#stray kids aesthetics | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

thick-tatted-therapist · 9 months ago

Text

The aggressive show of love from Felix’s part really stuck to me 😭 the whole thing is good though, super comforting and sweet

Stray Kids! Mafia - They Want You to Sit on Their Lap but You're Insecure about Your Weight

Warnings: possible trigger warning for ED, profanity, quite a lot of sexual insinuation etc

Bangchan

You walked past your boyfriend as he was sitting on the sofa, your legs brushing together when you went to get your seat beside him. Chan, however, took your waist and pulled you to his lap with ease, locking his arms around your body.

"N-No, wait!" you stuttered, pushing gently against his chest and trying to get up.

"What is it?" asked Chan as he looked up into your eyes, a frown falling onto his face. He was still holding you tight though, this time even more securely yet gently as if he were afraid you might break.

"I-I just... I'm just..." blood rushed to your cheeks, "Aren't I too heavy?" you whispered through dry lips as you turned away from Chan's gaze.

He smiled to himself and placed his lips against your warm neck, leaving kisses on top of each other. However, you did not melt against his touch. You were sitting uncomfortably, trying to raise your weight off him and waiting for his answer.

Chan frowned again and rose his face to look at you. "Are you serious?" he asked, thinking it was all a joke. Yet you were everything but joking. Chan's brown eyes flickered between your own, his lips parting slightly.

"Even if you had a hundred pounds more, you wouldn't be too heavy," said Bang Chan gravely. "Even if you had two hundred pounds more, you wouldn't be too heavy, do you understand me?"

His grip on your waist tightened, holding all of you down against him and with ease.

"Do you understand?" Chan repeated as you did not answer. You licked your lips and looked down. "Babe... Do you understand me?" he repeated one last time and rose your chin to face him.

"Don't ever fucking doubt yourself for a second, least off all because of your weight," said Chan and eased in for a hungry kiss, "You're perfect."

Lee Know

You brought Minho a cup of coffee as you made yourself one as well. You placed the mug on his desk whilst he was working from home, his gaze focused on the laptop. Yet when you came to his side, Minho could not help but fix his eyes on you although you did not even notice.

He wrapped his arms around your waist immediately and pulled you to his lap. You let out a small squeak of surprise, trying not to put too much weight on Minho.

He pulled you closer without hesitation and took in the wonderful smell of your skin as he placed a soft kiss on your neck.

You blushed, your arms wrapped around his neck when suddenly Minho's eyebrows furrowed into a frown.

"Why are you hoovering?" he asked gravely.

"I-I... I'm not," you lied.

Minho raised his eyebrows at you, his lips slightly parted. His eyes narrowed at you in a motionless stare, catching you on the spot.

"I'm too heavy to sit on your lap," you whispered embarrassed. You looked down as your cheeks flushed red once again and your palms turned sweaty.

"What a load of fucking nonsense," grumped Minho, his grip on your waist tightening. "Don't ever say that again, you hear me, kitten?" he growled against your lips before kissing you passionately and making you forget you ever doubted yourself.

Changbin

Changbin came home from work one afternoon, exhausted with the people he was forced to deal with all day. The sight of you, however, made all of his trouble melt away.

You came to kiss him when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him tightly. He kissed your lips and sat down in an armchair with you.

Breath caught in the back of your throat as you tried to keep your weight off Changbin's lap. You tried to pull away and get up but he did not let you.

Changbin's eyebrows furrowed into a frown and his eyes darkened before his lips parted ever so slightly as well.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, holding onto your hips.

"I... I'm... I'm too heavy Changbin," you confessed and looked down. Blood rushed to your cheeks and neck, colouring them pink. You licked your dry lips, a heavy, shaky breath escaping your mouth.

Changbin scoffed a laugh, sure you were joking. But when he saw the hurt expression on your face and felt your palms shaking against his chest, he realized you were being serious.

"Why would you ever think that, baby?" asked Changbin seriously and caressed your cheek so that you'd look at him. "You shouldn't ever think like that. You're perfect just the way you are, Y/N. And I fucking love you," he said before he pulled you closer and made you lean all of your weight on him. Changbin led your chin to his lips, kissing you intensely.

Hyunjin

You were going to watch a movie with your boyfriend and sat down on the sofa beside him. Hyunjin's gaze traced your every move, setting on you by his side.

"What do you think you're doing, angel?" he asked seriously. You looked up into his sharp eyes and stopped yourself in the midst of trying to eat popcorn. You froze in place than slowly put the snack that has not touched your lips back into the bowl.

"W-What?" you stuttered, not knowing what you did wrong. Hyunjin was only putting on his harsh face to tease you but your first instinct was to think he is serious as you were taken off guard.

"Come here, angel," he spoke quietly and much more gently. He opened his arms for you. You scooted closer, realising Hyunjin was only teasing you and cuddled against his shoulder. However, that is not what he had in mind. His hands wrapped around your waist and scooped you up into his lap with ease.

You squirmed though as his fingers touched the soft of your hips, a deep shadow of self-consciousness coming over you. You quickly scooted back onto the sofa, leaving Hyunjin in a frown.

"What's going on?" he asked, reaching again for your body but you scooted even further away.

"N-No, don't... I'm not... I'm too heavy to sit on your lap," you confessed as blood rushed to your cheeks and coloured them red. You looked away, avoiding Hyunjin's intense gaze.

Hyunjin scoffed annoyed and rolled his eyes before he reached for you once again, this time trapping you against his body.

"See? You're perfect for me, angel," he whispered against your lips as you straddled against his lap, your heart beating harsh against your chest.

"Don't you ever say anything as stupid as that again, alright? he said before he kissed your lips hungrily, securing his hands around your waist even tighter. "You're so perfect for me..." murmured Hyunjin as he moved from your lips to your neck, leaving soft wet kisses down your skin.

Han

You had just woken up from an afternoon nap when you saw Han eating alone in the dinning room. You rubbed your eyes as you were about to reach for the coffee machine but Han had already wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you to his lap, savouring the warmth of your soft, gentle body.

"You smell so good," murmured Han against your neck when suddenly you were wide awake.

The moment Han pulled you to his lap, you lifted most of your weight off him. At first, he thought you were just finding a comfortable position but when you did not sit down properly, his eyebrows furrowed into a frown.

"What are you doing, baby?" asked Han and licked his lips as he looked up at you.

"N-Nothing, I just... I just don't want to make you uncomfortable," you confessed in a whispered. You looked away from his eyes, feeling the warmth creep up to your cheeks.

"Why would you think you're making me uncomfortable?" asked Han and frowned even worse. His arms locked tightly around your waist, holding you close to him.

"Because... Because I... Because I'm to heavy," you spoke in less than a whisper.

Han wanted to laugh at how absurd your words sounded to him. To him, you were the most beautiful, the most attractive woman in the world. You could never be too skinny or too heavy.

But when Han saw the sadness on your face, he could not bare to stand it a moment longer.

"Hey," he brought your attention to him when he cupped your cheek, "Don't you ever say anything like that again. You're not too heavy. You're fucking perfect," assured Han, looking you dead in the eye as he spoke those words.

"But-"

"No, Y/N," he cut you off. "You're fucking perfect..." whispered Han, his gaze falling to your lips. He leaned in slowly yet his kiss was as intense as ever. Breath caught in your lungs as butterflies woke in your tummy and you could not help but respond to the passionate kiss.

Felix

You decided you would make lunch because Felix was busy with some papers he need to fill for work. When you were done, you called him to eat, setting the dishes on your dinning table.

Felix wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind as he watched you finish up setting the table. His chin was leaning against your shoulder, his lips pressing a soft, delicate kiss to your neck.

"Thank you," he said quietly, "This looks wonderful."

"It's okay," you smiled and turned around, stepping on the tips of your toes to kiss him.

As you were about to sit down however, Felix pulled you to his chair instead and sat you in his lap. You supressed a gasp and wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself. You looked away awkwardly, trying your best to keep your weight off Felix's lap.

He did not notice at first but he soon realized you were barely hoovering over his thighs.

"Babe, why are you hoovering? Are you uncomfortable?" asked Felix surprised yet he did not expect your answer.

You nodded and bit the inside of your cheek, avoiding Felix's gaze.

"Why?" he asked concerned.

"I just... I'm too heavy," you whispered and tried to get up from Felix's lap. You almost succeeded but then Felix realised what you had just said and pulled you back. He held you firmly to him as his eyebrows furrowed into a frown and his jaw tightened as well as his grip on your hips.

"You're not too heavy," Felix spoke deeply, looking you dead in the eyes. "Don't you ever say shit like that again because it's not fucking true."

You stared at him, taken back by the determination in his eyes. Felix's gaze flickered down to your lips out of the sudden. He placed a delicate yet hungry kiss to your lips, deepening it ever so slightly. Goosebumps rose on your arms and legs as you could not help but respond to his affections determined to make you feel like the most loved woman in the world.

Seungmin

Seungmin had always known you were insecure about your looks yet he could not understand why. To him, you were the most beautiful woman in the world just the way you are.

When Seungmin pulled you to his lap whilst working on some papers for work, you gasped in surprise and barely caught yourself from putting all of your weight on him.

One look at your eyes though and Seungmin knew exactly what you were thinking. He did not say a word but only pulled you even closer so that you had no choice but to sit on his lap properly.

"It's okay," he said quietly and brushed a loose lock of your hair behind your ear as you looked down in embarrassment. You glanced up into his eyes, trying to make out whether he was telling you the truth or only saying that to make you feel better.

But instead of telling you how perfect you are to him, Seungmin decided to show you. He cupped your cheeks and pulled you to his level before he kissed you intensely. His thumbs caressed your skin as his hands slipped down your body, locking themselves on your hips. Seungmin squeezed you tightly, making you gasp into the kiss.

"I'm going to show you just how much I fucking want you," he growled against your lips before he stood up and sat you in the armchair instead, kneeling down in front of you.

Jeongin

You were watching a movie together when Jeongin moved the hair from your neck and began leaving kisses across your collar bones. You could not help but close your eyes when he found your sweet spot, forgetting completely about the movie. But when Jeongin's arms wrapped around the small of your back and he smoothly pulled you to his lap, your eyes fluttered open. Breath caught in your lungs as you lifted some of your weight off Jeongin, taken off guard.

Jeongin looked up into your eyes when he noticed you were but hoovering on his lap and your kisses grew weaker. His eyebrows scrunched into a frown and his hands stopped roaming your hips; instead holding you still.

"What's going on?" he asked quietly, his voice deep and tentative.

"No... Nothing," you shook your head awkwardly as you lied, trying to distract your boyfriend with your kisses. But Jeongin could not focus on anything else knowing you were uncomfortable.

"Y/N," he stopped you and took your cheek, "What the fuck is going on?"

"N-Nothing, I just... I just don't want to hurt you..."

"Hurt me?" scoffed Jeongin, "How could you hurt me?"

"Aren't I... Aren't I too heavy?" you whispered as blood rushed to your cheeks. Your lips went dry and your palms turned clammy.

"Why would you ever think that?" asked Jeongin gravely, making you look into his eyes as he cupped your cheeks. You shrugged your shoulders and continued avoiding his gaze.

"Look at me, Y/N," demanded Jeongin, "You're perfect. You're so fucking perfect," he growled beneath his breath as his gaze already fixed on your lips. He kissed you hungrily, pulling you so close to him your back arched against his arms.

#stray kids #stray kids mafia #stray kids aesthetics #christopher bang #bang chan #lee minho #lee know #stray kids edit #han #han jisung

1K notes · View notes

st4rlvr · 8 days ago

Text

Morning warmth || CSN

The room was dim, illuminated only by the soft glow of the moonlight spilling through the sheer curtains. San lay beside you, his back turned, his breathing steady and deep. The sound of it filled the quiet room like a gentle lullaby. Yet, despite his closeness, a shiver danced across your skin. The air was cool, and the blanket draped over you wasn’t enough to chase away the chill.

You stared at his back, the curve of his shoulder peeking out from the blanket. San always radiated warmth, like his body carried the sun within. Unable to resist, you inched closer, pressing yourself to his back. The heat he exuded enveloped you immediately, soothing and comforting. You tucked your knees up, curling around him like he was the hearth of a fire.

San stirred slightly at your touch, his head turning just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his profile, peaceful and soft in sleep. His hair was slightly mussed, and his lips parted just the tiniest bit as he let out a contented sigh. You felt his warmth seep into you, chasing away the chill entirely. Your arms instinctively slid around his waist, holding him close, and you buried your face against his shoulder blade. He smelled like cedarwood and something uniquely him—an intoxicating mix that instantly calmed you.

“Cold?” he murmured sleepily, his voice a low rasp in the quiet.

“A little,” you admitted, your words muffled against his back.

Without a word, San shifted slightly, adjusting himself to let you snuggle even closer. His hand reached behind to gently pat your arm, a lazy gesture of affection before he drifted back into sleep. You smiled against him, closing your eyes as the warmth of his body wrapped around you like a cocoon.

The next morning, you awoke to the faint sound of San moving about. The bed dipped slightly as he leaned over to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and soft.

“I have to go,” he whispered. His voice was laced with regret, and you hummed in acknowledgment, too sleepy to fully respond.

By the time you stirred again, he was gone. The room was quiet, save for the distant hum of the world waking up outside. Yet his presence lingered. The sheets smelled of him—woodsy and familiar, tinged with the faintest hint of his cologne. The warmth of the bed still clung to you, as if he had only just left moments ago.

You sighed, sinking further into the mattress. Reaching over to the bedside table, you grabbed the book you’d been reading the night before. The words on the page were engaging, but your mind kept drifting back to him—the sound of his voice, the way his warmth had cradled you through the night.

Time passed unnoticed as you remained cocooned in the sanctuary of the bed, surrounded by the remnants of him. Even in his absence, he was everywhere, and the thought made you smile.