#skz drabbles

[alanisinskz]

⋆˚꩜｡ 「 ᢉ𐭩 roses in a vase 」

pairing > hyunjin x reader

summary > you learn to paint with hyunjin helping!

warnings > none

wc > 800

authors note ᢉ𐭩 > finally here’s hyunjin🥀 i didn’t have any ideas on what to write butttttt here we are!! hope you guys enjoy

Art had always caught your eye. Something about it, drew you in. The paint brush streaks, the lines of paint. What all a painting could tell just by a few strokes.

You always wanted to get into it, learn how to work a brush. You tried, but never really got past the brush touching the canvas.

There was this one account on instagram that popped up on your feed. @hyuneart. It was a painting of roses in a vase. Your eyes widened at how beautiful it was. You quickly pressed on the profile, liking all the posts without realizing it.

-

The next day you grabbed your phone, crust still in your eyes. You looked through your notifications, one sticking out to you.

An instagram dm, from @hyuneart.

You quickly sat up, rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes and making sure you were seeing right.

You hesitated before opening it. Taking a deep breath and clicking on the message.

“Like my paintings?”

You let out the breath after reading the text. You shook your head in disbelief. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard before responding.

“Uhm, yes, actually. I really do. They’re very beautiful.” It all finally started to come back to you where you liked all of the pictures on that feed.

“I’ve been meaning to get into it, but i just never can.” You groaned as your memory came back to you. After a minute or two your phone buzzed again. Another dm.

“If you want, i could always help. You could always send me a text if you have a question. @hynjinnnn” After that the account went offline. You pressed on the account he had mentioned, it must’ve been him. You pressed the follow button and scrolled through his feed.

He seemed famous, his whole energy was just glamorous. There was no way that small artist account, was him.

-

Soon enough you two started talking more. You would always ask him about your painting questions. There would be painting facetimes where he would walk you through anything and everything.

Some meetups, some art shop trips.

You had fun. Hyunjin was fun. And he made this whole painting thing fun for you. It didn’t seem so hard with Hyunjin.

Hyunjin was going over to yours to show you something new he had painted and hopefully teach you how to paint it as well.

You had been working on this one painting for a while. Perfecting every line and stroke. Making sure it was perfect, perfect enough to show to Hyunjin.

It wasn’t nothing big. It was some roses in a vase, much like the first one you ever saw of his.

There was paint everywhere. All over your face and hands and clothes. Hair tied messily up in a bun, still sitting in front of the canvas when you heard a knock on the door. You quickly stood up and ran to the door. Opening to see Hyunjin with his art case, smiling softly. You greeted him and nudged him inside.

Hyunjin sat himself on your couch, putting his case on the coffee table. You two talked for a second before he noticed the paint all over you. He chuckled. “Have you been painting?”

You smiled big, nodding. You popped your lips and pointed. “I’ll be right back.” You quickly ran off to your room. Going to grab the canvas. You stared at it for a second, making sure everything was perfect. You picked it up, yelling from your bedroom.

“Close your eyes!!”

You heard a soft chuckle from your living room and packed the canvas to the other room. It wasn’t that big so it wasn’t that heavy. You put it behind you, a small smile still on your face. “Okay..open!”

You moved the canvas in front of you. Hyunjin opened his eyes quickly. He scanned over the canvas, his eyes lighting up. He looked back up at you.

“Did you paint this?” He asked, almost breathlessly.

You nodded again. Your teeth popping out of your smile now. You popped your head out from the canvas. “Surprise!!” You exclaimed.

“Do you like it? I wanted to make it look like the first painting of yours i saw. I’ve been working on it a while.” You looked back at Hyunjin. Trying to understand what he thought just by looking at him.

“I love it. It’s amazing. You’re learning so much Y/n. You’re almost better than me.” You chuckled and sat the canvas down, resting it on the coffee table and went to join Hyunjin on the couch.

You two laughed and talked about painting and everything else you two could talk about. You never would’ve thought you actually would’ve got into painting like this, but you were glad you did. And now you have your muse.

authors note ᢉ𐭩 > wooooo that one done. i lowkey love this omg but its kind of rushed so ntm please💔

ps: if anyone did this first fullll creds to them

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Can I see your d*ck? (drabble)

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

synopsis: you're lounging on your bed with your best friend peacefully until an intrusive thought wins over.

wc: 1.0k

warnings: lots of dirty talk, making out, fingering

a/n: idk what this is, i feel unhinged and not inspired to write today so this might suck but thanks @jazz-the-writer 😏💜 (side not: y'all his hands might be small by some standard that i'm not aware of but to me they're big cause i am small and that is hot, mkay)

Your best friend is leaning on your pillow looking all pretty and alluring and you can't help your thoughts.

Or your mouth.

"Can I see your dick?" it rolls off your tongue kind of accidentally. Felix coughs, choking on air as he looks up from his phone.

"Excuse me?" he looks at you in disbelief and your cheeks warm up.

"Your dick. I want to see it."

You can't really back out now.

"Um... you can't just ask stuff like that?" his eyebrow is raised, but his cheeks become rosy too.

"Why not? Do I need to get you drunk first?" you smirk.

"N-no, just... Why would you ask that?" he chuckles nervously.

"Well, I've never seen one. Not in real life, at least." you say and he smirks suddenly.

"Where else have you seen a dick?" he sits up and so do you.

"Porn, duh." you roll your eyes.

"What kind of porn?" he leans in closer and you whine, rolling your eyes again.

"Don't change the subject! Will you let me see it?"

"No, I will not show you my dick, y/n. Be for real." he laughs, shoving you playfully.

"You're totally not fun." you pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

Felix smirks to himself as he looks away from you. His heart hammers against his ribs as he bites on his lip and considers teasing you.

"How about this?" he turns around to look at you again. "I wanna see yours too."

"Hate to disappoint you Lixie but I don't have a dick." you joke and his face becomes as red as a tomato.

"I meant your... you know." he looks away.

"My what? Say it." you lean in closer and he visibly shivers.

"Y-your... pussy?" he whispers and you laugh.

"Okay." you shrug and he gasps, thinking you'd surely back out after that request.

"You're for real?" he gulps.

"Mhm." you nod, your heart skipping a beat in excitement but Felix struggles.

"I mean... it's not... it's not hard yet, you know."

"Can I help with that?" you inch closer to your best friend. And god, he is so beautiful.

"We could make out?" he suggests and you agree immediately because who wouldn't want to kiss those lips?

The world stops as you lean in, the sounds of your breathing seem so loud in the tiny gap between you and Felix. The gap is soon closed as your lips press together in a sweet, awkward kiss.

The kiss slowly escalates into something more desperate and raw, as your hands start wandering on each other's bodies. Somehow, you end up under him as he keeps kissing your face and neck.

"Your hands are so pretty." you say breathlessly as you play with Felix's hand.

"They are?" he asks, a little surprised at your compliment.

"Mhm. And your fingers are perfect." you bring his hand closer to your face, his fingertips on your lips. Felix gasps when your tongue darts out to lick at his fingertips.

"Y/n..." his voice breaks as you take his middle finger in and start sucking on it.

"Fuck." Felix curses, his eyes darkening as he observes you. You can feel his dick twitching against your thigh and you clench around nothing.

"Please, touch me Lixie." you whine when you take his finger out of your mouth.

"Where, sweetheart?" he smirks at your eagerness and you nearly combust at the nickname.

Instead of answering, you start pulling your pants down and he quickly stops you.

"Are you sure?" he asks in the last moment of clarity.

"Yes." you say and he nods, helping you get rid of your pants and underwear.

"Oh." he licks his lips at the sight of you all wet and desperate for him.

"Please." you whine and a deep chuckle escapes his lips.

"I got you, baby." he soothes you as his hands run up your thighs a few times, coming up to spread your pussy so he can take a good look at it.

You whimper, shutting your eyes tight. Felix chuckles again, his thumb pressing against your sensitive clit in circles.

You gasp, eyes snapping open as they meet his darkened ones.

"If you've never seen a dick, that must mean you're a virgin?" Felix asks quietly.

"N-no... Well, yes. I mean I did this before but never went further." you confess and he smirks.

His fingers dip between your folds, gathering your arousal before paying attention to your clit again as he speeds up, making you whimper.

"W-why are you smirking like that?" you moan out as he flicks your clit, driving you absolutely insane already.

"I know you wanna see my dick. But I wanna make sure this little pussy can take my fingers first."

"Felix!" you whine at the dirty talk, the effect of his words amplified by his deep voice and the movement on your clit.

If you weren't at his mercy you'd probably laugh at your best friend for talking like that.

"Yeah baby? You want that?"

"P-please!" you're falling apart, your pussy clenching around nothing again.

"As you wish." Felix whispers and slowly starts pushing his middle finger in.

"L-Lixie." you moan, grabbing at his wrist as he fills you up.

"You're so tight, sweetheart. I don't think you'll be seeing my dick so soon."

"N-no, please, I wanna see it!" you cry out as he pushes in completely, slowly fucking you with his finger.

"If you manage to take three of my fingers, maybe I'll let you." he leans down to whisper in your ear, making you whine.

"You're mean." you pout, knowing damn well you're nowhere near ready to take him.

"I'm just looking out for you." he keeps smirking as he starts pumping his finger faster, making you more wet with every thrust.

You want to smack him for being so sly but his thumb starts working on your clit and you completely fall apart, moaning his name and gripping at the sheets as Felix brings you to ecstasy easily.

"Only one finger got you falling apart like this, hm?" he mocks as he fucks you through your high.

"You wanna see what two get me like?" you smirk at him and he laughs a little.

"I hope you know what you got yourself into, sweetheart."

~ part 2

taglist: @moonchild9350 @janepg @velvetmoonlght @hwanghyunjinismybae @jehhskz @porangporangmeong @laylasbunbunny @laughatdanger @jeonginslefthand @sapphirewaves @s3ungm1nxxl0ve @painterhyunjin @moon-ttokki-x @saintcosette @ooshyana @frehyun @scarlet789 @skzdust @schniti-is-in-the-house @eastjonowhere @sona1800 @channiesrightasscheek @justwonder113 @yvettemint @inaribu00 @httpdwaekki @possum-playground @ria-april @yn-x-them @mariahxrrera @0omillo0 @halfwinterhalfuniverse @cooldeermagazine @delulkpopstan143 @todorokiskitten @compersian @azxulskz @stayp1eceposts

[st4rlvr]

on the coast || lfx

The sun was brutal overhead, the kind of summer heat that made the water glisten like glass and your skin hum with leftover warmth hours after you left it. Kids screamed in the distance, flip-flops slapped on wet pavement, and over the speakers came that same damn pop remix looping for the fourth time in an hour.

You stood at the top of the water slide, arms crossed over your towel, waiting for the green light—and him.

There he was.

Slouched lazily against the railing, whistle hanging from his lips, red floaty draped across his lap like he was posing for a lifeguard calendar. He wasn’t even trying. Freckles dusted his sun-kissed cheeks, and his curly hair was pulled into a half-tied bun that barely held with how damp and soft it had gotten. Sunglasses perched low on his nose, and a smirk tugged at his lips the second he noticed you staring.

“You scared?” he teased, glancing at the red light. “You’ve been standing there for a suspiciously long time. Wanna chicken out now, or should I play you a dramatic goodbye song?”

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. “I’m waiting for the light, idiot.”

“You’re waiting for me,” he corrected, tongue peeking out between his teeth. He gave a low whistle and leaned forward, tapping the metal railing with the back of his knuckles. “What’s in the basket today?”

You looked down at the little blue bike with the white basket you’d left near the showers. “Peach Snapple, a towel, and your dignity. I stole it yesterday, remember?”

That earned a laugh, raspy and boyish. The green light finally blinked on, and he pointed at it lazily, still lounging like a prince on his throne.

“Go on, then. Show me your form.”

You pushed off with a shake of your head, feeling the rush of wind and water take you down, heart racing—though maybe not just from the slide.

You hadn’t meant to end up working at the water park. But Felix made it real hard to say no when he handed you an application form and said, “I’m bored. Come keep me company. You already hang around all the time anyway.”

And yeah, it was the perfect summer. You were staying at that beachside campground for two whole months—riding your bike through the little streets with your headphones in, picking up drinks from the cafe with sand still on your feet, leaving your towel over the railings of the snack shack to dry in the sun. It felt like a dream. A little world all its own.

So you said yes.

Today was slow. Barely any kids around. Everyone must’ve gone back to school or was too sunburned from the weekend to show up. You and Felix were on break, sprawled in those plastic pool chairs, yours shaded by a half-broken umbrella, and his back leaned into your chest as you sat behind him, your legs on either side of his hips.

“You have so much hair,” you murmured, fingers working through the knots gently, twisting little braids through the soft curls.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“No, it’s perfect. Just…” You gave one of the braids a tug. “A lot of work.”

He snorted and tilted his head back to look at you, upside down. “You love it. Don’t lie.”

You rolled your eyes, but your hands never stopped braiding. “If I tug hard enough, maybe you’ll shut up for once.”

Felix just grinned, eyes bright behind his sunglasses. “You threatening me with a good time?”

You flicked water at the back of his neck, and he let out a little yelp, twisting in your arms with a playful scowl. Then he went still again, resting his head against your thigh like it belonged there, like he’d been made to fit between your legs on a lazy summer afternoon.

The breeze blew warm across your skin. The distant sound of waves crashed from down the road, and the seagulls cried as they circled the snack bar.

He sighed.

“I’m glad you got the job.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice soft now. “I like you here.”

You smiled, tugging the last braid into place. “I like me here too.”

He turned, still between your legs, arms draped over them now, chin resting on your knee. He looked up at you, and for a second, all the cockiness melted.

“You’ll come back next summer, right?”

You leaned down, brushing his bangs away from his eyes.

“If you’re here,” you whispered, “I’m here.”

He grinned again, wide and beautiful, and you watched him grab the whistle around his neck and blow it obnoxiously loud just to break the moment.

You shoved him off your lap, laughing as he fell to the concrete with a loud “Ow—rude!!” but neither of you could stop smiling.

The sun burned above you.

Summer was nowhere near over.

It had been creeping up for weeks—every shared laugh at the top of the slide, every tug of his braid while he melted in your lap, every slow morning spent biking past his camper while he waited at the end of the road, already smirking like he knew you’d come by.

And then one slow afternoon, water dripping from his elbows and hair sun-bleached at the tips, he finally did it.

“So like,” he said, pretending to busy himself with the floaty, not looking at you, “do you wanna go to that restaurant near the beach sometime? The one with the candles and the seafood pasta and all the tiny forks?”

You blinked at him. He was tugging at the strap of his whistle like it might choke him if he didn’t fidget with something.

You smiled. “You’re asking me out, Lee Felix?”

He looked at you then, hair still damp, cheeks flushed in the heat. “I’ll even pick you up. Promise.”

He showed up in his car just after golden hour had started, when the campground streets were bathed in honey-colored light and kids were still biking barefoot with towels dragging behind them. You waited on your porch, sandals dangling from your fingers, the hem of your strapless white dress brushing just above your knees. Salt still clung to your hair from a dip in the ocean the day before, and your cheeks were sunburn-warm.

Felix honked once—light, sheepish—before stepping out to greet you.

He leaned against the side of his car, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other waving when he saw you coming. That pale blue button-up shirt he wore made him look every bit like the coastal boy he was, the first couple buttons undone, sleeves rolled casually to the elbows. His gold curls were still slightly damp, like he’d showered last minute and let the wind do the rest.

When you opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, he smiled over at you, the tips of his ears a little pink. “You look—wow. You look really pretty.”

You laughed, brushing your fingers through your sea-tangled hair. “Should’ve warned you I’m still half beach bum.”

“Perfect,” he muttered, backing out of the driveway.

The restaurant was tucked right by the beach downtown—tiny, warm, flickering light glowing through the windows. But you didn’t go inside at first. You wandered.

The pier was quieter now. The sun was starting to bleed into the horizon, pinks and oranges melting into the sky like someone spilled paint across the clouds. You leaned against the wooden railing, watching the water churn and lap underneath, and next to you, Felix stood awkwardly.

He wasn’t his usual self. No teasing quips. No playful shoulder bumps. Just quiet glances. Hands buried deep in his pockets. Breath caught somewhere between his chest and his throat.

You glanced down and watched as his hand inched closer to yours. He hesitated when your pinky brushed his.

Then—finally—he intertwined your fingers, the grin tugging at his lips too proud, too pleased.

Dinner was slow, easy, the kind of comfortable that only comes when the heat of the day still clings to your skin and the candles flicker like lazy fireflies between you. The restaurant was quiet, waves crashing faintly in the distance, sand still in the grooves of your sandals.

Felix sat across from you, glowing gold in the candlelight.

You watched him laugh mid-bite, hand covering his mouth, curls falling across his face, and before you could stop it, it just slipped out

“You’re so pretty, Lix.”

He froze. Blinked. Then you watched it happen: the flush creeping from his collarbones up to his ears, bright red and impossible to ignore. His eyes dropped to the table, his whole face lighting up like he’d just swallowed the candle between you.

You groaned into your hands, already regretting how fast your mouth worked. “Oh my god, I didn’t mean to say that out loud—”

“Yes, you did,” he said, laughing now, biting his lip as he peeked at you through his lashes. “You meant it.”

The night ended quietly, the kind of quiet that hummed under your skin. Felix drove you back with the windows down, ocean breeze tangling your hair, his fingers brushing yours on the center console every so often.

When he pulled up outside your beach house, he hesitated—lingering in the driver’s seat like he didn’t want to say goodbye just yet. You leaned in to thank him, but he caught your gaze with that soft, unsure smile, eyes flicking to your lips just once.

And then he kissed you. Sweet and a little shy, tasting like salt air and summertime.

When he pulled away, still close, he whispered, “I’ve been wanting to do that since i saw you in that dress.”

[fluffylino]

loner ! minho - drabble

you've observed him in your classes. he's hot. he's always by himself. little did you know he was fascinated with you too...

-contains mature themes (risky sex oops)

minho's in your class. he's there almost for every single lecture. never skipping unless he didn't show up to uni.

theres something about him that makes your heart race. maybe because you were just like him. the silent ones in the class who mostly sat right at the back where you could be at peace and avoid most interactions.

somehow the two of y'all never sat together, sometimes sitting on opposite ends of the small class or maybe on the bench infront. you watch him at times whenever the lesson content gets boring. taking in the sight of him paying attention.

was he really paying attention or was he just lost in his thoughts?

were you ever in his thoughts?

did you ever make an appearance in his mind?

.

.

its a long day. back to back lectures since 8 in the morning and you're tired. this time your class was being held in a small private classroom that nearly no one knew about except the people in this specific class.

neatly taking off your shoes outside the carpetted stairway.

noticing the larger pair of combat boots that are tucked away from all the other shoes.

mindlessly you keep your shoes near his. because he had mindlessly been doing that for the past few weeks. placing his shoes next to yours.

silently entering the class, only to realise you had losf track of time in the canteen. 10 mins since your class had begun and here you were.

heart thumping nervously at all the eyes on you, as you quietly scutter to an empty chair. the teacher has made all of y'all sit in a semi circle. for more integration and freedom.

and you find yourself seated directly across minho. taking in the sight of him entirely as your professor absentmindedly continues talking about something.

your eyes can't help but trail down to his hands. watching him crack his knuckles and adjust the rings he wore on his digits.

the black shirt complimenting his physique and his leisure way of sitting making your stomach churn with arousal.

why were you finding him so ravishing today? seeing him so upfront worked wonders on your imaginative brain.

blinking slowly as you thought of how his fingers would feel against your body. maybe even between your legs...

blushing heavily when he glances at you briefly. and from the corner of your eye, you swear you see him hide a smirk.

.

.

class is over and you're about to leave when you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. and you're quick to turn around.

masking on a kind smile which immediately falters.

"wait back with me..." its him.

bag slinging across his shoulder as he stands beside you. quietly waiting for everyone to leave. with a long stride, he closely the door of the classroom. latching it smoothly and for a second you think he's uncomfortable with you.

what if he noticed how obvious you were.

"u-uh is everything o-okay?" you mumble, taking a few steps back when he stands in front of you. minimizing the gap as much as possible.

"i don't know, you tell me..." he lets out, tilting his head with intent. your mouth opens and closes. going speechless and every single coherent thought escaping your mind.

"...i d-don't know" you stutter unconciously. struggling to maintain eye contact with him. looking anywhere but at his eyes.

"do you...." he starts off. clearing his throat before looking at the latched door for a second, turning to purse his lips at you in a somewhat shy manner.

your bag sliding off one of your shoulder's and falling on the ground with a soft thud when he holds your chin.

making you look up at him the whole time.

"do you want to eat ramyeon...with me?"

minho whispers. purposefully leaning closer to breath heavy on your parted lips. your own breath shaking as you unconciously refuse to create a gap between y'all.

"or am i just eye candy for you?" he adds with a playful tone.

"no! i mean...n-no. you're more than just...that"

you mumble, cheeks heating up furiously. eye candy? that meant he knew you were watching him.

"well this eye candy's wondering if you just wanna keep staring at him or instead do something about it..."

.

.

.

"is this what you were dreaming of"

minho whispers huskily, hand stuffed down your pants. pulling you higher up on his lap. fingers tracing over your cunt. your nervousness dying down when he touches you like he's meant to be the only one touching you so intimately.

"m-sorry" you whimper. feeling concerned with yourself for imagining such vile things. filthy dirty thoughts during innocent moments.

"no baby, this is what i dreamt of too"

rubbing his middle and ring finger up against your folds. teasingly feeling up your clit. knowing that this was the first time you'd let anyone touch you like this.

"dreamt of dirtier things...so fucking filthy"

slipping his digit past your entrance and you keen. stomach burning with the unfamiliar intrusion.

"thought of you riding me on one of these stupid chairs" minho breathes out. curling his digits upwards to rub your walls. grunting when you grind down on his fingers.

"m-me too...wanted to ride you...want to ride you"

you gasp out, covering your mouth at the risks y'all were taking. an empty locked classroom.

"your s-shoes" and he smiles.

"you noticed. couldn't get over the size difference"

he teases, pulling his fingers out to lick them seductively. deciding to draw fast rough circles on your clit. stimulating the bundle of nerves so fast that you shake in his hold.

"don't you have class?" he asks, knowing damn well that right now class was the last thing on your mind.

"i have you." you moan, praying that luck ws on your side and that you'd get the time to taste him...

.

.

.

.

.

inspired by the dream i had last night AAAAAAA im screaming without the s-

[hansungie01]

Felix Drabble

Contains: SoftDom!Felix x Fem!Reader, unprotected sex, praising, unestablished relationship (Felix and reader are best friends)

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Just a quick drabble, also the first fic I've written about Felix. Enjoy!

-----------------------------------

You had originally invited Felix over for a movie marathon night at your place. It had been a long time since you'd seen each other, with work and ordinary life often getting in the way. Luckily, you had managed to find time where both of you were free, so of course you made plans to have him spend the night so you and him would have plenty of time to catch up.

You two spent a majority of the night chatting through most of the movies you put on, discussing your daily lives - your unpleasant coworkers, recent dating experiences, and eventually turning to your sex lives. Even that conversation seemed casual at first, neither too explicit nor too awkward.

But when your best friend found out that you had never experienced pleasure beyond your own hands, he had made it his mission to rectify that. You couldn’t even remember when the conversation had turned sexual, or why the conversation had flipped in the first place. But with the flip of a switch, Felix was suddenly determined to be your first, to be the one to show exactly what real pleasure was.

“I can teach you,” he had said nonchalantly, despite his heart racing at the prospect of corrupting you, of being the first to make you feel good, seeing you come undone on top of him. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it before, late at night in the comfort of his own bed. You couldn’t deny that you had also thought about it before, what it would be like to be touched by him and how he would feel inside of you. So, after little deliberation, you agreed.

And that's how you ended up in this scenario, laying on his couch with half your clothing discarded and the movies still playing in the background while you rode him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“That’s it, you’re doing so good”

Felix spoke with a soft voice, almost dropping to a whisper. His hands were positioned delicately at your sides, fitting right in the space between your thighs and your hips. Your hands were placed on his chest, gripping onto his hoodie for balance.

The couch you'd both been lying on was cramped, with only enough room for the two of you when Felix sat upright with his head and shoulders resting on the arm rest and his legs bent. It was tight, but you didn't protest, as it provided you an excuse to cling to his clothing while you adjusted to his size. Even though you had nothing to compare him to, Felix still felt big, and it had taken you a while for the feeling to turn from bearable pain into pleasure.

Now, the feeling was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Sure, you had touched yourself many times, in the privacy of your own room where no one could hear you. But the real thing? You couldn’t even find the words to describe it unless those words were incoherent groans. Even the slightest of movements caused you throat to let out sounds that you couldn’t control.

Felix moved your hips forward once he felt your body relaxing, guiding them against his own. You gasped, the friction causing your walls to clench around him repeatedly. It took everything in him not to fuck you harder, to wrap his arms around your waist and thrust himself into you while you whined into the crook of his neck, begging him for more. But he knew this was your first time, and so he pushed that thought into the back of his mind for the time being.

“You’re okay, baby, you’re doing great”, he reassured you as he rubbed your hips in his palms. “Think you can start moving on your own now?”

He spoke with such gentleness that you could feel your heart physically melting at his tone. You nodded, closing your eyes as you began moving your hips back and forth, this time at your own pace.

“Like that?”, you asked him, your eyes still closed shut and your hands still gripping onto his hoodie.

“Yeah baby, just like that”, he nodded as he bit his lip, taking his hands off of your hips to watch them as they rolled against his cock. “Back and forth. There you go, taking me so well”

His words were only encouraging you more, and soon, you were moving completely on your own.

“Feels a little bit different than your fingers, huh?”, he teased, recalling the moment when you told him that the only pleasure you had ever felt came from your own fingers.

You opened your eyes to look down at him, taking in the sight of your best friend below you. His eyes were dazed, a slight smirk present on his face. Despite the baggy hoodie he was wearing, you could still see his chest rising and falling from beneath it. You had never truly expected to see him this way.

But of course, neither did he. Only in his dreams could he imagine being able to see his best friend on top of him like this, let alone being the first one to do so. He was your first, the first one to ruin you for anyone else to come. Before tonight, you had always been so innocent to him, always keeping your sex life private and blushing whenever someone brought up the topic. It was adorable to him, the way you turned away at the mention of sex, like you barely even knew what it was.

Of course, he knew you weren’t as innocent as you led others to believe, and deep down, he always wanted to be the one to pull all those dirty little thoughts from behind that innocent face of yours. It wasn’t until tonight where he finally got the chance to, and he was soaking in every single moment he could.

You groaned from on top of him. “Feels better”

“Better?”, he chuckled, repeating your words back to you.

You hummed in response, moving your hips quicker as the pleasure grew in intensity. “Yes, so good”

Before long, you felt a knot growing in your lower stomach, a feeling you had never managed to bring yourself to on your own. You knew you were close, that was the only thing this feeling could mean.

“Felix, I-“, you gasped, your hips stuttering just slightly as you clenched around him. “I think I’m gonna-“

“I know, baby”, he cooed as his breath caught in his throat, the thought of seeing you cum causing him to feel his own orgasm quickly approaching. He wanted to ruin you completely, feel your walls squeeze around him while you moaned out his name. His name, only his name.

He couldn’t take it anymore. His thoughts were running wild with the sight of you taking his cock inside of you, when only yesterday you’d blush if someone had even mentioned the topic altogether. His hips thrusted up into your core as his nails dug into your skin, now chasing his own high with the sounds of your loud moans ringing pleasantly in his ear. He opened his mouth to speak, giving you one last instruction before you finished.

“Say my name when you cum”, he asked, sounding more like a plead than a command. But the pleasure was getting to be too much for him, clouding his thoughts and preventing him from speaking in anything more than unsteady groans.

With one final strained moan of his name, you came around him. Your whole body shook on top of him as your hands scrambled to find something else to hang onto, eventually falling on his hands which had been gripping onto your hips.

Felix quickly lifted his hoodie up just before he pulled out, stroking his length as he came all over his stomach. The substance coated his abs, dripping down his hand and even falling on his thighs. The sight was so filthy to you - watching your best friend cum because of you, because of the way you felt around him. You would never say it out loud to him, but you had often fantasized about this very scenario yourself.

Felix’s breathing slowed down as his orgasm eventually passed, looking back up at you with a dazed look of admiration plastered on his face. He rubbed his clean hand along your side, not in a sexual manner, but more of a relaxed manner, like he was trying to calm you down. Your body was still shaking, not used to sensation of pleasure not self-inflicted.

“You’re so beautiful like this”, he mumbled. “And all because of me”

You blushed at his words. Even though you were only friends, you were sure this would become a reoccurring event for the both of you. Felix had ruined you, both mentally and physically, for any person yet to come.

But you weren’t complaining, especially when he had ability to pleasure you in ways you couldn’t have imagine prior to tonight. He had indeed ruined you, in the best way possible.

“All because of you”, you confirmed.

[seungiesz]

work husband

seo changbin x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 503

lila’s notes- changbin just screamssss domestic doesn’t he?

changbin could not believe that he got stood up.

the two of you had a routine, he would finish up with his 12:30 client and you would finish your midday tasks. leaving the two of you with enough time to eat lunch at 1:15 before his 2 o'clock client came in.

usually, you were the first to arrive and wait up for changbin, but it was nearly 1:30 with no sign of you. he pulled out his phone to call you, but worried he would come off as clingy.

why should he care so much about meeting up with you anyway? the two of you never officially made plans to meet everyday, it was just a pattern you two fell into after you kept coincidentally seeing each other at the same restaurant while on your break.

so why did your absence affect changbin so much? grabbing lunch together didn’t mean anything. it was just two people who work at the same gym spending their break together.

sure people called you guys a “work couple”, but it didn’t mean anything. it only made changbin’s ears turn a little red and sent the butterflies he had in his stomach whenever you’re around into overdrive.

the two of you never thought much of the title, it wasn’t like you didn’t see him every weekday. while you would work the front desk, he would spark up conversations with you whenever he got the chance in between clients. of course you two would grow to be close.

but friends don’t care that much when one of them misses a lunch date that technically wasn’t even a date. so why was he still waiting for you even though he only had 15 minutes now until his next client came in?

he never got the chance to answer because a familiar voice calling out to him made his mind go blank.

“bin! i’m sorry i’m late, a new person was signing up, and we kept running into problems with their card.”

he turned to see your tired expression and guilt on your face, “i’m so sorry for making you wait. lunch is on me today.

hearing your voice was enough to satisfy him for years without eating. he laughed, “you know it’s not good to keep your work husband waiting.”

“i apologize, i’ve been a such horrible wife,” you sigh as you go along with his joke. “but hopefully i can make up for it with free lunch and a new client for you?”

“you know me too well” he replied with a smile. “you’re the best work wife i could ask for.”

you laughed as you rolled your eyes and walked up to the cashier, changbin following behind you.

sure it was a fun joke the two of you had going on, but changbin couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to go on an actual date with you, one that would be considered a date and you wouldn’t just be his work wife.

[leriexoxo]

SKZ HEADCANONS (18+)

Stray Kids And How They Talk You Through It (OT8)

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

🐺 Bang Chan

“Shh, baby… you’re doing so good f’me. That’s it, take it. Look how perfect you stretch around me.”

🍊 Big, girthy, and he knows it’s a challenge — but that just turns him on more.

🍊 He’ll kiss all over your body while slowly easing in, watching your face for every reaction.

🍊Talks you through it like it’s a love song and a porn scene combined: “Breathe, baby… feel me splitting you open? That’s it. God, you’re so tight.”

🍊Constant praise and possessiveness: “Only I fit this deep. No one else. Say it.”

🍊Might hold your hips down if you squirm away, but never without saying, “I got you. I won’t hurt you—unless you beg.”

🐰 Lee Know

“What, too big? Thought you could take it, sweetheart. You were so cocky before.”

🫐Smug, slow, cruel — takes so much satisfaction in watching you struggle.

🫐Will slide just the tip in and whisper, “This all you can take?” while his smirk deepens.

🫐Makes you work for it: “No hands. Sit on it. Take every inch or you’re not getting any more.”

🫐Mocking affection: “Aww, are you crying already? You look so pretty when you’re overwhelmed.”

🫐Has you screaming and shaking before he even starts moving: “Told you, baby. I ruin people.”

🐷🐰 Changbin

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Sucking me in like you missed this dick.”

🌸Thick and veiny, built to wreck you — and he knows how to use it.

🌸Loves watching your body tremble trying to handle his size. “Can feel me in your stomach, huh? Touch it. Right there.”

🌸Gets filthy: “Bet your little hole never had a stretch like this. Gonna break you in real nice.”

🌸Voice gets deep and raspy when he’s close: “Don’t run now. You begged for this cock. Take it all.”

🌸Might wrap a hand around your throat just to feel your moan vibrate through your skin or put you in a headlock once he finds his rhythm.

🥝 Hyunjin

“Feel every inch, baby. Don’t rush. I want you to remember this stretch for days.”

🍀Long and curved, Hyunjin takes pride in making you feel every ridge, every inch.

🍀Whispering in your ear with that velvet voice: “Look at you… struggling already and I’m not even halfway.”

🍀Holds your hands tight while he pushes deeper: “I know it’s too much. Let me help you.”

🍀Moans with you, for you — your pain and pleasure turn him on like nothing else.

🍀Aftercare is his religion. But so is watching your legs shake while he slides deeper.

🐿️ Jisung

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so hard—shit—how do you even fit me like that?”

🧶Surprisingly big, and completely overwhelmed by how good you feel.

🧶Absolute filth flies out his mouth: “This hole was made for my cock, huh? Look how greedy it is.”

🧶Goes from joking to deranged moaning real fast.

🧶“If I go any deeper, you’ll feel me in your throat. Wanna try?”

🧶Whimpers when he bottoms out. “God, you’re gonna make me cum just from this…”

🧶Zero self-control. None. You’ll be shaking and he’ll ask if you’re ready for round two.

🐥 Felix

“Let me in, angel. I’ll be gentle… until you beg me not to be.”

🪻Starts soft, deep voice murmuring: “Tell me if it hurts, I’ll go slow…”

🪻But the moment you take more of him? Switch flipped.

🪻Deep groans from that Aussie accent: “That’s it, take it all. Let me ruin you.”

🪻Will pull your hips back to meet his thrusts: “Running from it won’t help, baby.”

🪻Kisses your spine while he drives it in: “So proud of you. Taking all this dick like my good little toy.”

🐶Seungmin

“You said you could take it. Now shut up and prove it.”

❤️Smirks at your struggle. Zero mercy.

❤️“That’s just the tip. You’re already whining? Pathetic.”

❤️Holds your legs up, pinned and spread wide, just so he can watch your face contort.

❤️“Look at this. You’re stretched to the limit, and you still want more?”

❤️Keeps a hand over your mouth if you get too loud — unless he wants to hear you scream his name.

❤️Doesn’t stop until you’re completely spent — and even then, he’ll say, “One more time. You can do it.”

🦊Jeongin

“Aw, poor noona. Thought I’d be sweet? That’s your mistake.”

🦋Deceptively polite, until he’s inside you.

🦋“Told you it wouldn’t fit? Guess we’re proving you wrong.”

🦋Has that sadistic edge — gets off on your struggle, but coos through it: “Shh, breathe. That’s it. Take all of me.”

🦋Will make you watch as he pushes deeper: “Look how far I’m in. You’re unreal, babe.”

🦋Might leave hickeys on your thighs or your lower belly while he rocks into you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Authors note: This one was inspired by @neukdaeng comment on the previous head canon 🤭 Any more suggestions?? Bring them dirtyyyy 🤩❤️

Taglist: @tsunderelino @innieandsungielover @inlovewithstraykids @reignessance @jeonismm @herejusttemporary @krssliu @kenia4 @miilquetoast @thackery-blinks @suga-is-bae @butterflydemons @inejghafawifesblog @minchanlimbo @mal-lunar-28 @breakmeofftbr @itvenorica124 @slut4junho @deepblueocean97 @thequibbie @yaorzu-blog @imagine-all-the-imagines @just-bria @mischievousleeknow @ifyxu @thelostprincessofasgard @binniebb @sillylittlecat1 @darkwitchoferie @m-325 @headfirstfortoro @imseungminsgf @ihrtlix @hwangjoanna @swordswallower2000 @niki007 @yxna-bliss @firelordtsuki @justwonder113 @mbioooo0000 @sammhisphere @nebugalaxy @cutecucumberkimberly @chancloud8 @sunflwerstar @shxdowofdarkness @aeyla @annyeongffs @beppybeesnuggets @iamwritteninyourstars @crisle19 @stxysakura @ocean-glacierblue

[strayingawayy]

i'm all ears...

...the one where minho's there to listen, even when you've forgotten the sound of your own voice.

the night does something to lee minho.

sarcastic comments and playful bantering turn into drowsy, lovesick eyes and lips that are forever pressed to your skin. and you wouldn't have it any other way.

usually, you melt into it. usually, atleast.

but tonight, you are tired.

sweet suffering jesus, you are so fucking tired.

you don’t say it. you don’t have to. minho notices the second he slips under the covers, hair damp, skin smelling like something clean, something warm. his fingers ghost over your jaw, barely there, but still enough to tell.

you’re more tired than you were yesterday.

minho knows silences. he understands the way they settle in rooms, in bodies, in the spaces between words left unsaid. he knows the difference between the silence that means talk to me and the silence that means stay, but don’t ask.

this is the latter.

so he doesn’t ask. he doesn’t press.

instead, he shifts closer, pulling the blankets over you like he’s tucking you into the safest place in the world. and it is, with soondoongdori curled around your lying figure as minho pushes your hair up and presses a kiss to your forehead. a silent promise that he'll be there when you wake up.

and then, just before sleep takes you, his fingers find yours under the sheets. a pinky hooked around yours, small but certain.

i’m here, it says. i’m all ears, when you’re ready.

the weight of exhaustion sits heavy on your chest, pressing into the space between your ribs, curling into your lungs and making it hard to breathe on the nights minho isn't with you. you’re not sure when it started. this endless ache, this feeling of running on fumes, but minho notices. he always does.

he doesn’t ask you to explain. doesn’t tell you that you should rest more, or that you should take care of yourself better. he knows you know all of that already. knows that sometimes, knowing isn’t enough.

so he stays.

somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, you feel him shift, feel the whisper of his lips against your temple.

“sleep," he murmurs, voice like a tide rolling in. steady. certain. home.

and for the first time in what feels like forever, you do.

...

when you wake, it’s to the smell of tangerines and something warm, something sweet. the sheets beside you are empty, but only just, his warmth lingers in the space where he lay, in the pillow that still smells like him as you're greeted by the felines that make his home, along with you.

you hear the soft shuffle of sock clad feet in the next room, the faint sound of a knife against a cutting board.

when you sit up, minho is already there, standing in the doorway with a small plate of fruit in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. his hair is still a little messy, his hoodie hanging loose on his frame, lips slightly pouty and ready to be kissed, should you want to.

"good morning," he says, and there’s something about the way he looks at you, like he’s been waiting for you to wake up, like he’s been making sure the world is soft enough for you to return to, that makes your chest ache in a way that has nothing to do with exhaustion.

he walks over, setting the plate down beside you before sitting at the edge of the bed. his fingers find yours again, slow, careful, tracing the lines of your palm.

“eat first,” he says, because eating was always a priority with him. “then tell me what’s on your mind.”

it’s not a request. it’s not a demand. it’s just him, letting you move at your own pace. letting you have the space to breathe, to exist.

so you do. you take a bite of the orange he peeled for you, let the juice burst bright and sweet against your tongue.

and when you finally speak, when the words finally come, tentative but real...he listens.

like soft paws listen to the steady hum of home.

[minminbunny]

I found your work bc of the stalker x stalker drabble and I've been reading everything since. Absolutely love your writing !! Really into the stalker x stalker one though. Kind of itching for more 👀

Stalker X Stalker AU - Domestic Creeper! Bang Chan/Habituated Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

💕Drabble Masterlist

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

💛I'm backk, Degree is way harder than Foundation, my efforts poured into those 28 weeks of long semester and now I'm back heree. I hope I didn't mess up the pronouns part, do let me know. I'm kinda under a time constraint at the moment. Luv luv luv to be back >-<

You looked over your shoulder, feeling a looming presence following behind. "It's getting dark," you murmured, taking out your flashlight. Your home wasn't far from here. "Right, there's nothing to eat at home," you realised, stopping by a convenience store. The presence gradually faded as you looked for ingredients. You turned around and saw nothing as you stepped out of the store. "I must have been tired," you yawned, stretching your arms. You unlocked your door, removing your shoes as you entered. 

"Soup sounds so good right now," you groaned, boiling a pot of broth, adding the ingredients you bought earlier. Your phone rang mid-way, "Hello?" you answered, pressing your phone between your ear and shoulder. "Hey, baby. You got home?" the voice asked. You hummed, grabbing a ladle and bowl, "Yup, safe and sound. You really need to work on your horny intent. I could sense you a mile away," you grumbled, tasting the soup. "Aww, should I? I thought you liked the fact that you could feel me but not see me?" the voice teased.

You rolled your eyes. "I always had visuals on you. I just like playing along," you grumbled, chewing on a tofu. The voice chuckled, "Oh? You did that just for me?" they cooed, their breathing coming slightly staggery. You hummed, "Only you," you said, washing your bowl. You furrowed your eyebrows, hearing running water from your phone. "Boo," Chan whispered, blowing against yout nape. You shivered at the sensation, "Menace," you grumbled, leaning back against his chest.

Chan chuckled, kissing your shoulders, "Missed me?" he teased, nipping at your skin. You tilted your head, giving him more space, "Maybe? Did you get my gift?" you asked, pinching his cheek. Chan smirked, "The letter covered in kisses and the pen drive? Of course, I did. I watched you plant it after all," he said, hooking his chin above your head. You huffed, "I planned well for that. You should've looked away," you sulked, crossing your arms. 

Chan cooed, "Aww, but how could I? You looked so pretty making a mess on my sheets, babydoll." he chuckled, inhaling your scent. "Why don't we recreate it?" he said, nibbling the tip of your ear. 

NFSW BELOW CUT

AFAB

"That's it, babygirl," Chan groaned, gripping your hips. You whined, glaring at him through your half-lidded eyes, "I wasn't this slow," you sulked, trying to grind your hips faster, but Chan kept his grip firm. Chan chuckled, "Oh really? Your pretty pussy tells me otherwise. Such a messy little thing," he hummed, swiping his fingers between your dripping folds. You bucked your hips, craving more of his touch, "Please, please, please. Haven't I been good? I've been such a good girl," you pleaded, lips wobbling with need. 

Chan cooed, "You know I can't resist your dirty little begs, babygirl." he chuckled, flipping you on your back. You whined as Chan hooked your calves against his sides, "There we go, pretty girl all messy and open for me," he growled, slapping his heavy cock on your puffy folds. You twitched at the slaps, "Hah, ah, ah," you panted, clenching around nothing. Chan clenched his jaw, "This pretty cunt is all mine, babygirl. Your body is all mine as I am yours," he groaned, pressing the tip of his cock against your fluttering pussy.

You whined, "Need you so bad, need you now," you hiccuped, wrapping your arms around his nape. Chan cooed, pampering kisses on your face as he eased in with a single deep thrust. Your jaw slacked open at the stretch, "Fuck, fuck, hah," you whimpered, staring at him with half-lidded eyes. Chan groaned, rubbing your hips, "Deep breaths, babygirl," he coaxed, gently bucking his hips. "Hgh, ah, ah," you moaned, nodding your head when he asked to fuck you faster.

"Hah, hah, ah! There!" you sobbed, clinging onto his shoulder. Your neck and jaw are marked up with hickeys of all sizes. Chan groaned, thrusting his cock at the gummy spot within your inner walls, "Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're so fucking tight," he hissed, sweat dripping down the tips of his hair. You whimpered, clenching hard around his throbbing length as your climax buzzed through your body. Chan gritted his teeth, "Fuck, take it. Take my fucking cum, pretty girl," he groaned, coating your inner walls with fluids of white.

Chan chuckled, seeing your chest rise and fall at a steady pace, "So sleepy already?" he teased, pampering kisses all over your face and neck. He looked at your bedside table, seeing a familiar Skzoo plush facing him. "You think you're so sly, baby. Did you really think one silly camera is enough for you to flip the table on me?" he chuckled, nuzzling your jaw. "Your home is littered with them, pretty. I can't wait for you to find more," Chan smirked, rolling you on top of him. 

AMAB

"That's it, babyboy," Chan groaned, gripping your hips. You whined, glaring at him through your half-lidded eyes, "I wasn't this slow," you sulked, trying to grind your hips faster, but Chan kept his grip firm. Chan chuckled, "Oh really? Your pretty hole tells me otherwise. Such a messy little thing," he hummed, swiping his fingers between your dripping cockhead. You bucked your hips, craving more of his touch, "Please, please, please. Haven't I been good? I've been such a good boy," you pleaded, lips wobbling with need. 

Chan cooed, "You know I can't resist your dirty little begs, babyboy." he chuckled, flipping you on your back. You whined as Chan hooked your calves against his sides, "There we go, pretty boy all messy and open for me," he growled, slapping his heavy cock on your puffy rim. You twitched at the slaps, "Hah, ah, ah," you panted, clenching around nothing. Chan clenched his jaw, "This pretty hole is all mine, babyboy. Your body is all mine as I am yours," he groaned, pressing the tip of his cock against your fluttering hole.

You whined, "Need you so bad, need you now," you hiccuped, wrapping your arms around his nape. Chan cooed, pampering kisses on your face as he eased in with a single deep thrust. Your jaw slacked open at the stretch, "Fuck, fuck, hah," you whimpered, staring at him with half-lidded eyes. Chan groaned, rubbing your hips, "Deep breaths, babyboy," he coaxed, gently bucking his hips. "Hgh, ah, ah," you moaned, nodding your head when he asked to fuck you faster.

"Hah, hah, ah! There!" you sobbed, clinging onto his shoulder. Your neck and jaw are marked up with hickeys of all sizes. Chan groaned, thrusting his cock at your swollen prostate, "Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're so fucking tight," he hissed, sweat dripping down the tips of his hair. You whimpered, clenching hard around his throbbing length as your climax buzzed through your body. Chan gritted his teeth, "Fuck, take it. Take my fucking cum, pretty boy," he groaned, coating your inner walls with fluids of white.

Chan chuckled, seeing your chest rise and fall at a steady pace, "So sleepy already?" he teased, pampering kisses all over your face and neck. He looked at your bedside table, seeing a familiar Skzoo plush facing him. "You think you're so sly, baby. Did you really think one silly camera is enough for you to flip the table on me?" he chuckled, nuzzling your jaw. "Your home is littered with them, pretty. I can't wait for you to find more," Chan smirked, rolling you on top of him. 

[skzophreniic]

⍣ ೋ cw: soft pregnancy mention, implied smut, post-sex intimacy, emotional vulnerability, chris being extremely down bad, light humor, and overwhelming tenderness.

notes: in which you finally tell chan about your unexpected pregnancy.

The nausea comes in waves. Not sudden, but rising — quiet and cruel.

You slip out of bed on instinct, careful not to stir him. The room is dim, still painted in that pre-dawn blue where shadows blur soft against the walls. The floor’s cold under your feet, the silence heavier than usual.

You close the bathroom door behind you, but not fast enough to hide the sound.

You barely make it to the toilet.

Your body folds in on itself as you retch, one hand clutching the edge of the counter, the other pressed to your mouth. Your throat burns. Your eyes sting. You’re trembling again, just like yesterday. Just like every morning this week.

And you know exactly why.

But you haven’t told him.

Not yet.

The door clicks gently, and before you can even call out, he's there.

“Baby?” Chris’s voice is thick with sleep, curls still mussed, but his worry is immediate. 

He steps into the bathroom, barefoot and blinking against the light. You don’t turn around, can’t—your cheek is pressed to the cool porcelain, eyes shut tight, trying to keep the tears at bay.

You hear him crouch beside you. Feel the warmth of his palm, tentative but steady, on your back.

“Hey, hey…” he whispers, thumb rubbing soft, slow circles between your shoulder blades. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

You hate how kind he is. How easily he forgives the way you’ve been pulling away lately—your silence, the distance you keep curling between your bodies each night. You hate it because he still looks at you like you haven’t broken his heart in quiet, accidental pieces.

Like you haven’t been lying by omission.

“I’ll get you some water,” he says, already standing. But you reach back blindly, fingers clutching at his wrist.

His movement stills the second you touch him.

Your fingers curl weakly around his wrist, barely more than a brush, but he stays rooted like you’ve anchored him. He sinks back down beside you without hesitation, knees to the cold tile, one hand steadying you while the other moves to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Okay,” he murmurs. “I won’t go.”

Your fingers slip from his wrist to his forearm, anchoring there. Not tight, not pleading. Just... needing something solid. He shifts closer, gently tucking you against him, and you let him—half-curled over the toilet, cheek pressed now to the curve of his shoulder instead of cold porcelain.

It’s shameful how good it feels.

How much you missed him.

How much he still makes space for you, without question.

You breathe him in. Warm skin, sleep-soft cotton, the scent of dreams not yet dissolved. His hand returns to your back, tracing the same slow circles, patient and gentle. He doesn't rush you. Doesn’t push. Just stays.

A lump rises in your throat. You swallow it back down.

“You’ve been sick a lot lately,” he says quietly. “And I—I didn’t want to push, but… I was starting to worry.”

You close your eyes.

Tighter.

Like you can hold the truth inside your chest if you just try hard enough.

“I didn’t want you to worry,” you manage, voice paper-thin.

Chris lets out a small, broken exhale—half a laugh, half a sigh. His thumb is still tracing that same small circle on your back, over and over like a ritual.

“Too late, baby,” he says. “You know me. I worry when you don’t text back for ten minutes.”

You breathe out a tremble of a laugh. It barely escapes you.

He pulls you in a little more, his shoulder now against your cheek, his arm curling around your waist, like he could take this ache from you if you just let him.

“Come on,” he whispers. “Let’s get off this floor, yeah?”

You don’t protest. You let him help you up, let him walk you slowly back to bed. He moves around you like instinct — pulling the blankets over your legs, smoothing your hair back, propping a pillow behind your back like he knows how this all goes. Like you’ve always been this breakable.

He disappears into the kitchen, and you hear the kettle click on. The cupboard door. The soft clink of ceramic. It’s the kind of intimacy you never thought would undo you.

When he returns, he’s carrying a steaming mug. He sets the tea down, crawls in beside you, and tugs you gently against his chest. You go without hesitation this time. Your cheek finds his collarbone. His heartbeat is steady.

“Try to sip,” he murmurs, guiding your fingers to the mug. “Ginger and honey. Helps settle the stomach.”

You take a shaky breath. Sip once. Then again.

He strokes your arm, still not asking what’s wrong. Still just being.

“I don’t deserve you,” you whisper, the words too fragile to carry.

Chris doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t argue. Just presses his lips to your forehead, eyes closed.

“You’ve got me anyway.”

You hold the tea with both hands, and before you can stop yourself, before you can weigh the moment, it falls out—

“I’m pregnant.”

A beat.

Then two.

His breath catches just slightly. You feel it in the way his chest stills beneath your cheek.

“Yeah?” he says, quiet.

He doesn’t sound shocked.

Not really.

You feel his hand pause where it rests on your arm. Not jerked away, not pulled back—just still. Still like he’s been waiting for this. Still like he already knew.

You pull back just enough to look at him.

His face is soft in the low light. No widening of the eyes, no sharp intake of breath, no panic. Just a quiet kind of calm. Like he’s been holding this truth behind his teeth for days.

You blink. “You’re… not surprised.”

Chris gives you a small, lopsided smile, and there’s something tired in it. Something knowing.

“I kind of figured.”

You freeze.

Chris shifts slightly, just enough to press his lips to your temple. 

Your fingers tighten around the mug. “You… what?”

“I’ve known for a little while,” he says, and there’s no accusation in it. Just fact. “Not for sure, but… yeah. I knew.”

You pull back slowly, just enough to look up at him. His eyes meet yours, gentle and tired and a little sad around the edges.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?”

Chris exhales through his nose, brushing a thumb along your jaw. “Because I wanted you to tell me when you were ready. And if you never were—” he swallows, voice thickening, “—I figured I’d wait anyway.”

You stare at him. Your chest aches. He’s holding you like you haven’t broken his heart a hundred times over by keeping this to yourself.

“You should’ve been mad,” you whisper. “I pulled away. I lied. I let you think something was wrong with us.”

He shakes his head, thumb still moving, like he’s trying to wipe the guilt from your skin. “You didn’t lie,” he says softly. “You were scared. That’s not the same thing.”

“But—”

“Baby.”

The word silences you.

He shifts closer, rests his forehead to yours. The kind of closeness that feels like home, like breath shared between ribs.

“You’re pregnant,” he says quietly, like he’s still wrapping his heart around the truth. “That’s huge. That’s life-changing. You didn’t owe me a perfect response to that.”

Your eyes fill again. The tears this time are different—no longer the kind that come from fear, but from the ache of being known, and loved anyway.

“I didn’t want you to be disappointed,” you breathe.

Chris huffs a sound that’s half a laugh, half a sigh. “Disappointed?” He leans back, just enough to look at you fully. “Sweetheart, I’ve been walking around for the last two weeks trying not to hope too hard. Every time you flinched at the smell of eggs, I thought I was going to lose it.”

You blink.

He smiles, slow and tender. “I started carrying extra granola bars in my bag like some kind of dad training simulation.”

A laugh breaks from you, wet and surprised and a little wild. He kisses the sound off your cheek.

You want to believe him. God, you do.

But it still claws at you — the weight of it. The impossibility. The quiet voice that’s been whispering the same thing over and over since the first test turned positive.

Your laughter fades as quickly as it came, and you drop your gaze, fingers twisting in the hem of your shirt.

“But your career…”

The words are quiet. Almost too quiet. Like you’re afraid of waking something up by saying them aloud.

Chris stills.

You press on, slowly. “You have enough on your plate already. The tours. The schedules. The pressure. I didn’t want to be the reason everything got harder. I didn’t want you to feel… trapped.”

His face folds in on itself, soft and stunned, like your words physically knock the wind from him.

“Trapped?” he echoes. “Is that what you thought I’d feel?”

You swallow hard, shrugging helplessly. “You’ve worked your whole life for this. And I know what it looks like from the outside — you, me, suddenly pregnant in the middle of everything. Headlines. Rumors. People blaming me for pulling focus. I just… I didn’t want to be a detour.”

Chris is quiet for a moment. Not the kind of silence that stretches with tension, but the kind that holds something. Thoughtfulness. Heartbreak. The ache of someone hearing what wasn’t said aloud.

Then, softly:

“You think I care about headlines?”

You open your mouth, but he doesn’t give you the chance.

“You think I’d let any of that matter more than you?” His voice breaks—just enough to make your eyes sting again. “I don’t care what the outside looks like. I care about you. About the way you’ve been hurting and hiding it. About how you’ve been carrying all of this alone.”

He sits up a little straighter beside you, pulling your hands into his lap, like he needs to anchor both of you to the moment. His thumbs rub over your knuckles, steady and warm.

“I didn’t spend all this time building something just to let it become a cage,” he says. “I built it so I could choose what matters.”

Your lip trembles. You want to crawl into his words and never leave.

“I want this baby,” he says simply. “And I want you. And if that makes everything harder, then so be it. I’ve never been afraid of hard things. Just losing you.”

You press a shaky hand to your mouth, trying to bite back the sob threatening to rise.

Chris leans in, gently tugging your hands away to cup your cheeks.

“I love what I do,” he whispers. “But I love you more.”

And then, softer still—

“Let them talk. Let the whole world think what they want. I’ll hold your hand through every bit of it. I’ll shout it from the rooftops if that’s what you need.”

You break.

You fall forward into him and he catches you instantly, wrapping you up in the kind of hold that feels less like comfort and more like coming home. He rocks you slowly, like you’re something precious, and murmurs nothing but love into your hair until the shaking stops.

Neither of you speak for a while. Not in words. Just the rhythm of breath shared, the way his thumb never stops moving across your spine, the quiet tremble of your body as it starts to finally release the weight it's been holding for too long.

Eventually, you shift just enough to look up at him, eyes red and swollen.

“You’re really not scared?” you whisper.

Chris smiles. It’s tired, but steady. Steady in the way he’s always been.

“Oh, I’m terrified,” he says with a soft laugh. “But I’m not scared of us.”

His words settle into the quiet like a promise, like a hand pressed to a wound. Not to hide it—but to hold it. To keep it warm. To let it heal.

“I’m scared of screwing it up,” he admits. “Of not knowing what I’m doing. Of forgetting diapers at three in the morning and dropping the car seat manual in a puddle.”

You huff out a shaky laugh.

“But I’m not scared of loving you through this. Of being here. I want to mess it up with you. I want the sleepless nights and the ugly furniture and the weird little onesies your mom’s definitely going to send.”

You let your eyes close for a moment, breathing in the space between you. The safety of it. The calm after the unraveling.

Chris shifts behind you, easing both of you down beneath the covers again. His arms wrap around your waist from behind, palm splaying gently over your stomach—hesitant at first, then firmer, like he’s grounding himself to what’s real.

To what’s already begun.

“I don’t know how to do this,” you murmur, voice muffled against the pillow.

“Neither do I,” he says. “But I think we’ll figure it out. Together.”

His thumb draws soft, mindless circles against your skin. You can feel his breath on your shoulder, warm and even.

“We’re gonna be so bad at swaddling,” you whisper after a moment.

Chris snorts into your hair. “Horrible. Absolute disaster.”

“They’ll probably pee on us within the first ten minutes.”

He laughs again, and it rumbles through you like something holy.

“You mean they won’t wait twenty?” he teases. “Already disappointed in our future child’s manners.”

You smile. Not because the fear is gone. Not because it’s easy now. But because he’s still here. Still him. And somehow, even in the dark—especially in the dark—he’s made space for all of it.

You roll slightly, enough to face him, and he meets your gaze instantly. His eyes are red at the corners too, but soft. So soft.

You reach for his hand again. 

He gives it without hesitation.

______________________________________________________________

The sheets are still warm.

They’re tangled around your legs, half-forgotten, pulled low from where Chris tugged them back earlier in careful haste—like he couldn’t wait another second to feel you again. To love you the way he’d been aching to for weeks.

But it had been gentle. So slow. So careful it almost hurt.

He’d kissed you like he was scared you’d break beneath him. Like every part of you needed to be cherished differently now—worshipped not just because he loved you, but because you were carrying something he already did.

Now, the room is quiet again.

Not the sharp quiet from earlier—the kind lined with secrets and held breath. This silence is sweeter. Fuller. The kind that lingers in the air after closeness, after truth, after love has been made and remade and made again.

You lie curled in the sheets, his hoodie pooled beneath your head like a pillow, your body still humming from the weight of him—on you, in you, with you.

Chris is beside you. Propped on one elbow, hair a mess, eyes soft in the gold light pouring through the window.

He hasn’t stopped touching you.

His fingertips skim the slope of your stomach—slow, aimless strokes over skin still too tender. He traces the curve like it’s already changed. Like he can already see the future stretching beneath your navel.

“You sure you’re okay?” he murmurs, for the third—maybe fourth—time.

You smile, eyes fluttering closed. “I’m okay.”

“Did I hurt you at all?”

You open your eyes again, shifting to face him more. He looks almost pained asking it—like he’s still afraid he was too much, even though every touch had been measured, every motion guided by whispered I love yous and soft gasps.

You reach up, fingers brushing through his hair—so soft, still sleep-mussed, still clinging to last night’s weight. His eyes flutter at the contact.

“You didn’t hurt me, Chris,” you say gently, your thumb sweeping across his temple. “You couldn’t have. You were…” You pause, cheeks warming. “You were so good to me.”

He leans into your touch like it’s instinct, nose nudging your palm, lips brushing the edge of your wrist. “I just didn’t want to rush anything,” he mumbles. “I didn’t want to take from you.”

“You gave to me,” you correct quietly. “More than you know.”

His gaze finds yours again. And it’s so open—so filled with something fragile and gleaming that it nearly knocks the breath from your lungs.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be careful with someone the way I want to be with you,” he murmurs, hand still slow on your stomach. “Like every piece of you deserves a softer kind of love.”

Your throat tightens, eyes stinging with the tears you thought you’d already run out of. You don’t speak. You just lean forward and kiss him—soft and close and wordless. A promise.

When you pull back, Chris smiles, all crooked and boyish, like it still surprises him he gets to kiss you whenever he wants.

“Do you think…” he starts, then hesitates, biting down on his lower lip in that familiar way he does when he’s about to say something that scares him. “Do you think they can hear me yet?”

You blink. “Hear you?”

He shrugs, flushing a little. “I don’t know. Maybe not hear, but like—feel me.”

You smile, hand still resting over his where it sprawls protectively across your belly.

“I think,” you say, voice soft with wonder, “if they feel anything at all, it’s love.”

Chris lets out a slow breath, almost like a laugh, almost like a prayer. “Good,” he murmurs. “That’s all I want them to feel.”

And then he lowers himself again—carefully, reverently—so his face is level with your stomach, his curls brushing your skin. You feel his breath before his lips, warm and tender, and then—

“Hi,” he whispers. “It’s me again.”

You bite back a watery smile, brushing his hair back from his face. He doesn't look up. He’s focused, eyes closed, words blooming straight from his heart.

“You’re still tiny,” he says. “Probably the size of… I don’t know. A peanut? A lentil?”

You laugh softly. “A blueberry, I think.”

Chris grins against your skin. “Okay. Hi, blueberry.”

The tears return, but this time they don’t sting. They soothe. You let them fall.

Chris presses another kiss, slower this time. “Your mom is amazing. She’s strong, and patient, and really stubborn when she wants to be—don’t get any ideas—but she’s also the kindest person I’ve ever met. And she loves you already. So much.”

You can’t breathe. Or maybe you just don’t want to—don’t want to disturb the moment, the hush in the room, the way it feels like the world has paused just to let him say this.

“And I love you, too,” he adds, softer now. “Even if you’re already making her throw up every morning.”

You snort.

Chris finally looks up at you, face glowing with something boyish and stunned. Like he’s still adjusting to the weight of the word dad and how it might belong to him now.

“Do you think it’s okay to be happy yet?” he whispers. “Or is it too early?”

You blink, startled by the softness of the question. It’s not a doubt in you. It’s a doubt in himself—the way he was used to waiting for the world to collapse anytime something good entered the picture.

You tilt his face fully toward you, one hand on his cheek, the other still resting over his on your belly.

“It’s okay,” you whisper back. “We’re allowed to be happy.”

Chris leans into your palm, lashes kissing your skin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Even if it’s early. Even if it’s messy. We’re allowed.”

A long breath leaves his chest. When he exhales, it sounds like something unknots inside him.

“Okay,” he says. And then again, firmer: “Okay.”

He kisses your belly once more—then your ribs, then your shoulder, and finally your lips, slow and sure and lingering like he’s learning the shape of this new beginning through you.

Your breath catches.

Because there’s something different in this kiss—less cautious than before, less tentative. Still tender, still full of awe, but threaded now with a kind of ache. A hunger not for your body, but for closeness. For reassurance. For the promise of you and him and this tiny, impossible future you’re building together.

You kiss him back. Let your hands curl into the soft cotton at his shoulders, let your mouth part beneath his. He deepens it without a word, like your response is all the permission he’s ever needed.

Chris exhales against your lips, the sound low, almost relieved. His hand slides from your belly to your waist, guiding you gently onto your back, careful not to press too hard, like he’s still remembering how much softer the world has become.

You pull him with you, fingers in his hair now, breath mingling as he settles between your legs, his weight familiar, comforting. Not heavy—never heavy. He’s holding himself up even now, even in this, like you’re precious. Like he can’t risk the smallest part of you going untouched, unnoticed, unloved.

His kiss grows slower. Deeper. Tongue brushing yours, mouth warm and open and wanting, but not hurried. Nothing about him is hurried. He maps you like he’s memorizing—not rediscovering your body, but learning what it means now, with the quiet miracle curled inside you.

His palm returns to your belly halfway through the kiss.

It lingers there.

Anchoring.

You feel his hips roll, subtle and restrained, like he can’t help it—but even that is tempered by reverence. He groans softly against your lips and pulls back just enough to rest his forehead to yours.

“I want you again,” he murmurs, breath catching. “So bad.”

You smile, brushing your nose against his. “We just had sex, Chris.”

“I know,” he groans, dragging his lips down to your jaw, your neck, your shoulder—soft little kisses like he’s trying to keep himself distracted. “It’s not my fault. You’re literally glowing. Like… it’s actually not fair.”

You laugh, tilting your head to give him more space. “I think that’s just the sweat from me throwing up three times this morning.”

“Nope,” he says, grinning against your collarbone. “Sorry. Pregnancy glow. Hormones. Boobs. All of it. My brain’s broken. I’m ruined.”

You snort. “Are you seriously saying I got hotter now that I’m pregnant?”

Chris lifts his head to look at you, eyebrows raised, completely unapologetic. “Yes. Have you seen yourself? You’re radiant. Divine. A walking goddess with a baby growing inside her—my baby, by the way. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

You blink at him, stunned and absolutely flustered. “Chris—”

He groans dramatically and drops his head to your chest. “You don’t get it. I’m suffering.”

You wheeze a laugh, your fingers threading through his hair again.

He looks up at you, eyes wide, completely serious now. “Every time you move I want to pounce. But I can’t. Because I am a gentleman. A respectful, self-restrained—” he kisses the top of your belly, “—incredibly patient father-to-be.”

You grin. “Uh-huh.”

His hand slides up your thigh, just high enough to make your breath hitch. “But if you even so much as breathe wrong, I’m folding.”

“Chris—”

“I mean it. One little sound. A sigh. A whimper. I’m gone.”

Your laughter breaks loose then, full and warm and aching at the edges. He kisses you hard, almost like he’s trying to prove his point—like he's sealing the moment in his mouth before it gets the better of him.

His hands are definitely not innocent anymore.

“Okay—okay,” he says, breathless, forehead against yours again. “I have to get up. I have to. You need food. I need distance.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, not letting him go. “You sure?”

He groans into your shoulder. “I’m going. I'm going. But I’m leaving in emotional pain.”

You release him with a teasing little kiss. “Breakfast, dad.”

Chris smirks as he finally sits up, eyes sweeping over you one last time before he swings his legs off the bed. “Fine. But you better be decent when I come back or I’m canceling breakfast and blaming the baby.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

And with that, he trudges toward the kitchen in his boxers, muttering something about toast and torture under his breath.

You melt back into the sheets, laughing, heart pounding, belly warm—and for once, everything feels exactly, impossibly, beautifully right.

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Warmth (drabble)

pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

a/n: hyunjin's room looks so comfy whenever he does his live there. he makes me so soft so i had to write this😭🫶🏻

It's raining hard outside, the droplets are hitting the window from every side, courtesy of the wind changing direction. They slide down the glass and disappear, melting away out of sight.

It's a raging tempest outside, but inside it is the complete opposite; peaceful, safe, warm.

Your body is tangled in Hyunjin's covers, one leg sticking out and the other wrapped up in the soft blanket, your face smushed against his pillow as you inhale his comforting scent, one of his shirt's is covering your frame as you drown in it all.

You were his the moment you laid eyes on him for the first time, you were his when he kissed you for the first time, you were his just fifteen minutes ago when the two of you fell into a passionate embrace, you are his now. Utterly his.

And the thought of that makes you smile in your half-asleep state. How can you not be sleepy?

He had tired you out, then held you close under the hot water in the shower and now you are resting in his comfortable bed, wrapped up in everything his, everything yours. The room smells like him, like you and the incense he burns. It's a comforting smell, lulling you further into dreamland.

Hyunjin is sitting in his chair, concentrated on a piece of paper as you listen to the gentle scratching of the pencil against the paper, and you know, he is probably sketching you. Again. And your heart flutters when you think about that.

Your eyes are barely opened when they find him, his profile is simply beautiful and you think he looks the best right now; after he loved you, now watching him concentrate on his art. His brows are slightly furrowed, he's biting on his lip as he tilts his head in concentration, his hand gliding over the paper with ease.

You can't help the flutter you feel in your heart, your stomach, your gut. Hyunjin always stirs up warmth and fire inside you, no matter how much of him you have, it's never enough. You always yearn for him even when he is wrapped around you.

His quiet breathing and the little sounds he makes, the sound of the pencil against paper, it's all so familiar. You continue watching him, feeling like you're floating away.

It goes on for a while, until Hyunjin turns slowly and looks at you. His eyes visibly soften, his cheeks become rosy and his lips are upturned in a small but blissful smile.

He is looking at you and you can't help the way your lips twitch as you almost start giggling. Hyunjin smirks a little, putting his pencil down and walking slowly towards the bed, in two big strides he is already hovering over your frame.

You shut your eyes, pretending to be sleeping and he reaches out and tickles your foot. You quickly retract your leg away from his wiggly fingers and hide it under the safety of the blanket.

"I knew you were awake." he says quietly, plopping down on the bed on his knees and palms, caging your body under his.

You smile but don't say anything.

"So that's how it's gonna be, huh?" he smirks and leans in closer, his warm breath hitting your cheek. "I don't think you can ignore me for too long, my flower." Hyunjin whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

Your heart is skipping beats already and he is just barely kissing your jawline and you cheek.

Your breath hitches when his hand finds it's way under the sheets, touching your soft thigh and running it up towards your hip. Butterflies start dancing in your stomach and you're about to melt just from that simple touch.

"Darling." Hyunjin sing-songs playfully, his fingertips ghosting under your his shirt.

You smile, trying not to burst out into giggles but he's done playing nice and his fingers start tickling you, attacking all the spots he knows will get you squirming the most.

And you're done for, your eyes flying open as you squeal and finally start giggling, your hands grabbing at his arms as he laughs and keeps attacking your sides.

"Stop! Stop!" you squeal through laughter and he chuckles, stopping finally when you looked at him.

"There you are." he coos at you, his hands coming up to cradle your face. You wrap your arms around him and bring him closer so that his body is on top of yours.

Hyunjin leans in and kisses you gently, slowly, savoring the moment as all his loving feelings pour out from his lips to yours.

"Were you watching me, hm?" he asks, his lips constantly covering your skin as he keeps leaving kisses everywhere on your face.

"I was." you admit.

"I like when you do that." he smiles, his dimples showing and you have to lean in and kiss them.

"Then I'll do it always." you whisper against his lips and he kisses you again, his arms wrapping around you as your bodies tangle together.

"Are you done sketching?" you ask, touching his head and face, your fingers mapping out his features.

He chuckles a little, scooting closer to you.

"I'll never be done sketching you." he says as he pulls you into his chest, a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

You shiver at his words and the closeness of his warm body, the safety and comfort his arms bring you.

Now, you can actually fall asleep.

@moonchild9350 @janepg @velvetmoonlght @hwanghyunjinismybae @jehhskz @porangporangmeong @laylasbunbunny @laughatdanger @jeonginslefthand @sapphirewaves @s3ungm1nxxl0ve @painterhyunjin @moon-ttokki-x @saintcosette @ooshyana @frehyun @scarlet789 @skzdust @schniti-is-in-the-house @eastjonowhere @sona1800 @channiesrightasscheek @justwonder113 @yvettemint @inaribu00 @httpdwaekki @possum-playground @ria-april @yn-x-them @mariahxrrera @0omillo0 @halfwinterhalfuniverse @cooldeermagazine @delulkpopstan143 @todorokiskitten @compersian @azxulskz @stayp1eceposts @minniesverse @skzdreamer13 @0325ale @j-ji-jia @shannthewriter @mhluvie

[jj-one]

2:09 AM.

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

your boyfriend’s feeling extra needy for you tonight, and who were you to say no?

pairing: han jisung x reader, established relationship genre/tags: fluff + smut, marking, somnophilia, slight dubcon, soft dom!jisung, fingering, piv, unprotected s*x, slight breeding kink words: 2.0k

[ note. ] — this is a revamp of a fic that i’ve wrote months ago but i actually never posted it on this acc sooo yeah. ik i usually write ji as a sub but him as a dom hits different too >.<

The moon looks extra beautiful tonight. Streaks of pale light bleeds into the sheer, ivory curtains— it’s soft, milky glow cascading over your shared bedroom. It was mostly quiet, aside from the whirring hum of the ceiling fan and faintly audible breaths from his left side as Jisung temporarily rose from the tangled sheets.

It’s already past 2 am, sighing out in annoyance when he checks the time that’s flashed on his phone screen. He couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep no matter how hard he tried, only growing more frustrated as he’s been attempting to do so for the past hour or so.. His eyes greeting the wall with nothing but empty blank stares, sleep was deemed impossible to obtain by now and as many times he closed his eyes they still wouldn’t remain permanently shut.

He rolls over in defeat once again. Facing to the left of him was the most precious, angelic little being he’s ever seen, casting his view over to his sleeping beauty of a girlfriend who’s peacefully dozing off into dreamland. Oh, how he’s always been so envious of your ability to fall asleep in an instant.. you were just the sleepiest girl that could easily try and catch a nap just about anywhere. But oddly enough— he always found that quality of yours to be quite endearing.

Jisung could simply stare at you all day with no complaints. He couldn’t help but admire the way you looked in any state you were in, even whilst in your deep slumber. In his eyes, you were the true embodiment of perfection. Looking adorable as ever with your hair splayed all over the pillow, clutching onto your favorite stuffed animal that you always went to bed with.

Though he was unable to physically fall asleep, he surely was mentally exhausted. His brain still a bit foggy, dreading when it’s time to get up in the morning for work when he’s so badly craving a part 2 of the 3-hour fuck sesh you both had the night before.

A trail of faint markings were embedded into his chest— some that were barely noticeable on his neck and several scratches left on his back from the aftermath; recollections of your pretty moans echoing throughout the room made his cock stir, getting uncontrollably horny all over again.

Too bad you had to be asleep..

It’s like the universe is punishing him, taunting him for some unknown reason. Not only can’t he fall asleep, but now he’s plagued with all kinds of other sinful thoughts and it’s only fueling his insatiable desire for you. The more he thinks about it, the more sexually frustrated he’ll become.

He could easily take care of this ‘problem’ of his by doing it himself, right? Sure.. but it won’t be nearly the same. He needs to touch you, feel every inch of you, have you under him with your face all smushed in the pillows as he fucks his cock deeper into you.. or he could simply eat you out until you begged for him stop like he did last time.

Either way, all he wants is you.

He gets closer, reaching over to brush some strands of hair out of your face, smiling to himself when you snuggled up into his hand— still sound asleep. Your lips smack together a little, body shifting underneath the covers, completely oblivious of what’s going on.

Jisung slowly lifts up the comforter, revealing your pretty figure, the thin, slip dress you wore leaving little to the imagination. It’s silky fabric riding up as you tossed and turned during the night, completely exposing your lower body. He bit his lip at the sight behold him, wanting nothing more in this moment is to grab your thighs and have them spread open for him.

He’d do many ungodly things to you if you were awake right now..

He tried to be good, letting a few minutes pass by. He tried to ignore it— this ache in his chest, in his cock, and in his hands that won’t stop twitching with the need to touch you. Jisung feels like the worst kind of man for staring at you like this, hard as hell, desperate, breath shaky from the way your body torments him without even trying.

But then, he remembers the late night confession you gave him a few weeks ago. When you were half asleep, talking in hushed whispers while tangling your fingers in his hair.

“I’ve always had this fantasy… where you fuck me in my sleep. Like.. I’m just lying there and you can’t help yourself. You’re so needy you wake me up with your cock inside me.”

Jisung nearly choked on his own saliva when you said it. Eyes wide, brain malfunctioning.

You even giggled afterwards like it was nothing, teasing, “you’d never actually do that though, would you?”

But he knew by the way you were looking at him. You wanted it.

And tonight— he’s weak.

+

As his hand shifts underneath the hem of your nightgown to caress your thighs, he tries convincing himself that this was as far as he’ll take it.

“Fuck..” he whispers to himself, brows furrowed. “What’re you doing, Jisung…”

He leans down, kissing your bare skin. “You’re gonna kill me,” he murmurs against you.

But your soft sigh as you turn slightly— it’s encouragement enough, and as more delicate kisses are planted to your shoulder, slowly working his way up to your neck, how you’re lying there so pliantly for him. It only makes him want to do more, see how far he can take this before you actually do wake up.

He’s gotten a bit overtly comfortable now as he traveled to your upper body, leaving no surface of you untouched. He’s fondling one of your breasts with his free hand, the pad of his thumb softly grazing over your nipple. You don’t make any sudden movements— still blissfully unaware of what’s happening.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your shoulder, stifling a groan when he grinds his clothed dick against your ass. He’s back to holding your waist, but that didn’t last very long before he gets distracted by something else.

Eventually, he found his fingers inching closer to your core, circling your clit over the thin lining of your panties. He hissed at the feeling of how wet you are, even while you’re asleep your body subconsciously adheres to him, as if it knows who it belongs to.

“Just a little…” he mutters, voice laced with guilt and temptation.

He slid the extra layer of fabric to the side, collecting more of your arousal before plunging one of his fingers inside, watching with hungry eyes as it disappears in and out of your dripping cunt. The sounds of your wetness only making him more painfully hard, rutting up against you like a dog in heat and he’s absolutely shameless about it at this point. All he wants is to bury his cock between those soft, pretty thighs of yours..

It’s only a matter of time until he finally caves in. And it wasn’t long before he found himself rubbing his cock along your folds and caught his tip in your entrance, sliding in with ease from how soaking wet you are. You make a soft, unconscious noise, hips shifting closer. Your cunt clenches tight around his cock, warm and slick, and he nearly moans out loud from the feel of it.

“God- how are you always this tight?” He grunts out, pressing soft kisses into your neck as he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, his eyes scrunched shut as he sinks into your heat. “You’re not even awake and you’re already making me lose my mind…”

He grips you tightly but not enough to leave any major bruising, he’s still gentle with you, keeping your hips flush against his as fully bottoms out, too deep in concentration to focus on anything else. He barely even notices when your eyes cautiously flutter open, a gasp slipping from your breath when feeling the unexpected intrusion, your warm walls pulse around him, adjusting to the stretch.

You let out another small noise. It might’ve been a moan, a word, or his name, whatever it was— it was the least bit coherent. You were still drowsy and disoriented, but once the initial shock wore off you found yourself relaxing into him again; bathing in his warmth, letting his desires roam free.

Jisung kept groping your tits as he fucks you from behind, lightly twisting your nipple to make you even more delirious for him. You simply could do nothing but lye there and take it, fighting the urge to fall back asleep mixed with the overwhelming pleasure that he’s giving you.

“Baby..”

You stir against him, lazily grinding against him to match his movement. Your sleepy voice sounding much cuter, and a lot more innocent than the actions he’s performing.

“Yeah?” He rasps, voice thick with desire, never letting up on his ministrations, his hips snap back and forth, this time with a little more force— but remains gentle with his words. “Is this.. okay?”

He might’ve been a little late with that question.. but nonetheless, you still appreciate the sentiment of it. You simply respond to him with a hum of compliance, feeling in a state of euphoria as you arch into his touch, feeding off of all the soft praises he’d whisper in your ear. You’d do anything for Jisung, not because he was just your boyfriend, but because it’s him— you trust him more than anything in this world. There were no limits when it comes to your love.

“Cum inside, please,” you desperately whine, your cunt cinching around his thickness when he repeatedly thrusts in your sweet spot.

You felt so needy for him. You always did. Even as you’re getting dicked down by him right now you still call out to him— begging for more. A mutual neediness amongst each other.

“You really wanted this, huh?” He breathes out, voice breaking. “Me waking you up with my cock already inside you? No warning. Just full, stretched, dripping…”

You moan helplessly, nodding.

He laughs— breathless, disbelieving. “You’re so fucking dirty.”

“You were already so wet before I even touched you. Like your pussy was waiting for me.”

His pace quickens. The sound of skin slapping echoes faintly in the room, muffled by the sheets. Every thrust pushes you further up the bed. You gasp and try to stifle your moans in the pillow, but it’s no use.

“Look so pretty when you’re all fucked out like this,” he growls, one hand grabbing your hip, the other fisting your hair and pulling your head back. “Maybe I’ll make this a habit.”

You whimper something incoherent to that, and he chuckles darkly.

He shifts his angle, hitting deeper, harder. Your body jolts with each thrust, legs trembling now.

Jisung could feel himself nearing the edge, and your pleas for him to cum inside was only making his high approach faster.. he sighs, “Wan’ me to give you a baby? Make you a mommy?” It might’ve been a question but he already knew the answer, he didn’t need to hear a response.

“Yes, please..” you manage to say as tiny whimpers and moans fall from your lips, attempting to catch your ragged breaths.

You don’t care about the consequences that come with your decision, you’ll bear those repercussions later. For now though, all you want is for him to milk every last drop of his cum inside you.

“It’s okay baby, just let go..” he talks to you with the sweetest, honey laced voice, coaxing you through your orgasm, “I got you… I got you.”

Your mouth flew permanently agape, in a cloud-like haze as your own orgasm washes over you, all while at the same time having your insides plastered with thick, white ropes of Jisung’s cum.

Your whole body is shaking but you’re brought a source of comfort when several fleeting kisses saturate your back, leading them up to your neck once more to litter faint love bites. You’re left feeling more exhausted than you were before, cuddling with your boyfriend who seems to also be just as worn out as you.

Before drifting back to sleep, you hear a soft-spoken exchange, almost undetectable when he mumbles the words against your skin; but you could still make out exactly what was said.

“I love you.”

[fluffylino]

serpent hybrid hyunjin 🌱🐍🌱

hyunjin never acted like this. you had never seen him behave so much like a serpent. was he experiencing an unusual kind of heat? did snakes do that...well u just gotta find out

i love this concept so much ill scream-

reblogging > liking

-contains mature themes (two dicks and a split tongue ahhh)

snake hybrids weren't exactly judged well in society. stereotypical beliefs calling them mean slithery liars who manipulate people.

they were just misjudged. misunderstood hybrids who needed affection too. maybe the energy exhuded made them look tough and deadly but deep down they were sweeter than even bunny hybrids.

thats why your boyfriend, hyunjin is always by your side.

theres nothing quite different about snake hybrids. except for the patches of scales on different parts of their body.

however some had no scales, instead just forked tongues. hyunjin was no exception. patient and mind numbingly soft at all times. snuggling into you every now and then.

thats why when you step into the house,you aren't expecting the strong whiff of a certain peculiar smell. its musky and fills the whole apartment.

you don't even know what you're smelling until you're embraced by him. his body warm, reeking of musk. intoxicating your senses.

"hyun-" you let out hurriedly, dropping your bag on the ground in shock. his face buried in your neck. hands running all over your body.

practically pushing you against the door, slipping his left hand between your legs while his right hand grabbed your backside. gasping at the way you seem to float off the ground. he's picking you up quicker than you can even process.

"what's going on? baby?" you say, trying to wriggle out of his firm hold. he's stronger than before and he continues holding you off the ground.

hyunjin hisses.

he fucking hisses.

and your eyes widen. thats only the second time he's ever hissed at you. once during an argument and right now. did that mean he was angry?

"heat." is all he says, huffing as he slams the bedroom door open. throwing you on the bed. not caring at the funny way, you bounced on the soft mattress.

"what do you mean? I thought snakes..don't get heats..."

you questioned. watching as he paced around the room, trying to control himself.

taking off his hoodie. arms out on display. shining with a thin layer of sweat. his hair soaked.

"fuck i don't know...i was washing our clothes and i got the smell of your shirt..."

he mumbles, and your eyes go down to where theres a prominent bulge in his pants. a wet patch staining the material.

"and its like my senses went wild. all I was thinking of was you. fucking you over and over again..." hyunjin slurs, his forked tongue peeking out.

"jinnie...your tongue"

you whisper. intrigued at how his tongue slipped past his lips every few seconds. he had never done that before.

"i can't control it-" he covers his mouth, gazing at you with needy eyes.

were his eyes always so sharp, you wondered.

"its okay baby, breathe" you reassure, opening your arms for him to come to you. and he does. resting his head on your shoulder, his weight pressing you down into the bed.

leaning into kiss him innocently when all of a sudden, his hands are on either side of your face, pulling you in for a needy kiss.

brain shutting off at the feeling of his forked tongue licking into your mouth. forcing you to be submissive because you knew you wouldn't win this battle.

.

🌱

.

"j-jinnie" squirming under him.

his hands pinning your lower half down. head buried between your legs. your toes curling everytime he maneuvered his tongue to simultaneously flick at your sensitive clit and slip between your swollen lips.

"shhh"

u don't know if he's shushing you or hissing at you.

because the next thing you feel is his fork like tongue pushing all over your folds. fingers digging into your hips with strength that had your cunt throbbing.

whining at the loss as he lifts his head up. teasingly using the tips of his wet muscle to prod at your bundle of nerves. face contorting in pleasure at your taste. breath heavy on your warmth.

"breed." he blurts out, surprising himself. your mouth opening in shock when his nails dig into your waist.

his nails had grown longer, into claws and the once hardly noticeable scales on his forearms became visible. gradient shade of black and grey.

"hyun! h-hyunjin, baby b-bab-"

writhing higher into the mattress as he pushed your legs further apart.

nestling his split tongue over your swollen pussy. teasingly managing to place your clit in the Y of his wet muscle.

had his tongue grown longer because you could feel him so deep...

.

.

"h-hyun?" you whisper, gripping his arm to relax your body for him. scales textured and rough under your calloused palm.

"m'right here, baby" hyunjin cooes. placing a hand flat on your lower stomach. eyes fixed on where he was prepping you.

with both his dicks. rubbing the tip over your folds while the other pressed into your entrance. leaking more and more slick that mixed with your own arousal.

"almost in, my love" nudging the first one in with extreme care. your fingers grasping at him. his jaw hanging open as he pushed in, groaning when he slid halfway in.

spreading your thighs so he could start to push his second dick in. the sensation and stretch making you cry in a mix of pain and pleasure.

snake hybrids had two features that only a person who they were close to, would find out about. a forked long tongue means their dicks are the same as well.

hyunjin was not particularly big. actually he was slightly above average considering snake hybrids had longer lengths and lesser girths.

hyunjin had thicker girths and the length of both his dicks were just perfect. neither too big nor too small.

but right now, he felt bigger.

he felt longer. he felt hot.

thats why when he pushes both of them past your entrance, you let out a muffled scream. eyes rolling back at the fullness. quite literally stuffed like this, for the first time.

"f-fuck gonna take me all in"

lowering himself to look down at you. his arms on either side of your head. placing his larger hands on your face. lips brushing against your open mouth.

"thats my precious girl~" and your pussy spasms around him.

getting him soaked because the way the word 'precious' rolled off his tongue, could make you cum on the spot. rolling his s's and a few other alphabets in a serpent like way. something he'd usually never do.

a firm thrust that has your hands flying up to hold onto him. clawing at his back while he buried himself deeper into your cunt. stretching you out with every rough movement.

the scales on his back were larger and travelled down his spine. groaning as you scratched down his back, hard enough to leave red imprints.

"gonna take my cum like a good mate, yes~" hyunjin hisses, watching you so closely. letting his tongue run over your front teeth, all the way down to your bottom lip.

you nod at his statement. wrapping your legs around his waist. pulling him closer. not caring if his patterns of uneven scales scratched you here and there.

plush lips kissing you with such intensity. his nose pressing into your cheek. pushing you deeper into the pillow. trailing a hand down to where your chest touched his. grabbing a handful of flesh and squeezing hard enough to make you arch your back.

taking the opportunity to thrust in deeper. your bottom half nearly lifted off the bed with his strength.

pads of his fingers pinching and pulling at your sensitive nubs. hooking your leg higher so he could change the angle. filling you up with warmth. it makes your eyes struggle to stay open.

this was nowhere near over...

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

hiss hiss need more snake hyunjin ideas FUVKKKKK

part two

[lov3lycosmos]

♤—♤ Mini Dress Dilema ♤—♤

Genre: smut

Pairings: Bangchan x Fem!reader

Summary: Reader uses her boyfriends non-controlling preference over her clothing choices as an advantage to rile him up.

Warnings: teasing, cursing, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink (used once), jeongin finds out.

Cosmos note: this idea was from my pookie @vampzity 🙂‍↕️

my library! (not proofread!)

Your reflection smiled back at you as you smoothed your hands over the fabric of your dress—tight-fitting, barely-there, and off-shoulder in a way you knew would push boundaries. The skirt flared ever so slightly when you twirled, bouncing against your thighs with each subtle movement. You looked good, and you knew it. But more importantly—you looked dangerous.

The soft click of the door behind you signaled Chan’s arrival.

He walked in, towel draped around his neck, damp hair falling into his eyes after a quick shower. “You almost ready, baby?” he asked casually, barely glancing up—until he did.

His eyes froze on you.

It was just a beat. Just one second. But that was enough. You caught it—his gaze flickering over your legs, the exposed skin, the tightness around your waist. He swallowed, and his jaw clenched for half a second before he looked back up with a faint smile. “You’re really wearing that tonight?”

You turned around slowly, lifting your hair off your neck like it was the most innocent act in the world. “Mhm. Is it too much?”

Chan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed as his eyes narrowed in amusement. “You know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said sweetly, grabbing your lip gloss and applying it slowly, dragging it across your bottom lip just to see if his gaze would drop. It did.

“I’m not gonna say a word,” he muttered, backing away toward the door. “But just so you know… if you’re trying to get a reaction out of me—” he smirked, “—you might end up getting more than you bargained for.”

You giggled as he left to his closet across the room, feeling victorious already.

You stayed in front of the mirror a little longer, adjusting your neckline, tugging the hem of your minidress down a fraction—though it didn’t help much. The dress was made to tease, and now that Chan had seen it, you couldn’t stop thinking about that tiny clench in his jaw. That subtle shift in his stance.

“Is it actually too much?” you finally asked, your voice softer as you turned to look at him through the mirror.

Chan, now at the closet, was half-dressed—black slacks hanging low on his hips, belt unbuckled, a plain white shirt hanging from his fingertips. He paused mid-buttoning and met your eyes through the mirror.

“You want the honest answer?” he asked, voice low, almost unreadable.

You blinked, nodding once.

He walked toward you, slow and deliberate, letting the silence linger until he was standing just behind you. One hand reached up to brush your hair gently to the side, baring your neck. His lips grazed the shell of your ear, voice just above a whisper.

“You look hot, baby. Like, so hot it’s gonna be hard for me not to lose it.”

His hand slid down your bare arm slowly. “But you already knew that when you put it on, didn’t you?”

You smirked, head tilting as a thrill ran down your spine. “Maybe.”

He chuckled, dark and low in his throat. “You know I love seeing you like this. Confident. Sexy.” His hands moved to rest on your waist, thumbs rubbing slow, lazy circles into the fabric. “Wear it. Own it. But just know—if you keep pushing me tonight…”

He pressed a soft kiss behind your ear.

“I won’t be held responsible.”

Your breath hitched slightly, heart skipping as you tried to keep cool. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and maybe… between your legs too.

“…That a promise or a threat?” you whispered, half teasing.

Chan grinned, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. “Why not both?”

He pulled back with a wink, finally slipping his shirt on and beginning to button it casually, like he hadn’t just whispered threats against your composure. Like he wasn’t about to watch you drive him wild all night.

You watched him for a second longer—soft brown curls, that annoyingly unreadable calm on his face. You could play this game all night.

Let’s see who breaks first.

✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧

The ride to the party was quiet—too quiet. Chan’s hand rested on your thigh the entire time, thumb brushing absentmindedly over your skin, but his eyes were trained on the road. Calm. Collected. Still so composed despite how your dress hiked up each time you shifted, despite how you didn’t bother to fix it.

When you arrived at the venue—a rented out loft with warm lights spilling through the windows and music thumping low—you knew it was time to start playing. Chan opened the car door for you like a gentleman, offering his hand as you stepped out, and you could practically feel his gaze skimming your thighs. Still, not a single word from him. Just that same maddening calm.

You greeted a few familiar faces at the door before the two of you stepped inside, where the rest of Stray Kids were already scattered around—some by the drinks, others lounging on the couches.

“Finally!” Jisung waved you over with a big grin. “Thought you two were gonna skip and do gross couple stuff.”

“We can still do that,” you teased lightly, and though it was meant to be playful, Chan’s hand briefly tightened on your waist before letting go.

You made your way into the room, letting Chan get pulled into a quick conversation with Felix and Changbin as you floated toward Minho and Seungmin.

“Y/N, that dress is illegal,” Minho said flatly, eyes dragging over the fabric before flicking back to yours.

You laughed, placing a light hand on his shoulder. “You think so? I was worried it wasn’t doing enough.”

Seungmin choked on his drink. “No, it’s doing plenty.”

You caught Chan’s eyes from across the room. He was watching. Of course he was. Expression unreadable, drink in hand, that damn calmness still plastered across his face.

Perfect.

You tilted your head at Minho, then leaned in just slightly. “Chan helped me pick it out,” you said sweetly, letting your fingers gently brush his arm before pulling away.

As you made your way toward the snack table, Jeongin popped up beside you, eyes wide as he took in the outfit. “Noona, you’re gonna make hyung go crazy.”

“Who, Chan?” you blinked innocently. “He doesn’t mind. Said I could wear whatever I wanted.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Chan start walking toward you. Slow, steady. And though he didn’t say anything, the way his eyes narrowed just slightly when you leaned over the table to grab a drink spoke volumes. You made sure to arch your back just enough. Nothing obscene—just suggestive.

Just enough.

He stopped beside you, leaning down to murmur into your ear, voice low. “Having fun, baby?”

You turned to him with a wide, innocent smile. “So much.”

“Mm.” He brought his drink to his lips, eyes never leaving yours. “Glad to hear it.”

Then he stepped away again.

Your chest tightened with heat. God, he was good. Too good.

You mingled a little more, this time striking up a conversation with Hyunjin. He complimented your look—of course he did—and you responded with a bright smile and a flirty, “You always know how to make a girl feel good.”

Across the room, Chan was now leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, jaw tense.

You kept your focus on Hyunjin, laughing softly at something he said, reaching out to brush invisible lint off his jacket sleeve. Nothing bold. Nothing too obvious. But you could feel the weight of Chan’s stare searing into your back.

And then—

“Y/N.” His voice cut through the music, deep and commanding.

You turned slowly, eyebrows raised. “Hm?”

He was already at your side, hand resting firmly on the small of your back. “Come with me.”

You blinked. “Where?”

He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear, and whispered,

“To the car… now.”

✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧

The door shut with a deep thunk behind you, and before you could even fully sit back in your seat, Chan was already reaching across to click the lock. Silence settled in the car like a heavy fog—only the sound of your shallow breaths and the distant thump of bass from the party filling the space.

You glanced over at him cautiously.

His hands were still on the wheel. Eyes staring straight ahead.

Too calm.

Too quiet.

“Chan…?”

He finally turned his head, and his gaze was sharp. No smile. No teasing lilt in his voice.

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice?” he asked lowly.

“I didn’t do anything—”

“Minho. Jeongin. Hyunjin.” He listed their names one by one, ticking them off on his fingers slowly. “All of them got a show. Bending over the table, touching their arms, giggling like they’re the ones making you blush.”

You swallowed hard.

“I just wanted to get your attention,” you murmured.

He scoffed quietly. “Princess, you had my attention the second you walked out in that dress.” He finally turned to you fully, leaning in until his nose brushed yours. “But now? You’re gonna have all of mine.”

You whimpered as his lips grazed your jaw, then your throat, then lower, his hand sliding up your thigh to push your dress higher and higher until the soft lace of your panties was fully exposed under the faint glow of the dashboard lights.

“I warned you about teasing me, didn’t I?” he said, fingers curling around the waistband.

“Y-Yeah.”

“And what did you do?”

“…Teased you.”

“Exactly.”

He didn’t hesitate. Two fingers pushed the fabric aside and pressed against your slit—already wet, already aching. He chuckled darkly.

“You were like this the whole party?” he taunted, lips brushing your ear. “Soaking wet while you flirted with my members?”

“Chan—” you gasped, eyes fluttering shut when his fingers slipped in, knuckles deep, the stretch hitting all at once.

“No,” he said firmly, other hand gripping your chin to face him. “You’re gonna keep your eyes on me this time. You wanted my attention? You got it.”

He pumped his fingers slow at first, curling them just right—dragging across your sweet spot, pulling out halfway just to plunge back in harder. And faster. Each thrust came with a scolding kiss to your neck or a filthy whisper in your ear.

“Is this what you wanted? Hm? To get fucked in the car like a needy little brat?”

“Yes—yes, please, Chan—”

He smirked against your skin. “You sound so sweet when you’re desperate.”

Your legs were shaking, thighs quivering as you neared your high—but before you could say another word, your phone buzzed in the cupholder between you.

Chan’s fingers stilled.

You blinked, breath caught in your throat as he leaned over and read the caller ID.

“Jeongin.”

“Oh god,” you whimpered.

He grinned darkly, lifted his fingers away from you (with your slick glistening under the lights), and casually picked up the call with his clean hand.

“Yeah?”

There was a short pause. Jeongin’s voice filtered through the speaker—cheerful and oblivious. “Hyung! We were just wondering where you guys went. Everything okay?”

Chan’s tone was smooth. Way too smooth. “Yeah, we just had to grab something from the car.”

You covered your mouth with both hands, thighs pressing together, trying not to make a sound as your arousal dripped down your thighs.

“Oh, okay! We’re about to order some doordash, just text me if you want anything.”

“Will do. Thanks, Jeongin.”

Click.

The second the call ended, Chan dropped the phone back in the cupholder and turned to you slowly.

“You were gonna come without my permission,” he murmured. “Weren’t you?”

Your lips parted, but no words came out. Only a soft nod.

“That’s cute.” He leaned in, nudging his nose along your jaw. “Let’s fix that.”

Then he unbuckled his pants...

Chan’s hands were already back on you—ripping your panties fully aside this time, dragging his soaked fingers down your folds as he pulled his cock free with the other. Thick, flushed, twitching at the tip as he wrapped a hand around the base and hissed softly.

“You made me this hard from just watching you act like a little slut at a party,” he muttered. “You’re lucky I didn’t bend you over that damn counter.”

You whimpered, hips already lifting in search of friction. “Chan, please—”

“No. Say it right.”

“Please, daddy…”

That broke him.

He pushed your thighs wide open, lined himself up, and sank in slow. All the way until his hips pressed flush against you, letting you feel every inch stretching you open, filling you to the brim. You cried out softly, hands fisting his hoodie, head thrown back against the seat.

“Fuck,” he growled, burying his face into your neck. “You feel so good around me. Like you were made for this.”

His pace started hard—deep, rolling thrusts that made the entire car creak. The windows fogged fast, the leather seat squeaking underneath you both. The sound of skin slapping, your quiet moans, his sharp grunts—it was all too much.

“You like this?” he breathed, pounding into you even harder now. “This what you wanted, baby? To have all my fucking attention on you?”

Your answer was nothing but a wrecked gasp and nod, your legs tightening around his waist as your second high started building—white-hot and dizzying.

He knew. He felt it.

Chan kissed you hard—sloppy and deep—and whispered, “Cum for me. Let go.”

Your whole body shook as the orgasm hit, and he didn’t stop—just kept chasing his own, gripping your hips bruisingly tight until a long, broken groan left him and he came deep inside, hips jerking, spilling every drop into you.

He collapsed against you, both of you panting in the humid air of the car.

And then…

BZZZZZ.

Your phone buzzed again.

Chan reached over lazily, pressed answer on speaker, just as you were still catching your breath, his softening cock still inside you.

Jeongin’s voice chirped through again.

“Hyung? You think we can’t see your guys’ car rocking from the window?”

You choked on a gasp and hid your face in Chan’s shoulder.

Chan just grinned lazily, pulled out slow, and said, “Guess we’ll be in soon.”

Click.

taglist: @vampzity @sooniedoongiedori25 @mhluvie @yaorzu-blog @lze325 @felixleftchickennugget @m-325

(I'M STILL ADDING PEOPLE TO TAG! comment on any post, send an ask or a message if you want added!)

[seungfl0wer]

*Our Toy*

Paring: OT8 x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut (literally just straight porn no real plot)

Warnings: Multiple orgasms, Multiple partners (basically Polly), Restraints, slight degrading, Lots of pet names, Creampie, unprotected sex, face fucking, Double Penetration, oral (both M/F receiving), tit smacks, overstimulation uhm?? I know I definitely probably missed some

Side note wrote this 2 days apart cause of work and I was half asleep for some of it so I hope it came out not jumbled around like it seems in my head.

Kink(s): Free Use + Sharing is caring lol

˚ ༘♡Master List (Here) for the 1K Event

(The highly requested part two is here!)

-🩵

You have basically just become the boys’s fuck toy. What started off as a thought with bangchan ended up with you being free use for the rest of the members. What a good leader right? Letting them have fun with you to ease their stress, i mean in his own words “how can i keep such a beautiful thing like you only for myself?” Is Chan your boyfriend? Yeah. And the others? They basically are too. Are you complaining though? 8 attractive men horning after you wanting all your attention and love?

——————

You were sprawled out on the couch staring blankly at the tv as Felix laid on the other side of you. He had his arms lazily draped around you half watching the tv half asleep. As his eyes flickered open and close you moved yourself feeling yourself falling off the couch. You pushed your body back into the half awake boy, ass pushing firmly against his pelvis. He left out a soft whimper at the feeling, you not meaning it in anyway besides trying to get situated. He kissed your neck sweetly his arms pulling you into him even more as he slowly started to hump you. “Ah- lix” you said voice almost a whisper.

“I’m sorry do you want me to stop?” He asks his voice hazy. You shook your head no making him sigh out of relief. He placed his hands on your hips pushing his ever growing bulge against your clothed ass. His kisses were becoming sloppier as he started to suck at small spots. Both of you letting out barely audible moans at the friction. “Lix” you whimpered becoming needy. He ran his hands over your body, they caressed your breast playing with your nipples. “How do you get me so horny so fast” he whined against your skin.

His words made you giggle a little moving your hips back to meet his movements “same reason you get me soaked so fast” your words made his head reel. He pushed down his pants sprinting his cock free as he pulled yours down just enough to push his cock In. It nestled between your folds as he kept rutting into you. Your slick lubing him up as he moved. “Shit- there’s- there’s no way I’m lasting long.” He whined out. He gripped you tightly as he moved between your soaked lips.

As he slid in bottoming out you heard a door open, jisung rubbing his eyes as he came out for a drink. Felix didn’t stop though he started to move slowly but deeply into you letting out Low groans. Jisung raised an eyebrow, sipping on his drink he made his way to the living room. His eyes lit up seeing the sight below him “shit- you two are hot as fuck.” He smirked. “Lixie you sound like you’re bout ready to bust” he teased the other boy.

“Agh well- yeah she’s so- fuck- fucking warm” he said rolling his head back to look at the boy “she cum yet?” He questioned coming around to the other side. Looking at you both for an answer. “We just- started” you said breathily. Jisung smirk grew “let me help then. I mean Felix is already so close beautiful let me help you cum”

Before he even had an answer from either of you he was pulling down your shorts more. Greeted by the sight of how soaked you were, his band mates cock fucking into you so nicely. Fuck. Fuck did you look so good. He attached his lips to your clit quickly like a hungry animal he started to suck. Your head flung back giving Felix a better angle to kiss your neck. As he pumped harshly into you, the man below you eating you like a feral animal your high was approaching fast. “Jisung she’s close- god her pretty pussy is clenching so tightly around me- fucking hell she’s gonna milk me good.”

Jisung groaned hearing this moving his hand down to pump his own member as he kept giving your clit all the attention it needed. Felix pounding sloppily now into you as his high was close too. The scene unfolding was straight out of some porno. “Cu- fuck I’m cuming!” You practically screamed out cuming all over Felix’s cock as Jisung lapped up as much of your juices as he could. Felix was quick behind you as he reached his high fast feeling your warmth coat his cock as your walls clenched tightly around him. He came deep inside of you his body stuttering.

Jisung continued to suck at your overly sensitive clit before moving himself “want to stay in with me lix?” He asked the boy who was breathing heavily behind you. “Fuck yeah” he panted. He moved you a bit trying to keep Felix buried deep in you. As he got you positioned he let his cock rub against you spiting on his tip before meeting it at your entrance. Your head was spinning with so much pleasure and of course you weren’t gonna protest. He pushed into you slowly all three of you moaning out.

The feeling of Felix still inside of you, him being limp now but the extra girth driving you insane. Jisungs movements were fast and deep pushing around Felix’s cum with every thrust. “You two are so fucked out it’s so cute” he said his voice a bit shaky. “Y/n fuck you feel so good” he whined out. Felix brought his hand up to play with your clit as jisung leaned down to kiss you sloppily. His tongue instantly darting into your mouth as he sucked your lip between his teeth. Biting it ever so gently. “Jisung!” You moaned into his mouth. Your hands flung around him nails digging into his back.

“Feel good?” He said between kissed. You nod yes as he continued “gon cum on my cock next beautiful? Please- let me feel it” he moaned out letting his body fall to yours as his thrust were becoming erratic. “Ji- close ah just like that. Felix don’t stop” you barked out at the feeling. Body shaking intensely as your high crashed over your walls now clenching around both of the men. Jisungs body stuttered at the feeling dumping all his cum deep inside of you. It mixing with Felix’s and your owns.

Felix went to grab a rag to help you get all cleaned up the 3 of you sitting there heads still reeling. “How about I order some food?” Felix offers. You nod slowly laying your head down on Jisungs shoulder. “Food sounds perfect.” You said eyes half awake.

——————

Sitting in the kitchen arguing back and forth with Minho you rolled your eyes at him. “Oh whatever” you say getting up to walk out before he’s pinning you against the wall. “Excuse me?” He said eyebrows furrowed looking at you. “Is that how you talk to me now hmm? Has it been that long since I’ve punished you?” He spat brining his hand up to your face to make you look at him. You choked out a small “I” before he was pulling you down to the guest room.

He pushed you to the bed back hitting the soft mattress as he rummaged for something. Your eyes widened as you saw him pulling out the restraints. “Minho- I’m sorry” you stutter out “to late kitten” he said with a smirk “gonna ruin you till you remember who you’re talking too” he said restraining your limbs. He pull down your pants, ripping your shirt off before getting on top of you. He had already pulled his pants down you not realizing it until his cock was staring right at you.

“Open that brat mouth!” He growled making you whimper but quickly doing as he said. He gave you no mercy pushing all his length into you. He roughly fucked your face, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gagged around his him making him chuckle “you can take it all I know you can kitten” he coo’d. He thrusted in and out of your mouth drool falling down your chin. “Fuck- there’s my kitten” he said in a low groan. His head fell back as he used your mouth mercilessly he could feel his high coming but he didn’t wanna cum just yet. Not before he could burry his cock deep into you.

He pulled out of your mouth with a popping sound, positioning himself at your entrance he looked up at you with hooded eyes. Seeing your face covered in drool made him smirk “such a messy kitten.” He said wiping it away. As he did so he slid his cock ever so slowly into you, hitting deep. He almost always could find the right angel to hit your G-spot. He started to fuck you sloppily knowing his high was already close. He slapped your breast slightly leaving a nice red print before he moved his hand to your throat.

You moaned at the pain, it feeling so pleasurable to you. Your walls clenched around him making him grunt in response “ah kitten gonna cum already?” He teased when you didn’t respond he let another smack to your breast. “I asked you a question” he growled out “uh fuck- yes m’sorry” you replied quickly this time. “Who says you’re allowed to?” He grinned that devilish bunny grin before drilling you hard. Your head was so empty at this point “p-lease” you cried out feeling yourself reaching your high.

He thrusted in a few more times before spilling his cum deep inside of you. His thrusts almost all but stopped making you whine. “Awe did kitten not get to cum? Maybe next time you’ll think twice about picking an argument with me.” He stated as he pulled out of you. The emptiness leaving you a whinny mess “no please-“ you cry out a pout plastering your face. “Don’t worry someone will come help you.” He said as he snapped a picture of you sending it to the group chat titled: Free Use.

“Maybe I’ll come get you when they’re done” he said as he shut the lights off closing the door behind him. You were so frustrated at this point pulling at the straps. A few minutes had passed before you heard someone enter the room it was hyunjin coming to see you. “Hey there my love” he hummed looking over your body. “Whatcha do to make Minho do this?” He said teasing you, he quickly leaned down to kiss your soft lips. “He said I was giving him attitude.”You pouted.

“He’s probably right you do, do that a lot” he chuckled kissing you again “he didn’t let you cum did he?” He asked now making his way to your heated core. You shook your head no looking as the man moved “ah want me to help you love?” He said his voice soft. You nod “please” your voice barely audible at this point. He smiled unzipping his pants he had on, discarding them somewhere in the room. “Gonna help me cum too?” He said softly as he ran the cock head up and down your still soaked folds. “Y-yes” you stuttered out.

“That’s my girl” he said getting his body underneath of you. He angled himself just right before pushing up into you. His arms wrapped around your body pulling you as close as possible before fucking you like som horny rabbit. “Ah hyune” you moaned out his body already twitching at the feeling. “Shit- the picture he sent out was so fucking hot-“ he said pulling you into a sloppy make out session. “I could- could have came just at the sight- fuck y/n you’re so fucking hot” he moaned out his words running together.

He moved his hands down to your chest playing with your nipples as he sucked one breast. Hyunjin was always so passionate and loving during sex. When situations were like this though? He was extra loving. His goals was always to just please you, make you cum first and then finish himself. Normally when you came is when he was letting himself go.

Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss pulling your bottom lip between his teeth with a soft bite. “God- y/n I can’t get over how perfect you are” he said through breaths. He ran a hand down to your clit now making perfect circles as he thrusted sloppily into you. He bottomed out hitting your g-spot swiftly. You both let out sinful moans, the sounds of you both filled the room in such harmony. “Gon cum on my cock pretty? Gon make a mess?”

You nod yes your mind completely and utterly (and literally) fucked. Your mind was so blank from the pleasure and over stimulation your body shook. “That’s it my love cum all over me, I’ll fill this cunt in return hm?” He rambled. He leaned back a bit as he watched you take his cock in and out so nicely. His high coming fast as he felt your walls clench around him. “That’s it- fuck yes- cum for me baby” he groaned.

Your head flung back finally getting the release you so desperately needed. Gushing around his cock he spilled deep into you filling you with all of his. He wrapped his arms around you kissing you lovingly. “You ok love?” He asked trying to still catch his breath. “Mhm” you nodded giving his cheek a soft peck. The door cracked open “she still in there?” A familiar voice asked “I don’t know dude go in and check.” Another voice said. Hyunjin chuckled a bit “I think you have some more hungry men coming for you.”

As moved away from you, your head still in the clouds from him he kissed your forehead. “I’ll tell them to go easy” he said sweetly chuckling as he opened the door “be gentle guys” he said patting the two younger boys. “I will I don’t know about this freak though” Jeongin laughed poking at Seungmin.

“Look at what that bratty little mouth gets you into” Seungmin laughed looking down at you. “Maybe this was her plan?” Jeongin added. The other boy shrugged at his words “probably she’s a little whore” he said leaning down to you. “Didn’t ask Minho about the restraints?” He added. Jeongin nodded “yeah, he said to let her off but to make sure she’s ruined first” he grinned.

Jeongin went to untie your legs Seungmin having other ideas first. He dropped his pants straddling your chest like Minho had before. “Open up pup I got you a bone” he chuckled at his words. Your mind was still in space your mouth opening out of reflex. “Good girl” he said pushing the tip into your mouth. “Don’t you wanna untie her hands first?” Jeongin asked looking up at the other man. He shook his head quickly “no she can keep her hands tied until I have my fun”

Seungmin was using your mouth, fucking into you not as rough as Minho but just about. He was hitting the back of your throat precum dripping from it. He took your head pushing it roughly as he fucked into you. Jeongin on the other hand was leaving sweet kisses to your thighs as he pulled his own pants down. He grinned his cock up and down your folds “you’re such a mess baby, you’ve taken what 2 loads already? You really are gonna be full.” He said his eyes half open.

“By the time we are done she’s gonna be gushing with all of our cum.” He hissed. You moaned against his cock eyes fluttering open and close. The three of you letting out soft moans and grunts. Jeongin started to play with your clit making your back arch and legs shake a bit. You were so overstimulated already you didn’t know if you could take it anymore. “Fuck you’re taking my cock so well such a good little pup hm?” He said sliding his hand down your neck and back up.

“I can’t hold out any longer dude” Jeongin said as he pushed himself into you. You let out a muffled moan around seungmins cock making the man’s head fall backwards in pleasure. “Fuck-“ he spat out. Jeongins movements were fast and sloppy. His thrusts spilling the others’s cum out of you. The sound of his ball slapping your wet cunt filled the air. You were getting used so well.

“Ah fuck baby you’re so fucking wet” jeongin moaned out. “Yeah she likes being out little fuck toy huh? Like us using all your holes like this? Filthy little mutt” Seungmin babble on. You could only reply with a moan in confirmation. When people say your mind goes blank from pleasure this is what they mean. Your head was so empty only thoughts of them. “Fuck dude I’m close, let’s switch” Seungmin asked pulling out of your mouth. Drool ran down your chin, lips swollen from all the abuse to your mouth.

Jeongin nodded switching spots with the other man. Jeongin wiped the drool from you kissing your forehead softly. He removed your hand restrains letting your them fall to your sides. “Wanna open for me baby?” He coo’d. You were about to nod but Seungmin had mercilessly pushed deep into you fast. Bottoming out quick as he hit the back of your walls. Hit cock head hitting your g-spot as he pushed in and out of you. You left out the most desperate whine making jeongin smirk. “Give me your hands baby I’ll keep you here.”

Jeongin interlocked your fingers together as he pushed the tip into your mouth. He let you take your time with him knowing you were already through the wringer today. “My sweet baby, you’re doing so well” he praised you letting go of one of your hands to wipe away a hair.

Seungmin was in his own little world right now as he fucked brain dead into you. He was going stupid, pounding deep into you. “Shit- you gonna cum? You’re clenching so much around me fuck- gonna- agh- not gonna-“ seungmins words ran together as his high was at its peak. “Your pussy is sucking me so good. My dirty little pup gonna take all my cum?” He said tongue hanging out. He started to leave circles on your throbbing clit making your body jolt. As it did you took all of jeongin into your mouth deep. “Ah- fuck-“ he groaned out.

“Y/n!” Seungmin almost screamed out as he dumped all his cum inside of you. You could feel his ball releasing all of him inside of you. “Shit- I’m close” Jeongin said as he listened to you moaning from the feeling of being stuffed again. “Dude I don’t think I can move” Seungmin said his chest heaving. Jeongin nodded pushing in and out of your mouth a bit rougher now chasing his own high. “Fuck- listen keep playing with that perfect clit.” Jeongin demanded which Seungmin happily obliged.

You could feel yourself coming undone and in a matter of seconds your high was crashing around you yet again. This time it was more intense. Your body shook eyes pricked with tears as Jeongin came half way in your mouth the other half on your chest. “Shi- I’m sorry” he mumbled out. All three of you were panting trying to catch your breath. Minho had come to knock on the door “alright guys let y/n have a break” he said softly standing in the doorway now. Jeongin went to grab you a towel as seungmin wrapped his arms around you.

He peppered small kisses to your shoulder “such a good girl, you’re such a good girl” he repeated trying to sooth you from your high. After getting cleaned up and everything the boys laid beside you curled up into their arms. Minho smiled at the scene pulling the covers over you all kissing your head softly. “Get some rest kitten”

——————

You had surprised Chan at the studio with some of his favorite food. You both sat and chatted while you devoured the delicious food. “Chan you still here?” A voice asked as the door opened. “Oh hey y/n! Wait! You brought food and didn’t ask me to come down” he whined. Chan and you both chuckled “don’t be silly Binnie I brought you some too!” You said pulling a bag from the side. “I figured you were here” you said smiling passing him the bag. The three of you sat and chatted before the two men went about their work.

You sat there on your phone just scrolling until you saw something pop up. You giggled a little sending it to Chan who looked at it right away. He turned around with a shit eating grin “first why is this popping up for you and two come take your place princess.” Chan moved his chair back placing one of the hoodies he has draped over the other chair on the floor. Changbin tilted his head “what are you doing?” He asked curiously. Chan doesn’t say anything just shows him the picture. It’s a picture of someone on their knees under the desk with a massive cock in their mouth as the man above does work. The caption reads: Two Kinds of work loads.

Changbin shook his head chuckling a bit. “Y/n sometimes I think your sex drive can out match all of us” he laughed harder. You roll your eyes “so you’re saying you don’t want me to do it to you too?” You said teasingly. He coughed his words getting stuck in his throat “I- that’s not what I said” Chan laughed this time pointing at the other man “you got him all flustered y/n”

You got into position under the desk Chan having his pants down just enough for you to get to his half harden cock. You gulped back saliva your moth watering at the sight. “All mine” you said giving his head soft kisses. “All yours princess” he coo’d back at you. You slowly started to take his length as he tried to focus on working. Changbin had moved his chair close to you looking down at you with hooded eyes. You smiled letting your free hand lay on his bulge that was growing in his pants.

A few minutes went by Bins aching cock tight in his pants. He moved your hand softly to the side before pulling his joggers down his thick cock sprung out dripping with precum already. You moved from sucking Chan to sucking Bin letting your hand play with Chans long veiny cock. Both of the sexy men above you let out small grunts and groans as you had your fun below the table. A bit into this switching back and forth you were back at Chan. His hands reached down pulling your head fully down his cock, making you gag.

He let out the most sinful noise, your already dripping core clenching around nothing at the sound of him. You looked up at him eyes glassed over. He smiled down at you “c’mere princess let me make you feel good.” He said bringing you up as he cupped your face “lay on the couch” he said fondly as he stripped you of your bottoms. He licked his lips as he started down at your core dripping with arousal. “Shit-“ he let out softly before diving into your dripping cunt. He sucked harshly at your clit pushing 2 fingers into you.

He pumped his arm into slowly but deeply, arching his fingers in you hitting all your sweet spots. You left out sweet moans gripping onto his head. You looked over at the other man who was sitting there mouth open as he jerked himself off. “Bin- c’mere” you said voice hot. It took him a moment to realize what you had said before quickly getting up. He kneeled beside you “yes bunny?” He asked sweetly. You open your mouth slightly looking up at him with puppy dog eyes “wanna make you feel good”

Bin was slowly fucking your mouth, he was so gentle and tender as he did so. While he was doing that Chan was getting pussy drunk. He was devouring every inch of your body trembling under him. You pulled away from bin for only a second “close” you groaned out. Chan picked up his pace fucking his hand into you more as he felt your walls clench around them. You gripped onto bins hands making him melt into you as you came undone.

Bin sat on the couch holding you up as he moved you on top of him. His cock poking at your entrance, Chan also positioned himself about you. “Princess if you can’t take us both you tell me ok?” Chan said softly looking down at you. You nodded yes in agreement, you’ve done this before but with a different smaller member. Bin was really girth and putting it together with Chan long cock was, well let’s just say an automatic orgasm.

Bin pushed into you first moving a bit before Chan joined in. Both cocked filled your pussy so full. So so full. “Fucking hell” you moaned out grabbing onto Chan quickly. After they gave you some time to settle that was it. All three of you were so desperate, searching for you won highs as you fucked. The sounds of you pussy being violated like this were hot but not hotter that the sounds of the two men. God. Was it hot. They fucked into you good and deep hitting your g-spot stretching your hole.

You felt your body getting tight again feeling those wires about to snap once more. Your pussy gripped around them so tightly making them moan in response. “Y/n ah fuck close” bin babbled “gonna fill you” he said holding onto you tightly. Chan wasn’t doing much better every movement brought him closer and closers. His body shaking as he pushed deep into you. “Y/n- fuck I love you augh princess I love you so much.” He said with a long groan.

Chan brought down his hand to play with your clit as changbin started to play with your breast. At the stimulation you gasped nails digging into Chans back. Your body shook hard as those wires broke one by one. “Cuming!” You almost screamed out creaming around both of their cocks. The feeling making changbin buck his hips one more time before spilling inside you. Chan road out your high as his crashed, his cock twitching as he dumped himself into.

Changbins muscles gave out as you all tumbled to the couch. You all sat there panting, you feeling all the cum drip down your leg. “Here- princess” Chan breathed out taking tissues to clean you up. “My pretty bunny” bin said kissing your neck. “She did so well hmm?” He asked looking at Chan “she did so very well” he said kissing you cheek.

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[leriexoxo]

Lipstick Stains & Sharp Tongues

Idol! Seungmin x Makeup Artist! Reader

Tags: Smut, Fluff, angst, profanity, possessive behavior, jealousy, dirty talk, semi-public kiss, emotional vulnerability, soft aftercare, secret relationship dynamics,

Word count: 5.1k

Summary: You’re new to the industry. Fresh-faced, professional, and careful to do everything right. But none of that seems to matter to Kim Seungmin—who takes one look at you and decides he hates you. He makes your life hell. Snide comments. Eye rolls. Cold stares. Until one day, you snap back. And he kisses you. Hard. What starts with stolen glances and angry tension spirals into quiet texts after midnight, secret phone calls, and makeouts no one can know about. But the deeper you both fall, the harder it becomes to hide what’s real.

A/N: This fic was requested by @innieandsungielover , sorry it took a while babes but here you go! So guys, I’m still taking requests in my DM’s but keep it cute, no weird stuff, also i don’t take requests from anons i’m sorry 🥹

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

You weren’t sure what you did to make Seungmin hate you.

From the second you stepped into the dressing room—your arms full of makeup palettes, your credentials barely out of your mouth—he was cold. Passive aggressive comments, eye rolls, the whole nine yards. And when he didn’t get the reaction he wanted, he escalated. Shifting your tools when you weren’t looking, wiping off foundation with a rough hand the moment you finished, loudly sighing when your touch lingered too long on someone else.

But he watched you. Like he was waiting to catch you slip. Like you were a threat.

At first, you thought it was some hazing ritual. But the others—Hyunjin, Felix, even Minho—welcomed you with grins and jokes, letting you fix their smudged eyeliner and straighten their collars with no complaints.

It only got worse when they started requesting you.

“Where’s she?” Hyunjin would ask. “She gets my under-eye bags better than anyone.”

Seungmin would scoff in the corner, arms crossed. “It’s not that hard.”

One day, Felix called you “his favorite.” And Seungmin left the room.

But things changed the night of the award show.

You found him in the hallway, shirt half-buttoned, fuming about a stylist mix-up. You offered to help. For once, he didn’t bite back.

And when your fingers brushed his jaw while fixing his collar, he didn’t move. Just stared. So still. So tense.

“You always touch everyone else like that?” he asked suddenly, voice low.

You blinked. “Like what?”

He didn’t answer, just stepped closer. Close enough that your wrist grazed his chest.

“Careful,” he murmured. “You’ll make me think you like me.”

You laughed—nervously. “You’d hate that, wouldn’t you?”

He tilted his head. “Would I?”

—

After the award show, something shifted.

Seungmin didn’t stop being an asshole, but he got selective about it. He no longer rolled his eyes when you powdered Hyunjin’s nose. No more biting sarcasm when you helped Felix with his earrings. He still never asked for your help—but now, he didn’t flinch when you offered it, either.

Sometimes he’d just… watch.

Sitting in the stylist’s chair while you fixed someone else’s hair, his eyes tracking every flick of your wrist, every soft instruction that left your lips. Once, he caught you looking back—and instead of looking away like he usually did, he held your gaze. Steady. Challenging.

You pretended not to feel your stomach tighten.

Then came the fanmeet in Busan.

The boys were crowded around the mirror, getting last-minute touchups. You were fixing a snag in Chan’s shirt collar when a voice behind you cut in, cold and sharp:

“You done?”

You turned. Seungmin. Arms folded, brows lifted in impatient mockery.

“Almost,” you replied calmly. “Unless you’re volunteering to help me undress him.”

A few of the guys chuckled. Chan looked slightly scandalized.

But Seungmin didn’t laugh. He just looked at you like he wanted to bite down on his tongue—and maybe yours too.

Later that day, he cornered you backstage. Not physically. But close enough that his shoulder brushed yours, his breath ghosting against your temple.

“You’re really enjoying this, huh?” he murmured.

You looked up, confused. “Enjoying what?”

He tilted his head, smirking without warmth. “All the attention. The compliments. Like you belong here.”

You bristled. “I do belong here.”

His eyes flicked to your mouth. Something dark passed through them.

“Guess we’ll see.”

—

You didn’t speak to him for two days after that.

It wasn’t out of spite. You were just too busy.

There was a back-to-back filming schedule, and Hyunjin needed extra touch-ups for a dance scene. Felix had a breakout that needed careful concealing, and Minho was letting you experiment with a softer blush palette. You didn’t have time to waste on Seungmin’s weird jealousy or confusing half-threats.

Except… he started showing up more.

Always in the room. Always near the mirror. Watching.

One afternoon, you were crouched next to Jeongin, fixing the fold of his jacket, when a new PA walked in. A guy—barely older than Jeongin—leaned against the wall, eyeing you like you were part of the scenery.

“Hey,” he said smoothly, “you freelance? Or are you exclusive to them?”

You blinked up at him, confused. “I’m under contract with JYPE.”

“Pity.” He smiled. “You’re good with your hands.”

Jeongin snorted. “Dude.”

But before you could roll your eyes or brush it off, another voice cut through—low, sharp, and furious:

“Back off.”

You all turned. Seungmin. Arms crossed. Jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle ticking.

The guy raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. No harm done.”

But Seungmin didn’t look at him. He was staring at you.

And for the first time, his eyes didn’t look angry. They looked furious and frightened—like he didn’t know why he cared that much, only that he did.

Later that night, you caught him in the stairwell outside the building, hood up, phone in hand.

“You planning to glare every guy who speaks to me into an early grave?” you asked, arms crossed.

He didn’t look up.

“I didn’t like what he was saying to you,” he said.

You scoffed. “You don’t like the way anyone interacts with me.”

Seungmin shoved his phone into his pocket and finally met your gaze. “Maybe I don’t.”

The silence stretched, thick and tight. You took a step closer, the heat of frustration mingling with something deeper—something dangerous.

“Then what do you want from me, Seungmin?”

He didn’t answer. He just stepped forward—too close, chest brushing yours. His hand came up like he meant to touch your face, hesitated midair… and then dropped back to his side.

“You don’t want me to answer that,” he said, voice hoarse.

“Try me.”

His mouth twitched. His eyes dropped to your lips.

And then—just when you thought he’d close the gap—he stepped back like he’d been burned.

“This is a mistake,” he muttered.

And walked away. Leaving you breathless. And furious. And aching.

—-

You didn’t mean to flirt.

You really didn’t.

The new PA—his name was Minjae—just had a way of hovering close, always conveniently needing something near your station. And you were polite. Friendly. Maybe you laughed a little too loud when he complimented your outfit, but it wasn’t like you touched him first.

It wasn’t until you felt eyes burning into the back of your skull that you realized Seungmin was watching.

Not just glancing. Watching. Leaning against the wall like he had nowhere else to be, arms folded tight, jaw set hard enough to cut steel.

And when you reached past Minjae for a lip brush and he touched your waist to move aside, you didn’t even get to react before Seungmin snapped:

“Y/N.”

His voice cut like a blade—low, sharp, full of venom he didn’t bother hiding.

You straightened. “What?”

He didn’t look at Minjae. Didn’t even glance his way. Just narrowed his eyes at you like you were the problem.

“You’re not getting paid to flirt.”

The whole room stilled.

Your cheeks burned, heart pounding with equal parts embarrassment and rage.

Later that evening—after your shift ended and the others left—you found him in the parking lot, unlocking his car like nothing happened.

“Hey.”

He didn’t turn around.

“Hey.”

He sighed and looked over his shoulder. “What?”

You stalked toward him, fury bubbling in your chest.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” you demanded. “You don’t talk to me like that in front of people—like I’m some stupid girl begging for attention.”

His expression didn’t change. But his grip on his keys tightened.

“I wasn’t—”

“You weren’t what?” you cut in. “You humiliate me, and now you won’t even look at me? Say what you said again, Seungmin. I dare you.”

He turned then, full body facing you now, his eyes burning.

You took another step. “You don’t own me. You don’t get to act like—like a fucking asshat every time i try to mind my business and do my job.”

He didn’t speak.

Just looked at you.

And then—He dropped his keys on his hood. Grabbed your wrist. And kissed you.

Hard.

Like he was angry. Like he’d been starving and you were the last bite.

You gasped against his mouth, stunned, but his hand slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him—and the sound that left him was almost a growl.

You pushed at his chest—not to stop him. Just to breathe.

“Seungmin—”

“You drive me insane,” he said, forehead against yours, breath ragged. “You make me crazy, and I hate how much I want you.”

You stared at him, wide-eyed.

And he kissed you again.

Softer this time. Like an apology.

You broke the kiss first.

Stumbling back, chest heaving, lips tingling. Your fingers brushed your mouth, still wet with him.

“Oh my God,” you whispered.

Seungmin’s breath came fast. His eyes, usually guarded, looked blown open with something raw. “What?”

You looked around in a panic. “Someone could’ve seen.”

It hit you like a slap. Security cameras. Staff still inside. The risk. Your job.

“Shit—Seungmin, we—” You barely got the words out before he grabbed your hand.

“Get in the car.”

“What—”

“Now.”

You didn’t argue. Couldn’t.

He yanked open the passenger door, nudged you in with a hand on your lower back, then slammed it shut. Seconds later, he slid into the driver’s seat, turned the key, and pulled out of the JYPE parking lot like he’d done it a hundred times with you beside him.

But you’d never ridden in his car before.

Not like this.

Not with your lips still buzzing from his mouth.

Not with your heart threatening to jump out of your throat.

The silence was suffocating.

Outside, the city blurred past in streaks of late-night gold. Inside, your thoughts screamed.

What did you just do?

Why did it feel like more than a kiss?

And why—God, why—did part of you want to do it again?

You traced your fingers over your lips unconsciously, barely noticing the way Seungmin’s jaw twitched when he glanced over and caught you doing it.

He didn’t say anything. Just tapped the steering wheel, eyes locked on the road, shoulders tight with whatever war was happening behind his eyes.

You could feel him stealing glances. Quick, sharp ones. Like he needed to make sure you were still real.

Like he couldn’t believe what he’d done either.

The tension wrapped around you both like a rubber band stretched too far.

You finally broke the silence.

“Where are we going?”

“I don’t know.”

You turned to him. “Seriously?”

He kept his eyes on the road. “I just had to get you away from there.”

The words hit you harder than you expected.

Not get away. Not run. He’d said get you away. As in: he was thinking about you. Protecting you.

You swallowed.

“Do you regret it?” you asked, voice low.

He gripped the wheel tighter. “No.”

Then, quieter: “Do you?”

You didn’t answer.

Not because you didn’t have one.

But because the truth—God, no. I’d let you ruin me—felt too dangerous to speak out loud.

He parked the car near the Han River, killing the engine but not the tension. The silence lingered even as the city buzzed gently around you—streetlamps flickering, water glinting under the moonlight.

You didn’t speak right away.

Neither did he.

Eventually, you got out of the car and leaned against the railing. The breeze lifted your hair, cooled your cheeks, but did nothing for the heat still blooming under your skin.

Seungmin joined you a few moments later, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes fixed on the dark water.

You glanced at him, your voice barely above a whisper. “Why did you kiss me?”

He didn’t look at you. “You were yelling.”

“Seriously.”

“I am serious.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You were yelling and—God, I don’t know, I couldn’t think. You looked at me like you hated me…”

You frowned. “So you kissed me to shut me up?”

“Maybe,” he muttered. “But also because I’ve been wanting to for a long time.”

That quiet admission knocked the breath from your lungs.

You stared at him. “Then why were you always such an ass to me?”

That made him flinch. He dragged a hand down his face, finally turning to look at you.

“Because I didn’t know how else to deal with it,” he said. “You show up and you’re good—like, really good—and suddenly everyone likes you and you’re touching them, laughing with them, and I just—”

His voice cracked a little. “I didn’t know how to want something like this. Not like that. Not… like you.”

Your heart thudded in your chest. “So you were mean to push me away?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I was mean because it felt easier than admitting I liked you the moment you smiled at me.”

The confession hung between you like fog—heavy, slow to clear.

You turned to face him fully, chest rising and falling, eyes locked with his.

Then, without warning, without planning, you asked, “Would you kiss me again?”

His breath hitched.

“What?”

You took a step closer. “You said you’ve wanted to. So I’m asking. Would you do it again?”

His eyes searched yours, dark and conflicted, lips slightly parted like he wasn’t sure if he should say yes or just do it—

And then he did.

No hesitation this time. No fury.

Just a hand at your cheek, soft and steady, as he kissed you again under the twilight. Slower. Warmer. Certain.

It wasn’t a kiss to shut you up.

It was a kiss that said I see you now.

And I want you anyway.

—

Things didn’t go back to normal after the kiss.

But they didn’t fall apart either.

In the days that followed, you and Seungmin moved like magnets—careful in public, chaotic in private. Nothing was defined, but everything had changed.

It started with the texts.

Late-night check-ins that turned into full-blown conversations. Sarcastic jabs, TikTok links, “are you still awake?” messages that always came just a little too late to be innocent.

Then the calls.

Never scheduled. Always impulsive. His voice through the receiver—deeper than usual, softer—became your new favorite lullaby.

One night, he stayed on the line until you fell asleep.

You only found out the next morning when you woke to a photo of Daengmo, his stuffed puppy—with the caption:

“this one’s cuter than you but less annoying.”

You couldn’t stop smiling for hours.

At work, you acted normal. Professional. Barely.

But behind closed doors—when the hallway was empty or the makeup room was locked—you stole moments.

His hand would find your waist in the shadows.

Your fingers would slip into his hoodie pocket when no one was watching.

Once, after he snuck in early for a schedule, you kissed him behind the wardrobe racks. Five minutes, tops. But it left you wrecked for the rest of the day. Lip gloss smudged, pulse racing, his breath still caught between your teeth.

Neither of you said what this was. You didn’t ask. He didn’t offer.

But then came the night he called while you were folding laundry on your day off.

You picked up without thinking. “What’s up?”

He hesitated. “Nothing. Just bored.”

You tucked the phone between your shoulder and ear, half-smiling. “You called me because you were bored?”

“No,” he muttered. “I called you because I wanted to hear your voice. Don’t make it weird.”

Your heart stuttered.

He continued before you could speak. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing. Why?”

A beat of silence. Then—

“I want to see you.”

You bit your lip. “You’re not supposed to want that, remember? Not unless it’s behind a curtain.”

“I know.” His voice dropped. “But I still do.”

That was it.

That’s how you found yourself texting him your address an hour later.

[you]: if you show up late i’m never cooking for you again

[seungmin]: 7pm sharp

[seungmin]: wait. you’re cooking??

[you]: kimchijjigae

[seungmin]: marry me

You laughed harder than you should’ve.

And maybe it was ridiculous. Maybe it was reckless. But when he showed up at your door the next night—sweats, cider, soft eyes—you already knew.

You were in trouble.

—

Your apartment smelled like garlic, sesame oil, and something sweeter—nerves, maybe.

You stirred the pot on the stove, stealing glances at the clock every few seconds. Seungmin said he’d be there at seven. He showed up at 6:54.

When you opened the door, he stood there in a hoodie and sweats, hair still damp from a recent shower, and a plastic bag in hand.

“I brought cider,” he said simply, holding it up. “Because I’m thoughtful.”

You grinned. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re a liar. You said you couldn’t cook.”

You stepped aside and let him in. “I never said I couldn’t. I said I didn’t cook for people. Big difference.”

“Is it?” he muttered, kicking his shoes off and following you into the kitchen. “Feels like a privilege either way.”

He didn’t say it to be smooth. But it landed like a punch to your chest all the same.

The pot simmered on low heat while you handed him a pair of chopsticks to taste.

He tried a spoonful, paused, then looked at you with wide eyes. “Wait—this is actually insane. You made this?”

You raised a brow. “I said I would.”

He chewed slowly, and the expression on his face made you want to melt into the floor.

“This is better than my mom’s.”

You gasped. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s true,” he said around a mouthful. “Don’t let it go to your head though. You’re still annoying.”

You laughed, a little too loud, a little too giddy—and when you caught the way his eyes lingered on your mouth afterward, everything slowed.

That familiar, delicious tension crept in like smoke under a door.

The room got quieter. Smaller.

He moved to rinse his spoon. You stepped behind him to grab bowls from the shelf. Your chest brushed his back, and he stiffened—just slightly. You stayed there for a second longer than necessary.

When you moved away, he turned to look at you—and neither of you said a word.

Because you didn’t have to.

The air already said everything.

The dinner was quiet, interrupted by the occasional laugh or soft tease. But underneath the calm surface, it buzzed—everything buzzed.

You kept noticing little things.

The way he licked broth from his bottom lip too slowly.

The way his knees kept brushing yours under the table.

The way his eyes dipped to your mouth every time you smiled.

By the time you set the dishes in the sink, your hands were trembling—not from exhaustion, but from restraint.

You felt him come up behind you.

Not touching. Not yet.

Just there.

So close you could feel the heat radiating off his body, smell the faint soap still clinging to his skin.

“You didn’t have to cook for me,” he said quietly.

You turned to face him, hands still wet.

“I wanted to.”

His eyes dropped to your lips again. “You always make it worse when you say things like that.”

“Worse how?”

His throat bobbed.

“Worse like… I don’t know how long I can be good.”

The words didn’t make sense at first.

But the look in his eyes did.

You swallowed hard. “You don’t have to be good.”

His jaw clenched. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“Because if you say that again, I’m not leaving tonight.”

Your breath hitched.

Neither of you moved.

The soft hum of your refrigerator filled the silence, absurdly loud in the charged space between you.

Then—like some invisible thread finally snapped—he stepped forward.

You didn’t retreat. You didn’t even blink.

His hand reached up, slow and hesitant, brushing your cheek, curling around your jaw. His thumb traced the corner of your mouth, soft and reverent, like he was remembering it from the first kiss and needing to memorize it all over again.

Your hands came to rest at his sides, fingertips barely grazing his hips, not pulling—just being there. Like touching him helped you believe this was real.

“I think about you all the time,” he said quietly. “At work. At home. Every time my phone lights up, I hope it’s you.”

Your heart broke open a little at that.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you whispered.

He smiled, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Because I didn’t know how to want something I couldn’t have.”

“You have me now.”

The words came out before you could stop them.

And that was it.

He kissed you.

Soft, slow, devastating.

This one wasn’t hurried. It didn’t try to prove anything. It just was—a sigh into your mouth, a promise pressed into your skin.

You leaned into him, arms slipping around his waist as his hands slid to the back of your neck, thumbs stroking your pulse.

His lips moved like he had all the time in the world.

But you didn’t.

Because you were already falling, and you didn’t know how to stop.

You didn’t remember moving from the kitchen to the couch—but suddenly you were there, pressed beneath him, back sinking into the cushions, Seungmin’s body a warm, weighty presence over yours.

His kisses grew deeper, messier—less about softness now, more about need. His mouth moved with intent, his tongue brushing yours in slow, lazy swipes that made your toes curl.

One hand cradled your face like you were fragile, the other slipped under your shirt like you weren’t.

You gasped into his mouth when his fingers splayed across your bare waist—warm palm sliding up your stomach, just under your bra. He didn’t rush. He just touched, taking his time like he wanted to remember every inch.

“You’re burning up,” he murmured against your lips, voice gone rough, almost hoarse.

“So are you,” you whispered, legs tightening around his hips.

When he kissed you again, he cupped your breast gently, thumb brushing over the fabric—and that one simple graze made your breath stutter.

You whimpered.

That sound seemed to unravel something in him.

He pulled back just enough to look at you. His lips were flushed, kiss-bruised, pupils blown wide.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed.

You shook your head, throat tight. “I can’t.”

His hand slid higher, under the wire of your bra. His thumb brushed your nipple and your whole body arched into him with a soft, aching moan.

“Seungmin…”

That was all it took.

His mouth was on yours again, more desperate now—kissing like he was falling apart and putting himself back together with every touch. His hips pressed against yours, his body grinding slow and full and maddening.

You were gasping between kisses, trembling under his hands.

“I can’t take it anymore,” you choked, fingers curling in his hoodie. “I want you. I need you to…”

He paused, panting.

“To what?”

“Make love to me,” you whispered, and your voice cracked from how badly you meant it. “Please… be bad for me.”

Something shattered behind his eyes.

A low, broken sound left his throat—and then he snapped.

He pulled you up into his lap without warning, your thighs straddling him as his hands gripped your hips tight enough to bruise. His mouth crashed into yours, kiss raw and claiming, tongue sweeping deep as he groaned into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he whispered against your lips. “You don’t know what you just did.”

You rocked into him, chasing the heat between you, and he let you—let you grind against the thick, hard length of him straining through his sweats. His hands moved everywhere—your back, your waist, up your shirt again, tugging at fabric like he needed more skin, more you.

“You’re mine tonight,” he said, voice shaking. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you breathed, dizzy from how good he felt. “All yours.”

And you were.

You always had been.

By the time you made it to your bedroom, your limbs felt weak, like your body was barely keeping up with your heart. Seungmin shut the door behind him without looking away from you, eyes dark and wild, chest rising fast under his hoodie.

You stood there, back to the bed, lips kiss-swollen and parted.

He stepped toward you slowly—like he was giving you time to change your mind—but you didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said, reaching out to gently cup your face, thumbs sweeping over your cheeks like you were made of porcelain. “But it wasn’t just this.”

You swallowed hard. “Then what was it?”

His hands slid down to your waist, grounding you.

“You,” he said simply. “You were the problem. You made me feel everything I didn’t want to.”

A soft laugh caught in your throat. “So you were mean to me instead?”

“I didn’t know what else to do,” he whispered. “But not anymore.”

He leaned in, kissed you again—slow and intentional, not chasing lust this time, but baring something deeper. Your fingers gripped the hem of his hoodie, tugging it up, and he helped you strip it off, then reached for the bottom of your shirt and lifted it gently over your head.

When he saw you like that—half-naked in front of him, chest rising and falling fast—his eyes softened in a way that made your heart ache.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, touching you like a vow.

His hands slid behind you to unhook your bra, and when it slipped down your arms, he kissed your shoulder, your collarbone, the swell of your breast—each press of his lips slow and tender, like he was trying to memorize you.

You reached for the drawstring of his sweats, hands trembling, and he caught your wrist.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, eyes locked to his. “I’ve never been more sure.”

He kissed you again—harder this time—before stepping out of his clothes. You crawled back onto the bed, and he followed, hovering over you with careful hands, as if every inch of you mattered.

And to him—it did.

When he finally entered you, slow and steady, his forehead pressed to yours and both of you gasped, overcome by the stretch, the heat, the intensity of it all.

“Fuck,” he whispered shakily. “You feel… I can’t even think.”

You wrapped your legs around him, your hands gripping his back as he rocked into you, slow and deep. Every thrust was an ache, every slide a prayer.

“You’re so good,” you breathed, tears prickling behind your eyes from how full it all felt. “You’re everything.”

His breath caught. “Don’t say that unless you mean it.”

“I do,” you whispered. “I mean all of it.”

He kissed you through the burn of it—your lips, your throat, your chest—his body folding around you like he needed you closer, like he couldn’t stand the space between your skin.

“I’m yours,” he said against your ear, voice shaking. “And I don’t care what anyone says, I’m not giving this up.”

You moaned, body trembling under his, your nails digging into his back as you felt your orgasm begin to crest—too fast, too deep, too much.

“Seungmin—” you gasped.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, lips brushing your jaw. “Let go.”

You did.

You came with a cry, clinging to him like a lifeline, and he followed moments later—groaning into your neck, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you, breath tangled with yours, bodies trembling.

When it was over, he didn’t move—just stayed wrapped around you, still inside you, still with you. His heart pounded hard against your chest.

You buried your face in his shoulder.

“I don’t know what this is,” you said softly. “But I want it.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression raw and open.

“Then it’s yours,” he whispered. “Whatever this becomes—I’m yours.”

And he meant every word.

—

The sun was gentle through the curtains, spilling across your sheets in soft golden streaks. You stirred first, warm and heavy, limbs tangled with his. Seungmin was still asleep—face buried against your neck, one arm snug around your waist, the other resting just under your pillow like he’d been protecting you even in sleep.

You didn’t move.

You didn’t want to.

He looked younger like this. Softer. The sharp tongue, the sarcasm, the guarded looks—all melted into something unguarded and peaceful.

You reached up to brush his hair out of his face, fingers featherlight.

He mumbled something against your skin, breath warm and sleep-heavy.

“Hmm?”

“Your bed smells like kimchijjigae,” he said, voice gravelly and low from sleep.

You laughed. “You’re ungrateful for someone who got fed and laid.”

He cracked one eye open. “Bold of you to assume I’m not still hungry.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. “You want breakfast?”

He leaned in closer, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to your shoulder. “Mmm. You.”

“Seungmin—”

“Too much?” he grinned into your skin.

You sighed dramatically. “You’re such a menace.”

He looked up at you then—really looked—and his smile softened into something impossibly sweet.

“But I’m your menace,” he said softly.

Your heart clenched.

You blinked at him, stunned silent for just a second. “That… was dangerously close to romantic.”

“Shut up.”

“Are you in love with me, Kim Seungmin?”

“I literally just woke up.”

“And already you’re lying to my face.”

He groaned and flopped onto his back, dragging you with him so you landed half on his chest. “You ruin everything.”

You curled closer, resting your cheek against his heart.

“You ruin everything too,” you whispered.

A beat of silence.

Then, his fingers slid into your hair, stroking slow and absent. “So what happens now?”

You didn’t answer right away. You just let yourself breathe him in—clean skin, sun-warmed sheets, the faintest scent of last night still lingering.

Eventually, you whispered, “We keep being careful. But not hiding.”

He nodded, chin brushing your forehead.

“I can do that,” he said. “As long as I still get to do this.”

He tilted your chin up and kissed you, soft and sweet and slow.

It didn’t feel like an ending.

It felt like a beginning.

And as his arms tightened around you and your legs tangled even more beneath the sheets, you knew—whatever this was, wherever it went—you were in it together now.

No more pretending. No more sharp tongues without meaning.

Just you.

And him.

Finally on the same page.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Authors note: Hi again! Remember to keep your account visible before sending a request babes, i will not be taking anon requests because i am serious about MDNI. Please bear in mind that i cannot write everything sent to me, only ones which i can relate to and produce in great quality so that being said, absolutely NO A/B/O!! Amongst other weird stuff! I love you guys! Don’t forget to reblog and comment!

Taglist: @tsunderelino @innieandsungielover @inlovewithstraykids @reignessance @jeonismm @sttnficrecs @herejusttemporary @krssliu @kenia4 @miilquetoast @thackery-blinks @leeminho-hall @suga-is-bae @butterflydemons @inejghafawifesblog @malunar28replies @minchanlimbo @mal-lunar-28 @breakmeofftbr @itvenorica124 @slut4junho @deepblueocean97 @thequibbie @yaorzu-blog @imagine-all-the-imagines @just-bria @mischievousleeknow @ifyxu @melanctton @thelostprincessofasgard @binniebb @sillylittlecat1 @darkwitchoferie @m-325 @headfirstfortoro @imseungminsgf @ihrtlix @vernorica123 @hwangjoanna @swordswallower2000 @niki007 @yxna-bliss @firelordtsuki @justwonder113 @mbioooo0000 @sammhisphere @nebugalaxy @cutecucumberkimberly @chancloud8