#jinsik ham x reader

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jinsik is bias wrecking me so hard so i was wondering if you can make a drabble of him from the how xikers would kiss you cause kissing in the rain is one of my favorite things ever and jinsik is so 😍😍

• PAIRING — jinsik x gn reader

• GENRE — fluff, kissing in the rain, im making you more delulu anon 🤭🤭, based off how xikers would kiss you

• WORD COUNT — 270

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — you shouldnt have requested.. but ill see you in the mental hospital bestie bc the way i was giggling while writing...

• TAGLIST — @hyunukitty , @lil-elle

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"Jinsik, its raining!!" You laughed, opening your left hand to feel some rain dripping on your palm, your right being held by jinsik's. He looks over at you with so much adoration, tucking some of your wet hair behind your ear so it doesnt wet your face.

"Should we find some shelter?" His voice was low and deep, walking calmly around the park despite being rained on. You shake your head, freeing your hand from his as you run away from his figure.

"Come back here!!" He shouts, running after you with the biggest grin on his face. The ground was muddy and slippery as he watched you lose your balance, worry taking over him as he speeds up. With full force, he pushes you into the lamppost, his head falling down to catch your lips.

It was completely on accident; he didnt mean to shove you but to grab your hand so you wouldnt fall. But with your hands tangled in his hair and his hands on your waist, your lips moving in a quick pace, he knew he did the right thing.

The vanilla flavor of your lips, the coldness of the rain, and the warmth between your bodies was something jinsik watched to take a picture of, marking this your very first kiss as a couple.

To say he was addicted was an understatement, his hand always rushing for yours to push you outside whenever it rains, sealing a kiss on your lips before laughing when you splash some water at him.

You always complained about being sick after but he didnt care, you were his antidote.

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(𐙚⋆.˚) xikers when you ask to tie a ribbon around their biceps

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ [ot10 x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 5.3k w. curse words fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

ᯓ the moment you even begin to suggest the thought of tying a ribbon around his bicep. minjae has already agreed. his goal in life is making you happy, and (even more importantly) he loves to see how much you adore his body. he puts a lot of  work into it (maybe solely for that reason), so whenever you make a praising comment towards the results he can’t help but feel a pang of pride go through his chest. he saw in this situation the perfect combination of your happiness and his ego inflating, and he wasn’t going to let that go. once you both agreed he makes it his priority to pick up a ribbon at the craft store the day after, eager to try out the trend you had suggested. when it finally happened, he smiled proudly as he listened to you gush about how his bicep looked flexed only for you. 

“hey jae?” you spoke softly, looking up from your phone. minjae sat on his desk, headphones partly on as he produced new music for the group. his attention immediately went to you, turning on his chair and smiling gently at you with a questioning look. “what do you think about doing this trend?” you asked, showing him your phone where the video replayed, a flexing arm with a ribbon around it being reflected on the screen. “we can do it if you want” he smiled. you had this effect on him ever since he met you where he couldn’t say no to anything you wanted from him, and that was a big factor to his answer. however, the pride he felt for the fact that you wanted him to flex for you was even a little more of an incentive. with a small squeal of emotion, you agreed that you would do it the next day, leaving minjae looking forward to it as he turned around and continued on with his task. once the next day finally arrived, minjae found himself sitting on his bed, arm flexed as you wrapped the pretty pink ribbon on it. you had an unwavering smile as you tied it in a bow looking proudly at your job, cheeks slightly tinted at the sight. “what do you think, baby? do you like it?” minjae asked, a smile evident in his voice. “of course i do, you’re arms are hot” you answered, looking up at him through your lashes. his smile widened at your words and he grew a little closer to you, eyes scanning your face and stopping at your lips. “and all yours, too” he said, voice low as he looked back into your eyes.  “is that so?” you asked as you grew closer, eyeing his lips for a couple seconds in return. “it is” he answered before leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss. you were so down bad.

ᯓ let’s be real, no one could even try to blame you for immediately thinking of junmin when the trend popped out in your for you page. you had a boyfriend with perfect arms and there was absolutely no reason not to take advantage of that. when you told junmin about it, he hesitated at first. don’t get him wrong, of course he liked it when you fawned over his body, specially his toned arms; but the thought of you maybe posting it made him feel a little flustered. of course, you told him he didn’t have to do it, but the slight disappointment in your eyes obliterated any thought of saying no to you any further. you jumped in happiness at his answer, wasting no time to go on.

“you know, i saw this trend in the morning that made me think of you” you commented as you sat around his room, simply spending some quality time together between your busy lives.  junmin arched an eyebrow in curiosity “yeah? what was it?” you smiled and muttered a little “ill show you” before pulling up the video, facing your phone screen towards him with a smile, your eyes focused on his reaction. “will you let me do that to you?” you questioned, and he immediately felt his heart skip a beat and his ears begin to heat up.  “why?” he almost stuttered, causing you to laugh softly. “you have such pretty arms and i want to brag about them” you answered, your lips curling upwards at his response. however, you noticed the slight uncomfortability on his face, which made you immediately speak again “its okay if you don’t want to, though, don’t worry about it” the rapid way you were speaking made junmin smile softly, admiring how you always seeked for him to be comfortable even if that meant him saying no to something you wanted. “ill do it” he interrupted you, making your eyes light up again. “are you really okay with it?” you asked once again, letting out an excited hum as he nodded. you went straight for your backpack without another word, grabbing the ribbon you oh so conveniently had packed and going back to your previous position. you waited until junmin flexed, your eyes focusing on the way his muscles strained and bulged on his toned arm, letting a few seconds pass by before snapping back into thought and moving to tie the fabric around his bicep. once it was done, you stared again, causing junmin (who was looking at your face throughout the entire exchange) to smile softly. his initial embarrassment had banished, now being replaced with a surge of confidence from the way you looked at him. “people are gonna be soooo jealous” you smiled and looked up at his eyes, earning a chuckle to come out of his lips as he shook his head at your antics. “sure, baby, whatever you say” he hummed.

ᯓ the moment you told sumin about your intentions when you appeared holding the pink ribbon in your hands, he groaned like you had just said the most ridiculous thing that had ever come out of your mouth. he was used to your delusional suggestions, and to be completely honest he didn’t mind them even a little bit. but he would never tell you that, of course. you both knew knew he would say yes eventually since he couldn’t say no to you, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make you beg a little before. so that’s exactly what you did, enjoying watching you exaggerate how much you just loved his arms until he agreed, acting all defeated as if he didn’t love the idea.

the universe was definitely trying to tell you something. multiple videos of the ribbon trend had popped on your feed, which you constantly attempted to ignore in order to not create thoughts in your head. yet you understood you just had to when an edit of your own boyfriend appeared just under one of them. the way he flexed his arms on your screen made your brain (and body) tingle with feelings only sumin ever made you feel, so you gave into what the universe clearly wanted. you rummaged through your drawers before heading to your boyfriend's studio, finding him focused on the painting he had been working on for so long. sumin heard you come in and turned around, smiling at your presence and puckering his lips as his way to ask for a greeting kiss. “whats up, babe?” he asked once he got what he wanted, watching how a mischievous smile took place on your face as you held up the ribbon. “let me tie this on your arm? its for a tiktok trend” you asked, smile never faltering as he groaned. “why am i always the victim, were the hello kitty tattoos not enough for you?” he asked as he jokingly glared at you. he knew he would let you do absolutely anything you wanted with him, but that wouldn’t stop him from making you beg. “sumin, pleaseeee. i was watching the trend and then i saw this video of you and you have such pretty arms that they deserved to be shown off by your girlfriend that you love sooo much” you pressed, conjuring your best puppy dog eyes. your boyfriend sighed as he looked at you, turning around to get a rag and clean his hands from all the paint. “you know i can’t say no to you, don’t you?” he smiled, causing you to celebrate and pull out your phone. he proceeded to comply with everything you wanted him to do, watching you with a fond smile as you giggled at his toned arms. “i love you” you said once the video was taken, a smile on your lips as you watched his amused smile. “i love you more” sumin answered, stealing a quick peck from your lips before urging you to show him the video.

ᯓ look, jinsik is a complete sweetheart. he is soft hearted and can get a little shy whenever you show interest in his body majority of the time. still, he knows he’s fine and he loves that. he loves to see you fangirl over him and is completely conscious of how obsessed you are with him and his body, so he was not surprised at all when you told him what you wanted to do. he agreed fast, not having it in him deny because one, he couldn’t bear saying no to you; and two, why would he waste the opportunity to tease you when it was right there? the flush on his cheeks and rapidly beating heart had never stopped him from making you flustered, and they wasn’t going to start now.

“love?” you called out for jinsik’s attention. he was currently sprawled out on the floor of your bedroom, mindlessly scrolling through his phone as you laid on your bed. he let out a hum of acknowledgment as he put his phone down on his chest, his eyes travelling towards where your head peaked from above the mattress. “would you let me tie a ribbon on your bicep?” you asked, causing him to frown in confusion at the strange request.  “i mean, sure, but what for?” he watched as you looked for your phone on the bed, pulling up the video and giving it for him to watch. you looked for his reaction as he watched it, trying to decipher his stoic expression. “pretty please?” you chimed in, giving him a small smile. jinsik smiled automatically as he watched you, weighing his options in his head. he could either say no because of the slight embarrassment he felt at thinking that you would post that for the public to see or he could agree and spend a few minutes of his day with his girlfriend gushing about his arms while she ties pretty ribbons around them. there was a pretty obvious choice this time. “sure, pretty, let’s do it” you smiled triumphantly and leaped off from your mattress, going straight for a drawer where you were sure you could find some ribbon to carry out your assignment. jinsik smiled at the soft “aha!” that left your lips as you found a roll of the material, sitting up from his position on the floor and looking at you expectantly. you took a seat by his side and waited for him to flex his arm, smile widening impossibly much when he did. wordlessly, you tied the ribbon around his bicep before picking up your phone. “so pretty” you mumbled as you recorded and took a couple pictures, entirely too focused to notice the way he was smirking while looking at you, his heart almost beating out of his chest at the way you looked at him.

ᯓ as we all know and love, hyunwoo is a little shit (affectionately.) he loves being smug whenever you express your love/desire for him in any way, shape or form because that’s his way of coping with how much it affects him to have you outwardly gush about him. he ignores the pounding of his heart and the way his ears are heating up and acts out to make you feel like that instead; so when you told him about wanting to do that trend with him he took it as the perfect opportunity to tease the living shit out of you. of course, he agreed, but just because it gave him a perfect excuse to make you flustered. (definitely not because his ego grew about three sizes.)

“hyunwoo” you called out, attempting to grab his attention from the videogame he played on his computer. nothing. “hyunwoo” you spoke a bit louder. nothing. you knew he was doing it on purpose. he always left one of his ears uncovered when he gamed if you were around as his own little way to show you that he was still listening and paying attention to you. you sighed as you noticed why he wasn’t answering “babe?”  “yes, doll” he turned around on his chair, a smug smile on his lips as you rolled your eyes.  “would you do this tiktok trend with me?” you asked as you looked at him, your previously “annoyed” expression erased by the sight of your boyfriend's pretty smile. “depends, which one?” you looked for the video and pointed the screen at him, watching his reaction as the video played. “why would you want to do that?” he questioned, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “you have hot arms” you shrugged, attempting to maintain your cool and not give him what he wanted. hyunwoo raised his eyebrows at your response, taking out his headphones and rolling his chair towards you, now closer to your body. “do i? you’ve never said so before” he teased, making you groan. “never mind, i dont want to do it anymore” you stuck your tongue out to him, causing him to chuckle. “it’s okay, babe, i get it. i would want to show my super hot arms too” he smiled as he jokingly flexed. “we can do it, come on” you smiled amused at his antics, standing up to find the ribbon you carried in your bag for your hair. once you had it you walked back to his chair, waiting for him to flex his arm so you could tie it around him and get the pictures you wanted. “i'm just irresistible, aren’t i?” hyunwoo gloated as he watched you. “and only yours, isn't that crazy?” he loved the way your cheeks tinted as you glared at him, sending his heart on to its own frenzy because he couldn’t even fathom how insanely beautiful his girlfriend was. he wouldn’t tell you that right now, though.

ᯓ junghoon is so incredibly unbothered that you had no idea of what he would answer when you asked him to let you do the trend with him. don’t get me wrong, when it comes to you he is anything but uninterested. you are everything to him and he would do anything you asked him to, even if he wasn’t particularly fond of the idea. that was what scared you, you didn’t want to push him to do anything he didn’t like, so you approached him with a bit of more shyness than he usually would. surprisingly, he was very on board with the idea. he liked the thought of you liking his body enough to think of him when you watched that trend, and he was more than happy to participate in it.

“hoonie?” you called out softly as you looked up from your phone, looking at your boyfriend who laid next to you as he read. he looked up from his book and tilted his head in question, making your heart melt into a puddle because of how much he had resembled a cat just then. “have you ever seen that trend where they tie a ribbon around their partner's bicep?” “hyunwoo did it with his girlfriend i think” he nodded, the book he was reading now completely discarded as he gave you his full, undivided attention. “why?” “uhm, i kinda wanted to try it out with you” you explained, struggling a little to maintain the eye contact he so diligently held. “sure, do you have any ribbon?” he asked, agreeing as if it was nothing. you were a little surprised at how quickly he had complied, your heart melting even more than it already had. “i think i do, let me check” you smiled and hopped off the bed, not before leaving a sweet kiss on his cheek that left him smiling softly. junghoon watched you move around your room, rummaging through your drawers until you found the roll of ribbon you knew you had. you approached him with a big smile, waiting for him to sit up and flex his arm for you. once he did, you couldn’t help but giggle like a flustered little girl, watching your handsome boyfriend flexing his arm just for you.  junghoon watched you tie the ribbon around his muscle with a soft smile on his lips, waiting for you to do whatever you wanted to. “you’re adorable, did you know?”  his voice made your eyes travel back to his, light tinting on your cheeks. “yeah?” “yeah” he answered your question before laying back down and opening his arms towards you, his smile never faltering.

ᯓ a little shit (affectionately) pt 2. seeun absolutely adores making you flustered, he lives for it if you will. the capacity he has to make you get shy is outstanding, even when most of the times his insane confidence played into making you annoyed rather than flustered. you have a very playful relationship between you, which consisted in humbling each other most of the time, reserving the praises and affectionate words for special moments.  when you approached seeun with the idea of doing this trend he just knew this was his chance to get you to admit he was the most handsomest man alive (which you had no doubt about, you just liked humbling him.) so he made it his goal to hear those exact words come out of your mouth, even if he achieved it through annoyance.

you had been thinking about asking seeun to do that trend with you for a while now. naturally, when you had seen it for the first time you knew that you had to do it with your boyfriend or it would be a waste of his efforts at the gym. the only issue was that it wasn’t easy to ask seeun to do these kind of things. he had the tendency to tease you about the littlest things and you asking him to do something with his biceps was basically asking to be driven insane. nevertheless, your love for your boyfriends arms was stronger than his annoyance could ever be, so you asked him. “can we do this?” you asked as the video had conveniently popped on your screen. you were laying on the bed, your head resting on his arm as you watched your saved tiktok videos, a little ritual you had started doing when you were bored. “aww, you want to coquettify my muscles?” he cooed, a teasing tone present in his voice as he looked at you with a sly smile. “it sounds gross when you say it like that” you wrinkled your nose at his words. “but i just really wanted to do that trend and i couldn’t think of anyone else to do it with”  “of course you couldn’t, because you’re so incredibly in love with me and my hot body” he pressed further, incorporating his body onto his arms so he could look at you better. the sheer beauty of your face would never seize to amaze him, but that’s a topic for later. “sure, whatever. now, will you do it or not?” you tried to hide your smile, clearly enjoying the lighthearted nature of your banter. “i will if you admit I'm the most handsomest man alive” his words made your eyes roll and a groan escaped your lips. “i should’ve known you would act like this, so annoying” you teased back, acting as if you were to move on and look at your phone again. “don’t be like that, come on, let’s do it” he nudged you, eliciting a smile from your lips. you sat up and kissed his cheek rapidly before grabbing the ribbon you had brought in your bag and sitting in front of him. you waved at him to hurry, smiling about the opportunity. seeun rolled his sleeve and flexed his arm, allowing you to tie the piece of fabric on his bicep. you grabbed your phone to snap a couple of pictures, smile unwavering. “you’re the most handsomest man alive, seeun” you looked back into his eyes, just in time to watch him erupt into a cheer, causing you to laugh loudly.

ᯓ it’s no secret to anyone that yujun melts to putty in your hands. he loves making you happy, and that leads him to be the object of your silly little desires more often than not. he absolutely adores the fact that he is who you think of first when it comes to things like these, so the moment you tell him you want to do it he has already agreed. he is so happy and excited about it that he makes it into a full blown date to go find some ribbon you both liked, leading to a long walk to the craft store full of smiles and silly stories about his day. despite his cutie patootie nature, he can’t deny he is a gym rat through and through. he is proud of his body, he enjoys working towards his good shape and loves to see the results of all of his hard work. so when his pretty pretty girl also allows herself to fawn about his beauty outside of his cute demeanor? he could have a heart attack.

“yujunnie?” you called, earning a hum of acknowledgement from the boy. “have you seen the trend where they tie ribbons on guys' arms?” you asked as you laid next to him on your bed, his arm lazily draped over your middle as he rested his eyes, completely relaxed in your company. “i have, why?” he speaks, opening his eyes to be able to see your face, one of his beautiful smiles immediately taking place on his lips as his eyes found yours. “would you be okay with doing that? you have such pretty arms” you asked, voice relaxed as you caressed the arm around you, the sleeveless shirt he wore allowing you to see the entirety of his toned limb.  yujun couldn’t help but smile as you spoke, finding it adorable how you did little to hide your adoration for his body. “of course, we can walk to the craft store to get some later” he smiled “not right now though, im too comfy” he muttered and brought you back tighter to his chest, eliciting a cute giggle to come out of your pretty lips.  “sure, prince, whenever you want” you smiled and cuddled further onto his body, relaxing as you took in his scent. hours passed before you finally went to the store, taking the long way there as you walked hand in hand with your boyfriend. your laughs could probably be heard from the other side of town as you listened to his stories about practice; bashing on his teammates bad habits as he quickly skipped past his own, making you roll your eyes in amusement. once you finally got home with a few strands of different color ribbons, you sat back on your bed. yujun flexed his arm for you like you had instructed, watching the way you ogled at them with a sly smile. “see? i told you so much time in the gym would pay off” he teased as you finished tying the ribbon, causing you to roll your eyes. “i never said it didn’t” you answered, grabbing your phone to take pictures as well as to record the video you wanted. “i forget sometimes, though” “what?” yujun couldn’t keep your eyes off of you for a second, too enamored by the sight of your pretty face to even consider looking away. “that you’re ripped, you’re so squishy” you smiled, taking your hands to his cheeks and squishing lightly. he chuckled at your action, taking your hand in his to bring it to his lips and kiss your palm. “i’ll have to remind you more often, then”  “keep going with the sleeveless shirts and I won't forget for a second.” you laughed, stealing a quick peck from his lips. “i knew the plan was working” he muttered all smiley before joining your lips again.

ᯓ let’s be completely real for a second. there was absolutely no way that this trend could exist without you dragging your boyfriend into it. you know it, his members know it, he knows it. in complete honestly, hunter was waiting for you to ask him if you could do that trend for a while now, knowing that you wanted to by the amount of times he had seen one of those videos play on your screen while you mindlessly scrolled. he wasn’t going to bring it up, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t hint at the fact that he would be more than happy to partake in the video if that’s what you wanted. with that said, when you asked him if you could do it, he agreed immediately and with no objections. he tried hard to contain his smile and not show you just how much he had been waiting for you to ask, but he could never keep a secret from you.

you were sitting down on hunter's lap as you laid on the couch, watching tiktok on your phone in hopes to cure the boredom of a rainy day when a video of the trend appeared on your screen. hunter smiled as he waited for you to speak, knowing that you couldn’t see him because of the position you found yourselves in.  “i always wanted to do that with you, you know” you mumbled, letting the video play. “really now?” he mumbled, doing his best to contain the humor in his voice. you shifted on his lap, looking at him with a soft smile. “yeah, can we?” you asked, doing puppy dog eyes like he didn’t immediately say yes to anything you ever asked for. “of course, princess. i think i have ribbon on one of the drawers” he smiled and kissed your forehead. what he didn’t say though, is that he had bought it the first time he had seen you look at the trend, knowing you well enough to know that the question would be asked eventually. you let out a small “yay” before climbing away from him to rummage through his drawers, looking for the ribbon until you found the small pink roll of it. you went back to your prior place one you had cut a long strand of it, waiting for hunter to flex his arm so you could get to work. once it was done you couldn't contain the squeal that slipped past your lips at the sight of your boyfriend’s arm with the bow around it. hunter chuckled as he watched you take pictures and the video, enveloping you in his arms again when you were done. “wait… why do you have ribbon just laying around?” you asked curiously after a couple moments of silence. “let’s just say i know you well enough” he chuckled, making you smile and cuddle further into his body. 

ᯓ oh, yechan had been waiting for this one. the truth was that he had seen these videos before you had and he really really wanted to do it. he had even begun exercising his arms more often so he would be in his prime when the moment came. the only issue is that you didn’t seem to want to, because it had been weeks and you had not asked him nor even hinted at wanting to do it. spoiler alert, you whole heartedly did, you were just too shy to bring the idea up to him because you thought he would laugh at your face at the mere mention of it. so imagine your surprise when he was the one to bring it up, more as a whine than an actual proposal to do a simple little tiktok trend.

yechan had noticed that the trend had been spreading like the plague throughout the group. the way all the boys were flexing (see what i did there) about the videos their respective girlfriends had posted was driving him a little insane at this point, because he hadn’t been asked yet. he knew it was not an issue with his body, of course. he had worked his ass off to get to where he was today, and he deserved to have a pretty, girlie little ribbon tied to his bicep too, but it seemed like you didn’t think so; and he had had enough. you were sitting on your respective chairs in front of his monitor (yes, he got you a chair too), playing videogames as you normally did when you were bored. you were seconds away from winning when the screen froze, indicating that yechan had paused it and eliciting a whine from your lips. you turned to face him, about to complain about him being an absolute baby before being interrupted by him voicing his own complaints. “i think i have great arms, you know?” he spoke, causing you to frown in confusion.  “what?” you questioned, moving his chair as well so he could face you completely. “i have great arms, i work out a lot” he pressed, his eyebrows creased with what seemed like annoyance. “i know you do, babe” you answered, watching his face full of frustration, so very confused. “then why haven’t you asked me to do that stupid trend?” he asked, and then it clicked on your head. “the ribbon one?” you asked, your confusion slowly morphing into a slight smile. “yes! i’ve been waiting for you to ask and you haven’t and i don’t get why” he frowned, and you almost cooed at how incredibly adorable he looked. you stood up wordlessly, going towards your bag as yechan looked at you intently. were you really walking away from him right now?  his concerns dissipated as you sat back down, a long piece of ribbon in your hands. “i’ve been meaning to ask you, but i was too embarrassed” you explained, your smile a little shy, “i thought you thought it was dumb, by the way you talked about the other videos” yechan’s facial features relaxed immediately, overtaken by sheer softness. “i would never think anything you want to do is dumb, baby” he smiled, grabbing your face as he caressed your cheeks. “cute, will you let me do it now?” you smiled and kissed the palm of his hand before moving away, waiting for him to get into position. he rolled up his sleeve and flexed his arm, causing your smile to widen as you began tying the ribbon around his toned arms. when you were taking the pictures, inwardly giggling because of how good he looked, you realized something. “have you been working out more?” yechan’s face tinted a light red at your question, but he nodded sheepishly nonetheless. “maybe.. i wanted to look good on the video”  his words made you laugh, shaking your head as you moved forward to cradle his face, peppering kisses all over it “how cute.”

★ blue's corner ;; i took so incredibly long to write this its not even funny. anyways this is for my two pookies ILY. ★ taglist ;; @tiramisumin @astrasng ★ back to the masterlist. ★ please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!! ★ divider by @kodaswrld

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✨️xikers texts✨️

You wearing another member's hoodie (Hyung line)

CW: unhinged bfs(3/5), possessiveness, gaslighting, biting, a little cuteness(2/5), idk man just read.

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A/N: pls accept this as my apology for being so inactive on here. (Maknae line)

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[intheemptymirror]

sugar coated !

bf!jinsik x gf!reader

summary: a quick game of pepero between you and your boyfriend jinsik!

genre: suggestive, fluff

warnings: i wrote gf!reader but there’s not any explicit mentions of gender or pronouns or anything of the sort so anybody can read this tbh, pepero game, making out, like twelve excessively different ways to describe kissing (no like it’s actually a bit silly), jinsik calls reader baby once, reader calls jinsik sweetheart once

a/n: this was just a very short drabble i wrote cause i just wanted to just get it out so idk how well this is actually written or if it even makes any sense. i also didn’t rlly proof read it but F IT WE BALL. i also tagged it under smut but its not rlly smut its just super suggestive but i didn’t know what to tag that as so 💀 forgive me i tried

“i’m gonna go get some snacks from the kitchen, you want anything?” jinsik grunted as he stood up from his spot on the floor, using his hands on his knees to help himself up. you look up from your classwork before smiling and shaking your head. “not anything in particular, no.” you said before going back to the paper you had been working on for the past two hours.

jinsik nodded before turning out the room, the sound of bags crinkling and wooden cabinets opening and closing being heard as he rummaged around. you heard a loud ‘aha!’ come from the kitchen, making your attention turn to the open bedroom door as you waited for jinsik to pop into the door frame. he practically stumbled into the room in his excitement, a bright gleam in his eye and a smile on his face as he held up a small red box in his hand. he shook the box, letting the contents of it thud around before holding it out. you squint and lean forward to read the small white text: pepero. you lean back and raise your brow at the boy. “pepero?” he nods up and down.

“uh-huh! you know what people do with it right?” he wiggles his brows and winks teasingly at you, which only earns him a roll of your eyes.

“really, jinsik? i don’t have time for your silly games.” you huff out, but the gentle smile on your face shows that you’re not really that annoyed at him. you could never be annoyed at his little shenanigans; it was one of the things you loved about him. you turn back to writing your assignment before he drops to his knees next to you, making you flinch at the sound of his knees hitting the floor before you look at him out of the corner of your eye. he grabs your hand to make you stop writing before clasping it gently in his hands, sticking out his lips in a pout.

“pleaaaaaase? just one game?” he begged. you stared at him blankly for a moment before taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh with a roll of your eyes.

“fine.” his eyes immediately lit up as soon as the words left your mouth, wasting no time to start prying the small cardboard box open. you laughed as you watched him fondly before he finally got the box open, holding up one of the sweet, chocolate covered sticks up between the two of you. he made a dramatic show of placing the pretzel side of the treat in his mouth, wiggling his brows at you.

you laughed and rolled your eyes before shuffling closer to him, taking the chocolate between your teeth and looking up at jinsik through your lashes. his face started to turn a light shade of pink and swallowed harshly at the gaze you were giving him, before he snapped out of the daze you had put him in. he was glad the small treat left a few inches of space between you out of fear that if you were any closer you’d hear how hard his heart is beating.

“you go first.” you tell him, making his brows furrow.

“what? why me?”

“because you were the one to suggest this.” he sighed before adjusting his posture, as if moving positions would help him gather the courage to bite closer to you. he tested the waters first, barely moving a centimeter along the treat. you rolled your eyes before moving significantly closer, catching jinsik off guard and making his eyes grow wide with surprise. he composed himself before taking a bigger bite, matching the one that you took. inch by inch, bite by bite, the space between your lips grew smaller and smaller.

your eyes had been trained on the shortening length of the pepero, but the moment your noses brushed, you both paused as your eyes snapped up to look into his. you found he was already looking at you with half-lidded eyes, studying you intensely. his eyes trailed down to your lips before looking you in the eyes again. you grew embarrassed under his unwavering stare. before you could make a move or even say anything, jinsik brought his hand up to cup your jaw before taking the rest of the candy in his mouth and pressing his lips against yours.

a small ‘mph!’ left your lips before you sighed into his mouth as your eyes fluttered shut and you melted against his lips. the kiss started off gently; quick, soft presses of your lips before pulling back slightly then going back for more. jinsik could taste the sweet chocolate on your tongue, only making him addicted and desperate for more. one of his hands snake down to slide around your waist, his arm wrapping around your back to tug you closer to him as his other hand stays against your cheek. you wrap your arms around his neck and press your torso against his as you shift yourself to sit in his lap when the kiss starts getting more intense, your fingers tangling into the hair at the base of his neck.

you let him tilt your jaw to the side to deepen the kiss, heavy pants and small whines being let out into each others mouths. you feel the palm of his hand splay out flat against your back to arch you into him, your chest pressing against his as you pull him impossibly closer in return. after a few more kisses are exchanged you start to pull away, only to have jinsik chase after you. “jinsik— mmph, sweetheart, i have to get back to my paper,” you mumbled against his lips but the only acknowledgment you earned from him was an ‘mmm’ in response.

he took your bottom lip between his teeth softly before pulling back, tugging your plush lip as he did so. this time, you were the one chasing after him. your eyes fluttered open to be met with a sight you could never get tired of seeing: jinsik with his hair messy, face flushed, and a soft smirk on his kiss swollen lips. he pet you from the top of your hair down to rest his hand on your cheek again. “c’mon, baby. the paper will still be there when we’re done,” he leaned his face down to brush his lips against yours. “i’m just borrowing you for a few minutes. or a few hours.” jinsik smiled against your lips at the last comment, kissing you again as a tactic to convince you to let him give you more. it was working.

“okay,” you whisper back. “but just a few minutes, okay?” jinsik nodded, but you both knew you were lying. he shifted under you to have enough stability to lean you back while supporting your weight. he had one hand on your back while the other rested behind your head to lay you down on the floor gently before his arms come to cage around your head as he hovers over you. the sight of his toned arms, his purple hair falling in front of his face, and his stupidly attractive smirk had your heart racing and thighs clenching around his hips as he leaned down to take your lips in his again, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders without any hesitation.

needless to say you did not get back to your paper that night.

[astrasng]

thinking about..

NSFW VERS

bf!jinsik is the type who looks at you with hazy gaze as you're sitting on top of him, his eyes filled with lust as he pulls you closer to where he needs you the most.

bf!jinsik when you want to switch things up? sure, he's at your knees looking up at you with big eyes, begging for your touch without words. he groans when you finally touch him where he needs it, rubbing his face against your thigh in pleasure.

bf!jinsik who sometimes takes a little pain. denying his orgasm as long as you want, watching him truggle to hold himself back as he waits for your word to have mercy on him.

bf!jinsik who lets you sit on his face anytime you’re needy, his smirk growing while looking at your lost state.

bf!jinsik is the type who rips your clothes off when he’s impatient, murmuring a quiet i can’t wait to finally have you.

bf!jinsik is the type who loves clothed sex more than actual sex. the feeling of you grinding on him makes him yearn more, pulling you by the waist while whispering into your ear filthy things.

bf!jinsik is the type who kisses sloppily, saliva connecting the two of you when you pull away from him.

bf!jinsik is the type who absolutely head over heels for you the minute his eyes lands on your perfect curves, trying to restrain himself from throwing at you.

bf!jinsik is the type who bites, or sucks any part of your skin, the feeling of his mouth attached on you makes him groan out and smirk up at you. i know you enjoy this, aren't you?

bf!jinsik is the type who likes teasing you out in public, seeing your reactions spark up the minute he touches you, caressing your thighs underneath the table while looking at your reactions, his hand inching closer to your heat second by second.

[talkingsaxy]

PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND JINSIK

please don't repost, requests open!

[starskq]

SPOILING YOU / K.M

Pairing ◊ bf!minjae x fem!reader

Genre ◊ fluff

Warnings ◊ petnames (baby mostly), kissing, just minjae being whipped for reader

Word count ◊ 2,2k

Summary ◊ minjae loves to spoil you every time you go shopping

a/n: thank you anon for your request, i hope it's what you wanted! enjoy!

You and Minjae hadn’t been together long—just a couple of months—but things had fallen into place so naturally. He had this way about him that made everything feel easy, as though being together had always been the plan, even when you didn’t know it.

So, when he called you up one morning, his voice full of that familiar warmth, and asked, “Hey, do you want to go shopping with me today?” you didn’t hesitate for a second before saying yes.

The two of you met up in the city center, his hand instantly finding yours the moment you saw each other. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, his favorite little gesture of affection. “You look beautiful,” he whispered against your skin, sending a shiver through you.

“You always say that,” you teased, though your cheeks warmed at the compliment.

“Because it’s true,” he replied easily, squeezing your hand before pulling you along. “C’mon, I know a place.”

He led you to a high-end boutique, the kind of place you normally wouldn’t even dare to enter unless it was just for window-shopping. The mannequins were dressed in sleek, designer clothes, and you could already tell that everything here cost more than you wanted to think about.

“Minjae, this place is expensive…” you mumbled, glancing at him nervously as the glass doors swung open with a soft chime.

He just grinned, that mischievous little smile of his that always made you feel both comforted and a little bit nervous at the same time. “Don’t worry about it. Just look around and pick something you like.”

The first rack you browsed through had beautiful dresses, all delicate fabrics and intricate details. You paused, your fingers grazing over one particular dress that caught your eye. It was a soft blush color, simple but elegant, with a subtle shimmer woven into the fabric.

Minjae noticed immediately. “You like that one?” he asked, stepping up beside you.

“It’s nice, but—” you hesitated, glancing at the price tag. Your stomach dropped a little when you saw the number, and you quickly shook your head. “It’s way too expensive. I don’t need something like this.”

Without another word, Minjae took the dress off the rack and handed it to the sales assistant who appeared at his side as if by magic. “We’ll take this. Thank you.”

“Minjae!” you protested, grabbing his arm. “No, really, it’s too much. I don’t need it.”

But he just smiled at you, that soft, reassuring smile that always seemed to melt your resolve. “I want to. You deserve nice things. Don’t worry about it, okay baby?”

You sighed, knowing there was no arguing with him when he had his mind set on something. He loved spoiling you, and while you felt guilty sometimes, it was clear that it made him happy.

The rest of the shopping trip continued much the same way. You’d pick up something to look at, admire it for a second, and Minjae would swoop in, insisting on buying it. If you lingered too long on an item, even if you didn’t say a word, he’d ask, “You like this one, baby?” and before you could even respond, he’d have it in the arms of the sales assistant.

At one point, you found yourself in the shoe section, admiring a pair of sleek black heels. They were gorgeous but definitely impractical for someone like you who didn’t wear heels often.

“Try them on,” Minjae encouraged, already picking up the right size for you.

You shook your head, laughing softly. “I’ll fall on my face if I wear those.”

He knelt down in front of you, his fingers gently helping you slip your foot into the shoe. “Then I’ll be there to catch you,” he said softly, looking up at you with those deep, sincere eyes.

“Minjae…” you whispered, your heart swelling at the tenderness in his voice.

He stood up, grinning as you took a few wobbly steps in the heels. “See? You look stunning.”

You were about to argue again about the price, but he cut you off, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Nope. Don’t even start,” he murmured against your mouth. “You’re getting them.”

He continued to pick things out for you, clothes you hadn’t even considered but ended up loving once you tried them on. He had a surprisingly good eye for fashion, and every time you came out of the dressing room, he’d light up like he’d just won the lottery.

“You look like a dream,” he’d say, his voice low and full of admiration, or “My girl’s the most beautiful in the world.” And every time, he’d pull you in for a kiss, just a brief press of his lips, but enough to make your heart race.

Eventually, your arms were full of shopping bags, and you couldn’t hold any more even if you tried. Minjae, of course, offered to carry them all for you, despite your protests.

“Minjae, this is too much,” you insisted for what felt like the hundredth time that day. “You really didn’t have to buy me all this.”

He paused in the middle of the sidewalk, setting the bags down for a moment so he could wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you close. His forehead rested against yours, and he gazed at you with that soft, affectionate look that always made your knees weak.

“I know I don’t have to,” he said softly, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “I do it because I want to. You make me happy, and I like spoiling you. It’s my way of showing you how much I care.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the right thing to say. Instead, you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, hoping it would convey everything you were feeling.

When you finally pulled away, Minjae smiled down at you, his hand still resting on your cheek. “I love you, you know that?” he whispered, his voice soft but sure.

“I love you too,” you murmured, your chest feeling impossibly full.

With one last kiss, he picked up the bags again, and you continued walking together, hand in hand. You couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world, not because of the clothes or the gifts, but because of him—because of the way he loved you so openly, so completely.

As the day drew to a close and the sun began to set, casting a warm golden light over the city, Minjae squeezed your hand gently, glancing over at you with a soft smile.

“You know, I think we should do this more often,” he said, his voice teasing but full of affection. “Spoiling you is my new favorite hobby.”

You laughed, shaking your head but feeling more loved than ever. “Just don’t spoil me too much,” you warned playfully, though you knew he would anyway.

Minjae just grinned, pulling you closer as you walked. “No promises, baby.”

After the shopping spree, your arms laden with bags, you both decided to grab something to eat. You were still reeling from the number of things Minjae had bought you. It felt surreal, as if you were in a dream, walking around with designer clothes, shoes, and accessories that you’d never imagined owning.

“I’m starving,” Minjae said, flashing you that familiar grin as he glanced at his watch. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Hmm,” you hummed, pretending to think. “Something simple? Like pasta or something.”

He laughed at that, gently nudging you with his elbow. “Okay, something simple it is.”

You ended up at a cozy little restaurant, nothing too fancy, just the kind of place you both loved. The soft hum of conversation filled the room, along with the delicious smell of food being cooked. You felt yourself relax as you slid into the booth, Minjae sitting across from you, his gaze still lingering on you like you were the only person in the world.

“You know, you didn’t have to do all that,” you started softly, glancing at the shopping bags that were now piled on the seat beside you. “It’s too much, Min.”

He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. His thumb brushed over your knuckles as he gave you a lopsided smile. “I wanted to. Besides, it’s not too much if it’s for you.”

You were about to protest when the waiter arrived, interrupting the moment. You both placed your orders, keeping it simple as promised. When the waiter left, you decided that you’d pay for the meal this time. After everything Minjae had done today, the least you could do was take care of dinner.

The food arrived shortly after, and as you both ate, you found yourself feeling even more comfortable. Minjae was his usual playful self, making you laugh with stories and little jokes. He kept calling you by his favorite pet names—“baby,” “angel,” “my love”—each one sending a little thrill through you.

You noticed that the check was on the table before you even finished your meal. This was your chance. You reached for your purse, determined to grab the bill before Minjae could even think about it.

But just as you were about to take the check, Minjae’s hand was already there, faster than yours. He picked it up with a casual, almost smug smile.

“Minjae!” you exclaimed, sitting back with a huff. “I was going to pay this time.”

He didn’t even blink as he pulled out his card and handed it to the waiter. “You're too slow,” he teased, giving you a playful smirk.

You narrowed your eyes at him, not finding it quite as funny as he did. “I’m serious, Minjae. You’ve already spent so much today. You bought all those clothes, shoes, stuffs—and now this? You’ve practically spent your entire paycheck in one day!”

Minjae leaned back in the booth, crossing his arms as he looked at you, utterly unbothered. “So what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m just taking care of my girl.”

You sighed, exasperated but also slightly flustered by how nonchalant he was being. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate it—I do, more than you know. But you can’t just spend that much money on me all the time. It’s not… it’s not responsible.”

He gave you a long look, and then his smirk softened into something warmer, more sincere. “Y/N, listen to me.” He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table as he looked you straight in the eyes. “You’re important to me. I like doing this for you. I like making you happy.”

“I am happy,” you admitted, your voice quieter now, “but I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep doing this. I don’t want you to waste all your money just to make me happy.”

Minjae chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s not a waste if it’s for you. I don’t care about the money, baby. I work hard, yeah, but I also want to enjoy what I earn—and part of enjoying it is spoiling you. It makes me happy when I see you smile, when I see you light up over something you love.”

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond. You loved how thoughtful he was, how much he cared, but it still felt like too much. “But… what about saving? You don’t need to spend it all in one go.”

He laughed again, this time more softly. “Trust me, I’m fine. I’ve got savings. I’m not going to go broke from buying you a few dresses and some dinner. Stop worrying, okay?”

You tried to scold him again, but there was something about the way he said it, so calm and assured, that made it hard to argue. He was always like this, so confident and sure in everything he did. And right now, he seemed sure that spoiling you was just part of how he showed you love.

Still, you couldn’t help but try one last time. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do this to show me you care.”

Minjae’s expression softened further as he reached across the table to take your hand again. “I don’t do it because I have to. I do it because I want to. Taking care of you, spoiling you… it’s just one way I show you how much I love you. And besides…” He gave you another playful grin. “I kind of like being the guy who gets to spoil the most amazing person in the world.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words, and despite your best efforts, a smile crept onto your face. It was impossible to stay mad at him when he said things like that.

“Okay, okay,” you sighed, giving in a little, but you couldn’t resist one more tease. “But next time, I’m paying. I mean it.”

Minjae chuckled, squeezing your hand. “We’ll see, baby. We’ll see.” His tone was full of affection, but there was a smugness underneath, as if he already knew he’d win that battle too.

When the waiter returned with the receipt, Minjae didn’t even look at it as he signed the bill. He leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to your hand, and then looked at you with that familiar, teasing glint in his eyes.

“Now,” he said, standing up and grabbing the shopping bags once again, “let’s get my spoiled little princess home.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool, but inside, you couldn’t help but feel a warmth bloom in your chest. There was no winning with him, but maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind that at all.

[pandacherryblossoms]

Phone Sex with Jinsik -

Genre: 18+ Minors Do Not Enter

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Orgasm Denial, Use of Sex Toys

It was a quiet night in the apartment, the kind of stillness that only comes when the world outside seems to have muted its usual cacophony of sounds. The tour posters on the walls were the only reminder of the life that had been temporarily set aside. You had just gotten home from a long day at work, your body craving the comfort and familiarity of the place you shared with Jinsik. The scent of his cologne still lingered faintly in the air, mingling with the faint smell of rain that had followed you in from outside. You dropped your bag by the door and kicked off your shoes, eager to shed the day's fatigue.

You got into the shower, it was a blissful escape, the hot water cascading over your skin like a lover's gentle touch. As you stepped out, wrapping the plush towel around your body, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of longing. The embrace of the towel was comforting, but it was nothing compared to the warmth of Jinsik's arms. You made your way over the bed, the plush carpet muffling your footsteps, and sat on the edge of the bed. The coolness of the freshly laundered sheets was a nice contrast to the heat that was slowly building within you.

With your phone in hand, you mindlessly scrolled through Twitter, a pastime that had become accustomed to. The screen lit up with videos and edits of Jinsik on stage, his movements so fluid and mesmerizing that you felt a tightening in your chest. One particular edit caught your eye, a close-up of him with his shirt lifted up, body sweaty, dancing with an intensity that seemed to leap off the screen. Your heart skipped a beat, and without conscious thought, your hand wandered down to the towel, teasing the bare skin of your thigh.

You thought back to your last night together before Jinsik left for tour. The way he had looked at you with desire, his voice a low murmur as he whispered sweet nothings that turned your knees to jelly. It was a night that you would never forget. You bit your lip as you thought of his touch, his scent, and the feeling of his body on yours.

With trembling hands, you reached for the opened the drawer on your nightstand and picked up a vibrator, a bright green that matched the shade of Jinsik's favorite color. The mere sight of it sent a shiver down your spine. You switched it on, the soft buzzing sound filling the silence of the room. Your breath hitched as you laid down gently pressing it against your clit, the vibrations sending waves through your body. You closed your eyes, imagining it was his hand, his fingers, making you feel so good bringing you closer to the your high.

As you started to feel a knot build up in your stomach, your phone rang ruining the moment. You jumped, the vibrator slipping from your grasp landing with a muffled thud on the bed. Picking up your phone you saw as the display lit up with Jinsik's name, making your heart race. It was as if he know what you were up to despite being worlds apart. "Hello?" you managed to croak out, your voice thick with desire. "Hi, princess," he greeted you, his voice a soothing l to your nerves. "Why do you sound so out of breath, baby?" His asked concern, but you couldn't help the smirk that played on your lips.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "I was just... relaxing," you said coyly, hoping he couldn't hear the lie in your voice. But Jinsik was no fool. "Just relaxing?" he repeated, "You know I can tell when you're not being honest with me."

Your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "I was... using the vibrator," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The line went quiet for a minute, the only sound that could be heard was the city outside and your heart beating . Then, a low chuckle echoed from the phone, "Ah, I see," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. "And were you thinking of me, baby?"

You nodded, though he couldn't see it. "Always," you murmured. "Good," he replied, the satisfaction in his voice being unmistakable. "I want you to keep going for me. I want to hear you cum." The command sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt yourself growing wetter, the anticipation building.

With trembling hands, you picked the vibrator up again, the coolness of the silicone against your flushed skin sending a jolt of excitement through you. You slid it back down between your legs and resumed the rhythm you'd been building before the call, the vibrations pulsing through you once more. You leaned back into the pillows, eyes closed tight, and whispered, "Okay."

On the other end of the line, you could hear the faint rustling of fabric as Jinsik shifted in his hotel bed. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Now, tell me exactly what you're doing to yourself." The sound of his zipper being pulled down was unmistakable, and you felt a thrill of excitement knowing he was just as turned on as you were. "I'm... I'm...," you stuttered, your breaths becoming faster and more shallow as the pleasure began to take over again. "Use your words, baby," he urged, his voice in a low growl that sent waves of heat coursing through you.

"I'm... sliding it up and down my slit," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper. "Mmhmm," he hummed in approval. "And how does it feel?" You could almost feel his breath against your neck as he spoke, and it was all you could do to keep from crying out. "It feels... it feels so good," you confessed, your voice strained. "I'm going to come soon."

But before you could succumb to the overwhelming need to climax, his voice stopped you in your tracks. "Hold it for me, baby. Wait until I tell you." He commanded. You whimpered, holding the vibrator just at the edge of your entrance, the need to push it in was almost unbearable. "I want you to hold it, just like that," he continued, his own breathing growing heavier. "Think about me, think about how much I miss you, how much I want to be there with you."

You nodded, even though he couldn't see you, gritting your teeth. You pictured him in his hotel room, his hand wrapped around his erection, stroking it slowly as he listened to your muffled moans.

"Jinsik, it's... it's too much," you pouted, the vibrator still right above your entrance. "You have to let me can." Your voice was needy, begging for release, and you could hear the smile in his voice as he responded. "Not yet, baby. You can do it for me. I know you can." His words were teasing you as you were forced to hold back from cumming undone.

The vibrator hovered over your swollen clit, the buzzing being a constant reminder of the pleasure that you were experiencing. You bit your lip, squeezing your eyes shut foucsing on the sound of his breathing and the soft moans he was making as he pleasured himself thinking about you.

"You're so good for me," Jinsik murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Daddy's proud of you for holding it in." His words going straight to your cunt as you arched your back tightening your fingers around the vibrator. "Please, Jinsik," you begged aching from how much you needed to cum. "Please daddy, I need to cum!"

He took a deep breath as he felt his own high approaching. "Okay, princess," he finally said, his voice a low rumble. "You can come now. But I want you to think of me, imagine it's my cock inside you, filling you up, making you feel so good." The thought of him and his thick length sliding into you pushed you over the edge. You gasped, your eyes flying open, and you slammed the vibrator against your clit. The orgasm washed over you like a flood, your body shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. You cried out your voice hoarse from holding back, feeling your juices spilling out, soaking the bed beneath you.

You heard the sound of Jinsik's release soon after, his moans filling your ears with pleasure. "Such a good little princess," he murmured, his voice strained from his climax. "So wet for me, even when I'm not there."

As the you slowly came down from your orgasm you slumped back against the pillows, the vibrator slipping from your hand. You were drenched in sweat, and breathing heavy. For a moment, the only sounds were you and Jinsik trying to catch your breath . "Are you okay, baby?" he finally asked with a voice gentle.

You nodded, unable to form words just yet. "Yeah," you managed to murmur. "I'm okay."

"I love you," Jinsik whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness made your heart ache for him more. "I miss you so much, baby."

"I love you too," you replied smiling at your phone wishing you could be in his arms right now.

"I wish I could hold you right now," he sighed, the longing in his voice mirroring your own. It was as if he read your mind.

You smiled whispering, "Me too,"your voice still shaky from the intensity of what just happened. You reached for your towel, pulling it up to wipe the sweat from your brow, feeling the coolness of the fabric against your skin. "I miss you so much, Jinsik."

"I know, baby," he said, in a soothing tone. "But I’ll be back before you know it."

“Now, why don't you put that pretty little toy away and get some rest? You must be exhausted after a long day of work and all that... activity." He said while letting out a small laugh, that made you feel cherished and naughty all at once.

You nodded, a tired smile playing on your lips as you reached for the vibrator, switching it off, before putting it back in its drawer. "Okay, I will," you murmured, the exhaustion finally catching up to you.

"Goodnight, baby," Jinsik said, his voice tender. "I love you so much."

[lil-elle]

Blown a Fuse

group: xikers

pair: bf!jinsik x fem!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 343

content: kisses ♡

a/n: I KEPT THINKING ABT THIS I HAD TO WRITE IT EVEN IF ITS SO SHORT

Your eyes naturally closed as Jinsik's hands met your cheeks, gently pulling you in so that your lips could collide.

You two had ended up in the very corner of the practice room after Jinsik got frustrated with the choreography he'd been trying and failing to memorise for days now. You, being the wonderful girlfriend you are, followed him to where he was slouching in the corner and offered him a few kisses to cheer him up, to which he could never ever refuse.

His hands slid down to your waist to hold your body against his, his back pressed to the wall. Your hands moved from their position resting on his chest to his jaw, holding his face so that he stayed close as you laid your lips on his softly over and over again. The sounds of your repeated sighs filled the room, along with tiny suction sounds with every little kiss.

Jinsik had a habit of humming as he got immersed in kisses, and this time was no exception, a few little “hmm”s escaping with every press of your gradually numbing lips to his. It was cute. He was cute.

You gently began running a finger over his jawline, his lips parting slightly with a little gasp but his kisses never ceasing. God, he was too cute. You couldn't help but tease him a little.

You kissed him a few more times before gently taking his bottom lip between your teeth and nibbling lightly, letting go just to giggle softly, whisper “I love you” and start kissing him again. Except he wasn't kissing back anymore.

You pulled back and let your eyes flutter open to meet his dazed and flustered gaze, looking down at you through barely opened eyelids.

“...Jinsik…?” You whispered softly, and it's as if his knees suddenly gave way, him sliding to the ground and taking you with him. You'd completely and totally overloaded him. Short circuited him. His face a brighter red than you ever thought possible and his eyes shut like he'd passed out.

“Jinsik!”

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[twinklingstar1ights]

Chapstick

Jinsik Summary: Jinsik wants to know what your chapstick tastes like. WC:970 Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

“I think you have an addiction,” Jinsik states. 

“What are you talking about?” you chuckled. You take a seat on your bed, bringing a pillow onto your lap. 

“Because why on earth do you have so many chapsticks? I think you have enough for each day of the month in here,” he exclaimed, fishing through the container you keep your chapsticks in. 

“I like having different flavors. Right now the wild cherry one has been my favorite,” you tell him.

“This one?” He held up the small tube. You nodded. 

“Yeah, that one. Try it,” you say. Jiseok pulled the cap from the small tube. First he lifts it up to his nose to smell it. Then he brings it to his lips and applies it. So this is what their lips taste like? He thinks, rubbing his lips together. 

“So what’s the verdict?” you asked playfully. I want to kiss you, he thinks. 

“It’s nice.” Is what he ends up saying. He comes and takes a seat beside you on your bed. You use this opportunity to move and lay your head in his lap. His eyes fall to your lips as he looks down at you. 

 Jinsik has had a crush on you for a while. How could he not when you were his everything? His friends tease him for being so whipped for you. They call him a fool in love, but Jinsik doesn’t care. In fact he knows it’s true. Each passing day he wants to confess to you more and more. He even makes up little scenarios about it in his head. The only thing stopping him is the fear of ruining your long running friendship. Because he can’t imagine not having you in his life at all. 

“What are you doing?” He affectionately pinches your nose.

“You’re comfortable. Let me rest here,” you say, closing your eyes. Jinsik continues to stare down at you. He brings one of his hands to caress your hair. He watches the smile tug at your lips as you lean into his touch. Certainly you don’t do this with everyone right?

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“So what chapstick are you wearing today?” he asked, subconsciously rubbing his lips together, trying to remember the taste of your wild cherry chapstick he put on yesterday. 

“Vanilla…Or is it mango?” Jinsik eyes stay trained on your lips as you rub them together. “No I was right the first time it’s vanilla,” you smiled. 

“How could you get confused between those two flavors?” he jokes. 

“Well the mango flavoring isn’t that strong, so it mainly tastes like vanilla,” you explained. Jinsik only laughs, but in the back of his mind he thinks about how he wants to know what all your chapsticks taste like. 

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You and Jinsik are lying side by side on your bed. Looking up at your ceiling as you two talk about whatever. 

“Y/n,” Jinsik said your name. 

“Yeah?” you respond. 

“I think my lips are chapped,” he says, turning to face you. 

“Oh, do you want me to go grab you a chapstick?” you questioned, starting to get up. However Jinsik pulls you back down by your wrist. Now the two of you are sitting up on your bed. 

“No, just…” Jinsik leans closer to you. “Let me just…” His breath fans against your face. Before you can really register what’s happening Jinsik quickly presses his lips against yours. Just as quickly as he initiated the kiss he pulled away. Looking away shyly as his cheeks flare. Leaving you there unable to do anything but stare at him. 

“Wild cherry?” he guessed with still pink cheeks. 

“What? Oh.” You bring your hand to your lips gently touching them. “Yeah I used wild cherry this morning,” you say, sounding a bit dazed. 

Jinsik begins to regret what he did. He started second guessing and thinks he might have just ruined your entire friendship just because he wanted to kiss you. 

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that. I just made everything weird between us didn’t I?” he apologized. 

“What? Jinsik no everythings fine between us I was just surprised.” You snapped out of your daze. “Are your lips still chapped?” you asked bashfully. 

“What?” Jinsik questioned. 

“I think they still look chapped,” you voice leaning in towards Jinsik. You take a quick look at Jinsik's eyes before closing the distance between you two again. Pressing a little bit of a longer kiss to his lips before pulling away. Now you’re the one shyly looking away. Jinsik’s heart feels like it’s about to explode in his chest because you just kissed him! 

“I like you y/n.” He couldn’t hold in his feelings anymore. “I have for such a long time, but I was scared that you wouldn’t feel the same,” he confessed. 

“I like you too, Jinsik. I have for a while.” you admit. 

“I’d hope so since you just kissed me,” he playfully remarked. 

“You kissed me first!” You pointed at him.

“I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to know what your chapstick tasted like,” he says.

“Do you wanna know what the rest of them taste like?” you teased him. Jinsik nodded. 

“Yeah, I do, but I wanna take you out on a date first,” he said, linking his hand together with yours. 

“I have no complaints about that,” you agreed. The two of you fall back into your previous position of laying side by side on your bed, but this time your hands are interlock in the middle of you both.

…

“Hey y/n,” Jinisk called you.

“Yeah?” you reply. 

“I think my lips are still chapped,” he said, turning to face you. 

“Deal with it.” You used your free hand to grab a pillow and smack him. The two of you erupted into a fit of giggles.

[hannybun]

Xikers ot10/multiple members

Fluff= (f), Smut= (s), suggestive= (sg), 💬=ask/thought, 📝=fanfic/headcannons/

Soft/hard hours thoughts

Most to least: Biggest cock (s) 💬

Most to least: submissive or dominant (s) 💬

Most to least: tits or ass (s)💬

Most to least: Giving or receiving (s) 💬

Minjae/Junghoon/Seeun/Hunter babying a older s/o (f/sg) 💬

Ot10: go-to dating spots (f) 💬

Minjae and Yechan threesome (s) 💬

Hyunwoo/seeun/yujun: roleplaying (s) 💬

Cockingwarming w/Seeun and Yechan (s)💬

trying to take Minjae and sumin’s dominance(s)

size kink with Seeun and Hunter (s)💬

exhibition kink: Hyunwoo, Sumin, Yujun, and Yechan (s)💬

free use w/Junghoon and Yechan (s) 💬

Doing Sabrina carpenter poses (s) 💬

Camboy!xikers: Seeun, Hyunwoo, and Yujun

CNC w/Seeun, Yujun, and Yechan (dark themes) (s) 💬

dom!xikers improving their s/o stamina (s) 💬

Who would like boobjobs (s) 💬

who cums the most (s) 💬

Fics/headcannons

Xikers: A hard dom, soft dom, or a switch (s) 📝

What position they’ll enjoy during sex (s) 📝

Xikers nicknames both sfw and nsfw (s) 📝

what type of porn they watch (s) 📝

Pussy drunk xikers headcannons (s) 📝

Who’s into daddy/sir/Master (s) 📝

What noise they make in bed (s)📝

Reacting to ‘just the tip’ (s)📝

How they take nude photos (s) 📝

what’s their favorite place to cum (s) 📝

[chiiyuuvv]

the claw of success 🧸 h. jinsik

jinsik helps you get that plushie that you've always wanted, but under one condition

classmate!jinsik x fem!reader exactly 0.5k words omo

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

“Do you need any help?” a gasp leaves your lips as you put a hand over your fast beating heart, looking over your shoulder to find the owner of the voice that scared you out of your trance. There stood ham jinsik, the boy who had a massive crush on you and was unwilling to take ‘no’ for an answer. But you never felt uncomfortable with the amount of times he confessed to you, you actually found it a little cute how determined he was to make you his. “You’ve been stuck on this game for like..” he looks down at his phone for the time, “ever.”

The annoyed look you give him makes him chuckle, a hand running through your hair in frustration as you look at the object that you wanted to kick – a claw machine. Stored in its plastic, rectangular jail cell was a white pup that came with a blue hat that you wanted dearly.. But you also wanted your tokens to play other games, you know? “I so got this,” you argue, ignoring the eyebrow raise that jinsik gives you in return, sliding another token into the slot and reattempting your game for the hundredth time. But alas, you groan in defeat after a minute or two.

Jinsik felt a bit bad under his cocky gaze, patting your shoulder when he suddenly gets an idea. “Yeah, i know I didn’t get the plushie leave me–”

“I can help you.”

“What?”

“I can help you, only if you go out on a date with me in return.” anyone who walked by could slice the tension with a knife, the flabbergasted look on your face making jinsik regret his words, but who knows? Maybe this might actually work. So he carefully pushes your frozen body to the side, slipping in a token of his own as he begins to work his magic. He grabs the joystick with ease, just like he’s been practicing, giving it small nudges to reach the location of your plush, hitting one of the bottoms so the claw would hover over the cute toy. “Aha!” his eyes close with a gigantic smile on his face, turning over to face you with a smirk on his lips, but it disappears when he watches you giggle.

“Uh.. jinsik?” you point to the claw machine, and how the toy was still hitting in its place. “It’s okay though, I don't want you wasting your money because of me.” you laugh, reassuring him when his mouth opens to say something, but nothing comes out.

“What.. that should have totally worked. Wait i’ll do that again–”

“It's fine, seriously. And you know what? I’m still going out with you, no matter if you win or not.” jinsik’s eyes widen when you get on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, his entire face going red as he stands there, frozen. How did that still work?? Jinsik doesn't know, but that doesn’t mean he's not happy about it.

︴bonus! request on wattpad! credit: @marw-lilia for helping me with the plot and beginning

▸ taglist 🎧 @hyunukitty , @cake1box , @mars101 , @nenede , @wonootnoot , @pinievsev , @yuniniverse , @hunchan444 , @s00buwu , @cherrycolaberry , @yoiiwonn

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[tmrwsuns]

(𐙚⋆.˚) texts with situationship xikers !

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ [ot10 x reader] ...୨♡୧... w. curse words, slightly suggestive! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

ᯓ minjae.

ᯓ junmin.

ᯓ sumin.

ᯓ jinsik.

ᯓ hyunwoo.

ᯓ junghoon.

ᯓ seeun.

ᯓ yujun.

ᯓ hunter.

ᯓ yechan.

★ blue's corner ;; can you see im completely delusional? hopefully ! credits for the idea to my deluluness partner @tiramisumin (its been weeks and i just noticed i messed up yujuns part what if i kms) ★ taglist ;; @tiramisumin @astrasng ★ back to the masterlist. ★ please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!! ★ divider by @aquazero

© tmrwsuns, 2024

[dropitlikeapeong]

heyyy, just wanted to thank you once again for the xikers content🙏 im having a hard time finding any content at all here so im very glad i found your blog!

i was wondering if you could do ot10 reactions to the “shes busy” prank, thank you so muchh!

It's a pleasure🩵 we are lacking xikers content on this app (and particularly the kind that i was looking for), it's exactly why I started this blog and it makes me so happy to see that people actually like what I put out🫠, so I hope this is to your liking as well🩵

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✨️xikers texts✨️

"she's busy" prank on

bf!xikers

Bf!xikers x fem!reader

CW: user @/dropitlikeapeong has a taken a strong liking to the mean!xikers category and that topic unintentionally found it's way into these texts so I apologize. Swearing. Tiny mention of jealousy. Mentions of food. Small mention of violence. If there's anything else I'm forgetting to add here, pls let me know.

As always; Likes, reblogs and comments are welcomed and appreciated

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Minjae

Junmin

Sumin

Jinsik

Hyunwoo

Junghoon

Seeun

Yujun

Hunter

Yechan

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[peachesyeo]

obsession ── jinsik hush ── part one

💌 parings: ???!jinsik x gn!reader 💌 genre: yandere, oneshot 💌 contains: mentions of murder, mention of blood. don't trust jinsik. 💌 word count: 1.3k words.

:̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

It was raining.

You looked up at the dark sky, letting out a silent sigh. 

"here, darling. have this umbrella, you can return it to me tomorrow." the sweet lady who hired you despite your inability to speak said, and you quickly signed a thank you to her. she shakes her head, and bade you off as you walked into the rainy night of the streets. 

society hasn't been very kind to people like you, but you were extremely fortunate. lucky, in fact. you finished your studies, have a place to stay, and even have a stable job as a florist. 

you walked through the rain, stopping at the intersection to an alleyway. should you take the shortcut? your attention shifted towards the watch on your hand, and you steered into the alleyway.

it's quite late already, and if you reach home in time, you can have some extra time to watch the drama that you hadn't finished-

you stopped dead in your tracks, your umbrella falling out of your hand. your eyes went wide, as you took a step backwards, the rain quickly soaking you.

you watched, as a figure in a raincoat stood in the middle of the alleyway, his back towards you. in front of the figure in the raincoat, the man's eyes bulged, as you spot the silver of the blade of a knife disappear into the man's guts. 

your mind was screaming for you to run, but your legs remained frozen on the ground in fear. the man fell onto the floor of the dirty alleyway, and you finally found the courage to move. you turned, your canvas shoes splashing against the water. you were about to make it out of the alleyway when a force dragged you back to the alley, forcing a hand around your mouth.

you struggled, as the figure pinned you onto the wall. his face was hidden in the dark, and you stop struggling, as he pressed the side of the blade next to your neck.

"an eyewitness?" his voice was hoarse. he tilted his head slightly, sliding the blade up to the side of your face. "oh dear. how unfortunate."

you pressed your palms together, rubbing them slightly and you begged for your life, tears rolling down your face along with the rain. he merely chuckled at your pathetic gesture and closed his fingers around your neck, cutting off the air supply in your lungs. you shake your head frantically, making a sign with your hands. please!

"a mute?" there was interest in his voice. you feel the pressure off you, and you fell to the ground as the figure move away. "interesting." you coughed, taking in huge breaths of the rainy air.

"let us play a game, little mute." the figure bent down, his gloved hand gripping your chin, forcing you to look up. "if i ever catch you near a cop, i'll make sure to snap this pretty neck of yours." he warned. you nodded, knowing that the killer had let you off.

you were quick to run out of the alleyway and onto the lighted streets. you panted, running straight home.

from that day on, you would always feel as though someone was watching you. you were often distracted, even cutting yourself by accident as you absentmindedly trim the stalk of flowers.

your eyes teared as you open your mouth to scream a silent cry of pain. the blood drip onto your apron as you stood up, looking for the first aid kit.

the floral shop was empty, and the kind lady who owned the shop had to leave temporarily. you were glad that she had placed a lot of trust in you, leaving you to tend the floral shop alone.

as you bandage your bleeding finger, you hear the bell, signalling that someone had entered the shop. you looked up, teary eyed, to see a young man entering.

he was dressed in a black leather jacket with a white graphic tee and long black pants. he scratched the back of his head as he looked around, finally spotting you.

when he opened his mouth to speak, you immediately pointed to a sign, nodding your head at him in greeting.

"ahh, i see. i'm looking for flowers... for my mum..." the man blushed slightly. you gave him a gentle smile, and opened the cooler behind you, taking out the fresh bouquets of carnations that you have previously prepared.

"where's mrs lee?" he asked, as you turned to face him. you took your phone out, trying to type with one hand.

she has some matters to attend to. would you like to wait for her?

"it's okay, it's been a long time since i came back here. um, i'm sorry for being nosy, but what happened to your finger?" the man asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling his wallet out. you blushed, embarrassed.

an accident. now, would you like to pay by credit or cash, sir?

"cash. and by the way, call me jinsik. j-i-n-s-i-k." jinsik smiled as he passed over some cash to you. you merely gave him another smile, as you gave him his change.

from then on, you would see jinsik from time to time. mrs lee told you that jinsik was the son of one of the shop owners that previously lived here. she would give the both of you a knowing smile whenever jinsik visited.

soon, jinsik begin to ask you out for dates. the both of you would enjoy times at cafés, or plainly just short walks. well, it was just jinsik talking, and you replying him with your phone. that night and that killer was soon off your mind, as you fell in love with this kind, soft-spoken man.

and then it came the day where you moved in with jinsik. the both of you share an apartment near your workplace and jinsik's, which was the bookstore a few blocks down the floral shop.

today, you've reached home early. you removed your shoes, reading the note jinsik had sticked to the shoe rack. im at the sign language lesson, i'll come home later. please remember to eat, darling.

you smiled to yourself. you were lucky, having jinsik as your boyfriend. you thought, as you entered the living room. you stretched, looking around you.

time for you to do some chores.

normally, it was jinsik who did the chores. he insisted on it himself, saying that he would rather do the household chores since you were the one who cooks.

you made a quick meal for yourself, before placing the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. you did the laundry, and is now tidying up the closet.

jinsik is a messy person. you sighed, separating his wrinkled clothes that needed to be ironed from the pile of normal clothings. your side of the closet was neat, sorted according to the seasons and colours. jinsik's was just jumbled around, and that made you uncomfortable.

you folded his clothes, placing some on the racks. soon, you pulled out a familiar raincoat admist the pile of clothes.

you paused, your hands sliding over the coat. flashbacks of the killer appeared in your mind, as you dropped the coat to your lap, eyes widening.

how did... is jinsik... what...?

you hear the sound of the front door opening, and you quickly stuffed the raincoat admist the pile of folded clothes. when jinsik entered the room, you forced yourself to be normal, greeting him with a smile as he wrapped his arms around you.

"i'm back home, darling." he said, pulling back to look around you. "were you tidying up my stuff?"

you nodded catiously. jinsik merely smiled, but there was something in his smile. "found anything interesting?"

your heart almost stopped. you avoided his gaze, shaking yourself as you reached for the next shirt that needed to be folded. you could feel his intense gaze on you as you bit the insides of your cheeks, warning yourself to stay ignorant. no, it's just a coincidence.

"you saw the raincoat, didn't you?"

you froze. it was the same, hoarse voice. jinsik's arms was still around you, trapping you. your body stiffened, as he buried his head into your neck, sighing.

"oh, darling. i was hoping that the game would last longer."

[astrasng]

thinking about..

bf!jinsik who can’t stop smiling when he sees you finally coming out of your house after a long time not seeing you, wrapping his arms around your figure whispering a small, hi honey with his famous toothy smile.

bf!jinsik who swipes the hair out of your face when you talk about something fiercely, his eyes only focused on you, suddenly making you halt when he stills his hand on your cheek just to make you look up into his eyes.

bf!jinsik who can’t stop smiling when he sees you talking and laughing with his siblings and his parents, him almost melting into a puddle.

bf!jinsik who ties your shoe laces whenever you go on a walk with him, immediately stopping you by squatting down when he notices the possible danger of you falling because of the laces.

bf!jinsik who sulks on plane rides because he misses you and can’t hug you.

bf!jinsik is the type who lets you stand between his legs to wash his makeup off, just for him to look at you and your lips until you feel flustered.

bf!jinsik who can’t keep his hands off of you. he needs to touch you, or have his hands on you somehow. either him taking your hand randomly as you’re sitting next to him, his fingers caressing yours and palm, or him wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him.

bf!jinsik is the type who kisses your cheeks out of the blue, leaving you confused and needy for more. he knows what he’s doing

bf!jinsik who shares his snacks with you without a question, even running to the nearby CVS if you’re craving for something.

bf!jinsik whose heart almost bursts the moment he sees you asleep in his bed, curled up around his hangyodon plushie.

bf!jinsik who is obsessed with you.

a/n: can we just take a moment and talk abt why xikersblr is so small. im so sad :c and yeah, as you can see THISMAN has been on my mind 0/24 so here we are. might do a hard version hehe

nevertheless, thank you for reading ♡