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breathe | y.j.

summary: when your anxiety does nothing but weigh you down, pulling you under the waves of doubt, jeongin is there to pull you back to him.

wc: 2.1k

warnings: fem!reader, descriptions of anxiety/anxious thoughts, this is based on my experience of anxiety.

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you have those days where you feel like you can’t catch your breath. like no matter how hard you try to swim to the surface, waves of dread keep pulling you under. your heart beating a few extra beats a minute, reminding you of the gnawing feeling of anxiety deep in your stomach.

the entire day you felt it. as soon as you woke up it felt like there was a weight on your chest. feeling an impending doom and the worst part? you had no idea why and what was making you feel this way.

jeongin sensed something was wrong. as soon as you woke up, you seemed; different. he couldn’t put his finger on it but he knew something was off. he didn’t ask, he figured if you wanted to talk about it, you’d tell him, as you always had before.

this time was different.

this time, it felt like the anxiety spread through your bones and into every aspect of your life. your work, your friends, and even your relationship. you felt like you were constantly waiting for something bad to happen.

because of this you didn’t want to reach out to jeongin, feeling like a burden. now, you knew, with all your heart, that if you told jeongin something was wrong, especially with your anxiety, he’d drop everything to make you feel better.

but instead, you push it down.

 and as expected, it only got worse, the weight on your chest increasing, only dragging you deeper and deeper. you wanted nothing more than to go home and have your bed swallow you whole.

and that’s exactly what you planned to do until you got home. you set your bag down, kicking off your shoes, making your way into the kitchen. you find jeongin leaning against the counter, snacking on pocky sticks, scrolling through his phone.

he hears you walk in, looking up from the bright screen. “hi noona.” he smiles, slipping the device in his pocket, placing the strawberry snack aside. he opens his arms, prompting you to fall into them. “hi bub.” you mumble into his neck. you feel him place a loving kiss to the side of your head, arms tightening around you.

“we’re gonna leave in about an hour and a half, is that okay?” your eyebrows crease in confusion, pulling away slightly to look at him. “what?” he mirrors your expression. “leave for what?” you ask

“dinner with my members tonight.” he reminds you. a look of understanding washes over your face while dread and exhaustion seep into your bones.

you had completely forgotten chan had invited you both over to hang out and have dinner. jeongin had been so excited about it all week, but in your anxious haze this morning, you had completely forgotten. “ah yeah, okay, that’s okay, just let me shower and get ready.” you smiled, pulling away.

you didn’t get far before you were pulled back into him, you hands landing on his sides to stabilize yourself. “baby, are you okay? we don’t have to go.” he asks, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitance or discomfort.

you shake your head, “i’m okay in-ah, just slipped my mind.” you place a kiss to his cheek before pulling away once more. jeongin was not convinced.

you walked into your bedroom, turning on your lamp, plugging in your phone before sitting on the bed. you felt the weight getting heavier and heavier, taking a deep breath, you lay back for a moment. taking the foxi.ny next to you in your arms, tucked into your chest.

unbeknownst to you, jeongin had followed you, he had a gut feeling. something was wrong and you weren’t telling him. he stayed around the corner, waiting until he heard your low, uneven breaths.

he takes that as his cue and walks into the dimly lit room. he finds the plush fox now pushed into your face, your hands atop it, attempting to hush your cries. what was supposed to be self-soothing ended up breaking the dam you were trying oh-so hard to keep together.

you, oblivious to the ginger boy entering, jump as you feel the bed next to you dip. “baby, what’s going on?” he asks gently, placing his hand next to your thigh. he didn’t want to touch you in case you were overstimulated but he wanted you to know he was there.

however, this just causes a new wave, this time of guilt, the negative emotions mixing together to create a nasty storm you weren’t equipped to deal with. your chest tightens as your cries intensify, unable to breathe.

you roll over towards him, grabbing his hand in the process, bringing it to your chest along with the plushie. this told jeongin he could touch you. he gives your hand a small squeeze before turning to you, placing his hand on your cheek, thumb stroking it softly.

“hey, hey, y/n, you gotta breathe for me baby.” he says urgently, yet his voice was laced with softness. you try to take a deep breath, but you can’t calm down.you shake your head, “i- i can- i can’t.” the guilt and anxiety had an iron grip on you and it doesn’t plan on letting go.

jeongin shifts, facing you, placing your hand to his chest. “yes you can agi, follow my lead, okay?” he takes deep steady breaths, making sure to keep your hand pressed to him. he was sure you could feel his heartbeat as well but he didn’t care, he just needed you to breathe.

after about a minute your breathing becomes less eratate. “there you go, good job, just like that, i got you baby.” he praises, both his thumbs simultaneously rubbing your cheek and hand. you sit up, you finally feel yourself coming back to the surface. your cries soften but never cease.

you lay your head on his shoulder, tears still running down your cheeks, pulling his hand back to you. “i’m sorry.” you cry, shaking your head. ‘i’m so-” he cuts you off. “no, none of that.” he squeezes your hand. “do not apologize, you have nothing to be sorry for.” he says, placing a kiss on your head.

he sat back, pulling you into his lap. you still had the small fox in your hand, curling it back into your chest, melting into him. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. he places a kiss to the side of your head, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you calm down.

you both sat there for a moment, just enjoying being so close with each other. jeongin eventually pulled back, keeping one hand firm on your hip to keep you steady. the other making it’s way to you soft cheek, stained with tears before he gently wipes them away.

“you gotta tell me what’s going on.” a mixture of dread and guilt washes over you, pulling you back under with ease. you look down, picking at the skin around your nails. he notices and immediately picked your head back up before his hand drops to yours.

“stop that.”

he shakes his head, bringing your hand up to place a gentle kiss to it. “please.” he whispers into your skin. “i want to help but i can’t if you won’t tell me what’s going.” he kisses your hand once more, looking into your teary eyes.

“i just wanna help you baby.” you see pure sincerity and love in his eyes, hurt hidden behind them. you nod your head, “okay.” you take a deep breath, looking up, hoping to calm down enough to speak.

after a few moments he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, “take your time, okay? deep breaths, whenever you’re ready.” you nod, rubbing the soft fabric of the plushie, soothing you enough to be able to communicate .

“i don’t know what triggered it but when i woke up this morning, i just felt like there was a weight on my chest.” you begin to explain, tears still slowly making their way down your cheeks.

“like i’m used to my anxiety, it never truly goes away or stops. but this,” you pause, shaking your head. “this just felt, so much worse.” jeongin listened to every word, rubbing the back of your hand soothingly.

“why didn't you tell me?” he asked gently. “i just felt like a burden, i didn’t want to bother you.” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes. 

“ agi,” he gives your hand a shake. “look at me please.” his voice laced, with softness. you slowly look up to him, love and concern mixed a dash of hurt that lingered in his eyes. “you are never a burden to me, you understand?”

you look between his eyes, as if searching for some sort of deceit. but you find none. you nod, tears still streaming down your soft cheeks.

“no matter what is going on, where i am, nothing, you are my priority always.” this time you bring the fox up to your face sobbing into it, diving into jeongin’s chest.

he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly to him. he pulls you back into his lap, moving your face into his neck. you both stay there for what felt like hours, just basking in each other’s embrace.

suddenly the waves seemed to calm, they never cease, but now you felt like could keep your head above water and breathe. 

he places kisses to your head, hushed whispers of praises and i love yous leave his lips. you relax into his hold, wrapping your arms around him, deep breaths softly brush his skin.

eventually you pull away, leaving the fox plush between the two of you, opting to place both your hands to his cheeks. you thumbs brushing against the apples of his cheeks.

“thank you, i love you so much.” you say sincerely, looking into his boba colored eyes. he leans forward, bringing his lips to yours, bringing a hand to rest upon yours.

he pulls away slightly, resting his forehead to yours “you never have to thank me for them, you’re the love of my life. i’d do anything for you.” you nod, closing your eyes, still overwhelmed by emotions. 

“i feel the same in-ah.” you brush his nose with yours, before capturing his lips once more in a chaste kiss. “come on,” his arms drop to your waist before he pats your thigh. “ let’s get you changed and comfy.” you lean back, arms dropping to his shoulders, looking in his eyes once more. 

“what about dinner?” your head tilts, confused. “we’re not going?” he says, equally as confused. “i already texted chan-hyung, we’re just going to relax for the rest of the night.” he pauses.

“did you really think we would still go over after this?” he asks, shocked. your cheeks warm. suddenly feeling embarrassed, realizing how silly that was. “i guess not, but you were so excited.” you pout, feeling guilt gnawing at you once more.

“we can always have dinner another time. i promise you my members are not going anywhere.” he gives a quiet laugh. “you promise you’re not upset?” you ask, searching his eyes for any trace of dismay, but you only find love and concern.

“not at all baby,” he shakes his head, placing a quick kiss to your cheek before tapping your thigh once more. “now come on, i wanna make my baby cozy.” you giggle before carefully moving off his lap.

“do you wanna take a bath or lay down?” he asks, making his way to your closet. “will you join me in the bath?” you ask following him. he pauses what he’s doing to look at you. “do you want me to join you?” you nod, shy smile making it’s way onto your face.

“then yes i will.” he says, grabbing a comfy change of clothes and towels for the both of you. you both made your way into the ensuite, he places everything on the counter before starting the tub.

you grab the epsom salt and bubble bath bringing it to him, letting him set up the rest of the bath. “is this too hot, baby?” he asks, moving to allow you to feel the water. you shake your head. “it’s perfect bub.” you lean down, sliding your arms around him, placing a kiss on his head.

‘thank you my love,” you lay your head atop his, “i love you so much.” he reaches an arm around you, rubbing your back. “of course, anything for my sweet girl.” he turns his head up, placing a kiss to your chin.

once the bath is filled, you both strip, stepping into the bath, jeongin laying behind you. you both enjoy each other’s presence, wrapped in each others arms, making small talk until the water goes cold. 

once out of the tub, jeongin pulls the plug in the tub before helping you get dressed. you both get dressed before making your way to your shared bed where you spend the rest of the night watching movies, wrapped in each other's embrace.

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This is so good and I love it <3 I kinda want more angst next time you wrote a sec part bc I wanna see y/n leave his ass then make him regret 😈😤

12 AM. yang jeongin (m)

despite knowing you wanted to be the one, all jeongin could do was fuck you as a replacement for what you once asked for. countless counts of heartbreak have left you stumbling between manipulation and emotions, never knowing when the end would arrive.

PAIRING: jeongin x f!reader

GENRE: cheater au; smut, slight angst.

WARNING(s): lower case is intended! jeongin is (mostly) a cold-hearted asshole and y/n is basically a simp with bad yet good taste. foul language and play, obvious hints of cheating (isn’t cheating technically foul play???), dirty talking, unprotected sex, fingering, teasing, minor teasing/degrading, back handed compliments/praising, and whatever else i threw in there. oh, also poor english.

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

A/N: hey there! to start off honestly, i haven’t wrote smut or just shit like this in general - over the span of 10 months. if i did, it was never finished nor posted so i am genuinely scared and was completely unmotivated to give this my all or finish it properly (???). this may continue - i have no idea, but yeah. in addition to my peers off the app, i want to thank my best friend for constantly motivating me to get something done. to those reading, you are welcome to share your thoughts in the comments, in my ask box, or in a reblog. in the meantime, i hope you enjoy and maybe i will be able to post more soon :)

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jeongin u up?

im omw.

around the corner...

11:55 a.m

that was 5 minutes ago.

your quiet mind filled up your silent room. the thoughts tried to speak for you but failed. in the many ways that you've tried, that one word was hesitant leaving your lips when you faced him. your thumbs could text out similar words, but never a direct 'no'. not saying that word, only left you for more heartbreak.

"someone's eager. the door was wide open."

jeongin whispered as he mounted into your bed. you lift your head and adjusted yourself to your side, now that he was there. "you're such a dick you know?" you speak and jeongin merely lets out a laugh. as much as your heart yearned for you to shove him away, your heart treasured his laughter and your mind often repeated the moment you first heard it.

jeongin lays in your bed and reached over for the tv remote to then turn it on, making himself more at home. his brown eyes gazed at the tv screen for a moment and glimpsed at the diminutive scenery displayed, before looking back over at the back of your head. his body leans closer to yours with a sluggish smile as he relaxes his chin on your shoulder.

"you smell so good." he thought aloud as his fingers drooped along the sides of your waist before kissing your shoulder and smiling to himself.

although you remained non-responsive, you were filled with utterances. it was times like this when he was so relaxed with doing such things, that it pissed you off. he was so comfortable holding you like the other girl he talked to, and it was painful. yet, here you were softening into his touch.

"you gonna let me make you feel good?" you turned around and faced him. you scanned his perfected sculpted features and eyed every curve on his face.

you knew you couldn't live without him looking at you.

you found yourself inches away from his face, wanting to kiss his lips. your heart skipped a beat every time he looked at you. staring into his eyes like you always did, you were lost in them.

in return to his question you nodded.

"start by kissing me softly this time," you whispered as you stared into his eyes. jeongin rolls his eyes playfully while looking down at your lips before licking his. "what if you fall for me?" he teases, brushing his fingers through your hair. "didn't i already?" you let out a dry chuckle followed by a bitter smile.

jeongin furrows his eyebrows and shrugs as a corner of his lip tugs into a smirk before leaning in and kissing delicately against yours. you hummed softly against his lips as he began to deepen the kiss. "you're so stupid for actually falling in love with me y/n." he "teased" again between the kiss cold-heartedly.

what a nice way to tell someone you only want to use them, yang jeongin.

though those words could make you cry, you already understood how he felt. and even though he knew how you felt, he ignored you. there were times when you felt that it would be so much easier for him to pretend that he loved you too. it would be much more comforting for him to pretend that he cared about your feelings rather than being careless with your heart every time he spoke.

as much as it has happened, your first heartbreak with jeongin was always the most memorable. even if it has occurred many times, it never fails to return to your mind.

you told him you wanted to be the one, which was a stupid decision from the beginning, but you still said it anyways. he laughed in your face for a moment before getting serious. you stood in the doorway with your face drenched in tears and heartbroken as he left your room that day.

of course, you were fucked senseless by him a week later.

you also recounted another occasion when he told you that "you were the only one" but his dick was too deep within you to think that through.

"i know," you sighed, struggling once more to look him in his eyes. "i know," you said again, his eyes confusing you the most. you were stuck between manipulation and emotions, never knowing when the end would come. when you looked into his eyes you felt a sense of weakness. they seemed innocent in comparison to the person who owned them. you loved them.

it never mattered to you how long you've been treated badly by him, you can always see a future with him in those eyes. you like to remind yourself that he does have a heart; he just refuses to use it when he is with you.

your once sleepy eyes locked with his as he grabbed your chin, pulling your face up so he could peer down into them. he rolls over and hovers over you, now on top. as his hand slipped between your legs, your lips parted softly. a soft sound of shock filled your throat as your jaw dropped open.

"let's not waste time" he mumbled as he moved your laced underwear to the side and began to rub your pussy. his fingers rubbed against your wet core as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck. your eyes flutter closed as you felt him plunge his long, gentle finger inside of you.

you moaned desperately, arching your back as he began to finger you.

the utter delight on jeongin's face as he watched over you was apparent. through his motions, your pussy soaked up around his finger in a matter of seconds.

"is that good, y/n?" he whispered, inserting his index finger and stretching you even further. "so good-ahh-" your throat quivered with sheer desire as you became overwhelmed with the thought of filling your void with something more than what his fingers could provide.

it was always his way of crumbling your innocence.

before whining for what was coming next at the sign of your release, jeongin moves his finger out of you and plops it inside his mouth to taste you. he hums and kisses you once more before lifting himself and taking off his plain white tee he came in with. he hovers back over you, this time more possessively, kissing you more roughly - as if he owned you.

you whined between the kiss, to focus on getting satisfied rather than listening to the soft jingle his belt made as he was too sexually frustrated to take it off properly. jeongin groans as he pulls the tight pants and underwear off his legs and presses his hardened cock against your bare wet core.

his cock rubs against the slit of your pussy before pushing himself inside you. you gasp as you feel his hardened cock fill you up, creating a sudden warmth and satisfaction. he looks at you with a lazy smile as he begins to thrust into you. the two of you moan loudly covering the noises coming from the tv, both not worrying so much about what was displayed anymore ... well you never cared.

you, however, did care about jeongin — even if he always showed that he never did the same when it came to you. you care about him so much that you let him fuck you roughly into your mattress until the screws loosen and the bed begins to creak. you also love him so much that words that mean nothing to him roll so carelessly off your tongue. what do you get out of it? nothing but a careless fuck to him.

his mind numb as he pounds restlessly into you, high off the feeling of you tight around his cock. jeongin gains a harsh rhythm with the vigor of his hips, making the bed shake and bang into the wall it was against. your fingers wrap around his neck and your hands claw at his back leaving soft scratches from your dull nails. you're breathless, your soft chest heave and rise.

both of your lips lock, connecting the moans you both held in. the kiss becomes sloppier as he sucks on your tongue, swirling his around yours. the kiss breaks and he pulls away, only to look down at where both of your bodies connect.

he smiles to himself, taking in your breathtaking nude body and how his cock rammed into you frantically. the harder the thrust, the more you whine and struggle to breathe correctly. your eyes roll back when he fucks into you hard with the tip of his cock pressing more onto your g-spot with every thrust.

"fuck i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum in you hm?" he mumbles breathily. you nod and struggle to let words fall from your mouth. instead, your mouth forms into an 'o', and what you hoped to be words fade into a gasp when his cock slips in and out fast.

"fuck- innie, i'm cumming." you cry out as nails press more into his back. your eyes screw tight together as your abdomen seizes up and the rush of your orgasm approaches you.

he hums, once more careless, reaching his hands over to your hair to his run his fingers through. you moan once more, resting on the pillow underneath your head. your hips twitch as you release around his cock, eyes rolling back in your head as your jaw gaps slightly letting out soft cries of pleasure.

your legs jerk around his legs softly and your heels press against his ass. he looks down at your lower abdomen, noticing the slight bulge showing, and closes his eyes letting out a breathy sigh, your name slipping through his lips. he cums, and you feel his cock twitch with the warmth of his cum spurting inside you.

the two of you slowly recover, taking time to clear your minds. jeongin looks down at you before collapsing on top of you and staring blankly into your eyes. you look back wondering about the emotion behind them. they seemed different, more careful. you mentally shake your head, trying to clear your mind once more. jeongin doesn't bother to pull his now soft cock out of you as he presses his forehead against yours, smiling.

'don't fall for it, something you would warn and prepare yourself with mentally during these small moments he chose to have with you. you hoped for the sudden 'post nut clarity' to take over you once more, to realize how much of an asshole he was, but it never passed through your mind. somehow, this time you chose to ignore it and planted a small kiss on his cheek before closing your eyes tiredly.

jeongin chuckled and caressed your cheek, watching you slowly fall into a deep sleep. his thumb swipes over your cheek softly back and forth as he turns his head towards the tv and lets his eyes wander over the screen. it is until when you are fully asleep that jeongin decides to sit up and move off you before heading to the bathroom in your room.

as he gets himself together and collected his items, he leans over, kissing you once more on the cheek. he stares at your soft delicate facial features as he begins to shift away from you and the bed. jeongin reaches the door, grabs the door nob, looks back at you, and sighs.

"i love you too."

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Warnings: Inexperienced jeongin x reader, boyfr!end chan x reader, threesome, jerking, sucking dick, fucking rough, d0ggy style, Desperate reader, let me know if I forgot some 🙈

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This whole day I had been craving for my boyfriend.. We have been going out for a year now, our anniversary has been 2 days ago and I still can't get enough of him.

He is the sweetest guy I had ever met and I fell inlove with him immediately.. And I still do, I still fall in love with him if he comes home with a bunch of flowers, or when he takes me out for dinner and he acts like im the fucking princess.

but also when we're having sex I still fall in love with him. The way his eyes get big everytime I put on a new set. Or the way he looks at me, litteral hearts in his eyes when he sees how I love feeling him inside of me. Or the raw look he has when he can cum inside of me, the moans he makes when I suck him off. It's just everything.

This all made me more desperate for him. So I decided to text him.

I know I should just let him work, but at this point I even want to fuck his roommate so desperate I am. But that would be considered cheating, something I really don't like.

He texted me 5 minutes later that he was almost home and before I knew it. He was standing the doorframe of his bedroom. I layed there in my shorts that were a little too small, cause you could see my ass teasing everyone's eyes. As a top I wore just my Bra. The black one with lacy see through he liked.

'Fuck yeah.' He says and puts off his shirt, his abs slightly showing. I giggle a little. He crawls over the bed and places himself between my legs, his hands on my waist and my hands get placed automatically on his cheeks, kissing him directly. Our lips touching making me shiver a little, his lips are so soft, feeling so much like home. It makes me smile into the kiss, he smiles too. 'You're to cute.' He says on his way to my neck.

Little moans escape my mouth when his lips were finally placed on my neck. He rises up to my ear. 'I'm gonna make you feel so good baby.' He whispers into my ear, I smile. He nibbles a little on my ear. 'You would like that mhm?' He whispers again. I nod and mumble 'Yes'. He teases me a little by just breathing in my neck. 'What do you want baby..' He says. 'You..' I say and look him in his eyes.

'Good girl..' He says and squeezes one of my tits. He sucks on the skin softly, making light hickeys. He licks my whole stomach and then sloppy kisses. I moan softly of the sensation. 'Let's get these off mhm?' He says and slowly removes my shorts.. 'Good girl making it easy for me, could just slip inside of you, not wearing any panties.' He says and licks his lips. 'Do you want me to eat you out baby..' He says his voice sounding like a tease.

'No, I want your dick baby, feel how wet I am.' I say and puts his hand on my cunt. His hand feeling a bit cold making me shiver a little, His finger moving over my clit horribly slow. 'Alright if that's what you want..' He says and pulls his already hard dick out of his pants. He positions himself on my entrance, teasing me with his tip. When he finally gives in we both moan out, feeling euphoric. 'Fuck baby, I got hard the minute you sent me that text.' He whispers again, making my walls clunch a little. 'Your so tight, so fucking thight.' He moaned out slowly going in and out of me.

He fasthened his pace by grapping my waist and pushing himself faster and deeper inside of me. Making me moan louder and more desperate, My orgasm building up. We both moan at the sound of our skin getting together.

'Fuck, Im gonna cum baby..' I moan out. He smirks and goes slower. 'Not yet baby.' He pulls out and lets me lay on the bed. He puts on his pants and walks out of the room. 'Hey, what the-' I say and before I know it he is gone, out of his room.

Not 2 minutes later he comes back. I smile, 'Finally, where did you..' I look at the second person coming in. Jeongin. His roommate. 'uhh.. what's going on?' I ask, trying to cover my body with the blanket.

'Oh nothing, He's just gonna give you a good time while I watch.' He says, they both smirk. Jeongin puts off his shirt. 'Jeez Jeongin, since when did you get ripped like that?' I ask. He comes to me slowly. 'Since I started training with that boyfriend of yours..' He says, removing his shorts and boxers. 'This is a one time thing alright..' I say. 'Turn around baby, let him fuck you trust me.' Chan says and jerks off. I turn around, putting my ass up in the air while chan sits against the bedhead pulling me against him. I put my hands on his waist, as jeongin puts his hands on mine.

I attack chan his stomach with kisses, lots of them. making them whimper a little, his hands going through my hair. In the mean time, I can feel Jeongin putting himself close to my entrance. He fills me up, going slowly in and out of me. I moan a little as his dick streches me out. I do not wanna admit it, but I can feel that his dick is a little longer than Chan's.

My head goes up to chan's lips, kissing them while my hands are placed on his abs. The kiss with chan feels good, So good that I stopped moaning because of how slow jeongin was going. Chan stops kissing me. 'Dude, what are you doing?' He says and looks at him. 'Idk..' He says and stops. 'Just go a bit harder, have you really only fucked one girl or something..' Chan says. 'What noo..' jeongin says and fills me up again. I giggle a little.

Chan gets my chin. 'Just pount into her? how hard is it?' He says before kissing me again. 'You know I really don't care.. It's okay.' I whisper to chan. 'No, I arranged this for you, for your pleasure..' He whispers back, but before I could say something back Jeongin starts pounding inside of me. His dick long and deep enough that he touches my G-spot everytime he thrusts into me.

He starts picking up my waist into the air, pounding and pushing himself into me. 'Shit I.N..' I moan out, unable to kiss chan back. 'Mhmm That's a good girl.' Chan says holding my chin. All I do is moan into chan his stomach. 'Fuck, I- I don't know if I can take this any longer. This pussy is so fucking nice..' Jeongin moans and slows down a bit. The orgam started building up again, this time bigger because of the edge.

'I'm, I'm close..' I moan out. 'Fuck..' Jeongin says and goes harder again, getting his confidence back. 'Arggh Fuck!' I scream out loud, legs shaking a little bit. Chan kisses me again. 'Such a good girl..' He says. I smile a little. Jeongin pulls out, I wanted to turn around ask what was happening but he stopped me by slapping my ass. 'Hell nah, wanna cum on that pretty ass..' He says and starts jerking off, by his moans I could know that he was close.

'You really not want me to suck that pretty cum out of your dick?' I ask. His eyes turn bigger. 'If you want too?' He says and I turn around. on my hands and knees I take his dick into my mouth, licking it from his balls to his tip, taking him in one slide into my mouth. 'Shit, your mouth is warm..' He moans out. I start going deep down on him, using my tongue to swirl around his dick while using my mouth. sucking all the air out, making my mouth feel like a tight fucking pussy.

'I'm so jealous of chan. Argh I want this too..' He moans. 'Im close..' He adds to it. I suck him deeper and harder wanting his seed. 'Fuck, Fuck Fuck!!' He loudly moans and fills my mouth up with his cum.

I take him out of my mouth and laugh a little, spilling a little bit of cum out of my mouth. 'Oops..' I say and make myself clean with my fingers, sucking on them making him gasp.

Jeongin puts his pants on again and claps Chan his hand. 'Put your clothes on.' Chan commands. I put them on again and cuddle up against him. 'Why was that baby?' I ask and look at him.

'I just came up with the idea? You didn't like it, Im sorry If I pushed your or something. it was just something to spice up?' He says, instantly worried. I giggle and kiss him. 'No baby, I liked it. But just so you know, You're already spiced enough for me.' I laugh. He tips my nose and kisses me again.

Boy I love this guy..

[ihave-atummyache]

tsundere

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: some tsundere moments with the boys

18+ !! Mature themes and suggestive content

-OT8

6.5k words

Bang Chan:

Before you ever even talked to Chan, you had a preconceived idea of him because of all the rumors surrounding his aura and persona by people who had never actually spoken a word to him.

You thought he was cold, standoffish, kind of scary, and a bit unapproachable, just as everyone else did. However, at a gathering with a few mutual friends, you found yourself with Chan beside the snack table and you could not have been more wrong. He was beyond kind to you and this was the first time you had ever even had a conversation with the handsome man.

All it took was this one conversation for you to absolutely fall head over heels for the man and you quickly exchanged numbers. One thing led to another and here you are, dating the absolute love of your life.

Everyone around the two of you, upon finding out you were seeing each other, were quite confused to say the least. You are known for being swwer and liked by everyone upon first meeting them. To everyone on the outside, you and Chan seemed like polar opposites. They assumed he was the tsundere boyfriend type and had impure thoughts of corrupting your image or other ulterior motives.

They figured he was using you for his own lustful desires and had no intentions of caring for you.

If only they had seen him outside of the environment that the two of you were associated with. You were often seen at parties and other get togethers, hanging out with friends. If they had seen him outside these social settings, they would he shocked.

Standing in line at the coffee shop? His hand was placed in your back pocket. Walking down the road in autumn? He had your hand interlocked with his own and had the bundle stuffed into his hoodie pocket, of course.

One night, he is throwing a party at his house and invites all of your and his friends to the get together. You run out of drinks and snacks much quicker than you initially anticipated and offer to go to the store and grab some more before it gets too late. Chan seems a bit reluctant to let you go which is perceived as possessiveness by the ones looking in, instead it was just concern for you walking alone.

"I don't mind walking with Y/n," your friend speaks up from the couch, a random man clinging on to her that you can only assume she was trying to escape from. "Perfect. Let's go," you reply and she quickly joins you.

"I'll be right back!" You assure to Hyunjin before walking out the door, assuming he would relay the message to you protective and concerned boyfriend. You step out the door and start down the hallway with your friend.

"You just saved me and you don't even know!" your friend grabs your arm and shakes it and you laugh but before you can even respond you feel your phone vibrating in your hand. You look at the screen and see Chan calling.

"Yes?" You answer the phone in a sing-song voice. You hear a little bit of shuffling on the other end and the faint music from the apartment in the background, as well as still being able to hear it since you were only a few steps away from the apartment.

"Baby, you didn't tell me you were leaving. You didn't even give me a goodbye kiss," you can practically hear the pout on Chan's face. You feel a small blush on your face as your shocked friend listens to your 'tsundere' boyfriend on the other end.

"Chris, I haven't even made it down the hall yet," you complain and place a hand on your hip before continuing, "Open the door, you big baby," you continue and turn around to head back towards his apartment. Before you can even take a step, his apartment door is swinging opening.

"One sec," you mumble to your friend and rush back to the apartment door, your sweet puppy dog of a boyfriend waiting for you with a pout on his perfect lips.

"Hi," you smile as you approach him and gently place your hand on the side of his face, bringing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss, slightly longer than a peck, but not long enough to embarrass you.

His hands rest on your lower back and he leans in, placing another quick kiss to your lips before pulling back and rubbing his nose against yours, causing you to scrunch your face.

"Hurry back. I miss you already," he complains and you roll your eyes at his cute clinginess. "Yes sir. I won't be long," you reassure him and pull his hands off your back. He grabs your hand and places a quick kiss to your knuckles before letting you back away from him.

You give your precious boyfriend one more smile before jogging back to your friend, waiting for you with her jaw practically on the ground. “Don't forget those drinks Jisung likes! He said you would know what he's talking about!" You hear him yell behind you and you hold out a thumbs up without turning around.

"Why do you look so shocked?" you approach your friend and she blinks at you a few times before closing her mouth. "Why do I look so shocked?!" she exclaims and grabs you by your shoulders before continuing, "I just found out your tsundere boyfriend is actually the biggest golden retriever boyfriend I have ever seen in my life!" She practically yells and you can't help the laughter that falls from your lips.

Lee Know:

You walk into the waiting room of the venue and see the back of your boyfriend's, Lee Know's, head sitting on a black leather couch. You walk up behind him and scratch his head gently. He leans into your touch, knowing it was you without having to look at you.

You circle the couch and sit next to him, pulling your legs up to sit cross legged. You scoot an inch closer to him and allow your knee to rest on top of his thigh.

"Hi evil bunny," you tease and he rolls his eyes, allowing his hand to find its way to your knee and rubbing shapes absentmindedly as you pull your phone out. It was only the two of you in the room and you were both enjoying the comfortable silence.

Before you could enjoy it too much, however, you hear the familiar loud echo of the rest of his bandmates' voices coming down the hall and towards the room. They boom into the room, singing God knows what and all start to gather in the seats around you.

"Hi, y/n," Han plops himself down on the opposite side of you and lays his head on your shoulder.

"Hi, Hannie," you reply and reach up, patting him gently on the cheek before continuing on your phone. He lets out a deep sigh before finishing his thoughts.

"Can you kill your boyfriend for me?" He speaks up again and you let out a chuckle.

"Yes of course. What did he do this time?" you inquire and lock your phone, placing it down on your lap. "Wow. You agree before even knowing why? Having a tsundere boyfriend must suck more than I realize," Han comments and Minho scoffs beside you.

"He made us practice sooooo late last night and we have a show tonight and I'm beyond tired," Han complains and Minho finally speaks up for the first time since the boys have entered the room, "Han Jisung, I did not make you stay up for an extra three hours playing that stupid game," he replies simply and Han sits up, letting out a dramatic gasp before slouching in the seat and letting his head rest on the back of the couch.

"I don't think he's a tsundere anymore, Hannie hyung. I think y/n broke him," Jeongin speaks up and everyone turns to look at him. He tilts his head towards the two of you and the room all observes your boyfriend rubbing your knee before he stops abruptly, pushing your legs. This causes them to uncross and your feet land back on the ground.

"Hey!" you object but its too late. You have already ruined his tsundere reputation and now he has to be a pouty kitty about it. "I'm not turning soft. She's just so obsessed with me that if I don't give her attention she complains," he insists to the room and you can't help the small giggle that escapes as you unlock your phone again and go straight to your camera roll.

"Unlock your phone, Ji," you turn to him quietly and he obeys, unlocking his phone without asking any questions. He gets an airdrop notification from you and has to cover his mouth to prevent the laugh from escaping when he sees the photo.

It's a picture of Minho laying between your legs, his cheek pressed to your stomach and his arms wrapped around your torso. You lean over to Han and whisper so only he can hear, "But I'm the clingy one right?" you whisper and he lets out a chuckle before leaning over to you and glancing at your phone. You open the album labelled "my evil bunny" and start to scroll through.

He clicks on a mirror picture of the two of you in the full body mirror in a dressing room and Minho had his entire arm wrapped around your leg, his other hand on his phone. You obviously were just trying to take a picture in the dress to probably send to your best friend. You know for a fact he doesn't know this photo exists.

You click the arrow to air drop it to Jisung for blackmail and notice that Seungmin's airdrop was on as well and before you could stop him, Jisung airdropped it to his younger friend who immediately accepts it.

This carries on for a few minutes until all of the members have at least one photo or video of Minho being insanely clingy and sweet to you.

"Okay I can't stand it anymore!" Minho's voice is slightly louder than normal. "What is everyone giggling about?" He demands and throws his hands in the air. Chan is the first one to turn his phone around and show his new lock screen, a picture of his younger member with lipstick kiss marks all over his face and his cheeks and ears blushing like crazy.

His face immediately matches the blush in the photo and he turns his head to you quickly.

"Karma, baby," You stand quickly and run out of the room before he can get his hands on you.

"Y/n-ah!"

Changbin:

You had been extra needy for your boyfriend's attention since yesterday but he wasn't giving you the time of day. He had gotten home the night before from a recording session and apparently he didn't sound as good as he wanted himself to (you assured him he sounded great, as always, but he did not listen). You could tell all morning that something was up with him. This session seemed to really have gotten to him and you wanted to do whatever you could to make him happy.

Which is how you ended up where you are now.

At the gym, sweating your ass off.

You do your last rep and stand up to let Changbin take your place on the bench and do his next set. He replaces the weights you had with the weights that suited him best and lays down to do his own bench press.

You spot him but by spot him, you just kind of stand at his head and stare at his chest and arms on every rep he does, trying your best not to let your wetness seep through your leggings. You bite the inside of your cheek to try to keep yourself sane.

You can't help it! How would everyone else feel if their insanely hot, talented, and appealing boyfriend was working out one of his best assets right in front of their eyes! (changbitties) Especially since you had been so needy for him and he barely even cuddled you all night!

You bite your lip as he re-racks the the bar. He stands silently, unusual for him, and moves to the machine next to you, which is one of your favorite because not only does he look so good doing it, but it also gives you a decent and noticeable bicep pump.

After you complete your first two sets, you can't help but look at yourself in the mirror and pull the headphones off your head. You wave to catch your boyfriends attention before he starts his next set. He pulls his own head phones off as he sits down in the machine seat.

"Baby, look at this pump," You comment and flex in the mirror. You turn and flex again, observing your biceps in the mirror, pressing on the muscle with your other hand.

"Mm," he hums in response and you pout at his response, he didn't even pretend to indulge you. He pulls his headphones back on and you know he doesn't mean it, he's just in the zone and has been in a mood. Still! You can’t help wanting a compliment on your muscles.

"How tsundere of you," You mumble and he stops right before he starts his set, letting out a low chuckle. "I can read your lips sweetheart," He raises his eyebrows at you and you cross your arms over your chest at him, rolling your eyes before sticking your tongue out at him. He smiles at the childish gesture a taps your foot with his own.

"Your pump looks very good, my dear," He says in a sarcastic tone but you shake your head. You don't even want to hear it anymore. The moment has passed so it doesn't have the same effect on you. He finishes his set and pulls his headphones off his head at the same time you pull yours back on and take his spot, pressing play on your music again.

You could see out the corner of your eye that he was talking to you but you ignored him as you completed your own set. After completing your last rep, he pulls your headphones off your head to force you to listen to him.

"Now who is being a tsundere?" he questions and you swat his hand away to pull your headphones back on but he doesn't let go.

"Do you want to go do leg press so I can compliment your glute pump?" he offers and you perk up at this. A small smile gracing your face and he can't help pinching your cheek.

It always gets you excited to do legs and glutes with your boyfriend especially when you're supposed go be doing upper body. Let's be honest, legs and glutes are just so much more fun!

He pulls you to your feet and presses a quick kiss to your lips before placing a hand on your lower back and guiding you in the direction of the other side of the gym.

"Come on," he starts walking towards the leg machines and you follow happily behind him, not before stopping and flexing in the mirror again.

Hyunjin:

You walk into Hyunjin's art room and plop yourself down on the couch, taking note of your boyfriend jumping at the sound of your body making contact with the fabric. He had to be extremely focused to not have even noticed you walk into the room.

You stare at the side of his face for a while. His long hair was pulled back into a bun to prevent it from falling in his face and you let out a sigh. He really is so pretty. You keep staring at him, waiting for him to finally turn and give you his attention but after a few minutes, you cave and talk to him first.

"Whatcha doooooing?" you drawl out and he glances over at you before dipping his brush back into some paint and continuing what he was doing.

"Jinnieeee," you whine out when he doesn't reply to you and you throw your head over the arm of the couch, looking at your long haired boyfriend from a new upside down angle. One you had never seen him from before but he looks stunning nonetheless.

"Babyyyyy," you try again, but to no avail.

"My love, my prince, my favorite person in the whole entire universe who has my entire heart and I can't stand to live without and can make me-"

"What baby! Yes, y/n. What do you need from me??" he interrupts you, annoyance in his tone but he doesn’t look up from the painting he's doing.

"I don't like you ignoring me, Jinnie," you reply in a slightly bratty tone. He lets out a sigh and lets silence linger in the air for a few moments but decides it would be best to yield to you if he had any intentions of finishing what he was doing and not getting completely distracted by you.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He answers your previous question with another question and you roll your eyes.

"I'm boooored," you complain to him and he lets out another sigh. You let your eyes drift to the canvas that he has his brush stroking across. The colors all look a little too familiar.

You sit up, the blood rushing back to your extremities, and look at the incomplete painting a bit more closely. The flowers, the trees, even the clouds in the sky all look familiar before it clicks.

"Are you painting our lunch date we went on?" You inquire and stand up, walking over to your boyfriend who locks his phone as you walk over and you tangle your hand in the hair at the nape of his neck.

"No, ma'am," he replies, dismissively, and leans into your touch slightly. "I guess you did serve a purpose coming in here though. You broke my focus and made me realize how much I have to pee," He stands and walks towards the bathroom. You can't help the curiosity and reach for his phone, unlocking it and it opens right up to the reference picture for the painting.

You had taken pictures on this date and posted them on social media but the photo he had pulled up, this was the first time you had ever seen it. It was a photo of you, your body was facing sideways and your side profile was captured perfectly in the light. You were holding one of the yellow wildflowers in your hand and you had a white one tucked behind your ear.

He had taken a picture of you that you never knew about and your heart flutters at the whole situation. You can't even begin to try to hide the grin that spreads across your face.

He had taken a photo of you and thought it was pretty enough to make into a painting. You felt the back of your eyes burn slightly, the tears wanted to fall so badly at the sweet gesture from your boyfriend.

He always has such interesting ways of showing you his love and affection towards you, but he had never painted you. Sure, he had sketched you hundreds of times but it never made it onto a true canvas and the thought of it makes your heart swell five times.

"Happy?" Hyunjin's voice sounds from behind you. His hand strokes the back of your head, scratching your scalp slightly. You turn to him, his face only a few inches from you. He wanted to be a tsundere boyfriend so bad but he truly is the biggest softie.

"Thank you, my love," You whisper as if someone else is listening to you. His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"For?" He questions and you lean in pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "For loving me so much," You reply and lean in again to close the gap between the two of you. He really is too cute for his own good.

Han:

In this instance, it appears you would be the tsundere. But it was completely valid! All the cocky asshole does is constantly tease you. You believe that deep down, Han Jisung just truly enjoys getting a rise out of you.

Fortunately for him, and quite unfortunately for you, he knows exactly what buttons to press to really piss. You. Off.

"Do you like me better with black or blonde hair?" Han turns his phone towards you, showing you a poll that a stay had posted of which hair color stays thought looked better on Han. You look up from your phone, blinking at the side by side photos a few times.

"They both suck," You reply before continuing on your phone.

"Well what color was my hair when you fell in love with me?" He speaks up without missing a beat, almost like he was expecting your answer. You let out a groan, letting your head fall back.

"Remind me to never compliment you again." You let out frustratedly. He was enjoying this game of teasing between the two of you far too much for your liking.

In a stupid drunken game a few nights ago, Changbin had asked you who out of the boys you thought was the most physically attractive.

"Oh Jisung, for sure," you answer without hesitation and throw another shot back, causing yelling and hooting to echo among everyone in the room, whether it is because your confession or the shot you just threw back, you have no idea.

"I don't know, princess. Seems like you really have the hots for Sungie, if you ask me," he shrugs, raising his eyebrows at you a few times before kicking his feet up on the coffee table. You roll your eyes at him for what feels like the millionth time just that day.

"Good thing I didn't ask you then, isn't it?" you reply and he laughs. "And don't call me that," you add on. Your heart already races when you're around him so the use of pet names does not help at all.

God, are you a sadist! What is with you enjoying this constant teasing and banter?! You had never been like this with anyone before but something about Han just really got to you, and he knows it.

"You don't like princess? What would you prefer? Baby? Honey? My love? Sweet girl-"

"Jisung stop!" You whine out, covering your ears quickly, feeling your face raise a hundred degrees in temperature. You can only assume you are beet red because of his assault on your heart strings.

You stand quickly, not being able to be in the same room with the man anymore. He had you wrapped right around his finger and you know that he knows it. Cocky bastard.

"Or is it that you like it too much, princess?" He speaks, standing as well to follow you into the kitchen, passing Felix sitting at the dining room table. He had hit the nail on the head but you would never let yourself admit that.

You groan again, throwing your hands in the air in frustration of not being able to get away from the man.

"Stop following me!" You exclaim as you reach the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and he leans against the counter. You glance over at Felix, his back turned to you and he was on his phone but he was likely listening to the two of you.

"I can't help it. You look so pretty from behind, princess," he was really milking this nickname and the effect it had on you was borderline embarrassing. "And this is my house," He continues and you let out an exasperated sigh.

"Bye, asshole," you start to push past him to go some where else, any where else. "Bye, princess," he replies lowly, almost seductively as you walk by him. He doesn't move out of your way and instead lets your body graze against his own, causing flames to ignite in your body and, unknown to you, his as well.

"Can you two just kiss already? Damn! I'm sick of the constant bickering and sexual tension between you two," Felix finally speaks up from his spot at the table, unable to hold it in anymore. "Are you both not sick of constantly pining after each other? It can't possibly be that entertaining," He stands from his spot and walks towards his room, leaving the awkward moment just as quickly as he created it.

You and Jisung just stand there in silence, staring at where Felix was sitting until Jisung clears his throat.

"He might be on to something," He speaks, nonchalantly and you snap your head towards him.

"Han Jisung!"

Felix:

Felix freezes again in the middle of the choreography , your eyes felt like they were boring into his skull, looking all the way at his brain. He groans, removing his hat and running a frustrated hand through his hair before putting the hat back on.

"Y/n, you have to stop looking at me. You're ruining my concentration," You blink up at Felix. He had invited you to come watch him dance for a stage that was coming up and needed an unfiltered and completely honest opinion about his dance.

However, it was not going according to plan. The two of you had been in the practice room for 45 minutes and he has yet to be able to make it through the entire dance without getting distracted by you.

"Isn’t my whole purpose of being here today to look at you though?" You stare up at him from your spot on the floor, your head falling into a tilt and Felix swears he could just melt into a puddle right there.

"Yes but stop looking at me like that," he comments and your eyebrows drop into confusion at your friend. You shake your head slightly, your lips parting.

"Lixie, I don't know what-"

"Never mind. Let me try it from the top again," he interrupts you before you continue and you nod eagerly as he walks back over to the computer to start the track over once again. Only 30 second into the dance though, he can't help his eyes falling to yours, big and glassy.

You were staring up at him so sweetly and he wanted nothing more than to see them water from how good he could make you feel...

But you are just friends so he can't help but turning to tsundere behaviors to try to gaslight himself into not daydreaming about burying himself in you every time he lays his eyes on you.

"Maybe I'm just too pretty," you tease, trying to ease the angry tension that had fallen due to his obvious frustration at not being able to get this dance down.

"It's because your eyes are boring so deep into my skull, I can feel them," he rejects your joking with an impatient tone and you tense up at the energy change. "Maybe it’s you who thinks I'm pretty," He rolls his eyes and turns back to the computer again to restart the music. "You're worse than Stays," he grumbles again as he almost reaches the computer.

You feel a slight pang in your chest at his words. It isn't that they're harsh but they are just so different from the Felix that you know and love and had surely fallen in love with.

"You're right. I do," you speak up right before he start the music and he freezes. You can see the back of his neck and ears gain a pink tint.

"Oh shut up," he replies and you can hear the slight smile in his voice. Bingo, you figured it out. You were making him nervous. You stand from your spot against the mirror and walk over to Felix.

He has in a sleeveless tank top and his shoulders, arms, and sides were basically completely exposed to you. You run your nails down the middle of his back gently, causing goosebumps to form over his shoulders and arms.

You lean in and press a kiss to the back of his exposed shoulder and he lets out a shaky breath before turning to face you. He grabs your wrist, pulling you into his body into a swift motion and you comply, pressing your chest to his. You push him back a step so he is pressed against the desk holding the computer, using your body weight to keep him in place.

You grab the brim of his hat, pulling it off his head and running your fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face. You lean into him, pulling by the back of his neck towards you until your foreheads are resting against each other.

"Can I kiss you?" You ask quietly, trying your best not to break the mood of the room. Instead of answering you, he closes the gap between you and presses his lips to yours. His hands find purchase on your hips as he deepens the kiss.

Your lips fit together like two puzzle pieces and he feels all the tension slowly flow out of his body as his tongue explores your mouth. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours again.

"Do you want to know why I can't get this choreography right?" his fingers thread through the belt loops on either side of your jeans and you hum in response, prompting him to continue.

"I can't stop imagining how pretty you would look with your eyes filled with tears while I fuck you against the mirror," he breathes out and pulls you in to kiss you again before you even have time to process his words.

Seungmin:

You feel the chills form on your arms as you continue talking to Jeongin on the couch. You love coming and seeing the boys, especially since you have the biggest, fattest, stupidest crush on Kim Seungmin.

But, one thing you do not love about the boys house, is they keep it at a crisp 68° F (20° C), meaning that you were always cold at their house. You had left your sweat shirt in your car and we're too lazy to go all the way down to the parking lot to get it, especially as you and the youngest got into a conversation about a recent movie you had been watching.

"I don't know, Innie! I just really don't think he is that bad of a guy! I kind of understand where he is coming from," you defend the antagonist of the movie and sub consciously pull your arms tighter around yourself as Jeongin replies.

Seungmin enters the room and mutters something about ordering take out and it should be here in a little bit before heading back out the room. A few minutes later he returns and walks over to you on the couch.

"Here, stupid," he mumbles and tosses a piece of black fabric into your lap. You pick it up and look to notice that it is a hoodie of his and you look over at him as he sits in the chair across from you two and pulls out his phone.

"I ordered from that new Chinese restaurant," he pulls up the receipt to the order and tosses his phone, making it land in the cushion between the two of you. Jeongin picks up Seungmin's phone and you pull the black sweatshirt over your head. As soon as you get it on, your sense are overwhelmed with Seungmin and you can't stop the blush that takes over your face.

"Wow. He even got your order right," Jeongin turns the phone to you to show you the receipt to the order and lo and behold, the tsundere Seungmin did know your exact order, down to the sauce.

"Thank you, Minnie. For the sweatshirt and for the food," You smile at him and he makes eye contact with you for a moment before leaning over and taking his phone from the younger's hand.

"It's whatever," he mumbles and grabs his phone to get back on whatever social media he was getting on. "Where is your sweatshirt?" He asks almost disinterestedly. You can't help your smile growing at the fact that he knows you always bring a hoodie to keep you warm at their freezing house.

"Left it in the car and was too lazy to actually go get it," you reply and he hums in response before Jeongin speaks up. "Did you hear us talking about this movie, hyung? What do you think?" He prompts and Seungmin hums again, placing his phone down.

"I agree with Y/n," he replies with a shrug and stands up from his seat.

"That isn't fair! You always agree with her," Jeongin whines and he lets out a chuckle before walking out the front door. You continue your conversation in Seungmin's absence and a few minutes later the front door opens again and Seungmin reenters, placing your keys down on the coffee table in front of you, along with the takeout and your sweatshirt.

"Aw Seungmin! You love me so much," You smile excitedly at him and he rolls his eyes at you, pink creeping up his neck.

"No. I just don't need you ruining my sweatshirt with your girl smell," he 'complains' but makes no effort to make you take the sweatshirt off. Not even hours later when you accidentally fall asleep, your feet resting in Seungmin's lap as you lay across the couch, his finger tips rubbing your calf lightly. 

The other boys were forced to be subject to the movie debate and after the credits start rolling Seungmin speaks up. "That's a good movie. I can't believe I have never seen it before," he comments and Jeongin all but snaps his neck in his direction.

"But you literally said you agreed with y/n's opinion of the movie earlier!" He complains and Han laughs beside the two.

"He is down so bad," Han sing songs as Seungmin blushes, throwing a pillow in his direction. The boys were completly unaware of your rousing state amongst their arguing and you happened to hear Seungmin not denying that he was down bad for you, making your heart pound in your chest.

I.N:

"Innie, baby?" you announce yourself as you walk into the room. He is laying on his stomach on his bed and you can't help yourself from laying down on top of his body, your chest to his back and he grumbles at you, incoherently.

"Get off," he whines and starts wiggling under you with a laugh, trying to push you off of him. You comply and roll off of him, laying next to him on the bed instead.

"Don't be a meanie to me because you can't beat your stupid game," you complain and poke him in the cheek once. He chooses to ignore this statement and instead stays locked in on his game.

His lips tuck inside his mouth in concentration, causing his dimple to appear and you poke his cheek again, this time in his dimple. He leans away from you, letting out an exasperated breath, whether it was at you or his stupid game was unclear.

"Don't touch me," he whines, once again and you fall flat onto your back on the bed, spread eagle, one arm across his back and one leg across his own leg.

"But you're so cute," you try to reason, looking at his dimple and reaching up to poke it again but he leans away from you, letting a whine of your name slip past his lips. He really does get all whiny when you start acting like you actually like him.

"My whiny little baby," you grumble and throw your other arm over your eyes before continuing.

"Hour 757 with my boyfriend not giving me any attention," you pause and peak over at him. You know he is listening to you but he isn't acknowledging you in the slightest, not even sparing you a glance. You decide to continue your theatrics.

"Beginning to feel faint," you throw your arm back over your eyes dramtically, "Losing hearing in my right ear and vision in my left eye," you let out a deep sigh.

"Stop being so dramatic," he grumbles before letting out a cuss, and you hear him dying in the game.

"What was that? Sorry, you have to talk into my other ear. I'm losing hearing in this one," you roll over to your side, your back to Jeongin and let out another exasperated sigh.

You wait to hear the sound of him respawning in the game but instead you feel an arm wrap around your midsection, pulling you flush against his chest.

"So I can't touch you but you can touch me?" You question but smile nonetheless at the attention you are finally receiving. 

"My dramatic little baby," he whispers in your ear, using the same teasing tone you had used when calling him whiny. You smile before reaching back and wrapping your arm around the back of his head, letting your fingers gently rub his scalp.

"One more time? This is still my bad ear," you joke again and he chuckles against the back of your neck. 

"But I'm giving my needy girlfriend attention now. Is she not cured?" He comments and you turn your head to make eye contact with him. You hum, as if you're pondering the question before shaking your head. 

"I think it is going to take way more than one little hug to heal your needy girlfriend from all she has been through in the past 663 hours," you reply with a prompt nod.

"663? I thought it was 757 hours?" He raises his eyebrows at you and you gasp dramatically, "Oh no! It's starting to get to my brain," you smile at your boyfriend who mirrors your grin and you start to drop your arm around him and he lets out a small whine.

"I thought you didn't want me to touch you?" You question and he buries his face into your neck, "Shut up," he grumbles against your neck, before grabbing your arm and placing your hand back into his hair.

"I love you too much," he lets out quietly, careful not to break the comfortable tone of the room. You smile and turn again to face him, his eyes are big and staring at you before they dart down to your lips then back to your own eyes.

"You got a funny way of showing it Yang Jeongin," you cant help teasing him more at his tsundere behaviors.

[katnisspeetaprim]

Wardrobe Malfunction

Stray Kids!9thmember au, Chan/Reader, Jeon Jungkook/Sister!Reader

Summary: The stylists for the new comeback decide it's time for you to start showing off your figure more on stage. Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, idol!au

Word Count: 1712 M.list

‘Do I really have to wear this unnie? Why can’t I dress like the boys?’ You glanced at yourself in the mirror, distaste on your face.

‘Of course not honey! You’re a woman now, time to show off your figure!’ You scrunched up your eyebrows and closed your mouth, looking back to the mirror.

One stylist was arranging the clothes on your body and the other working on your hair.

The outfit you’d been forced into was for a show promoting the new LALALA comeback. The hair, you had no problem with. Blonde with pink streaks littered throughout in it’s usual long length, styled in a sort of half up half down look with pigtails.

The clothes themselves was where the issues lay.

The stylists had picked out the shortest skirt you were sure they could find, with an off the shoulder long sleeved crop top. The shoes weren’t all that bad, chunky heeled boots. You silently cheered when you saw you’d at least have something comfortable to dance in.

You tugged down the back of the skirt, extremely conscious about how much was actually on show. Obviously you were wearing safety shorts, but those too were incredibly short, leaving little left to the imagination with only a slither of fabric sticking out beneath the skirt.

Your eyes were then drawn to your shirt. Since it was off the shoulder, you had to wear a strapless bra that definitely didn’t fit you correctly. You’d had to pull it up at least three times in the past ten minutes, and you were standing still!  

‘Unnie please! I can’t dance in this!’ You pleaded one last time, spinning round to face the head stylist, trying to gain any amount of sympathy.

The older woman just waved you off with a roll of her eyes.

‘Oh please, you’ll be fine. Plus maybe it’ll help attract more male fans.’ She said nonchalantly as she walked from the room, leaving you gobsmacked after what she said.

Once you were ready for the show, you were guided to the boys dressing room.

As soon as they saw you, their conversations dried up and just stared at you.

‘Don’t even bother saying anything. I know I look ridiculous.’ You threw yourself down next to Hyunjin and crossed your arms under your chest, unintentionally pushing up your bra and giving Hyunjin a much better look than he’s sure you intended.

‘What?’ You shot him a confused look when he turned away, blush coating his cheeks.

‘Umm... That’s a short outfit, noona.’ Jeongin spoke up, trying to save Hyunjin from the embarrassment.

It was then that you looked down at yourself and blushed harshly when you realised what you’d done. You quickly sat up straight and fixed your shirt, avoiding eye contact.

You trusted your band mates whole heartedly, but at the end of the day they were still men with eyes. At least you knew the stylists plan was working...

Felix cleared his throat across from you, cutting through the awkwardness.

‘Why have they dressed you like that noona?’ You shook your head with a sigh as you answered.

‘Stylists said ‘I’m a woman now’ and ‘This would help to gain male fans.’ You rolled your eyes as you mimicked the older woman.

‘What the heck!? They said that to you?’ Chan shot up and came to stand next to your seat.

You nodded in confirmation. He stared at you for a moment, before scoffing and placing his hands on his hips.

‘If you aren’t comfortable, surly they can’t make you wear it?’ Jisung spoke, not entirely believing his own words. Most of the time, they had no say in what they wore.

‘I’m gonna talk to them.’ Chan was already  halfway to the door when you shot up to stop him.

‘Chan I already tried, plus we have to be on stage soon. I can deal with it for one show.’ He looked down at your hand on his arm, contemplating your words before sighing.

‘As long as you’re  sure, but I’m speaking to them right after the show.’ You sighed in relief. The last thing you wanted to do was cause issues for the boys, just because you didn’t want to wear an outfit.

The first part of the performance went fin, no hiccups.

It was during the second half that you felt your bra beginning to slip out of place. You quickly grabbed the material and held it in place. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest, as you nearly exposed yourself on TV.

There was no way you’d be able to fix your clothing, but running off stage wasn’t an option either.

You just put on a brave face, trying to hold back tears and wrapped your arms round your torso, still dancing as best you could.

All the boys had noticed your predicament, but all they could do was shoot you sympathetic looks.

Luckily, Changbin was wearing a jacket as part of his outfit and smoothly made his way over to you, dropping his coat over your shoulders.

You quickly gave him a thankful look, before turning round and zipping the coat up.

Thankfully Changbin did what he did in that moment. As you stood in your ending pose, you could feel your shirt and bra had completely slipped, leaving you bare beneath the jacket.

This was the most humiliating moment of your career.

You wasted no time bolting off stage, ignoring he calls coming from your members.

Bursting into the dressing room, the stylists all adverted their gaze, too ashamed to own their screw up. Gathering up your comfortable clothes, you locked yourself in the bathroom to change.

‘How could you let that happen?’ Chan yelled raging, ad he also burst into the dressing room.

All the stylists looked up at him like deer in headlights. ‘You’re supposed to keep us safe and comfortable on stage!’ Chan continued on. By now the woman had all bowed their heads, knowing they couldn’t get away from this.

As Chan was scolding the staff, Felix knocked on the bathroom door.

‘Y/N? You in there?’  he got no reply so pressed his ear to the door. He could hear faint sniffles on the other side.

Felix pulled back, distressed at what he heard and knocked again, this time more rapidly.

‘Y/N? Can I come in?’ Felix almost fell into the bathroom when you suddenly pulled open the door, now changed out of the offending outfit.

‘Can we please leave now?’ You whispered meekly.

‘Yeah of course!’ Felix answered without hesitation. He guided your from the bathroom, quickly telling Minho that he was taking you home.

Chan was still too angry to be interrupted right now.

You were quiet in the car ride home. Felix could tell you didn’t want to talk, so he just sat there in silence, knowing his presence was enough to comfort you.

Suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket.

‘Apparently the stylists responsible are being bought into a meeting tomorrow.’ Felix summarised the group chat, causing you to look away from the window for the first time.

‘Chan is still livid though.’ He snorted with a shake of his head. It was only then that you noticed Felix was still wearing his stage outfit.

‘Oh jeez. I didn’t even let you get changed...’ Your brows furrowed. All you had wanted to do was get out of there. You hadn’t even given a thought to your band mates.

Felix leaned forwards and placed a comforting hand on your knee with a smile.

‘Seriously noona, don’t sweat it! I just care about getting you home right now.’ You leaned back in your seat and nodded. He must be uncomfortable being in those clothes for so long...

‘You should shower when we get back. Get al that makeup and hairspray out.’ He pulled back and gave you another comforting smile.

A hot shower did sound good right now.

The hot shower really had done wonders in helping you relax and unwind.

You were now sat on your bed in cosy pyjamas as you braided your wet hair.

‘Hey’ Chan knocked on your open door, before inviting himself inside. You smiled warmly and scooted forwards, allowing him to position himself behind you.

Chan reached up and rested his hands on your shoulders, rubbing soothingly. Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned out softly in relief.

'how you feeling?’

‘Better, still embarrassed.’ You breathed out.

‘Don’t be. The stylists should have listened to you.’ His hands ran down your arms and over your stomach, pulling you into a hug from behind. You leaned back and allowed him to take your weight.

‘They’re in trouble by the way. JYP wasn’t happy. He found out right away.’ He chuckled next to your ear.

You were conflicted upon hearing this. On one hand, you were glad they were getting pulled up on their actions but on the other hand, you didn’t want anyone to loose their job because of you.

‘I know what you’re thinking and stop it. They bought it on themselves.’ Chan hugged you tighter and placed a feather light kiss on your neck. You sighed contently and the contact.

‘People are on your side by the way’ You turned your head to look at him in confusion. He smiled down at you. ‘Online. Nobody had anything bad to say. All think you handled it really well.’

You pulled out of his arms and sat up right with a relieved laugh.

‘I’ve been too scared to look. Thanks for putting my mind at ease.’

‘Anytime!’ Chan beamed at you and pushed your braid over your shoulder. He suddenly got up and reached his hand out for you to take.

‘We picked up takeout on the way back. I’m sure you’re starving.’

‘Hell yes I am!’ You eagerly took his hand and followed him from the room.

3 messages from Big Bro Jungkook

Hey sis! Tried to call you but couldn’t get through. I know the guys are probably looking after you, but I just wanted to make sure you’re ok?

I’ve had wardrobe malfunctions myself, but it’s obviously worse for you lol

Anyway, I’m here if you wanna talk!

[faunandfloraas]

I.N for W Korea.

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Brat Taming 101 (with sub!skz)

A guide on how to tame your brat.

Word Count: 2965

Contents: d/s dynamics, degradation, ruined orgasms, orgasm denial, use of whore, mistress, chastity belt, exhibitionism, pervy behaviour, bondage, sex toys, public sex

Chan

Degradation is the way to go with this one. Channie is not often one to be bratty. He likes pleasing you and being good for you. And he loves the way you take care of him and help him to release all of his stress. So it’s rare that he messes with that. He likes to tease, sure, but he usually doesn’t take it very far, falling in line very quickly.

But on the rare occasion that he continues to push your buttons, degrading him is the way to go. This boy is such a slut for your praise. He always needs to hear how well he’s doing, how good he’s making you feel, how much of a good boy he is for bringing you so much pleasure. So taking that away and replacing it with some degradation does wonders.

His cheeky little grin fades so incredibly quickly when it starts. He tries a little harder to please you while trying not to make it obvious; works his mouth or his fingers or his cock harder to prove how good he is for you and you can see the way he’s quickly breaking when you don’t react.

Add in some disinterest if you really want to dissuade him from trying to be bratty again. Don’t moan or squirm or buck your hips, look as bored as possible. He’ll get so desperate for a reaction and so disappointed when he thinks he’s doing a bad job, not even capable of making you feel good. When tears well up in his eyes and he starts babbling about how he just wants you to feel good and to tell him what to do you’ll know you’ve truly broken him.

“S-Sorry sorry sorry. Please. I-I can make you feel g-good. Promise. Promise I can be your g-good boy. Promise I can make you feel good. J-Just tell me what to do. Please tell me what to do.”

Minho

Two words: ruined orgasm. The man can run his fucking mouth, and he knows just how to press your buttons. He loves to too. Early on in the relationship he got so fucking cocky because you couldn’t figure him out. He knew you were trying to pull him apart and find out what makes him tick but it took ages to uncover it and he had free reign to be as bratty as he wanted. 

Edging wasn’t a punishment because the resulting orgasm was too good. He loved overstimulation, actively relishing in it the whole time. Even denying him wasn’t quite what you wanted. It took far too long to take effect and after weeks you were also desperate for him.

No, you had needed something else.

And all it took was a quickie while waiting for your food to be delivered one day to figure it out. He had cum just at the moment that the doorbell rang and the sudden surprise ruined his headspace completely and left him unsatisfied. It was so cute, the look of anger and frustration on his face after being left without a complete orgasm. The way he grabbed your hand and all but demanded you did it again so he could cum properly.

And you’d given in that day, but saved the tidbit of information for later. And it’s so so worth it. When you have him tied up and he’s been a menace all day long, teasing you and acting up, and he’s so sure that whatever punishment you give him he’ll like it or at least take it well. Edging he can take, denial he can handle for at least a couple of weeks. But the way you pull away, stopping all stimulation at the second he’s about to cum, leaving his body shuddering and tensing and cock leaking but not actually releasing is the worst torture he could imagine.

The first time he gets frustrated and his words get more defiant and bratty about how you fucked it up and don’t even know how to make him cum. But your smirk has him faltering. It only takes two ruined orgasms for him to break. When you leave him unsatisfied and uncomfortable, so pent up and needy to cum, he’ll start tearing up and begging you. If you tell him then that you’re going to deny him after that and not let him cum at all he’ll completely fall apart before your very eyes.

“I-I’ll be a good boy! I’m sorry, mistress. P-Please, I need to cum so badly! Please.”

Changbin

Binnie, honestly, is barely a brat. He likes to be playfully bratty but he's never very serious about it. Most of the time he’s a very good boy for you and he loves to be praised so he has no reason to act up. He likes to tease you here and there but never for long so it’s very rare for him to act up to the point that you feel the need to punish him.

Only once in a blue moon does he get too bratty. You know something about annoying you and seeing you frustrated with him sometimes gets him going. He doesn’t drop the teasing quickly and keeps pushing your buttons to get you upset. And at first you do exactly that, giving him warnings that just make him grin at you and act up even more. Telling him to wait until you get him home only makes him giddy.

The way to get him to behave is unconventional. You could try degrading him but it doesn’t have the desired effect, usually making him cry. And not in a fun way. You can deny him but only if you want him to get clingy and pouty afterwards. And if you want to get off with him then having to wait isn’t ideal.

No, the best thing to do happens before you go into the bedroom. When you get home, instead of pulling him into the bedroom or telling him off, simply set yourself down and sigh in defeat, pout for good measure. Unlike most of the others, Changbin feels so bad if his teasing upsets you. He wants you riled up, not sad. So if you sit somewhere to do something quiet his attitude will change immediately.

He’ll approach you with a pout and poke your cheeks. If you sigh that you’re not in the mood to play when he’s acting up like that, lamenting that you just wanted your sweet boy and you had a whole plan to pamper him and make him feel amazing (he loves more than anything when you’re a pleasure dom for him) and any resolve he has left is gone. He’ll have his head in your lap, looking up at you with watery eyes and whimpering that he really wants to be your good boy and he’ll do whatever you say.

“I’ll be you good boy, you know how good I am. I’m sorry I acted up all day, please let me make it up to you.”

Hyunjin

The problem with this whore (affectionate) is that he kinda likes anything you do to him. He’s just kinky like that. And when he’s in the right headspace any “punishment” is usually just going to egg him on. Of course denying him an orgasm can be effective but he has no shame and no pride about it and you will find him humping his pillow mere days later to get off “without touching himself.”

He’s a tad infuriating.

No, truly the best thing to do to actually break him is something that keeps him from getting off at all. A chastity belt is truly the best choice for when he decides the act up.

The hilarious thing is it honestly doesn’t take that long. He’s so desperate to be touched and you leaving him high and dry is one thing but locking him up so he can’t even touch himself? Just dangling the chastity belt in front of him has him swallowing hard and chuckling nervously. Sometimes just that is all it takes for him to start behaving himself, being the best boy you’ve ever seen and following every instruction to a tee.

But if his attitude persists it’s truly as simple as locking him up. From there it doesn’t matter what you do. You can keep teasing him and touching him until he gets worked up, you can make out with him which always ends up with him turned on anyway, but even sitting on the couch, cuddling, and watching a movie will do. Once it’s on it’s all he can think about. 

Even on the couch he’ll end up curling against you and whimpering that he needs your attention. And when you question him about his bratty behaviour it’s completely gone and he's the sweetest, most pliant boy you’ve ever seen.

“M sorry.  I-I’ll be a good boy. I promise. J-Just please take it off. Please let me cum. Promise I’ll be such a good boy for you.”

Jisung

God this is too easy. Sungie may have a big mouth but he’s impatient, horny, and desperate. He can never hold out very long so no matter what you do he’ll break out of the brattiness unless you fully indulge it.

No no, the real fun of this is the how. You have so many options.

Easily the fastest is don’t let him touch you. Even bringing out the ties will make him whimper. He can hold it together for a minute or two but the second you slip off your panties he’s a goner. This man will tip the whole ass chair over and nearly break his own front teeth when he goes down trying to get closer to you and begging to touch you, telling you how badly he needs to feel you.

You could also tap into his exhibitionism kink. You both know it exists even if you don’t talk about it much. Usually it’s nothing serious. A little bit of teasing while out at dinner, or a quickie in an empty closet when you’re both needy. But when he’s being a brat and you get him home and push him down on the couch. Get a hand down his pants before he has time to react and watch as his cheeks blush red and he starts to stutter and whimper while you murmur to him about how if he’s going to be a brat he can do it on the couch where any of his friends can walk into so see how badly behaved he is.

I blame stayvilleblr for making me think about perv!jisung. The most fun method is a combination of his pervy tendencies and his little humiliation kink you eventually uncovered. You learned early on dating him how much he liked getting a view up your skirt or down your shirt. It only took you sleeping over once for you to start losing panties and when you found a pair under his pillow you saved that little tidbit of information for later.

Let him run his mouth all day and be a tease. You would think he’d get suspicious of your leniency but he never does. Coax him into his room but let him think it’s all his idea. Only when you’ve got him on the bed should you pull the panties he’s hidden out from under his pillow. Boy will do a 180 so fast. Starts sweating and blushing and stuttering. Stuff the panties in his mouth and start degrading him for good measure and watch him fall apart before your very eyes.

“You’re just a needy little whore, aren’t you.”

“Y-Yes please, fuck, please fuck me. I’ll be your good little whore, I need it so bad.”

Felix

Brat? This boy? You have the wrong sub. Felix doesn’t have a bratty bone in his body.

However he likes the idea of getting punished. Just a little bit. So if you notice him suddenly acting up or teasing you when he knows he shouldn’t he’s cautiously testing to see if he can push your limits and shake up his usual good boy act.

Go easy on him. Let him tease just a little and honestly, a warning usually deters him from anymore, too bent on being your good boy to truly cause trouble. If he keeps going though you can at least put on a little show for him. Give him a few warnings and watch him get just a little nervous but keep pushing you. When you get him home be just a little bit rough with him he likes being manhandled.

He might break just from that but if he doesn’t all it takes it just the hint of a punishment. On the days when he really wants to push his luck he’ll hold out for as long as he can, being so cutely defiant it makes you wanna giggle. But keep your wits about you and follow what he wants, giving him a few more chances to be a brat. 

Then give him literally any punishment. Deny him an orgasm, stop touching him, overstimulate him, degrade him, honestly anything will make him break so fast. He wants to believe he can be a brat but he can’t take being punished and he will immediately start tearing up and begging and saying he’ll be good for you again. Make sure to give him lots of snuggles and good aftercare.

“I-I’m sorry. I-I’m so sorry please please d-don’t stop. I-I’ll be good. I’ll b-be your g-good boy.”

Seungmin

This is not going to be easy. He so so relishes in making you frustrated and it isn’t easy to break him when he gets into a bratty mood. If you touch him at all he sees it as a win and he’ll definitely let you know it, teasing you for not being able to keep your hands off of him. If you let him touch you or tell him to make you feel good he’ll get so cocky about it, saying you can’t get off without his fingers, tongue, thigh, or cock.

No, the only thing that truly works is to completely ignore him. He’ll let you tie him up because he doesn’t think you could break him out of his brattiness no matter what. Just get on the bed and start playing with yourself, ignoring him and his comments completely. Pull out your toys and he’ll start saying that you know he can fuck you better. Pull out a dildo that’s bigger than him. If you’re really invested get a fuck machine and don’t hold back any moans or reactions from how good you feel.

Seungmin likes to think he’s the only one, or thing, that can really make you feel good. Proving him wrong is the only way to tame him. He’ll start sweating when you pull out the dildo and his words get more defiant and cocky until you’re moaning louder for the toy than you do for him. That’s when he starts straining against the ties. The closer you get to your release the more desperate he’ll start to sound and when he knows you’re about to cum (or at least when you sound like it) is when he’ll start begging, voice nearly cracking as if he’s going to cry.

“Baby, please. Put down the toy I can fuck you so much better, I promise. Please let me touch you, let me fuck you.”

Jeongin

Sweet sweet baby bread is a massive fucking tease. He lives to push your buttons and get you going. And it would take a while to figure out how to properly wipe that cocky little smirk off his pretty face. The best method is often calling him on his bluffs.

He really likes to run his mouth and tell you how good of a job he can do. He does know how to please you but he’s not used to being in charge and it trips him up every time. Any time you pout at him and tell him that he can take over if he’s so much better you’ll see his smile falter. He’s suddenly clumsy and frazzled and desperately trying to save face because he’s not actually sure what to do . The boy who is usually so good at getting you off will struggle to do so, even more so when you give him a genuinely curious and worried look and ask if he’s okay. Give it time and he’ll crumble, begging for your help and to tell him what to do.

What’s way more fun though is when you call him on his bluff in public. He cannot keep his hands or his words to himself when he’s out with you, enjoying any reaction he can get out of you, knowing that with so many people around there’s nothing you can do about it. It makes it all the more surprising to him when you pull him into a changing room at the mall and press the heel of your palm against his crotch and ask him if he's really that needy that he can’t wait until you get home. The way his eyes go wide and he starts sputtering is just too cute. Despite his whimpers that someone might hear him while you’re palming him he gets hard so fast and soon he’s panting and hiding his face in your neck and promising to be a good boy for the rest of the day because he can’t stay quiet when he cums and he knows someone will hear.

“Sorry sorry m’ sorry please. Promise I’ll be a good boy for you. I-If I cum like this someone will hear. L-Let’s go home  n’ I’ll make you feel so good, p-promise.”

[chanlix-honey]

The Attention You Deserve (I.N.)

WARNING: smut (+18), pet names, daddy kink, fingering, choking, crying, jeongin being a tease and we’re here for it, (light) degrading,,,meaning MINORS DNI!! Please and thank you!!!

word count: 1.6k

a/n: HAPPY ROCK-STAR DAY EVERYONE!!! In honor of the new album release, I have decided to post the full one shot I teased a few days ago. This is my first skz smut post!! Pls be gentle!

Read at your own risk! Again, minors DNI. Enjoy!

“Let’s play a game, hm?” he pulls off the blanket that’s covering your sex, and your pleasured smell pulsates the room. “Since you wanted to be a bad girl, daddy’s going to correct this for you.” He brings your soaked hands to his mouth to lick the pleasure off of you. “I’m going to give you the night of your life. Maybe even the best. And you’re not going to cum once.” He tugs at your shirt, asking you to take it off. You do so obediently. “Good girl.” He plunges two of his fingers into your wet cunt.

“You obey me—and quickly—daddy rewards you. If you don’t listen..well,” You moan, the length of his fingers not giving you any let up. “I’m thinking of fucking you until I cum. How does that sound my dumb baby?” He chuckles, giving you a sly smile.

You couldn’t help yourself. Jeongin has been coming home from work later and later these days. He does his best to let you know that he and the boys won’t be done for some time, but he is an idol after all. He always has something to do. If it’s not vocals with his teacher and Seungmin, it’s practice with Danceracha, or executing lyrics with Channie-hyung (his favorite nickname for Bangchan, that he has passed down to you. Though he doesn’t like telling him in person).

When you text him throughout the day how excited you are for movie night, he can’t help but feel bad to try and remember the last time you and him spent time together. This would be good to get some of that quality time that you were both missing. And to treat you deliciously tonight. He misses your moans and your pussy, so he hopes to make up for it too. He feels his cock twitch at the thought of being coated in your juices and filling you up. He shakes the thought away to make sure he’s not sporting a hard-on before he goes back to Minho leading practice and replies to you. Be sure to wear that purple lace for Daddy tonight, I want to treat you to dessert…be a good girl and wait for me until I get home to give you the attention you deserve.

And tonight isn’t any different. You order pizza for the two of you once he texts you that he’ll be home in an hour—in hopes that the cheesy dinner arrives just as he does. By the time he comes home, he’s too tired for the weekly rom-com-roasting movie night that you and him had planned. He greets you with a good evening forehead kiss and lets you know that he’s going to take a little nap before you get the movie queued up. You smile at his sweet gesture, but can’t help to notice that your heart pangs at the kiss, disappointed that his lips missed yours.

Thirty minutes pass by. Then an hour. You continue to stare at your phone, as the screen is the only thing illuminating the room. You turned off the tv fifteen minutes ago. The barely-eaten pizza stares at you, as the box is only slightly open. You dejectedly scroll through TikTok, skipping fan edits of your boyfriend performing on the multitude of stages all over the world. You skip all, except one. A fan edit of his teasing lip-licking moments on stage, and the pit of your stomach feels engulfed by the flames of arousal. You let the video play once. Twice. Three times. Before you know it, your fingers are rubbing your clit to the ever-playing fan edit, desperately wishing your hand was his mouth and that teasing tongue.

“Ah, ah, daddy~” you mumble. You wouldn’t dare wake him up with your lewd sounds. Last time you made a mistake—let’s just say you couldn’t get out of bed the next day and a half.

Yet, your voice fails you and you squeak when you accidently pinch your clit, and your body shivers. You choke at your clumsiness and tears roll off your cheeks. Daddy-! You tremble, just about to cum.

Consumed in your pleasure, you don’t hear your boyfriend getting up from bed. He woke up from his nap just before you made the terrible decision to play with yourself. First, he heard you watching tiktoks—specifically the one that aroused you in the first place. And then he heard it again..and again. Like you stopped scrolling. Then, he started hearing your pretty little moans. Once he arrived in the phone-illuminated living room, he put the pieces together. He had actually been standing around watching you as he heard your cute little whimpers begging for a release. It seems that you weren’t as quiet as you thought.

“My, my, babygirl..did the words ‘wait for me’ slip your mind?” you yelp.

Suddenly, you feel one of his hands snake around your chin to tilt in his direction, and the other pinning your wrists away from you—stopping your movements.

Which is what brings you to this point. Him fucking you on his fingers in slow agony. It was supposed to be a night he was meant to take care of you. And you couldn’t wait until you had his full attention? He was not going to let that slide. Instead of giving you pleasure until your release, he had other ideas in mind.

“Y-yes daddy,” you shiver.

“Oh good, you do listen. Now tell me—” he begins, his fingers ever so slowly pump in and out of you, stretching you out.

“—What were you thinking when you stopped on that video darling?” He watches you writhe in pleasure. With your pupils blown, your body twitching in response to his oh so slow movements, and your hands grasping at air—pinned down by his large veiny hands at your wrists—he can’t help but look at you like an angel. How gorgeous you are…he thinks, smirking like the fox he is.

“I was thinking..mmh! About your t-tongue inside me daddy—fuck,” you gasp.

“Go on, princess, tell me how much you need me.” He groans. He can feel pre-cum soaking his sweatpants, his cock throbbing for you, begging to be released from the clothed prison.

“So bad. S-so b-bad. Your p-pretty pussy is aching for your mouth inside me ah~”

“You taste so good, daddy can’t help but to make you feel good to taste more of you..” He gropes your breast in one hand while his mouth is on the other, giving your clothed tits most of the attention—still finger fucking you ever so slowly.

You start to see stars. His fingers in you are already too much, despite the pace. How you’ve missed him touching you like this. But he’s slow. Way too slow. It feels like minutes pass before his fingers slip out again. Every second, you feel less than a milimeter’s worth of his two fingers occupy your gummy walls. Yet, you can’t help but take it all in. You’re drunk on his movements, you’d let him do anything to you at this point.

“You even dressed up in the purple lace I love so much,” he thumbs one of your sensitive nipples for it to perk up, pinching at it slightly. You groan, getting frustrated that you haven’t been able to cum yet.

His thumb grazes your clit. Barely even a graze, it’s almost as if his thumb makes contact by accident. It’s not enough to apply pressure, but enough for you to notice he’s toying with you. Making sure you know he’s doing it on purpose. The fucker. He hears you choke on your own breath every time he gives your clit a little bit of attention.

Jeongin coos, high on your moans. He leans in to you. “You think I wouldn’t notice baby? And now you’re on punishment for playing with daddy’s pussy..do you think I’m an idiot that would let you get away with it, slut?”

Biting between your ear and the skin just below it. “F-fuck…” you groan. He hums in success. He knows how you like to be fucked. Your body is very telling, and your voice lets you down everytime. Every frustrated huff, moan, and whine he takes from you. He’s barely doing anything and you’re already such a mess for him. He’s eager to try more, drunk on your fucked out sounds.

Before you know it, a moan slips out from your lips. “D-daddyyy..” you beg. You feel so close. And then, your body echoes to you. The pit of your stomach begins to tighten and your pussy throbs quickly. Tears brim at your glassy eyes, threatening to roll down. You mewl and moan, unable to control the next words to come out of your mouth. “Please! I c-can’t-t. I can’t I can’t I–” he stops. He removes his slender coated fingers from your tightening hole. A squelching sound fills the room.

Then, your heartbeat slows. You begin to catch your breath. Your tears spill. Your mind is not yet clear, but your senses kick in. You whine the moment you feel your cunt clenching around nothing, and you hear tutting. “My baby’s so close..too fucked to hear what I said, hm?”

You pause. No. No, no, no, no. You scramble to give him an answer quickly after you didn’t respond immediately.

“Daddy…mm..no! N-no I didn’t think—” He interrupts you.

“—Hush hush, it’s ok baby. Too blissed out on my fingers to think quickly.” Tears engulf your eyes, being denied a release.

“I’ll fuck you right to correct this behavior, don’t worry. For now, it’s my turn.”

[bangchansspicybuldak]

[Teaser] (now available)

Genre: Unrequited Love, Noona-Dongsaeng relationship, Office scenario, Light Angst.

Type: One-shot, Short fanfiction.

Pairing: Yang Jeongin/Reader

Available on: Ao3

User Id: thenightsoftingles

Word count: 2, 765.

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"So to counter attack the bug, they did this complex coding known as–Hey! How rude it is to walk away when Hyung is talking— Innie!"

Jeongin ignores Jisung's blabber, but it shakes you out of your miserable looking blankness.

You turn to look at Jeongin's approaching figure, and his mind traces each way your gaze shifts to his body at length, from shoulder to shoulder, to his face, to his blowing hair, to his peaking chest.

"Noona." 

You still seem to be unaware of his attention towards you, because when your gaze flicks from his lips to his eyes, Jeongin notices the sharp intake of air that you took.

He notices, and he shakes in his body to not react to such confusing signs. How foolish you can be to jump your Noona, Jeongin, his mind scolds him.

He turns and simply sit beside you, cherishing what little touch of warmth he can cease from your closeness.

It took him months to sit beside you, for you to be so comfortable with him. It took him months to have just a fragment of his skin to overlap yours (although he pertains to confess falsely that he hates skin ship). It took him months, at stretch, to feel the sea breeze lightly touching your burning cheeks (was Jeongin the reason, he wonders through his sobriety),  to feel it vanish past your pale skin, and Jeongin appears not to be affected of the blowing wind, and especially, not jealous. None at all.

Yet, he caves in. Digging in. Pawing and seeking an opening— any entrance to bloom within your heart. To peak beneath, to feel comforted that you like him back, just as badly as loves you.

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Turn to me,

just this once.

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[minhosbitterriver]

blame me if you want.

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pairing: jeongin x gender neutral reader

content warnings: heartbreak, angst, crying, break up

rating: 13+

summary: you deluded yourself into thinking you and jeongin were meant to last forever. but after some time where he felt distant, you come to find out why.

🍂 untitled — hyunjin & i.n (2 kids’ show)

His hands shook slightly as they held your face as though you were to break into a thousand pieces if he let you go, and you thought you might, too, since your heart had just been shattered by the man you’d once named your forever; why not let your body and soul follow your heart into the disaster it is now? You watched as tears threatened to spill, his voice cracked and his lips formed a trembling frown, though it didn’t compare to the storm of tears rolling down your cheeks or the sobs that continuously escaped past your lips, your expression twisted into one of pure heartbreak.

“I— I really didn’t want us to end like this, Jeongin,” you sobbed, and you knew he could barely understand what you were trying to say through the hiccups and cries. “But it’s like you’ve mentally been away for months now and I don’t know what I can do anymore. I can’t continue living like this, losing sleep because I can’t figure out what is happening and you keep refusing to talk about it.”

Jeongin pulled you to his chest, resting his chin on top of your head as the fingers of one hand gripped your shirt. He was shaking all over, but you were inconsolable.

“You’ve said it on my behalf, Y/N.” He began, voice crackling as he held back tears. “At some point, your eyes felt so cold, and perhaps I am the reason, but —”

You pulled away from him, eyebrows furrowed. “If I ever looked at you coldly, I never meant it. Baby, I promise that —”

“No, not like that,” he interrupted. “I mean, I didn’t feel the same way that I used to. I’m not sure how or when it happened, but it did. I couldn’t figure out how to tell you, but I really didn’t want things to get to this point.”

A tear finally rolled down his cheek as he spoke, voice growing thicker as he held back his own devastation. His words felt as though he’d pushed you off of a cliff and now you were just falling without a safety net by yourself.

“Y/N, I know in my heart that you leaving me and finding someone who truly deserves you before this pain gets any deeper is the best thing you can do.” A choked sob escaped from his lips and he sniffled, looking away for a moment to compose himself. “I tried to be your forever, I really did. But now I’m not sure of anything; did I really fall in love? Or was it a selfish decision made for my own sake to escape from my loneliness? At first, I didn’t even want to entertain the idea but, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.”

The room was spinning at his words, your sobs intensifying while you pulled away from him completely. You were angry now, hurt, betrayed.

“What are you implying?” Your voice was louder than you’d intended, but you also couldn’t bring yourself to care when your whole world was collapsing in on itself at the moment. “Are you saying that everything we’d been through wasn’t real? Every beautiful minute spent together didn’t make you feel like this could be forever?”

You were standing now, looking down on his shiny eyes as more tears rolled freely down his achingly beautiful face; even with emotions running high, it took everything in you to not kiss them away. But he didn’t deserve that anymore, and you were well aware. When you called him over with the intention to end things, you wanted him to argue with you and tell you that you guys could work things out. You wanted to hear him say that he loved you, and that he didn’t agree with this decision. Anything to show you that he cared and was willing to fight for you and your relationship with him. Instead you found yourself feeling as though he’d punched you in the gut when he agreed wholeheartedly. Now every year spent with him was in question as you wondered just how much of it was as real to him as it had been for you. How many times did he lie through his teeth as he told you he loved you? The thought had you shaking with rage.

Jeongin didn’t respond, only sat there as he watched you back away from him slowly.

“Was I really just someone to keep your bed warm? Who the fuck says that?”

Jeongin finally stood up, hands attempting to reach you but you moved away before he could. “No, I don’t think it was like that —”

“You don’t think, Jeongin? This was the part where you told me ‘No, Y/N, it definitely wasn’t like that’. But you stand there and tell me you don’t think I was just a warm body so you didn’t feel so lonely? You’re such a coward.”

“I know that I am!” For the first time ever, Jeongin raised his voice, which took you aback. “You can blame me if you want, Y/N, but you have to believe me when I tell you that I didn’t want this to drag on like this. There were so many times where I tried to be honest about my feelings but I would look at you and always feel like such a monster for wanting to end things when what we had was so good. Don’t you think I hate this too?”

You remained silent, his words echoing in your mind. It didn’t make sense to you, nothing did. “If what we had was so good, then why did you stop loving me? When did you stop seeing me as your future?”

He opened his mouth but nothing came out. His shoulders slumped when he mumbled, “I have no idea.”

You sniffled, wrapping your own arms around yourself as you watched him. The crying had subsided a little bit by that point, and you could feel your chest becoming numb the longer he remained there. He stood before you, a shell of a man who had once decided to fall with you, but now he watched as you fell on your own to your own doom. The future looked so bleak without him, and you didn’t think you could ever forgive him for this.

“Do you think you would’ve said something sooner rather than later if I hadn’t called you over?”

“I don’t know. I hope so.”

You inhaled sharply, and exhaled shakily, your heart beating in your throat as you prepared to say the next words you’d never even dreamt of saying: “I think you should leave.”

Worst of all, Jeongin only nodded before walking out of your place. He didn’t even look back before closing the door behind him, leaving you a shattered mess.

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i watched hyunjin and i.n’s 2 kids show yesterday and their untitled song had me in tears and inspired me to write this sad little thing. i hope you guys enjoy, i might post something with hyunjin too though i don’t know.

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jeongin enemies to lovers

jeongin enemies to lovers!

you and jeongin have known eachother since elementary school, he’s always picked on you, and he still does, your in high school and he never leaves you alone, he always teases and annoys you. his and your family are close and they come over to your house sometimes.

your sitting on the couch as you hear the front door open, it’s jeongin and his family, he looks around before he spots you, a smirk grows on his face

“oh god.” you think to yourself, dreading the next few hours of torment. he walks up to you, smirk still prominent on his cheeks, seeing your annoyed expression almost made him laugh “hello y/n” he says and leans against the wall next to you. he “hi.” you reply, scrolling on your phone. he sits down on the couch next to you. “who are you texting?” he asks, poking your shoulder. “none of your business” you reply. “no need to be a smartass,” he says, huffing. “what do you want?” you ask. he grins, sitting closer, putting his arm around your shoulders. “why, does seeing me piss you off?”. “yeah it kinda does.” he chuckles, moving closer to your face. “and why is that?” you huff, standing up. “cause you’re impossible to get along with!” “oh come on i’m not thattt bad.” he says, standing up. “y/n, jeongin come get some food.” you hear your mum calling from the kitchen. “coming!” he replies, turning to you. “well come on then?”

after dinner.

he follows you out of the kitchen and into your room, he flops down on your bed, resting his hands behind his head. “uh what do you think you’re doing?” he shrugs and grins at you “hanging out with my favourite person of course.” he says sarcastically. you roll your eyes at him and turn away. “aww come on don’t be like that.” he says, sitting up and patting the spot on the bed next to him. you cautiously sit on the bed next to him. “you don’t have to act so timid around me you know?” you look at him confused. “are you feeling alright?” “yeah, why?” “cause you’re actually being nice?” “whatttt? im always nice to you.” “uh in case you haven’t noticed, you hate me and i hate you. it’s the one thing we can agree on.” you reply. “well hate is a strong word don’t you think?” he asks. “oh come on, you’ve always hated me, ever since we were younger and i don’t even know why.” “i don’t hate you.” he replies. “just strongly dislike” you say chuckling. he looks at you, “stop being sarcastic, it doesn’t suit you. and no i don’t dislike you.” you look at him, not believing a single word coming out his mouth. “so why have you made it your life’s mission to ruin mine?” you say, remembering all the pranks and mayhem he’s caused over the years. he’s silent for a few seconds. “to see your stupid reactions.” “yeah as if that’s the real reason jeongin.” he rolls his eyes, grabs your chin and lifts your head to look at him “and y/n what do you think the real reason is?” you stutter, not used to the physical contact between you two. “i-i don’t know you tell me” he laughs quietly to himself, he moves even closer to you, his face is inches away from yours

“can i tell you a secret?” you nod, not being able to process anything properly with his lips mere centimetres away from yours. he smiles, he moves his hand from your chin to your waist “come on, i gotta whisper it to you” he moves back to look at you, his hand moves further down your waist “do you promise you won’t get mad?” “yeah??” you say, questionably. he hesitates, he smiles as he looks at you “can you guess what i’m about to say?” “oh for gods sake jeongin, just tell me!” you spouted. he lets out a quiet laugh, his grip on you tightens “well..i don’t hate you. quite the opposite actually” you look at him puzzled. jeongin. the person who you despised, yet couldn’t help constantly wanting to be around. was he… “what do you mean?” he stares directly at you, not looking away for a second, he pulls your leg over his and puts his other hand on your hip “i like you. like, a lot” you’re stunned. he just confessed to you. “is this another prank?” he shakes his head “no, i’m not pranking you. i’m being serious” “so all these years? why were you so horrible?” “because i was too scared to admit i liked you, so i treated you as if i hated you cause im a dumbass who doesn’t know how to deal with feelings.” he sighs looking down. “yeah you could say that again.” i say chuckling. he smiles and rolls his eyes. “don’t get smart with me now.” he says.

“well i guess i should tell you i like you too.” you say. his eyes widen and he looks at you. “wait really?” he replies, surprised. “yeah, i know i shouldn’t cause you were so horrible but i do.” he laughs slightly, he moves his hands and puts them on your thighs “can i confess something?” you nod. he looks away for a second, as if he’s embarrassed “i’ve been lying to myself for a while i think. when i said i like you, i meant i’m like head over heels in love with you” you look at him. shocked. the same boy who was pestering you all throughout dinner half an hour ago was now admitting he was in love with you. he looks back at you and moves closer, he looks dead serious “yo-you are?” you say stuttering, trying to process everything. “yeah..i’m in love with you, pretty embarrassing isn’t it?” you smile slightly. “i think i’m in love with you too jeongin.” he stares at you, almost in disbelief, he laughs again “i’m not dreaming am i?” “let’s find out” you utter, before pressing your lips to his, finally. his eyes widen again, he’s startled at first but then he melts into the kiss, he tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls you closer to him. he pulls away slightly, looking at you “i always wondered what that would be like” he confesses. you laugh, swatting his chest before leaning in once more.

an hour later

you and jeongin laugh as you pull him down the stairs, hand in hand. you enter the kitchen to the gasps of both yours, and jeongins mum who are overjoyed you both finally saw each others true feelings. you look at jeongin as he hugs your mum and you realise that everything has finally fallen into place.

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♡︎A Sweet Confession

After months of being called 'Yongbok' by Changbin, Jeongin finally confronts the older about his incessant mistake. What he wasn't expecting was for Changbin to confess that he had feelings for Felix but was too shy to admit it - instead of punishing his hyung for the mistake, Jeongin decides to help him confess to Felix and hopefully put a stop to the mistake once and for all.

──❥ pairing: changbin x felix

──❥ length: 2.5k

──❥ warnings: idol au, friends to lovers, slight angst, fluff, mutual pining

──❥ note: the characters don't represent real idols; this is a work of fiction intended for entertainment purposes only. this in no way represents nor reflects real life. this work has been cross posted to ao3 under the username thishippiekid.

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"Yah, Yongb... ugh Jeonginnie, Chan needs you in the recording studio." Changbin calls from the doorway of the dance studio. The younger rolled his eyes < He did it again. This is the fourth time this week that he almost called me by the wrong name > he thought as he stood from his seat on the floor next to Seungmin where they had just got done watching over their practice video from earlier. "You did it again hyung, for the last time I'm not Yongbok hyung!" he whined as he softly padded towards the door. 

"Sorry Innie, I just can't help it." the older shrugs as he's pushed past by the younger a little harsher than intended, "Woah, what's his problem?" Changbin asked once Jeongin was out of ear shot. "Really hyung? You've been calling him Yongbok for months now, it's like you forget he exists. It does hurt his feelings you know; once or twice might not be a big deal but it's been months." Seungmin informed the older with a hint of frustration laced in his otherwise calm tone of voice. 

Changbin ruffled his soft curls through his fingers trying to recall just how many times he'd messed up Jeongin's name recently; surely it wasn't that many times right? Seungmin could see the confusion plastered on the older's face, he didn't even know what he was doing. The younger shook his head before standing up and walking up to the older, giving him a gentle punch to his large bicep muscle to break him of the trance he got himself into. 

"Just try to be more conscious of who you're calling yeah?" the younger said, tilting his head to the side on the word 'yeah'. Changbin chuckles lightly, "You're starting to sound like Channie hyung, it's a little scary." Seungmin rolls his eyes and leaves the practice room, opting to head to his vocal coach instead of practicing the dance on his own. Changbin gets lost in his own thoughts; how could he not realize that he had been calling Jeongin by the wrong name for quite some time? It's not like he did it on purpose but why was he doing it? 

He was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of the practice room door opening and a deep but angelic voice calling out him, "Binnie hyung? Binnie hyung! I thought you were coming right back after grabbing Jeongin." the voice sung out. Changbin's heart rate instantly increased and he felt the butterflies begin to flutter in the pit of his stomach, he turned around slowly and faced the smaller blonde haired boy that invaded his thoughts daily giving him a small smile. 

"Uh...just got d-distracted is all. Did Channie hyung send you to find me?" He asked, mentally slapping himself for using his cutesy voice that he usually saved for stay. Thankfully, the younger male didn't seem to notice as he just gave the older his signature smile that lit up the room and gave off a warm feeling like a summer's day as he walked over and hugged him. "Nope. When Innie walked into the studio without you I came to find you myself." Changbin smiled, Felix always had a way of making him feel tingly - in a good way. 

"Soooo what distracted you hmm?" the younger asked as he looked up with his deep chocolate eyes that still sparkled no matter where they were. "Nothing important, come on Bokkie - we should get back before Channie hyung starts getting mad that we aren't there." The older gently took hold of the younger's wrist and led him back towards the studio, his heart pounding the entire time while the younger simply followed not knowing the effect his existence had on the older. 

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One week later...

"Why do you keep calling me Yongbok?! Is it really that hard to tell us apart hyung?!" Jeongin yelled across the dance studio. He had been practicing with Changbin, Lee Know, and Seungmin when he was yet again called by the wrong name. Seungmin placed a hand on the younger's shoulder to keep calm while the oldest of the four simply chuckled at the scene playing out before him. "I said I was sorry! I don't know why I keep you calling you Yongbok okay? It's just the name that comes out." Changbin was rubbing his temples trying to force the younger member out of his mind so he could think more clearly.

Jeongin took a deep breath and gently removed Seungmin's hand before walking up the older member; "Is there something going on? Did you like have a fight with him or something?" he asked cautiously. Changbin really wasn't one to talk about his thoughts or feelings much unless it impacted the entire group - he didn't want to be seen as someone who couldn't handle his own emotions, so he usually just spent the energy in the gym instead. He knew, however, that this situation wouldn't be solved by just working out. 

Seungmin felt a certain tension in the air and decided it was his cue to grab the eldest and give them all a good break from rehearsing; "Hyung, let's take a break. Come get coffee with me so we can get back to practice." the older nodded subconsciously nodded and allowed himself to be dragged out of the room so the other two could talk without the attention. Changbin sighed in relief but knew that telling Jeongin about his...problem wasn't going to be so easy, it was a vulnerable situation he was getting himself into. 

"We didn't fight. In fact, we're closer than ever recently." Changbin shuffled his weight between each foot, that gnawing feeling rising in his stomach as his heart rate sped up like he was still dancing though he was now standing still. The younger noticed Changbin's body language and recognized what was going on; the older was nervous but not in a good way - he looked the same way Lee Know did before he finally confessed to liking Jisung actually. 

"Okay, so... did I do something to like make you mad or are you just mixing us up because our hair color is the same?" Jeongin tried to wrack his brain for any possible reason that would explain why the older couldn't get his name right. The older just shook his head, he wanted to tell the younger his reason but he couldn't force the words to come out. "Okay, then what is it? You know you can tell me. I may be the youngest member of the group but I can still be of some help." Jeongin patted the older on the back reassuringly. 

"If I tell you, you have to promise that you won't say anything." Changbin sighed deeply. The last thing he wanted to do was share his secret but he knew the tension between demanded this explanation so after taking a deep breath and watching the younger nod to indicate that he wouldn't repeat what was about to come he continued, "I keep calling you Yongbok because... he's always on my mind..." he hesitated a bit before continuing, "I...sort of am maybe...in love with him." 

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Ever since Changbin had told Jeongin his secret; the younger no longer cared about the fact that he was still being called Yongbok - he did however continue to think of ways to get the two alone together so maybe the older would be brave enough to just confess so this little habit of his would stop for good. It only took a week before the perfect opportunity presented itself; the three of them had been scheduled for dance rehearsal together for 6 hours without the others and while Jeongin was trying to come up with a way to leave the two older members alone, the power cut off. 

"Did we just lose power?" Felix asked from his position on the floor. They were two hours into their rehearsal and were taking a stretch break the lights turned off leaving them in a dim dance studio; just barely enough light to see each other but not enough to safely continue practicing. "I'll go see what's going on, you two stay here." Jeongin quickly chimed in. He stood and left the practice room but not before locking the door so no one would be able to interrupt them.

The two older members didn't say a word; Changbin was so focused on the fact that he had been left alone with his crush to say or even do anything and Felix was just taking this opportunity to do some of his rehabilitation exercises for his back - completely unaware that the older was struggling to keep his heart rate down. "Is it getting kind of cold in here or is it just me?" the younger male asked after about 15 minutes of them just sitting in silence.

"Uh, yeah it is kind of cold in here I guess." Changbin managed to reply, his voice laced with nerves. Felix could hear it, that slight difference in the older's voice. It was so unlike his usual way of speaking and threw him off a little, why was he nervous? "You okay Binnie? Is it the dark that's making you nervous?" the younger asked as he crawled over to Changbin who had his back pressed against the large mirror on the wall.

Changbin audibly gulped, what should he say? Should he lie and blame the lack of lighting for his nerves? Or should he just come out with the truth and confess his feelings? The older was so lost in his own mental conflict that he didn't notice Felix slide in next to him nor realize that the younger was reaching for his hand until he nearly jumped out of his skin upon feeling the younger's hand on his. Felix flinched slightly, the older never reacted like that to being touched before... could it be?

"Hyung... am I making you nervous?" Felix asked with a soft tone. While the younger didn't understand why he would be making him nervous, his heart almost sank when the older nodded. "Oh... did I do something wrong?" Changbin shook his head, he felt the younger start to slide his hand off and grabbed it back quickly; lacing their fingers together. "You didn't do anything wrong... I-" he hesitated. What if he confessed and the younger rejected him? How would they be able to just continue on like nothing had happened?

"You?" Felix urged as he subconsciously rubbed his thumb across the back of the older's hand soothingly. Changbin forced himself to turn and look the younger in the eyes; god he was so... pretty. The way his eyes sparkled even in the dark, his beautiful freckles that glittered his slightly rosy cheeks, his perfect pink lips that just looked kissable... it made Changbin's heart skip a beat. Before he could stop himself, Changbin leaned in towards Felix slowly.

Felix wasn't sure what was happening but seeing the older leaning in towards him only encouraged him to do the same - when they could no longer look at each other clearly, they both closed their eyes and slowly pressed their lips together in a soft kiss that had fireworks setting off in both their minds. Felix could feel the older hesitating still and took control of the situation; he brought his free hand up to hold the back of Changbin's neck as he moved his lips against his.

Changbin let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding as Felix took over the moment and pulled him closer; their lips moving in a soft dance of fondness while Changbin processed the fact that his crush was actually kissing him back. Feeling more brave and daring, Changbin wrapped his arms around the younger's slim waist pulling him onto his lap and earning him a soft whimper from the younger. Changbin smiled into the kiss as he licked across Felix's plump lower lip seeking permission to deepen their actions.

Felix giggled lightly as he gave Changbin just that; the two licking into each other's mouths hungrily as the older pulled Felix as close to his body as he possibly could. When the lack of oxygen became too much, the younger pulled away with giggling happily; the two sat panting and staring into each other's eyes until their breathing returned to normal. "This is why you were nervous? Because you like me?" The younger teased as he traced the pad of his thumb across the older's plump cheek.

Changbin nodded, "I've been in love with you for so long and I never in a million years thought you would like me back. When Innie left us alone, I knew I should confess to you but the thought of actually doing so made me want to crawl in a hole for the rest of my life." Felix gave the older his signature cutesy smile before pecking his lips softly, "Wait... is that why you kept calling Innie by my name? Because I'm all you think about to the point where you forget who you're talking to?"

The older blushed and gave the younger a sly smile, "You are such a dork" Felix teased. The two giggled lightly before Changbin reached up and moved a strand of Felix's hair out of his eyes so he could see them sparkle. "Well now you know my secret... do you like me back or should I prepare to be rejected?" Felix nearly fell backwards off of the older's lap laughing, "Do you really think I would have kissed you back if I didn't like you? Or didn't want you to be my boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend? You... wait what?!" Felix rolled his eyes and pulled Changbin back in for another love filled kiss. "Yes Binnie, boyfriend. As in I'm your boyfriend and you are my boyfriend." Changbin sighed out in relief and closed the distance between them once more, a smile plastered onto his face. "Thank God that worked, I was going to be so mad if my plan didn't end up working." Jeongin said from the door. Shortly after Felix confirmed their relationship, Jeongin had unlocked the door and snuck inside to see if his plan was going the way he hoped it would.

"Plan? Do you mean.... YOU TURNED THE LIGHTS OFF AND LEFT US ALONE SO I WOULD FINALLY CONFESS TO FELIX?!" Changbin yelled in surprise, Felix burst into laughter and rolled of the older's lap to allow him to get up and run over to the youngest. "IT NEEDED TO HAPPEN HYUNG! COME ON! SHOULDN'T YOU BE THANKING ME?!" The youngest asked as he held up both his hands just in case the older tried to hit him somewhere. "Thank you." Changbin said before starting to chase him around the studio.

"Yah! Babe, give it a rest. Come back and cuddle me, I'm still cold" Felix managed to say between laughing fits. Changbin, being whipped as he was, instantly left Jeongin alone to cuddle his new boyfriend and give him kisses on the head. "Just call me cupid" Jeongin said to himself as he watched the happy couple with a smile on his face...

[ihave-atummyache]

my favorite part

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: what body part of yours is your boyfriend’s favorite?

18+ !! smut (warnings under the cut) hehe, mature themes, cussing, the works

-OT8

-7.8k words (im sorry idk im mentally unwell)

(smut warnings: rough, unprotected piv (wrap before you tap), oral (m & f), foot fetish (mind ur business), degradation, body worship, creampie lowk, if there’s more lmk)

format:

1. before you are dating

2. after you become a couple

3. smut.

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Bang Chan: your back

Chan always has his hand on your back. Whether he has his hand on your lower back and is guiding you through a crowd or if you are laying in bed together. He loves to lay face to face with you and rest his hand on your back.

"Your back is so pretty," Chan's fingers lightly graze over your lower back. He had bought you a low back dress to wear to your date tonight. The plummet stops just above your butt, preventing you from wearing any underwear, which he was also well aware of.

"You tell me often, Channie," you reply and smile at him through the mirror. He is the sweetest and he always has his own way of showing it. His hand trails up your spine until he reaches your shoulder and rubs both of them lightly with both hands before letting them trail back down, leaving electricity in their wake.

"Stunning," he mumbles out below his breath and kneels down, pressing a kiss to your lower back, then the middle of your back, then between your should blades.

Although the two of you haven't kissed yet, this feels just as intimate as a kiss would and you feel your face heat up at the affection that he is giving you.

“You’re too sweet to me, Bang Chan,” you giggle out as his fingers graze your spine again, causing a chill to shudder throughout your entire body.

“Because I want you to be mine,” he replies simply, his hands on your waist and his thumbs rubbing your exposed back.

—2—

"I love your back so much, baby," Chan lets his hand lay flat on the small of your back, pulling you closer to his body. You smile and turn your head away from the T.V., resting your chin on his chest.

Chan was already looking down at you with a soft smile on his face. You push your body up, allowing yourself to touch his lips with your own before returning to your position with your cheek on his chest.

Chan's hand creeps under the sweater you have on and he lets his pinky inch into the waistband of your leggings so his full hand was on your bare skin.

“You always tell me this, Channie,” you breathe out and start to watch the show again. You feel him chuckle, his chest rumbling underneath your cheek.

“I know. I just never want you to forget it. You are the first person I have ever met that got me so hot and bothered by just their back,” he mumbles quietly, almost like he was embarrassed and now it is your turn to laugh.

“Are you admitting to being absolutely obsessed with my back right now?” you tease, poking at his sides with your fingers. He wiggles under your touch, pulling you even closer to himself to try to make you stop.

“I’m obsessed with everything about you,” he admits and you sit up again to press a kiss to your sweet boyfriend’s lips.

—3—

"Fuck you look so pretty like this, sweetheart. Look at yourself," Chan's hand finds your chin from behind as he continues to thrust into you. He turns your face to force you to look at yourself in the mirror in front of you.

The sight in front of you is insanely erotic and you have to fight the urge to let your eyes roll back into your head. Your mascara was ruined, running down your face and your neck. It now covered Chan’s hand that was gripping your chin tightly.

You make eye contact through the mirror and he lets out a groan at the sight of you. He breaks the eye contact and looks down where your bodies are connected. He places both hands on your hips, his thumbs resting on your lower back and you drop your head again.

“I said look at yourself,” he repeats himself and grips your chin again, forcing you to look at him in the mirror.

Chan releases your face and places one hand on the sink and the other on your back, pushing you even further into the sink.

"F-fuck, Chris. You feel so good," you moan out, half your mind already leaving from how good Chan was making you feel.

"I love fucking you from behind and seeing this pretty back tense up when you're about to cum," he groans out and speeds up his thrusts, feeling you clench around him. The pleasure overwhelms your body and you scream out.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck Chris," you're chanting out as his pace never slows down, fucking you to oversensitivity before he pulls out and cums on your back, jerking himself until he is certain he is empty.

"You are so perfect. Look at this pretty back covered in my cum. Should I take a picture?" he questions and you let a laugh out, your legs feeling like jelly under you.

"Shut up," you mumble out, trying your best to compose yourself. Then you think that it couldn’t hurt and you are curious to see what Chan is so obsessed with.

“Go ahead,” you grumble out and Chan scrambles to grab his phone that was sitting on the sink before he stands behind you again, taking a picture with flash of his cum all over your back.

“Ready for round two?” he questions and you shake your head, holding up a finger.

“Give me like…two minutes,” you breathe out and hear him chuckle behind you.

Lee Know: butt (i had to)

We all know that Lee Know is always on the lookout for butts. You saw it with his friends before you ever even really knew him. He would randomly grab or smack his friend's butts.

The first time Minho touches your butt, he doesn't even realize he did it. And as much as you would be creeped out if anyone else did it, it made you realize how comfortable Minho had gotten around you. He treats you exactly how he treats his closest friends and it makes your heart flutter.

"Hey, champ. How is lunch going?" Minho questions nonchalantly, his hand making gentle contact with your butt. You jump at the action and he leans on the counter next to you, looking down at what you're doing.

"Are you comfortable around me?" your question causes him to immediately look at your face, confusion all over it.

"Of course, y/n. You're my lady," he smiles at you. You smile back, pushing him lightly with your arm. He always does this, probably knowing that you have the fattest crush on him.

"Oh, hush. Stop teasing me," you scold him and turn back to focus on cutting up lunch.

“Oh don’t pretend like you don’t want to be my lady,” he says quietly, his hand reaching out to rub your lower back, his pinky resting dangerously close to your ass. You feel your breath hitch in your throat but you roll your eyes anyways trying to keep your composure.

“I-I said stop teasing me. Especially pretending to flirt with me all the time,” you glance over at him and he has a smug smirk on his face. He makes his way to behind you and rests his hands on either side of you on the counter, caging you in.

You tense up, letting the knife freeze over the vegetable you are cutting. The heat from his body overtakes your senses and you have to fore yourself to breathe.

He leans in closer and you can feel the zipper of his jeans pressing into your ass through your leggings. He is practically pressing the most sensitive part of himself up against you. If he didn’t have on jeans and instead had on sweatpants, you are certain you would have been able to feel the outline of him.

“Who said I was pretending?” he whispers into you ear, sending chills down your neck and back.

—2—

You feel Minho's hand make contact with your ass before you even realize he is in the room. You squeak in surprise and then feel him gently knead where he had just smacked you. He climbs onto the bed, straddling your thighs and presses his chest to your back.

"You should know better than to lay on your stomach with me around. Especially with these little leggings on," he pinched your butt and you groan, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

"Hush, Lee Minho. I'm trying to read," you reprimand him and he sighs, scooting down your body. He places a kiss to your tail bone then to each of your cheeks before flipping over and laying his head on the soft flesh.

"Read out loud," He suggests, his hand trailing up and down your calf absentmindedly. You let out a sigh and he slides his other hand behind his head to rest on your ass, his elbow on the bed

"You won't know what's going on," you counter, glancing back at your boyfriend. His eyes are closed and he looks in complete bliss. He shrugs and squeezes your ass before dropping his arm and letting it rest across his stomach.

"Don't care," he murmurs and you let out a chuckle before flipping the page and starting to read aloud.

—3—

"I love this view. I could stare all day," Minho pulls away from your soaking core, half from his spit and half from how wet you are.

"Baby.. don't tease. Please?" you plead to your boyfriend. He has you bent over, your elbows on a pillow while he absolutely devoured you from behind. Every time he sensed you about to cum, he would pull back before you could.

"You want me to fuck this perfect pussy already? Would you rather me fuck your tight ass?" He asks, his thumbs spreading you open to tongue fuck your core again. You let out a groan and reach behind you, pushing his face closer to your pussy.

He feels you about to cum and this time, he allows it. He dives deeper into your pussy and you also push his face closer as your orgasm washes over you. After being edged a few times, it hits you like a ton of bricks when you finally get that release.

He groans at you forcing him to bury his face into you as you came. You let out a string of moans as you came around his tongue. He licks a long stripe from your throbbing hole, up your perineum, around the tight ring of muscle until he reaches your tailbone, planting a kiss.  He sucks gently on the flesh before moving over to each of your ass cheeks and planting a kiss. He can feel you shuddering from the after shock and he laughs.

"Taste so good, baby," He sits up and pulls you back towards his body, his hands on your hips were the only thing keeping you from collapsing as you recover from your orgasm.

"May I?" he asks sarcastically and before you can even reply, he eases into you. You let out a groan, the oversensitivity almost too much but you quickly adjust.

"Fuck yourself on me, princess. I want to see this pretty ass move," he commands, landing a slap to your ass before gripping it tightly. You oblige instantly, fucking yourself back onto your boyfriend.

Every time you meet his pelvis with your ass, the squish and jiggle of your flesh has his head all over the place. He feels like he might lose his mind from all you were doing to him. He grabs your hips, forcing you to stop before leaning over and kissing the back of your neck.

“You’re so needy aren’t you,” he whispers in your ear and you nod, eagerly, wanting to continue what you had started. He laughs again at this and sits back up on his knees.

He lands a harsh slap to your ass but instead of a squeak, you let out a nearly pornographic moan and the sound flips a switch in Minho. He takes grip of your hips again and starts fucking you beyond comprehension.

Your brain turns to mush as you have a second and a third orgasm, without Minho ever pulling out of you. Tears were streaming down your face and Minho loved every second of it. The sight alone of your ass against him has him fending off his own orgasm with all his willpower he can muster.

Chnagbin: thighs

Before you two started dating, you noticed that he had taken a liking to your thighs. He would talk to you and his hand would tap your thigh or pat it if he was trying to make a point. He honestly didn’t even notice it. It was like a magnet just brought his hand to your thigh.

He then started to enjoy laying on your lap.

“Can you play with my hair?” Changbin asks quietly and you look up from your phone at his pouting face before tapping your thighs, signaling him to lie down.

He does and he immediately makes himself comfortable, tucking his hand under your thigh as you detangle his hair and he quickly falls asleep.

He always sits with a hand on your thigh. If you're in the car or just sitting on the couch, he has a hand on your thigh. He likes to pull your legs into his lap and rest his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles absentmindedly. He isn't sure when he got so obsessed with your thighs, but neither of you are complaining.

One day you were both watching a scary movie and you had your knees pulled up to your chest, protecting yourself from the scary scenes. Changbin let his forearm rest on your knee but before long, between you jumping and him jumping, his arm fell between your legs.

He wrapped his arm around your thigh, his hand laying on the back of your thigh. Butterflies erupted from your chest and you felt your whole body tense up. Once he started rubbing your thighs, it was like a puddle in your underwear.

—2—

"I can't see," you complain from your spot next to Changbin, although he couldn't really see either. You two were in a crowd at a concert and not only were you back in the grass, you were behind an insane amount of people.

"Want to get on my shoulders? Your favorite song is coming on next," he offers and you smile at him. He is too precious.

"I'm gonna be heavy, baby," you complain and turn again to stand on your tip toes and try to get a view of the stage. He walks behind you and squats down, pushing his head between your thighs before standing up. You let out a squeak and rest your hands on his head. You were about to scold him but got easily distracted.

You were perched up high on his shoulders and could finally see everything, just in time for your favorite song to begin.

"Oh my gosh, Binnie! It's crazy up there. Hand me your phone!" You exclaim above him. He reaches into his pocket and hands you his phone. You take it and snap a few pictures and videos of the stage so he could see it as well.

When the song came to an end, you expected Changbin to put you down, but he didn't.

"Baby, I know I'm heavy. You can put me down now," you laugh and pat the top of his head. He turns his head and presses a kiss to your inner thigh and then a little nibble, making you jump.

"You're not heavy. This is the reason I go to the gym, y'know," he teases and turns his head, biting your other thigh.

"Hey!" you exclaim as his teeth clamp down on the flesh.

He was really just happy to have your thighs on either side of him like this, especially exposed since you had on shorts.

—3—

"I love having these thighs wrapped around my head. I could die right here," Changbin grumbles out against your cunt. You moan when he reconnects with your throbbing clit.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," your groan out, wrapping a hand into his hair. He groans as you tug lightly at his roots. He wraps his arms all the way around your thighs until his hands rest on your inner thighs.

Your orgasm comes crashing through you and Changbin pulls back as you come down from your high. He turns his head, kissing your right thigh before sucking a mark there. He observes his work and the deep purple bruise that is already forming.

"Binnie, you're gonna mark me up," you complain and he chuckles at your complaint. He knows you enjoy his mouth on your thighs just as much as he does.

"You're the one that decided to wear that little skirt today. Thought I wasn't going to ruin you, princess? Or was this your plan all along," he inquires and sucks another hickey next to the one he had already sucked into you. He trails kisses back towards your core and just his breath against your still sensitive cunt has you shivering.

"Let's keep going. I'm just getting started, sweetheart," he speaks up and before you can protest, his hands are on your thighs, prying them apart.

He licks his lips before leaning down to your exposed soaking cunt and continuing to ravish you.

Hyunjin: feet (wbk)

Everyone would always joke with you when you and Hyunjin became a little more than friends.

"You know he likes feet right? I have proof," Minho speaks up to you and your eyebrows fall into a furrow at this statement.

"Who?"

"Hyunjin," he replies, pulling his phone out. He scrolls for a little while before stopping and flipping the phone to show you. It was a picture of Hyunjin with Minho's foot in his mouth. You burst out laughing and grab his phone to look at the picture more closely

"This doesn't mean anything! Plus you have a sock on so I don't think it counts," You laugh out and hand his phone back just and Hyunjin walks into the room.

"What are you two laughing at?" Hyunjin asks, plopping down next to you and resting his arm on the couch behind you.

"Your foot fetish," you tease, elbowing him in the ribs. He freezes on the spot and looks at Minho with narrowed eyes.

"W-what are you talking about," he asks and lets his arms fall to your shoulder, pulling you into himself. You laugh and Hyunjin changes the topic before you can stay on this conversation.

—2—

The first time you realize that it may not be a complete joke, is a few weeks after the two of you officially started dating.

You stumble drunkenly into the house and towards the couch, plopping yourself down. You sigh and let your legs relax, Hyunjin was by your side in a moment.

A night out to celebrate their recent win had gotten you far too drunk and much drunker than anyone else, including the boys who actually won the award.

"You okay, baby?" he asks quietly, kneeling in front of you. You nod, letting your eyes close to try to stop the room from spinning.

"Yeah. Just," you sigh and take a deep breath, "Dizzy," you gasp out and throw an arm over your face, your cool skin to your hot face helping a little.

Hyunjin carefully unstraps your right heel, tilting your foot to slide the shoe off. He presses his lips to the ball of your foot. They were red from having been on your feet all night and the sensation sends chills up your spine. It was a place you had never been kissed and the feeling was strange but also quite intimate.

He pulls your other shoe off and repeats the action on the other foot as well. He trails his lips to the arch of your foot, then your ankle, then your calf before he finally looks up at you. You were looking at him from under your arm, eyes glazed over.

"Is it weird that this is turning me on right now?" you question and laugh. Your laugh is cut short though when the overwhelming feeling of needing to let the drinks out takes over your body and you stand abruptly, running to the bathroom.

—3—

You graze your foot up Hyunjin's calf, then thigh, before pressing down on the bulge in his pants. He clears his throat and shoots you a glare over his wine glass at the table. You move your foot a bit, feeling him grow hard under your touch.

"Hyunjin, you okay?" Chan questions from beside you and he breaks eye contact from you to glance at his older friend.

"Yeah, Jinnie. You okay? You look a little...hot," you bat your eyelashes innocently at him and his jaw clenches.

"Yeah I-I'm fine. Just a bit tired," he smiles at Chan and lets his hand fall into his lap, resting on your foot against his cock. He thrusts his hips up ever so slightly, anyone looking would think he would just be adjusting in his seat and not rutting against your foot.

"Want to go to bed?" you offer and pull your foot from his grip, causing him to shudder. He nods and you stand, distracting Chan from his friend so he doesn't notice how hard he had gotten just a foot (lol) away from him.

"I'm gonna tuck the princess in. Goodnight, Channie," you smile and pat him lightly on the head as you walk passed and he tells you both goodnight. You barely make it into the room before Hyunjin has you pushed onto the bed and is hovering above you.

"You think you are so funny don't you," he comments, his tone demanding and you moan as he licks a stripe up the column of your throat. He trails kisses down your body, down your legs, down to your ankle until he is at your feet.

"Answer me," he commands, pulling his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. He takes one of your toes in his mouth, sucking lightly before he pulls away.

"I-I just wanted some attention," you confess and Hyunjin chuckles humorlessly, pressing his cock against the bottom of your foot. He starts to move leisurely, stimulating himself with your foot.

"Mhm. Is that right? You were so needy that you wanted to get me hard right in front of Chan? Did you want me to ask him to join us? So he can see how dirty you get?" he questions, speeding up his rutting against your foot.

He lets out a few cusses before he's cumming, all over your feet and ankles. He rubs his fingers through his own cum before crawling up and stuffing them into your mouth.

"Since you are so needy, suck on my fingers and if you do a good job, maybe I'll think about stuffing this tight cunt," he growls, inches from your face. He rests his hand against your cunt and you roll your hips against him, desperate for friction.

"You're this wet from a foot job? That is borderline pathetic," he degrades you and you bite your lip before his crash into yours.

Han: lips

"Let me get a kiss," You hear Jisung beside you and you turn to him, his big puppy dog eyes staring at you. He rests his head in his hands and closes his eyes, puckering his lips at you.

"Ask Felix," you roll your eyes and turn back to your phone, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You would never let him know the effect he has on you. You promised yourself that you wouldn't fall for any of the boys but somehow Han Jisung had crawled his way into your heart.

"You are heartless," He groans and rolls over on his back, staring up at the ceiling. You laugh and stand, walking over to him. He puckers his lips again as you stand above him. You kiss your hand and bring it down to his lips.

"Indirect kiss. Does that satisfy you?" you question and cross your arms. Jisung smiles and sits up, turning to face you. Your faces were much closer now so you try to sit up to get a little further from him. He notices and grabs the back of your neck, preventing you from moving away from him.

"Not really. I want to feel those pretty lips on mine," He breaks eye contact, glancing down at your lips then back up at you. You blink a few times, your body turning up a million degrees before you snap out of it and sit up.

"Ugh, Jisung," you groan, walking out of the room.

—2—

Jisung tackles you onto the bed and you laugh, his arms wrapping around you tightly. He pulls back after a moment and stares at you.

"So I look good then?" You giggle out, wrapping your arms around his neck. You had gotten ready to go out with some friends, complete with a red lip.

"Good? Baby you look amazing," He assures you and places a kiss to your lips, unexpectedly. You push him away from you quickly, worried about him ruining your freshly done makeup.

"Yah! Don't mess my makeup up, Jisung!" you exclaim and he pouts, which you mirror to tease him, letting your bottom lip jut out.

"Oh my God. Don't make that face. It's making it harder to not ruin your lipstick. Your lips are so perfect," He complains and pushes away from you slightly to get a better look at your lips, painted red.

"I already messed it up a little bit," he mumbles and brings his thumb up, swiping just under your lip line. He trails his thumb across your bottom lip, his eyebrows furrowed in focus, then he lets his thumb dip into your mouth.

You suck on his thumb against your tongue without even thinking. It was almost like a habit and the way your lips looked around Jisung's thumb, he thought he would cum right here, right now.

"Fuck. You need to leave and I need to take a cold shower now," he laughs and sits up, making his way to the bathroom.

"Call me if you need a ride later!" he calls out and you nod, gathering your things and heading towards your car to meet your friends.

—3—

"Fuck, y/n. I-I'm gonna cum. Oh my God," Jisung was staring down at you, his hands tied to the head board above him and his legs tied to the bed post below him.

You let his cock fall from your lips with a pop, right before he cums and he whines out, looking down at you as you lazily stroke him.

"Be a good boy and keep your eyes on me," You command and he peels his eyes open, glassy from the denied orgasm and nods at you. You place a kiss to the head of his cock and feel him jump, muttering a quiet cuss under his breath.

You take his entire length into your mouth again and all Jisung can stare at is the way your lips look wrapped around his cock. He cums, second later without warning and you swallow quickly, almost choking on the unexpected release.

He is breathing heavily and you crawl up his body, before he can get soft, however, you hover yourself over his sensitive cock and sink down onto him, your walls welcoming him.

His back arches off the bed and he throws his head back, letting out a whine at the sensitivity. You sit for a second until he comes back to earth and looks you in the eyes again. His eyes are filled with tears and it gives you the energy you need to starting bouncing on his cock.

He lets out a hiss every time you make contact with his pelvis until he starts moaning normally, the oversensitivity morphing into pleasure as he feels his high quickly approaching.

"Kiss me. Please, please? I've been so good. Please kiss me. I want to feel those pretty lips on me, baby. Please?" He begs and you can't deny him when he looks so pretty, tears in his eyes and begs leaving his mouth. You lean down and press a kiss to most sensitive spot on his neck as you worm your way up to your own orgasm.

"Please baby. I've been such a good boy for you," He pleads again and you smile against his neck before leaning forward, resting your forehead against his. 

"Anything for my good boy," you groan out and connect your lips just as your own orgasm reaches you, forcing Jisung into his at the feeling of you tightening around him.

Felix: hands

Felix's hand found yours in the crowd, guiding you to prevent you from getting lost. As the two of you come out, he makes no effort to let go of your hand. You instead feel him rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

"Your hands are soft," you comment and he chuckles, pulling away from you but you stop him, instead turning your hand so you could interlock fingers with him.

"Thank you," You see a light blush take over his cheeks and smile at the effect you have on him. You keep walking making small talk until you reach the coffee shop that he had told you so much about.

You don't even realize how cold it is outside until Felix releases your hand to open the door for you and you smile, stepping into the shop and heading towards the counter. You both order your drinks and wait for your name to be called out to get your order.

"Do you want to sit inside or outside?" You ask and walk towards the counter when they call your name out to get your coffee and Felix's hot chocolate.

"Let's sit outside. I love the autumn chill," He suggest, taking his cup from you. You fingers graze against each other and this time it is your turn to blush.

You settle at at table outside and sit across from each other. One of his hands rests on the table, adorned in rings and without thinking you reach across the table while Felix is talking and take his hand into yours.

You start twisting the rings around and his eyes leave your face to glance down at his hand in both of yours.

"You have pretty hands," he comments and grabs one of your hands into his before flipping his hand and comparing hand sizes with you.

—2—

You sit on the couch, your back pressed to Felix’s chest while you both scrolled through social media, occasionally showing each other a funny clip or picture.

Felix's hand was playing with yours absentmindedly while he scrolled through social media in his other hand. You eventually got bored of doing the same and lock your phone, dropping it to the couch and picking up his ring clad hand into both of yours.

You start twisting his rings before pulling them off and placing them on your own fingers, making sure they were in the exact same spots that he puts them in.

"Look! I'm you!" you exclaim holding your hand up between Felix's face and his phone. He leans forward and wraps his hand around your wrist, placing a kiss on each of your fingers. He switched his phone to his other hand and hold out the now empty hand to you.

"What about the other hand? My rings look much better on your pretty hands," he comments and you giggle, pulling the rings off and placing them on each finger. Both of your hands looked exactly like Felix's and you smile to yourself.

You hold your hands up in front of you and Felix and he laughs, taking a picture of your hands with his rings.

"You're precious," he grabs your hand again and places a kiss to the palm of your hand.

—3—

Felix's fingers interlock with yours as he continues thrusting into you. His eyes glued to yours.

"You are so beautiful," you speak quietly from under your boyfriend and he leans closer, letting his forehead rest against yours. You move your freehand from around his body to his cheek and rub his cheek bone lightly.

He pulls away from you and turns his head to press a kiss to the palm of your hand. You run your thumb across his bottom lip, pulling it down slightly before an idea crosses your mind.

You start to gently press your thumb into his mouth and he eagerly wraps his lips around it before you pull it back out of his mouth.

"Dirty boy," You tease and his thrusts start to speed up.

"It's not my fault that your hands are so pretty," he tried to reason. His voice coming out shaky from the speed he was fucking you. Every time his drove himself back into you, you grip his hand that was still in yours tightly.

This time, you tease his lips with your ring and middle finger and his tongue pokes out, licking your fingers before he takes them into his mouth again. Then suddenly he stills, emptying himself inside of you.

The mix of your fingers in his mouth, your hand in his, and the hug of your cunt around him sent him over the edge, without much warning even to himself.

"You really are a dirty boy," you tease again and he lets his forehead fall into your neck.

"Hush. Give me like 5 minutes and we're doing that again," he breathes into your neck and you chuckle.

"I need to be on top this time. I have some ideas," you speak out and he nods, catching his breath.

Seungmin: eyes

Seungmin walks into the room and makes eye contact at you for a full second before he quickly averts his gaze. This was progress. He usually avoids your eyes all together. Still, you feel your face fall into a frown.

This guy that you have been stupidly crushing on for forever couldn't even maintain eye contact with you. You don't know what you did to make him dislike you so much but you have finally had enough.

"Kim Seungmin! Why won't you look at me? Did I do something wrong? Do you hate me?" you suddenly blurt out, standing from the table and marching over to him sitting at the bar.

His back is to you but you still see him let out and exasperated sigh. He runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head at you, still not turning to face you.

"I didn't do anything wrong or you don't hate me?" you question and cross your arms across your chest. He is silent for a few moments and you grab his shoulders, forcing him to turn around in the bar stool. You lean down so he is looking you directly in the eyes.

He quickly closes his eyes after only a few moments of eye contact and you stand, throwing your arms in the air in frustration.

"Obviously I did something if you can't even look me in the eyes!" You exclaim. You were starting to drift away from frustration and drift towards anger.

"It isn't that, y/n. It's just..." he groans, running his hands through his hair again, "It's just you make me insanely nervous. Every time we make eye contact it is almost unbearable because of how pretty your eyes are. It effects me physically," he finally confesses, his neck turning red and you stand, staring at him blankly.

"My eyes turn you on, Seungmin?" you question with a laugh and he looks down at his feet, shaking his head, then nodding, then shaking his head again.

"Which is it?"

"I don't know! When you put it like that I sound like such a perv!" He exclaims and stands, scooting past you and back to his room.

—2—

"Just look at the camera, y/n," Seungmin commands, looking at you through the polaroid camera. He is standing above you while you sit on the floor. You look up at him and stare into the camera. Be snaps the camera just as you look up at him.

"Hey! I wasn't ready!" you object and he laughs. He pulls the photo out of the camera and sits it down on the table while it develops before turning the camera and holding it up high to get a picture that could capture the both of you.

He snaps the picture and then sits down on the floor beside you. He pulls the photo out of the camera and leans towards the table to grab the already developed photo from the table.

You were looking into the camera in the same way that you look at Seungmin and it sends butterflies throughout his entire body.

"That's ugly," you complain, reaching for the other picture on the table.

"Are you joking? Look at your eyes, dude," Seungmin says and turns the photo towards you. You glance between the photo of your own eyes and Seungmin's a few times before raising an eyebrow at him.

"So I'm 'dude' now?" you question and he rolls his eyes at you. Of course that was your takeaway from his sentence.

"Shut up, baby. Look at your eyes. I swear you have the prettiest eyes I have ever seen," he comments looking at the picture again before leaning towards you and placing a kiss to either of your eyelids.

"You're a sap. I like this one," you reply and hold up the other polaroid. The flash barely shows you in the background and it is mostly just Seungmin cheesing at the camera. You giggle before placing the picture in your phone case, which Seungmin mirrors with the picture of you as well.

—3—

"Mhm. You're doing so good, baby. Shit. Look at me, princess," the nickname has you snapping your eyes open to make eye contact with Seungmin. He looks amazing.

And he could say the same about you. The way you look with your eyes watering and his cock stuffed down your throat makes him feel like he could cum at any moment.

"Move your hands," he commands you and you oblige, resting them on his thighs. He wraps a hand into your hair and starts thrusting gently into your mouth. He never goes far enough to reach your gag reflex but he is just a centimeter away every time.

He speeds up his movements and looses control a little, going further down your throat and causing you to gag. Tears fill your eyes and you close them to try to prevent them from falling past your lash line.

"Look at me." He demands again and his tone alone has you soaking the floor under you. You open your eyes again and the tears fall out, pushing down your cheeks.

"L-look so pretty with my cock in your m-mouth, baby. I'm the only one who can make those pretty eyes water like this. Keep looking at me," he demands again and it takes everything in you to maintain eye contact with Seungmin until suddenly he throws his head back and is cumming down your throat.

He pulls out of your mouth and leans down, wiping the tears from your face and presses a kiss to each of your eyelids, like he has now done a million times.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He asks softly and you nod, clearing your throat.

"More than okay," you assure him, voice raspy. You lean in and close the gap between the two of you, letting your tongue push into his mouth. He hesitates for a second but then immediately starts kissing you back once he realizes that you literally just jumped his bones.

I.N: neck

You thought Jeongin was glancing at your cleavage when you wore the corset top to go out with your friends. You had on a corset top and some leather pants. It wasn't a crazy outfit but it was cute and one of your go to's when you go out.

"Can I give you some fashion advice?" Jeongin suddenly speaks up and you swallow thickly, embarrassment creeping up your throat.

"You should put on a necklace. You have a really…” he pauses, trying to think of the right word “-pretty neck and I think it would look good. Does that make me sound like a creep?" He chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and you let out a sigh.

"Innie, I thought you were going to tell me my outfit was horrible. I was going to cry," you place a hand over your chest dramatically and he lets out a laugh.

"My opinion really matters that much to you," he teases and nudges you with his foot under the table. You nod and look up at him.

"I don't have a necklace though. I didn't bring anything with me," you explain and open your phone camera. He really is right. You could use a necklace. You knew something was missing in the outfit but couldn't quite put your finger on it. You should’ve know that Yang Jeongin, the fashionista, would help you.

"I probably have one for you," he stands and heads towards his room, beckoning you to follow him. You walk behind him and sit on his bed while he digs through his jewelry box.

"Try this one? It's a gift I got recently," he hands you the necklace. It's a silver necklace with a heart on it. He walks behind you and kneels on the bed. He pushes your hair over your shoulder gently then he puts the necklace over your head and clasps it in the back. He moves your hair back behind your shoulder and walks to the front.

"Mmm almost," He walks back over to his jewelry box and you use the opportunity to look down at the necklace. Upon further inspection you notice that it is actually a locket with some writing on it. You keep looking before can finally make out the words ‘Alexander McQueen’ on it and let out a gasp.

"Innie I-"

"Found it!" he exclaims, interrupting you and walking over to you with another necklace and doing the same thing again. This one he clasps on a tighter loop so it sits right in your Plender gap. It is too tight for you to be able to see.

"I hope you don't mind sporting me tonight with your friends," he laughs and you stand, walking over to the mirror to look at the necklace properly. It was another silver necklace with a small "J" pendant hanging on it. You smile and lightly touch the pendant.

"I love it," you grin at him through the mirror.

—2—

"Should I wear my hair up or down?" You ask aloud, not really to anyone in particular but more so to yourself.

"What did you say baby?" Jeongin asks from behind you, pulling one of his headphones off to hear you.

"I was just debating if I should wear my hair up or down today. This shirt is strapless so I feel like if I wear my hair up, it will be too much neck out," you reply holding your hair up in a ponytail with your hand.

"No such thing. Wear it up," he comments and pushes his headphones all the way off.

"You always say up," you comment and grab a claw clip anyways, twisting your hair and clipping it to your head. You pull a few face framing pieces out and look at yourself in the mirror. You take the clip out again, not completely sold on having your hair up.

"You have such pretty neck. I love when you have it out," he replies and stands up from the bed.

"I have a gift for you. I think this will be the perfect occasion," he says and walks towards the bathroom.

"Innie..." you start but he holds up a hand, stopping you from complaining about his constant gift giving.

He returns a few moments later with a box in his hands and stands behind you in the mirror.

"Close your eyes," you roll your eyes at his antics but oblige. You feel him sweep your hair over your shoulder, same as he has done a million times before, and then you feel the cool metal on your neck. You feel him press a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck the another to the side of your neck.

"Open," he whispers into your ear before placing another kiss in the junction of your shoulder and neck. You open your eyes and smile at yourself in the mirror.

It is a beautiful layered necklace and the color compliments the color of your top perfectly. He was right about this being a great finishing touch to the outfit. You bring your hand up to gently touch the metal and smile.

"You spoil me too much," you comment and he smiles, placing another kiss to the side of your neck.

—3—

"Please, I'll have to wake up so early tomorrow if you keep this up," you complain but Jeongin doesn't stop, he instead sucks harsher on the your neck, sure to leave the darkest mark of the night.

"I could just fuck you all night so you don't have to worry about waking up. You'll already be up," he shrugs at you and you try to wriggle your hands out of his grip. He has one hand clasping your wrists behind your back, the other on the back of your neck while you are straddling his lap.

"Keep wiggling like that and I really might," he groans under you and bucks up under you, his hard on pressing into your heat. You let out a moan at the contact and he finally releases your wrists.

"Don't make a promise you can't keep," you tease and lean forward to meet his lips, however, a hand on your throat stops you from making contact with his lips.

"Do you really think you are in a place to have such a smart mouth right now?" He leans forwards and you shrink a little bit at his intimidating gaze on yours. His grip on your neck tightens and he pulls you towards him, connecting your lips. He pulls away a few seconds later. He uses his grip on your neck to stand you up and he stands as well, pulling his pants down to his knees before sitting back down.

"Sit on my cock, baby," he commands you, his tone sweet and demanding at the same time. Who are you to not follow his directions? You straddle him again, your heat only centimeters from his cockhead and his impatience takes over. Both of his hands land on your hips and push you down, making you take all of him at once. The stretch burning but making you feel so good at the same time.

His hand finds its way to your neck again and he squeezes, causing your eyes to fall closed.

"Are you going to move or do I have to do all the work?" he asks and thrusts his hips into you lightly, causing you to groan. Your legs quiver at the movement. He gets easily impatient with you not moving and flips you both over on the couch so now you are under him.

"Useless. You can't even fuck yourself on a cock," he grunts at you and starts thrusting into you at a brutal pace. You find his hand above your head and guide it to your neck, making him smirk.

"Such a naughty girl," he grumbles at you but still wraps his hands around your throat, squeezing to stop your air flow as your eyes roll back into your head. He fucks you until your orgasm comes racking over you but then pulls out right after.

"Flip over. I'm not done with you," he demands and you stand to flip over but he grabs you, practically throwing you over the back of the couch then plummeting back into you again.

"F-fuck," you groan out as he sets another incredible pace. His hand wraps around your neck, pulling you back so your back is flush with his chest.

"I feel you clench around me every time I wrap my hands around this pretty neck. I think you might like this more than me," he groans into your ear then drops you, causing you to fall forward. His hand finds its way to the back of your neck as he keeps fucking you, holding you in place.

You know there would be countless hickeys and finger marks on your neck to cover the next day but you really couldn't care less.

[katnisspeetaprim]

Bully Part.1

Bang Chan/Reader, Platonic!Felix/Reader

Summary: You loved your life and career, but the new stylist at JYP brings up some memories you would rather forget.

Warnings: angst, bullying, panic attacks, crying, arguments, flinching during argument.

Word Count: 2481 M.list

Your life was pretty much perfect at this moment in time, at least according to yourself. You had your own house and car, even landed your dream job which you had spent years studying and apprenticing for.

The day you became one of the head stylists at JYP, was one of the best days of your life, having worked you way up from lowly intern. You mainly worked with the Twice girls these days, but you originally started out with Stray Kids, which is how you met Chan.

The two of you immediately hit it off, quickly realising that there was something more than friendship going on. The two of you dated secretly for quite a while, but as soon as the dating ban was removed from their contracts, you both went straight to JYP, thinking it would be better to be truthful in the long run.

The older man looked at the two of you like a disappointed father looking down at his children, who had been caught doing something naughty. JYP was understandably upset that the two of you were dating but he wasn’t about to stop you, especially since you’ve already proved you can work without distraction.

Romance between idols and the staff wasn’t banned after all, just strongly discouraged.

It was after going public with the relationship did you think it would be better to move to one of the other groups style teams, this way you could both avoid unsavoury rumours  floating around, but also prove that you could still maintain a professional relationship whilst at work. This is how you came to be a head stylist for Twice.

Your departure from the Stray Kids team had left your position open, and tis is what lead to your current predicament......

It had been a few weeks since your move, so you and Chan would usually be waiting a little while for the other to finish for the day, since your rode home together. Today though, you had been waiting for nearly an hour for him in the parking lot. Annoyed by his lateness, you shot off a text to him. Within moments, you got a reply.

You groaned in annoyance. You had no problem with him going out, but a heads up would have been nice. In all honesty, you’d been so busy recently, you’d forgotten that they’d already hired your replacement. At least you were the one to drive that morning so you weren’t stranded.

Just as you were about to start the car, a knock on your window startled you. You looked over to see the smiling faces of Momo and Jeongyeon. You rolled down your window with a smile.

‘Y/N! We thought it was your car. You left over and hour ago, why are you still here?’

‘Oh, I was waiting for Chan, but I forgot that he had plans tonight.’ You explained sheepishly, feeling only a little embarrassed that you’d waited over an hour for a guy. Momo and Jeongyeon shared a look.

‘Well we were planning on getting food together. If you’re free, why don’t you join us?’

‘Why not?’ You found yourself smiling as you exited the car. This wouldn’t be the first time you’d hung out with the girls outside of work, so at least you knew you would still have a good night, with or without Chan.

It was late when you got home. Knowing you had to be up early the next morning, you wanted to get in bed asap.

When you opened the door, you were surprised to find all the lights off and the home eerily quiet. You were confused as you toed off your shoes. Chan wasn’t usually one to sleep early but just in case, you tip toed to the bedroom to check on him, only to find it empty.

You tried to stay calm, but worry began to wash through you. It wasn’t like Chan to stay out this late and not even send so much as a text. You pulled out your phone and hit the call button, your anxiety only sky rocketing when he didn’t answer. Finally, on the fourth call did he answer you.

‘Chan!’

‘Babe! We’re gonna be late! Don’t wait up!’ ‘click’ You stared at your phone in disbelief. There was loud music and shouting in the background so he was obviously out at some kind of club. Sigh. At least you knew he was safe...

When you awoke the next morning, you rolled over, only to collide with a fully clothed Chan. He was laid out on his back, on top of the sheets and still in his clothes from the night before.

Now Chan doesn’t drink so you knew he wasn’t hungover, but if he got in and just flopped down in bed, then it must have been late or early. Your alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so you quickly reached for it and turned off your 6am alarm, not wanting to wake him just yet.

‘You worried me last night.’ You whispered to yourself and gently stroked his hair, causing him to stir slightly. Not wanting to wake him, you pulled away and got up.

Just as you were getting on your shoes to leave, Chan wondered into the main room, rubbing the sleep from his tired eyes.

‘Hey, if you wanted a lift you should get dressed, we’ll be late otherwise.’ You were a little annoyed at his tardiness, but decided it could wait till later.

‘I don’t ned to be in till later. I might go sleep a while longer.’ He was almost falling asleep at the kitchen counter. Cute. You smiled and strolled over to him.

‘Did you have a good time last night?’ You stroked across his broad shoulders as he hunched over the table. ‘With the new stylist?’ He perked up at the mention of the new staff member.

‘Oh she’s great! If you’re free today at some point, you should come by and I’ll introduce you! I think you’ll get on great!’ You laughed at his enthusiasm, glad that JYP had hired friendly staff.

‘I’m glad! And I’ll definitely make time to come by, but now I really have to go.’ You leaned down and kissed him goodbye.  ‘I’ll see you later, love you!’

You’d had a particularly busy day, what with the new Twice comeback happening soon, you didn’t get to visit the Stray Kids studio till late in the day.

When you entered the room, the first person to notice you was Han.

‘Noona!’ He yelled, causing the other boys heads to shoot up.

‘Hi guys!’ They all ran up to you, hugging you in greeting. You didn’t get to see the guys that much these days, only getting updates from Chan, so this was a real treat to see them all again.

‘Alright boys, calm down.’ You giggled.

‘Y/N, I didn’t think you were going to show up.’ Chan pushed through the rowdy boys and hugged you.

‘I said I’d be here, didn’t I?’

‘Come on, I’ll introduce you.’

‘Oh are you here to meet Jia-noona?’ Hyunjin asked with a smile. A chorus of compliments for the woman came from all the boys as Chan lead you across the room.

‘Jia! Meet my girlfriend Y/N!’ When the woman stood and spun round, your breath hitched in your throat and you suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe. Stood in front of you was Park Jia, the girl who had made your whole school life miserable. She had been the typical mean girl, while you were more of a hermit, preferring to keep yourself to yourself.  Naturally she saw you as easy target and basically tortured you daily.

‘Y/N, nice to meet you! Chan’s told me so much about you already!’  She reached out her perfectly manicured hand for you to shake. You couldn’t stop yourself from flinching when she reached out for you, casing Chan to look over to you, shocked by your actions. Your mouth was so dry you couldn’t speak. She didn’t recognise you. After the hell she put you through, how could she not recognise you!?

Now you definitely changed a lot since your school years, but did your life really mean so little to this woman that she’d forgotten you?

‘Y/N? You ok?’ Chan suddenly called out, gently stroking your back and bringing you back to reality. ‘You spaced out there.’

‘Um yeah uh-umm yeah sorry. I-I have to go.’ You stuttered, not knowing what to do but knowing that you couldn’t stay in that room any longer. You basically pushed your way out of the room, running down the hallway, all while trying to not have a panic attack.

Back in the room, everyone stood with confused faces.

‘Did I do something wrong?’ Jia asked Chan with a frown, his eyebrows furrowed.

‘No. No. Y/N can just be a little weird sometimes.’ Chan’s answer caused the other SKZ members to cast questioning looks to each other. They may not see you as much as they used to, but during your time with them you had all gotten pretty close. None of them had every seen you react to a situation quite like you had just done.

‘Are you sure she’s ok? She seemed upset..’ Felix asked, concerned for you.

‘I hope I didn’t do anything to upset her.’ Jia’s sickeningly sweet voice floated across the room.

‘Nah she’s just emotional, her period is probably coming. I’ll deal with it later.’ Felix frowned deeply at his leader. Why was Chan dismissing you like that when something had clearly upset you.

Whilst everyone was distracted by Jia, Felix silently slipped out of the room and went to find you.

He found you, sitting alone in a small office, quietly sobbing to yourself.

‘Y/N!’ He rushed over to you and put his arm around your shoulders. In an attempt to hide your tears, you wiped at your face to no avail.

‘Felix. Is everything ok?’ He looked at you quizzically.

‘I should be asking you that! You ran out of the room!’ You looked down in defeat, knowing you couldn’t keep this from your friend.

‘I couldn’t stay in there one second longer because of her.’ You said with shaky breath.

‘Yeah I gathered that.’ Felix let out a humourless chuckle. ‘But why though?’ He pressed you for an answer. You looked up to him with sad eyes, before taking a deep breath.

‘She bullied me in school.’ Felix’ face morphed into shock, but he let you continue speaking.

‘But it wasn’t normal bullying. She and her minions would do awful things to me, make me do things... And I thought I was free when I left for college.’ You started sobbing again as you explained, unable to hold back the tears any longer. Felix swallowed a lump in his throat, but he had to ask.

‘What do you mean, not normal bullying? What did they make you do?’ You looked down and shook your head vigorously. You weren’t ready to talk and Felix wasn’t going to force you.

‘I don’t know what to do. Coming to work everyday knowing she’s here, and Chan seems to love her...’ Felix winced at your words. You weren’t wrong about that, the guy seemed smitten with her. He wasn’t even going to tell you how Chan spoke about you once you left the room.

‘He needs to know Y/N. We can tell him together and he’ll speak to the company. JYP will back you I know it.’ You licked your dry lips and nodded.

‘I’ll tell him at home. I just need to think about what to say.’ You sniffled.

‘You sure you don’t need me there with you?’ You nodded with a sniff. Felix nodded and pulled you into a tight hug.

‘I’m here if you need me.’ You were grateful to have such a caring friend like Felix.

‘You should get back.’ You nudged him away lightly. He sighed, not really wanting to leave you alone, but knowing you were right.

‘Ok, but remember what I said.’

Just as your day was ending, you spotted Chan walking towards you from down the hall. Your smile faltered a little when you noticed the expression on his face. He didn’t look happy.

‘Hey. You ready to go?’ You asked nervously as he all but bumped your shoulder as he passed.

‘I got a lift in so you need to drive.’ Is all he said to you, no ounce of warmth in his voice after the long day. You stared after him, mouth agape and not believing how he just brushed you off like that. When you caught up to him, he was already standing by your car and he was practically dripping with irritation.

‘Hurry up.’ He spat. Without a word, you unlocked the car and got in, followed by the slam of the door as he did the same.

‘What are you waiting for? He groaned when you just sat there.

‘Why are you treating me like this?’ You mumbled, eyes cast down.

‘Why do you think?’ Chan scoffed. You didn’t answer, but looked at him with sad eyes.

‘You fucking embarrassed me today Y/N! Acting like that with Jia? Unbelievable.’ He exploded on you, hitting the dashboard hard with his hand. You stared at him, shocked at his outburst.

‘Do you have nothing to say for yourself?’ You flinched away at his harsh words and honestly you were a little scared after he hit the dash. You knew Chan would never lay a finger on you in that way, but right now, this didn’t seem like the man you fell in love with...

‘I didn’t act like that for no reason...’ You trailed off, not really in the mood to talk anymore.

‘You know what? I’m gonna stay at the dorms tonight. I can’t be around you right now.’ And with that he was gone, once again slamming your poor car door.

‘Wait...’ You tried meekly, but it was too late. You broke down for the second time that day.

You remembered Felix’ words from earlier and not feeling good about being alone, you text him.

You breathed a sigh of relief when he agreed to meet you, but the relief was short lived when your phone pinged once again. It was Chan and your heart absolutely shattered when you saw his messages.

You locked your phone and threw in in the backseat. You knew you should have just ignored his messages and give him a chance to calm down, but you felt your blood boil when he defended her again.

The phone was vibrating continuously behind you. Probably Chan trying to call you to chastise you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look.

Even after all these years, why was she still ruining your life...?