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five more minutes || h. jisung
â・đŚšÂ°âË・â contents: han jisung x reader, college au, established relationship, fluff, slightly suggestive, intense make out sesh, disgusting amounts of mutual simping
â・đŚšÂ°âË・â word count: 1.8K
â・đŚšÂ°âË・â warnings: tinyyy bit suggestive (this whole fic is just one really long kiss scene LMAO), one (1) hickey is given to reader
â・đŚšÂ°âË・â a/n: repost from my old instagram under starryy.chan. this is like 2 and a half years old so iâm not sure how great the writing still is but i hope you enjoy regardless! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3
now playing : whisper - park jiwoo
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If a more perfect end of your day existed, you didnât think you wanted it.
It had been meeting under that giant oak tree on campus, just to sneak a few kisses after your last classes of the day ended. Then Jisung had dragged you to a nearly secret bakery, hidden along the outskirts of the university campus, where the store owner had offered you a small box of macarons with the chocolate cheesecake youâd shared. Youâd taken them snugly in their container back to Jisungâs apartment, where the treats had been devoured over a heated and exhilarating few rounds of uno.Â
Youâd decided on a simple dinner: a pizza (or maybe it was two) to share over loud discussion and banter, where he relentlessly teased you and you argued playfully back. With him, the rhythm of conversation flowed effortlessly- and over every possible topic you could explore. Because it was just that easy with him, just that natural.Â
And Jisung had the unique ability to make you laugh with hardly any effort. What was even better was how much you knew he attempted to bring out your smile and loud giggles simply because he loved them. He never failed to tell you that, and it always left you a flustered mess. Which, of course, he also adored.
And after way too much teasing and silly banter and lame puns just to crack a smile, Jisung pulled you onto his lap. He hugged you close, sighing in content when you let your head fall onto his chest. His heartbeat in your ear, paired with the sound of his breathing, was so calming as you binged several episodes of a favourite show. Occasionally, the boy pressed a kiss to your forehead or around the crown of your head. You, in turn, laced your fingers through his and played with his various silver rings and admired the black polish on his nails.
Yes. Yes, you barely paid any attention to the TV. And could you be blamed, when every time you peeked at Jisung, you could see the pure love shining from his eyes as he looked back at you with that beautiful smile of his?
And after what had been nearly six hours together, it became apparent that the day would have to end at some point. You had early classes, and Jisung worked at 9 am, which meant the two of you needed to momentarily part ways. Jisung drove the short fifteen minutes to your place, before pausing in front of the building. Looking out the car window into the night, you felt a sad little pang to your heart.
âYou have everything?â Jisung inquired, offering you your bag. You took the thin straps in one hand, nodding slowly before looking up at him.
Describing what Jisung meant to you was always hard. You knew you loved him, but it was more than that. You felt safe with him, and when you were around him all your worries seemed to melt away. Especially late at night, you hated to leave.
âI donât want to say goodbye.â You confessed, feeling a little silly. It wasnât like you werenât going to see him soon. After all, you went to the same university together and texted pretty much constantly. But for some reason, tonight it was even harder to step out of the car.
Jisung must have noticed, because he gently pulled the backpack from your grasp and replaced it with his hand. He slid his fingers to fit between yours, making your heart do all sorts of acrobatics in your chest. He slowly smiled at you, allowing his other hand to rest lightly on your thigh as he leaned closer to murmur,
âLetâs make it a long one then.â
He moved in to press his lips to yours, softly taking your lips in his. You responded instantly, inhaling as you moved your mouth to the rhythm Jisung set- a leisurely pace that sent your mind spiraling at his touch. His free hand found a stray piece of your hair to tuck behind your ear as he kissed the corner of your lips, then your cheek and jawline with several more slow pecks. You sighed in absolute content, eyes closing to focus on what you were feeling- the tickle of his breath on your skin before each press of his warm lips, the occasional touch of his tongue that made you shiver, the brush of his fingers as they wound around your neck to tangle into your hair.
Here you could sense the embers sparking to life in your veins as you pulled him in for another kiss. This one was firmer, more needy than before; you sucked on his bottom lip, hearing a low hum from his throat as he tugged lightly at your hair, bringing your face as close as possible to him. âI love you,â he whispered, and then again and again with every added press. Butterflies flew up your throat; his air was your only air- and the only air you felt youâd ever need or want again.Â
Kissing Jisung was exhilarating. Like a drop on a rollercoaster played over and over; a stutter of your heart felt in the best kind of way.
Your fingertips landed lightly on his shoulder, before slowly bunching the fabric of his blue sweater. His kisses remained heated but came along slower; they savoured yours, each methodical roll of his tongue purposeful. He knew the best ways to rile you up- and luckily you knew his weaknesses, too. You allowed your hand to drop and brush along his forearm, dragging your fingers up his arm and around his neck. You felt him shiver at the same time you did, as his hand released yours to grasp your waist. In one swift motion Jisung pulled you over the seat to tumble onto his lap as his lips continued their abuse on your own. You responded with equal enthusiasm as you found a tight grasp on his dark locks and pulled harshly. He grunted and urged you closer, kissing you ravenously- you heard him pant out, âY/n-â
You became acutely aware of the warmth of his thighs underneath you, the firm muscles of his chest pressed to yours, and every touch of his skin on yours. His teeth nibbling your bottom lip was more than enough to drive you near insanity, and his firm grip sliding over your hips did nothing to help that. You wanted absolutely no space between the two of you, nothing but him and you stuck together like glue. And it seemed Jisung had the same idea, as he wriggled his arms out of the sleeves of his sweater, the sleeveless white tee underneath already precarious over his shoulders. Your fingertips traced over his arms again- this time, you could feel the burning heat of his skin, the flexing of his biceps as his hold on your waist tightened, his breathing coming out unsteady.Â
Through the fuzziness of your mind, you felt words you didnât mean come from your parted lips. âShouldnât- shouldnât we go?â
âNo-â Jisung managed, kissing you like he might never have the chance again. His kisses trailed south, making you gasp as he found your throat and quickened his pace over your skin. And between each peck: âFive- more- minutes.â
As if you hadnât been hoping heâd say that.
And any last whisper of a thought to go was buried once his lips found its place right under the curve of your jawline, a sensitive spot only Jisung knew about. You gasped as his teeth nipped at your skin, shooting fire through your veins as it left a mark. His hands gently rocked your hips over his, and you stuttered out a whine. Jisungâs murmurs- words completely lost in your hazy state- were breathy and low, making you shiver as the warmth of his breath tickled your skin before his lips made contact along your neck again. Feather kisses fluttered across your collarbone, accompanied by his hands winding around your neck, thumb absentmindedly brushing your jawline.Â
His words were whispered louder this time, and you finally heard them clearly. â Letâs lose time, Princess.â He breathed as his lips touched your ear, and goosebumps erupted over your skin. They trailed along your jaw, before your mouths were locked again, and his words disappeared in favour of sloppy kisses.
Your mouth was captive to his, and content to remain so. His hands ran up and down your sides, fingers teasing the hem of your hoodie to skim his fingertips over your burning skin. It sent shivers across your body, and a soft breathy whine left your lips as your fingers found purchase in his locks again. Your brain was a jumbled mess, just every cell of your existence intent on Jisung, whose mouth worked wonders as he slid his tongue along your bottom lip, before diving in again.
You swore you could have spent hours just kissing him, bodies pressed together, air a distant and seemingly inessential thing at the moment. His hands teased you under your sweatshirt, while his lips continued their breathtaking work with yours. You felt on fire, heat simmering over every inch of your skin and burning where his lips touched you. At last, some sense seemed to come back to the both of you, and Jisungâs kisses slowed to softer, slower movements.
âPrincess?â He murmured against your lips at last, and you knew that it really was time for the two of you to go.
You pulled away, breathing heavily as your eyes refocused onto Jisung in front of you. He was also panting, eyes looking back at you. For a minute you were both still; then Jisungâs hands dropped to find yours, fingers tangling between your own.
âDid you know I love you?â He whispered- like it was a promise, a secret just for the two of you. And it only mattered that you knew it.
You ducked your head to plant a soft kiss to his swollen lips, feeling him grin into the kiss when you did. You lingered close when you leaned back, noses nearly touching, his breath tickling your face. âI think youâve told me.â
His eyes flickered to yours, and the adoration in them made your breath catch.Â
âI love you, Ji.â You whispered, brushing his bangs away from his eyes. You watched him slowly smile- the kind of smile that had you feeling something far beyond happy- before resting your head on his shoulder.
His arms wound around your waist, fingertips gently drawing circles over your back. It was silent and peaceful for a moment before Jisung spoke again.
âWe really should go-â
You shushed him with a quick kiss before collapsing against his chest again. âFive more minutes.â
Jisung laughed softly, and when his grip on you tightened and his head fell against yours, you knew youâd won him over.
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chapter forty seven : chocolate barsÂ
warnings : none. though not to my knowledge - if anything itâs swearing. EDIT : thereâs one swear word. one.Â
word count : 1kÂ
âSoâŚ.whatâs on your âletâs get back Y/Nâ agenda today?â Hyunjin drawled sarcastically, biting into the sandwich that Changbin has been staring at incessantly.Â
âGet back Y/N,â Minho nodded, determined.Â
âYeah but how?ââ Hyunjin asked, before looking at Changbin, âOh sorry dude, I didnât realise you started your diet today.âÂ
âI literally messaged you last night,â Changbin complains, his fingers combing through his hair, ignoring the sad salad that sits in front of him, waiting to be eaten.Â
âJust-â Minho blinks at your figure moving across the room from him, chatting mindlessly to Felix and hooking that strayaway hair from your face. His breath is caught and words forgotten. Youâre here.Â
Chan clicks his fingers in front of Minhoâs face, grabbing his attention, âWowâŚyou're pathetically into her arenât you?âÂ
âYou canât talk,â Changbin snorts, âYoon literally flicks her hair and youâre all over the kind of shampoo she uses, whether or not she really loves you anymore when she smells like that. Sheâs not a dog. Not to mention, I basically asked her out for you.âÂ
âYou did not.â
âBasically,â Changbin rolls his eyes.Â
But Minho is distracted. Thereâs pictures of you and him together in his head, laughing and smiling fondly at each other. Your secret shared memories and how much he loves to put a smile on your face, how much he loves spending time with you. How much he loves you and him together.Â
How much he loves you.Â
He knows what he has to do. What he needs to say. What he wants to say.Â
So with that, he pushes away from the table and walks past your table, turning slightly to make sure he has your attention. He cocks his head towards the exit, pulling out the coin that rested in his pocket. You blink at him cautiously, excusing yourself from the table just as Jeongin and Seungmin sit down. They look at you offended and you giggle before excusing yourself anyway amidst their whining and complaints. His own friends watch him cautiously as you both exit the cafeteria, pulling into the hallway.Â
Minho walks to the vending machine, sifting through the chocolate bars in front of him, pondering over which to get. He feels your presence next to him, and neither of you look at the other no matter how much you want to.Â
âWhich one do you want?âÂ
You hum, placing your fingers on the glass. His face contorts with slight disgust as he removes your hands from the glass, preventing you from leaving too much of a mark. You smirk knowingly to yourself. Youâre surprised when he doesnât make any effort to remove his hand from yours, instead, interlocking your fingers together.Â
âThat one,â You say, not letting your voice waver.Â
Minho nods. Youâre staring at him through the reflection, watching him bend down to retrieve the chocolates heâs just ordered. Admiring him? Zoned out? Youâre not too sure. Thereâs something weird about him today.Â
You rip open the plastic wrapper, digging right into the chocolatey goodness and you hum appreciatively, âThanks.âÂ
You grin at Minho, who has his chocolate hanging loosely in his hold, not making any move to open it. Heâs looking at you with a weird look, familiar but not quite typical.Â
Itâs weird.Â
This is weird.Â
âI love you,â Minho pronounces, the taste of them unsure and bubbly on his tongue.Â
You stare at him, your chocolate unmoving in your mouth as he watches you come into terms with the information. You shake your head and nod at the same time, like an idiot. But other than that? Frozen.Â
âWai-âÂ
âNow that I think about it, Iâve loved you this whole time and have been saying it in my own kind of messed up way. And thatâs not your way and Iâm sorry. ButâŚthat doesnât mean I havenât been loving you in my way,â He adds, rambling on when you donât make any other movement apart from a wide gaping jaw. So wide itâs almost an entrance way.Â
âI guess âI miss youâ has always been our âI love youâ though hasnât it?âÂ
âWai-âŚwait a second.âÂ
His mouth clamps shut at your words. Youâre staring at the boy you love bewildered. Did he just say those words? Did you just hear those words? A smile creeps up onto your face until it has your whole body under its joyous and unrelenting control.Â
âCan you repeat that for me?âÂ
You canât help the smirk that comes across your face, so teasing and grinch-like that his own drops from his face. Though as he watches your face become more deranged whilst waiting for him, the swelling of his heart is so large that he canât think of anything else.Â
âForget it,â Minho huffs and shakes your head.Â
Thereâs your guy.Â
You smile properly this time and itâs all very sweet that his own melts his whole face into a softer version of him. Unable to contain your emotions, you lean forward, pressing a soft peck to his lips. He can taste the chocolate on his lips and though itâs not his favourite flavour, heâll take it.Â
Once again, he finds himself hooking a stray hair away from your face, smiling at the contrast to the last time he was so close to you. His hands are warm as they cup your jaw, and your smiles refuse to erase even when he presses his lips to yours. Your own palms lay flat on his cheeks as you deepen the kiss a little, feeling the way his eyebrows furrow in that Minho way of his and his hands fall to your waist.Â
You pull away, not wanting any embarrassing talk with the Vice Chancellor about indecency and sexual health. You canât help but feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you murmur, âMy boyfriendâŚ.I love you.âÂ
Every part of him is touching you. His forehead rests flat on yours. His palms and fingers align themselves to each other but not quite interlocking together. His lips on your jaw with another chaste kiss. Even the tips of his shoes meet up with yours and nothing has ever felt righter than this moment.Â
This is your guy.Â
You fucking love your guy.Â
J U S T Â S A Y Â I T
you have two boyfriends. oneâs fake and the other a secret. one is avoiding love whilst the other is slowly opening himself to it. a story in which oneâs cowardice, anotherâs insecurities and your own volition leads you here, overwhelmed and exhausted, in the middle of two best friends.
chapter forty seven : chocolate bars
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authorâs note : so guys thereâs only a couple more chapters to go! Iâm up to the last chapter and then the little something something after it so make sure you read that! I have surgery on the day âChapter Forty Nineâ goes up so there may or may not be links until Iâm either out of hospital or no longer on anaesthesia. It depends on how fucked up I get it!Â
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â.Ë áĄŁđŠ â â early morning moments with skz !
âş đš . genre: fluff! jisung's a tiny bit suggestive
âş đš . a/n: since i've done late night moments with them, i think it's only fitting i write this as well! enjoyy <33 pls let me know your thoughts by reblogging or leaving a comment <3 (inspired by some of these prompts <3)
đৠchan đŕ§
Youâve been awake for a while now, snuggling and holding each other close as half of your body was on top of your boyfriendâs, almost latching onto him like a koala bear without shame. And he didnât mind, Chan never did, content with being glued to you in every situation, hugging you so tightly like he wanted you to morph into one, the same entity kept alive by the beating of a singular heart.
âYou fell asleep in the first 20 minutes of the movie last night.â You whisper, drawing random shapes on his exposed pecs, laying in the crook of his neck. Chan makes an apologetic sound before heâs interrupted by a yawn, stretching his arms above his head and letting one fall to curl around your middle. âSorry, baby. I guess I was pretty tired.â
Tired is an understatement, and you laugh, lazily reaching for your phone on the nightstand to show him exactly what youâre talking about, with him tugging you right back to his chest when you stretch too far. There is a picture of Chan, sitting on the couch with his head thrown back and mouth open, snoring away while the movie heâs been begging you to watch together was rolling in the background.
The laugh he lets out is quieter than usual, the remains of sleep obvious in his half-closed eyes and deeper voice. âDamn, I was out like a light.â
You continue cuddling for a while before agreeing itâs time to start your day, reluctantly separating and sitting up at the end of the bed, adopting the same stance.
Heâs still mumbling about something when you notice his hair sticking out in every direction, reaching out to tame the curls before stealing a kiss which only makes your boyfriend want another, and another until twenty minutes have passed and youâre still in bed, snuggling and making out like the world outside your bedroom did not exist.
đৠminho đŕ§
âMinho.â You whisper, tossing and turning under the blanket to face him, peering at his sleeping face. Your boyfriend was on his back, resting peacefully, unaware of the godly beauty he possessed, one people would surely go to war for, chest rising and falling rhythmically.
He doesnât respond so, you try again. âMinho!â this time, he scrunches his nose cutely and rolls over, away from you and your antics he was too tired to be a victim of this early in the morning.
âMinho, are you awake yet?â You know what they say, third time is the charm because your boyfriend responds instantly, voice loud and clear, the opposite of your soft tone which takes you by complete surprise. âNo.â
âOh, okay.â you whisper, feeling bad for disturbing him. âSorry.â you almost turn on your side and succumb to slumber before it hits you. Without warning, you swing a leg over his torso before rolling yourself over him to land on the other side of the bed, ignoring all his groans in protest.
âLiar!â Youâre nose to nose now and Minho barely gets to open his eyes before you push his shoulder, causing him to fall on his back as you climb to straddle him. You waste no time leaning down and connecting your lips in a sweet kiss, cupping his cheeks and squeezing affectionately. As much as he wanted to complain, Minho couldnât help but smile against your lips, body melting into the mattress while one of his veiny hands moved to rest on your exposed thigh, needing to feel more of you.
He should lie more often if this is the reward he gets.
đৠchangbin đŕ§
âBinnie.â Youâre gentle as you brush curly hair strands from his forehead, smiling when he instantly leans into your touch. âMy love, I know youâre awake.â
âThen you should also know I hate waking up to an empty bed.â He pouts, eyes still closed stubbornly. With the same fond smile, you roll your eyes, hand dropping down to slowly trace his every feature, knowing he could never resist you.
âI had a good cause, I promise.â When he doesnât budge, you reach for the tray on the nightstand and place it across his lap, over the blanket, careful his smoothie doesnât spill over. âI made breakfast.â
Just like magic, his eyes snap open and he sits up so quickly you wonder if he got whiplash that was instantly cured by the smell of his favorite breakfast. His eyes sparkle as his gaze moves back and forth from the tray to you, so touched and grateful as he takes it all in, noticing the effort you put in so early in the morning just to cook a feast and surprise him with breakfast in bed. Nobodyâs ever done something like this for him, love him so deeply and openly. Is this what being the luckiest man in the world felt like?
âI love you.â The words stumble out without second thought, eyes misty, forgetting all about being upset and giving you attitude. When you laugh, he does too, carefully leaning over the food to kiss you, the love of his life that adored him in the exact same way he adored you.
Love is the greatest gift heâs ever received and as selfish as it sounds, Changbin hopes youâll continue loving him this way for the rest of your shared lives, that youâll always remain by his side. He promises to continue eating your cooking even when youâre both old and grey, impaired taste and all.
đৠhyunjin đŕ§
The early hours of the morning found you in the arms of your beloved, sleeping away, undisturbed by the outside world and its people who were already hurrying around to get to work on time. You wonât be joining them today, nor will the man whose warmth was currently engulfing you whole, creating a safe love bubble you never wanted to burst.
Your face was buried in his chest, the soft material of his t-shirt moving with each breath he took, his heartbeat rocking you to sleep every time your eyes opened to check the time. Old habits die hard, but Hyunjin always manages to calm your racing mind even from dreamland.
Half an hour later, when the sun starts to peek through the drawn curtains, youâre awakened by tiny paws jumping on the bed, breathing and barking loudly. So much for sleeping in. Hyunjinâs eyes open with a smile, arms tightening their hold on your middle as he brings you even closer, resting his chin on top of your head while squeezing tightly. Morning cuddles were a must, even if your boyfriendâs other baby was too impatient to be let out to allow you to enjoy them to the fullest.Â
âGood morning, love.â He greets you with a kiss, lingering there for the briefest moment before finally tearing himself from you, giggling down the hallway as he quickly goes to allow Kkami on the terrace.
He comes back rambling about something that happened at a schedule the other day, blinking the sleep away as he hands you a water bottle, yawning here and there. Unfortunately for him, youâre not listening, too distracted by the way his plump lips move and his husky voice, the words going in one ear and out the other as your inner monologue takes over.
âYour morning voice is so hot.â Hyunjin stops mid-sentence, momentarily taken aback before he bursts out laughing, dramatically collapsing back into bed and reaching for your hand to hold. âWhat?â
You nod, now sitting up against the headboard, eyes still zoned in on his pink and wet lips, enthralled. âTell me more, baby. What did Chan do?â âHe wasnât even there!â See, not paying attention at all. But who could blame you when your boyfriend couldnât take the hint and finally kiss you again?
đৠjisung đŕ§
âI had a dream about you.â Jisung perks up from his place on your chest, the TV running idly in the background, showing a random cartoon. âWas I hot?â âYou cheated on me.â
He gasps dramatically but doesnât move, too comfortable as you continue running your fingers through his freshly dyed hair, almost lulling him back to sleep. âAsshole move, dream me. Off with his head!.âÂ
You chuckle, kissing the top of his head and turning into a puddle once he begins leaving wet kisses on your neck, apologizing or most likely trying to distract you from how heâs been acting in your dream. It was working, because you lost your train of thought a couple of times before managing to speak again, eyes fluttering shut.
âYou were very mean, actually.â Jisung hums against your neck, licking the skin before his kisses move downwards, to your collarbones, warm hands holding you down by the waist, touch burning pleasantly through your thin clothing.
âIâm sorry, baby.â He props his head up, chin resting right above your chest as his eyes bore into yours with a familiar intensity. âPlease let me make it up for you.â
Thatâs what he says but ten minutes into making out and caressing each otherâs bodies, his head falls tiredly to his previous place on your chest and youâre both out like a light, the warmth and cloudy weather of the early morning casting the spell of sleep on your forms and trapping you in bed for another three hours.
đৠfelix đŕ§
You were not a morning person, it was a well-known fact by everyone in your life. Especially by your boyfriend who usually stayed up to keep you company, talking the hours away and giggling under the blankets until you both passed out just as the moon was retiring for the day.
So, youâre more than perplexed when one very early morning, you feel a warm hand caressing your cheek, followed by soft lips peppering feather-like kisses on every inch of your face, coaxing you awake.
âBaby,â his deep voice calls, barely above a whisper to not scare you, leaving a kiss on the corner of your mouth this time, âwake up, angel.â
You make a face, eyes still closed in protest and make to turn over, away from him until you feel the bed dip and his hand in your hair, massaging the scalp gently. Was Felix trying to wake you up or lull you back to sleep? Pretty sure he was just as confused.
When he leans down again, hovering over your face, your arms spring up and lock at the back of his neck, quickly bringing him down and bumping your noses together. You see his eyes widen, inhaling sharply as he realizes what youâre about to do and dodges your kiss last second, lips landing on his cheekbone instead.
Groggy and grumpy from being woken up this early, you pout, relaxing under his weight as his chest presses yours down. âKiss me!â Felix chuckles and shakes his head, hands on either side of your head holding him up. âNot until you wake up and join me in the kitchen.â Once he sees you shake your own head and move to try and kiss him again, he adds. âI have a surprise!â
Now why didnât he say so from the beginning? You release him but he doesnât move away immediately, smiling from ear to ear before kissing your forehead and scooping you out of bed in one swift movement, strong arms under your knees as he giggles and jogs towards the kitchen, face brightening up when a smile finally graces your features. Â
đৠseungmin đŕ§
Every single morning, Seungmin was the first to wake up without fail, reaching for you to bring your body to his chest and cuddle until you also did, just laying there since he never wanted you to wake up alone.Â
Thatâs why when you woke up earlier than usual, with his chin resting on your shoulder and hot breath hitting your cheek, you didnât hesitate to move around and bring the blanket further up your bodies, making sure you were both covered and comfortable among the many pillows.
âYour feet are cold.â But Seungmin doesnât respond, legs intertwined and body still glued to yours like he never wanted to let go, couldnât. You sneak a glance over your shoulder and find his eyes closed, long eyelashes kissing the top of his cheeks as he rested, sleeping deeply. For the first time since youâve known him, Seungmin didnât smile in greeting as you woke up, still sleeping soundly like it was the most normal thing in the world.
It felt a bit strange, but your heart only grew as you watched him, admiring his side profile and the peaceful look on his face, the furrow between his eyebrows absent as dreamland took care of him.
You never got the chance to do this, wake up first and let your thoughts run wild as you resist the urge to squeeze his cheeks and plant kisses all over his face, love pouring out at a dangerous pace, threatening to suffocate him at any moment. Not like Seungmin would mind, adoring you too much to not allow you to do whatever you pleased.
As careful as you can be, one of your hands trails down and intertwines your fingers, gently bringing your connected hands to your chest as you curl further into him, content with getting more cuddle time, loving every single moment.
đৠjeongin đŕ§
âDid you know you talk in your sleep?â You mumble into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to hide from the obnoxious sunlight that is threatening to take your lover away with the start of a new day.
Jeongin laughs, incredulous. âNo way! Iâve had countless roommates and none of them have ever complained about me randomly rambling in my sleep.â He headbutts you affectionately, almost like a cat, and snuggles closer, also bothered by the sun but too lazy to get up and close the curtains he forgot about last night.
âIâm not complaining.â Looking up, you share a breath as you move to plant a small kiss on his nose, smiling when it scrunches up in fake annoyance, knowing your boyfriend loved morning cuddles as much as you did. âI actually think itâs kind of endearing.â
He rolls his eyes, big hand drawing circles on your back under the blanket, soothing you in an attempt to get you both to fall back asleep. Mornings were not his thing, and he really didnât want to leave you, clingier than usual. The bed was so warm, and you were so soft and smelt so good, how could he ever think about leaving? Not like heâd ever admit it out loud.
âWhat did I say?â He chooses to entertain you, stretching his whole body before bringing the blanket over your heads and moving his arms to hug you, turning on his side so youâre face to face. You pause, momentarily mesmerized by his beauty, messy hair and puffy eyes only making him look even more adorable in your eyes. Tracing his bottom lip, he puckers them to gently kiss your finger. âI donât know, I donât speak gibberish.â
He groans, regretting he asked and hiding his face in his pillow. âYou also snore.â âI do not!âÂ
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â the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.
wordsăť3.7k / pairingsăťot8 x gn!reader / genresăťfluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warningsăťminsungâs are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO
a/năťmassive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (ď˝ĄË áľ Ë )
chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and itâs just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny âstooooopâ every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.
but you like poking fun at it even more. âgod forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,â youâd say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.
fast forward however many months. heâs still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that itâs rubbed off on you.
the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. youâre almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: âso damn beautiful.â
âwhaâhuh? what is?â
âyou. your voice, your face, everything. iâm lucky.â
your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.
âlove?â no response. âwhat, uh, whatâs happening right now, exactly?â
no response. no response. then, hoarsely, âyou canât...say shit like thatâŚrandomly.â
he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, youâve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when youâre pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.
âyouâreâŚembarrassed?â
the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.
âyouâre so good to me, channie,â you sigh helplessly. âi love you.â
âlove you more, baby.â he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. âthat was very me of you, by the way.â
âi know, right? i was just about to say.â
minho + butt touching. itâs quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someoneâs buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.
but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you isâŚdifferent. doting. thereâs no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you canât sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. heâs so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).
you take it into your own hands. literally.
you donât know what prompts itâmaybe youâve simply seen minho slap his membersâ asses one too many times, or maybe youâre still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbinâs ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right placesâbut you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.
he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.
âgo get âem, tiger.â thwack!
minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.
but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what youâve just done. good. really good.
you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. âitâs like it moved on its own.â
minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, âthatâs what weâre doing now?â kisses you again, for longer this time.
you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems youâll be reaping what youâve sown from now on.
(good luck.)
changbin + the Cackleâ˘. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldnât expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.
your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantlyâ
âare you well?â you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until youâd been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.
thatâs how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didnât think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.
you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.
you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date.Â
no, changbin doesnât say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesnât expect you to find it exceptionally funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.
jisung turns around from his seat on the couch. chanâs footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.
the only thing on changbinâs face, though, is unfettered delight.
âb-baby,â he sputters with a growing smile. âare youââ
you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.
he loses it.
the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like thatâll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.
chan and jisung look at each other and sigh. jisung takes a video.
hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless himâŚand DAMN HIM.
on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; itâs a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.
on the other hand, you think thereâs a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, youâll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if youâd known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage controlâŚyouâd still date him, letâs be real. but you do get stressed at times.
the night the tables turn, youâre at a celebratory dinner for your coworkerâs birthday. small caveat: you canât stand her. sheâs the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesnât help that sheâs downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.
hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to âcough.â you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. youâre so, so grateful that heâs here, but youâre also deathly afraid that heâs gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.
then, she flirts with him.
from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that heâs yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjinâs jaw hits the table.
your fork clatters to your plate.
FUCK time and place.
the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.
you take your boyfriendâs wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you donât say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you donât have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she mightâve started crying.
once youâre on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice: âyou might be the sexiest person on earth."
jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.
you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? youâve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.
finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.
âbaby, your mouth is open.â
you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: âwhat on earth did you just do?â
âwhat do you mean?â
âtheââ you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. ââthat.â
jisung looks aghast. âthat was LIP BALM.â
âno, i know what itâyouâre soâi meant, why do you apply it like that?â
jisung continues to look aghast. âlike what?â
âlike youâre one of socratesâ prized pupils and the answer to the universeâs formation lies at the bottom ofââ you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. ââthis tube!â
it might be the craziest thing youâve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers heâs pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. canât stay away from you to save his life, this one.
âdo i actually?â
âyes! holy shit, itâs so cute.â your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. âno way youâve always done that, right?â
âi donât know. iâve never thought about it.â a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. âam iâŚdoing it wrong?â
the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lipsâa ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actorâthen back to his eyes. letâs find out.
you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. itâs such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.
felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.
he stood by the stageâs entrance just before curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.
it returned to the forefront right before bed.
âyou do it when youâre nervous?â
âyeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.â the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. âwanna give it a go?â
âwhat, checking my pulse?â
âmine.â
you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the worldâs gentlest tattoo.
the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.
âwell?â he whispered.
âninety-three,â you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. âyouâre nervous right now?â
âsomething like that,â he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.
the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldnât, and heâd cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.
two years have passed since, and youâve vanished from the dinner table.
felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you donât notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck.Â
his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesnât need to, not anymore.
let me.
you do.
his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.
the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence.Â
âwell?â you whisper.
âhundred and six,â he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips.Â
he wonders if itâs a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but thereâs no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.
the earth slants under his feet.
âcrazy.â you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. âthatâs how many years i want with you.â
seungmin + poking eyes(?) heâs hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade.Â
âKIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.â
do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. âheâs literally me. iâm allowed to do whatever i want with me.â
âheâs not you, heâs our son.â you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriendâs shoulder. âmy son, if you keep this up.â
âjust say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.â
upside-down, he watches you dust off puppymâs face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shitâs expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.
âiâm asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,â you say. âyouâll survive.â
but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.
âbut why do you do that, seriously?â you mutter.
âi have no idea,â he replies. âbut itâs fun. try it.â
âiâll think about it.â you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. âokay, iâve thought about it. no.â
��hate you,â he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then youâre off to work.
puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. youâd be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungminâs poking predisposition.
one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.
you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. youâre just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes whenâ
âI KNEW IT!â
you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like heâs actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, youâre under him.)
âamateur,â he tsks. âyou gotta test my breathing to make sure iâm asleep first. shitâs foolproof.â
you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.
now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.
âHOW MANY TIMES?â
jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.
âhwuck,â he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. âayee ith waz a bah iyeah.â (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)
âyou got this. just take it slow,â you urge, except heâs stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if heâs descending into a deep sleep. youâre actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.
after some time, he swallows, beams. âso am i the fucking best or what.â
âyeah you are,â you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.
âwhen are you doing that with me, by the way?â
âthe one-bite thing?â he nods. âmmm, coaches donât play.â
âmmm, this one will.â
âdoubtful.â
fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)
âthe rules!â he declares. âeat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you canât spit it out!â
you wait. âis that it?â
âyes!â
why was the delivery so grand?
jeongin places a fond hand atop his brotherâs head. âiâve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.â
you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. heâs never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.
yoon counts you off. âreadyâŚâ
âgood luck, coach,â jeongin sings.
âshut up, pipsqueak.â
âsetâŚGO!â
in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.
desperate times call for desperate measures.
you rip the orange from your lips. âyoon! your brotherâs ticklish, right?â
both yang siblingsâ eyes widenâthe youngerâs in growing delight, the olderâs in impending horror.
the latter reacts first. âay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!â (translation: wait, wait, wait, thatâs against the rules!)
but the former moves first, and youâre right behind him.
jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.
he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyanceâ
youâre back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. âih ih eawahin, ooh.â (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)
yoon replies, âhuh?â (translation: huh?)
âdissipates, immediately.
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Poly SKZ!Fake Texts - "Who Asked Me Out First?"
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when your pretty fingers and siren voice falls onto the ears of han jisung he canât stop thinking about you
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ââ ŕ¨ŕ§ SKZ WHEN THEY WANT YOUR ATTENTION
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HAN
Han wouldnât let you be. He wouldnât let you be, until you give him the fullest of your attention. Letâs say youâre on a really important call with your boss. Itâs a very important call so of course you have to be fully attentive. Han gets sulky youâre not paying attention to him so he decides to nibble on your ear, releasing weird noises from you that could be misheard as something else. He would have the biggest grin the moment your boss finally ended the call after getting the hint.
FELIX
Felix would act like it doesnât bother him one bit. Well it obviously bothers him cause youâll see him everywhere you go, with that creepy fake smile plastered across his face. He wonât stop until you finally notice him and point it out. He immediately turns from a grumpy moon to a happy sunshine.
SEUNGMIN
Seungmin is the complete opposite of the others. Heâll show it no matter what. At first when he notice youâre not paying attention to him, he starts to wonder if he did anything that made you mad. If not heâll become whiny and pouty like a dog as he clings onto your feet not letting go of it until you pay attention to him.
JEONGIN
The moment he saw you fully focused on your phone. He knew it would be hard to get your attention. He thought of an idea and stepped closer to you, resting his hands on both side of your cheeks, they were practically in between his palms. âBabeâŚ.â He murmured, a hint of plead in his voice. âCome on babe look at meâ he grabbed your jaw, gently pulling it closer to his face. The moment your gaze averted from your phone to his eyes, he cracked a small smile. âWhat?âŚâ you asked softly. âNothing. Just wanted your attentionâ he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.
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ŕŠŕ§ âź PRINCESS ďš
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âWhy am I her emergency contact?â your friendâs boyfriend cowers under his pointed gaze and hastily explains how you did not have an emergency contact so he just dialled your most recent call. Halfway through that explanation your friend drunkenly starts kissing her boyfriend making that the cue for them to leave.
Minho looks at you, who has been suspiciously quiet the whole time before he sighs, accepting his fate and drags you to his car. His glares do nothing to soothe the ache in his heart as he softly places you down on the passenger seat and carefully tucks your legs in before attaching the seatbelt.
Closing the door, he moves to the other side, sets himself down on the driverâs seat and puts in your house location. As soon as he starts the car you mutter your first sentence for the night, âYou really came.â
âYes, you called me so,â he reasons, more to himself than with you, hating the pang in his heart formed at the thought of what if you had called someone else and not him. God, he would have hated it!
You giggle under the influence saying, âDo you know how many times I have dreamed of being your passenger princess?â His heart flutters at the sound of your light laugh filling the car making him bite back a smile as he asks, âWhy?â
âBecause you look hot driving,â your blatant voice makes him choke on air as he feels his face getting hotter at the compliment. Minho tries to focus on the road and less on his thumping heart as you continue blabbering, âI am so clichĂŠ, I like my enemy.â After a short breath you continue, âWill you tease me about this tomorrow? Well, thatâs okay, I will just make myself believe.â
When you suddenly stop his eyes widen and he hastily asks before he can stop himself, âBelieve what?â
âThat you tease me because you like me, like those book-boys,â your eyes fix on his face and it takes him all his self-control to not look at you or he knows he will straight up crash.
âPassenger princess huh? You like being that?â he quickly changes the topic as the air around him gets hotter. He makes a mental note to get his car's air conditioner checked. Maybe it is malfunctioning.
You nod lightly, eyes hazily fixed on him, making him grip the steering wheel as if his life depended on it and say, âYou always call me that to tease me, the jokeâs on you, girls love being called a âprincessâ.â
âDo you now?â the teasing edge returns to his voice, his cocky demeanour coming back instantly. âMost do,â you say softly and add, âI would hate it so much if you called someone else that though.â Minho doesnât know how he kept his sanity after that sentence leaves he knows but he somehow brings you to your apartment and stands in front of the door.
âPassword,â he asks, making you giggle and flirtingly pointing at his chest, âTo your heart?â
âTo your home,â he deadpans but canât help a lovesick smile take over his face as he watches you cutely stumble to put it in. The low light of the hallway accentuates your features and he finds himself blaming the high of the night for wanting to grab your face and kiss you right then and there.
When the door finally unlocks he carefully holds you and walks inside as he finds himself spilling, âYou donât need to worry about the heart you have already got that unlocked.â
âHave I?â your eyes widen in anticipation as you sling your arms around his neck looking up at him and Minho swears he never saw as many stars in the night sky as he did in your eyes that night.
âYes, the day I realised you were borderline tolerable, I knew I was screwed,â he whispers back, eyes fleeting between your lips and your eyes before he sighs panting lightly. He somehow makes you drink a glass of water and you plop down on the bed, pulling you with him but he stays upright making you pout. Mustering all his self-control he goes to find a change of clothes in your closet.
He waits outside patiently and after what feels like almost twenty minutes he hears the door unlock as he enters, your hair is ruffled, and your face is puffy and warm from all the alcohol yet Minho finds himself fighting all his demons to not press his lips to yours.
When you finally plop down on the bed he pulls up the duvet to your chin and sighs saying, âI find drunk confessions awful, but I am here swooning over shit like this, so yes, I am stupidly in love with you, I guess.â Your eyes light up even in the haze of alcohol and sleep overtaking your features and he finds himself resisting to kiss you for the third time that night.
âRemember it till morning, for me,â he whispers to you lightly and prays silently that you will, before turning off the lights and saying one last sentence, âSleep, my princess.â
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chapter fifty : the first pieceÂ
warnings :Â suggestive content (nothing too out there), swearing most likely.
word count :Â 1.6k
The party was abundant with a crowd of people too large to contain and thus the noise batshit crazy. Everyone seemed to be dancing, drinking or causing mischief.Â
Then the police came and chaos unravelled ten fold. Bodies flew into bushes, people rushed to their cars in crowds and other people had attempted to appear natural. You were the poor soul who had just left the bathroom, locked out immediately with your hands still dripping wet.Â
âHide,â You heard a hiss and with pressed lips you had opted to hide in the wardrobe closet. As the police had come in with their typical tone of trade, you opened the wardrobe, stunned to see Lee Minho, with both of his knees pulled to his chest.Â
His eyes snapped towards you, contemplating whether or not to shut you out or not (heâs glad he didnât) but the footsteps must have brought along a panic because he yanked you in with him, ignoring the way you were breathing heavily on him.Â
Youâre quiet and awkward.Â
He likes it, that means he can just relax without needing to be overly standoffish to get the point across. Besides, he knew you, albeit briefly and through mutual friends, but he knew you enough to be amiable.Â
âYouâre Jisungâs friend,â Minho commented, âFrom high school arenât you?âÂ
You smiled, âYeah.. and youâre Jisungâs friend from classes.âÂ
Minho grinned as well. You remain a little like that, exchanging slight back and forths between each other, enjoying the company. It was only when the crowd had returned its chatter with a low warning from the police about noise control that you had let out a small groan.Â
âNot into this party then?â Minho opened the wardrobe door and the smile he was wearing took you by immense surprise.Â
âPeer pressured,â You answer, âYou?âÂ
âHwang Hyunjin,â Is all he says. You nod in acknowledgement before letting the comfortable silence between you linger.Â
You have an idea.Â
You probably shouldnât. You probably wouldnât either. But thereâs something about Minho that you canât help but want to get to know more.Â
âDo you want to ditch?â You suggest, enjoying the way his eyes light up as he ponders over it. His eyes can do that? Youâre incredibly entranced.Â
âYou sure your friends would like that?â He teases, familiar with a few of your friends. Most of them, actually.Â
"We can escape through the window,â You indicate to the slightly open window, big enough to give both you and Minho an easy escape if you shall need it.Â
He pretends to think about it, though he doesnât necessarily need to, heâs sure that this is something thatâll matter to him. He doesnât know why or how, he just has a feeling.Â
âAfter you,â Minho combs his hair back and straightens his clothes, and you have a hard time looking directly at his eyes without letting it drift downwards to the body lines through his shirt.Â
You had reached your humble abode only half an hour later, laughing as you held a can of drink with two straws. The two of you only had enough money to pay for one can and both of you were thirsty for its contents.Â
You had tried not to get too giddy as his hair had brushed your cheek whenever he took a sip or the way you seemed to fight over who got which coloured straw.Â
âNice place,â Minho notes as he lounges comfortably on your furniture.Â
Your mouth gapes open in joking offence, âcomfortable there, baby?âÂ
His eyes gloss over with a challenge in his eyes as he gazes at you, âYes, baby, I am.âÂ
Itâs silent for a while, comfortably. Youâve turned a movie on, fingers sifting through your favourite movies and opting for Finding Nemo. His gaze relaxes as he watches it, his eyes widening as he gets lost into the ocean world.Â
âDo you want to stay over?â You offer, not moving from your current position of having your heads together that has you so giddy and so lovestruck, youâre starting to think youâre pathetic.Â
Minho grins, âTwo propositions in one nightâŚ.how could I refuse?âÂ
Itâs crazy for him to be so flirtatious with someone like this. How easy it is for him to be with you like this. He finds he especially enjoys your company and though he had made plans to return home after making sure you got to bed alright, he finds he genuinely wants to stay. With you.Â
âI think Iâm going to vomit in the morning,â Is all you admit when he thought youâd return his teasing with your own flirtatious reply. But heâs even more intrigued by the answer you give him.Â
âThatâs okayâŚ. I undress before I fall asleep,â Minho confesses, cursing at the way it comes across as perverted.Â
But you only hum, âOkay.âÂ
âIs that a usual for you?â His eyebrows raise, feeling a rumbling in his stomach that he knows he shouldnât have.Â
âSometimes.âÂ
Heâs sure you donât know how much fire he has in his soul and how much it burns. But you send him a smile, so delicate and shy that the fire dwindles out and is replaced by a night sky.Â
So when the movie is over, you lead him by his fingers, not quite interlocked but appearing like a hook, to your bedroom. You thank the gods or whatever high power that exists that you had washed your sheets and shaved your legs tonight.Â
You look away as he pulls his pants down, leaving himself in his boxers and taking off his shirt before sliding into the bed, enjoying the way the fabric glides against his skin. He moans at the feeling.Â
âRight?â You say, clad in your short pink pajama bottoms and tee, also infatuated by your bedding choices.Â
You fall asleep with not much else, butterflies have been swarming your whole chest at the fact that you have a hot boy in your bed. One that isnât Jeongin, Seungmin or Felix. But an actual boy. Someone you want to hold hands with and gift flowers to.Â
But the butterflies appear angry as you lean over the side of the bed, emptying your guts into the bucket you had provided for yourself. Youâre slumped weakly over the bed, hating yourself for drinking that muchâŚor drinking at all. You hate it.Â
You feel movement to the side of you before a gentle hand sweeps away your hair from your face, hooking it behind your ear before your back is being rubbed. You muse at the way it feels and gratitude is so strong it begins to seep through your skin, âYouâre so nice, Minho.âÂ
Minhoâs chuckle is laced with sleep but he answers you with that soft tone youâve become accustomed to within hours, âYouâre the only one that thinks so.âÂ
You pout, but unable to lift your head, your hand reaches for his, only to get a grip on his pointer finger before bringing it to your chest, holding it tight. He shifts closer so he can rub your back with the other hand, and youâre distracted by his naked chest pressed against your back.Â
When youâve stopped vomiting, you look at him, taken aback by the way heâs looking at you all soft. It makes you slightly bashful at the state heâs seen you in, but he doesnât mind. He couldnât at all. His eyes are twinkling as he looks at you and if this hadnât been your first meeting, youâd say he was halfway in love with you.Â
âThereâs this waterfall I go to, itâs beautiful. Itâs got this water hole. Itâs so pretty. I should take you. Itâs a real healing waterfall. It helped me a lot with my mental health andâŚya know?â âÂ
Youâre not making sense, but your body is currently going into overdrive and neither of you have pulled away.Â
Heâs looking at you with eyes that tells you heâs going to kiss you or do something thatâs going to make you flip out as soon as he goes home. But before he can act on it, your bedroom door slams wide open and your mum comes in a celebratory mood, excited and energetic to surprise you.Â
âMY HONEYBEE- Woah! Hello!âÂ
Minhoâs eyes widen as he looks at presumably your mother before his own eyes travel to his naked chest on display and his close proximity to you. You wave your hands in denial, back and forth.Â
âNo Mum! Itâs not what it looks-âÂ
But your mother is only grinning ear to ear, her brain waffling with stories to tell the grandchildren and already planning future wedding speeches. Her attention darts to your father whoâd have a heart attack if he saw the two of you, and she turns around quickly to distract him, âOh you must top the cupboards with more food, god she must be starving!âÂ
She then peeks her head around the corner, trying not to grin maniacally when the boy next to her daughter attempts to hide his chest to her with the duvet.Â
âMum!âÂ
Her cackle is heard across the hallway, setting up the table herself with one extra seat for the boy youâve brought home.Â
When your father returns with some groceries, confused by the presence of a guy in his daughterâs house - your mother only beams and lies, âOh he came around over for lunch, didnât you? Her boyfriend, yes?â
You eye your mother judgmentally before flickering a look of reassurance to him, in that bashful but endearing look smothered on your face.Â
âUhh yes.â
Your eyes widen and your face is incredulous as he looks at you with a growing smile.
Minho comes to the simple conclusion as he digs into the store bought but fulfilling lunch in front of him, ignoring the notifications that vibrate his pocket as his âDo Not Disturbâ turns automatically off. You were a stranger last night but now you were something to him. The feeling heâs feeling is so powerful, itâs as if he could be a better person. Be someone to you.Â
One day though, you will be his girlfriend. Even if thatâs the last thing he does and the apocalypse follows soon after.
J U S T Â S A Y Â I T
you have two boyfriends. oneâs fake and the other a secret. one is avoiding love whilst the other is slowly opening himself to it. a story in which oneâs cowardice, anotherâs insecurities and your own volition leads you here, overwhelmed and exhausted, in the middle of two best friends.
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â.Ë áĄŁđŠ â ' late night moments with skz !
âş đš . genre: this is just sleepy fluff <3 some of the boys get kind of emotional.
âş đš . a/n: happy binnie day!! <3 to this day, these are some of my favorite hcs i've ever written so i hope you enjoy! (early morning moments with them right here <3)
đৠchan đৠ- 2:34 am
âDo you think Berry misses me sometimes?â He mumbles into your lap, voice full of sleep as you gently massage his scalp. Looking down at him, your eyes soften when he hugs your middle and hides his face in your stomach which prompts your other hand to begin tracing his features softly.
âOf course, she does, baby.â Chan almost purrs in response and your heart melts at the sight, managing to contain the sudden urge to squish his cheeks together. âRemember how excited she was the last time you visited? She was jumping, running around you and never left your side the whole time you were there.â
A moment passes and then two with no response from your boyfriend and thatâs when you realize, by his even breathing, that he finally fell asleep.
You smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead, whispering a sincere I love you in his ear, not stopping your massage.
Sleeps like this, in your lap, until youâre sure heâs asleep for good before you slowly move him into a more comfortable position and wrap his whole body in a blanket burrito.
đৠminho đৠ- 11:59 pm
âHug me, Iâm cold!â
You hear him groan before he turns over to face you, grumbling under his breath as he envelopes your body in a big hug and begins to squeeze the life out of you. All out of love, of course.
âBetter now?â âMinho, I canât breathe!â
Doesnât let go but does tilt your head up to look into your eyes and the love you see as you stare back almost has you in tears. A sleepy smile makes its way onto his lips and thatâs when you manage to loosen his grip by wiggling into his arms, wasting no time as you begin to plant open-mouthed kisses all over his face.
His smile widens until giggles escape him, loving the way your lips feel on his skin as he lets you do whatever you want until youâre satisfied. When you finally reach his lips but donât linger for as long as heâd like, instead kissing them repeatedly while also giggling, he takes matters into his own hands and kisses you deeply while still keeping the initial softness of your previous ones.
đৠchangbin đৠ- 3:47 am
You toss and turn in the sheets for what feels like the millionth time before finally giving up with a frustrated sigh. âBinnie, I canât sleep.â
âMe neither.â The response comes instantly and you sit up on your elbows to find him staring at the ceiling, visibly exhausted. You frown, scooting closer to hug him by the middle and rest your chin on his chest.
âEverything okay?â
Your soft voice prompts him to let it all out, to rant about work and his daily struggles at a fast pace that you can barely keep up with. When his voice quivers, you look up and plant comforting kisses on his neck and jaw, one hand gently massaging his chest through his nightshirt.
When heâs done and his speech slows down, Changbin moves to hide his face in your hair, muscular arms wrapping around your body to bring you closer, almost like he wanted to morph your bodies together. Being one with the love of your life sounded great right now â to be able to take all of his pain and discomfort so that heâll always be happy and healthy was something you dreamt about often. Unfortunately, until that was possible, you hoped from the bottom of your heart that what youâre able to do right now is enough.
đৠhyunjin đৠ- 1:08 am
âForget worms, would you still love me if I was a deadly shark?â
Hyunjin looks up from his phone, flabbergasted, just to find you already looking at him. Heâs silent, waiting for you to elaborate but when you donât, he sighs and gives in. âDarling, what the hell are you talking about?â
You roll your eyes, cuddling closer as you place your head in the crock of his neck to inhale his comforting scent. His arms pull you closer instantly, phone long forgotten. âThis hypothetical situation, Jinnie, is critical for our relationship. Please take it seriously.â
Is confused the whole time as you ramble on and on about your âhypothetical situationâ that at some point, having had enough, he just turns his back to you and gets comfortable on his other side.
When you follow him and throw a leg over his body, continuing on while drawing patterns onto his back, he swiftly turns around to hover over you, pinning you to the mattress. Your eyes meet and for a second, you think heâs going to kiss you until your dream is shattered as he begins tickling you mercilessly instead. A tickle war starts that leaves you both breathless and laughing well into the night.
đৠjisung đৠ- 1:56 am
âWhen youâre away and I miss you, I spray this pillow with your cologne and cuddle it as I would cuddle you.â
Jisungâs eyes widen slightly as you speak against his lips, the lingering sadness in your tone pulling at his heartstrings in an unpleasant way. Youâre face to face, staring lovingly at each other while talking in hushed voices about everything that comes to mind.
He knows that at this time during the night, he gets all soft and mushy but he wasnât expecting to cry this soon. You were so good to him, his own angel on earth that would wait for him for as long as it was needed. You deserved so much better.
Gently cupping your cheek, you lean into his touch and close your eyes in contentment, and he bites his tongue to stop himself from crying. âIâm sorry, baby.â
His voice is shaky so without a word, you cuddle closer, burying your head in his chest and holding him tighter while also kissing his covered chest. âSorry? Sorry for what? Donât be silly, Ji. Your love makes all this waiting around worth it every single time.â
đৠfelix đৠ- 4:02 am
âWait, what? She said that to you?â Felix asks, voice loud in disbelief as the hand that was combing through your hair stops momentarily.
You nod, looking up at him from where youâre resting your head, on his abs, the bare skin warm and soft under your touch. âYes! I have receipts, hold on.â
As you scramble out of bed to get your phone from where it's charging, Felix canât help but smile as his eyes are completely focused on you and nothing else. He always thought you were the most beautiful like this â bare-faced, with your hair slightly messy and missing that furrow between your brows that appeared during the day.
Vulnerable and oh-so cuddly during the late hours of the night, and early hours of the morning you sometimes spent with him, talking, kissing and laughing until the sun rose again to announce another new day.
When you came back to bed, Felix was resting with his back against the headboard and the position allowed him to pull you flush against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you showed him your phone. It was the domesticity he always craved for which he hoped would never end. That you and him like this never ended.
đৠseungmin đৠ- 12:32 am
Taking another peek at the bedside clock, you canât help but sigh as the red digits glare at you, almost mockingly. Youâve been in bed for hours now and youâre still as awake as you were back then too. It was infuriating, and you were this close to actually crying in frustration.
Almost as if sensing your low mood, Seungmin turns on his side to face you. âEverything okay?â
You shake your head and bury your head in the warm pillow. âI canât sleep, Minnie. Will you sing to me, please?â
His arms come around you to bring your back to his chest, successfully luring you into being the little spoon, which to be honest, you didnât mind one bit right now. He places a kiss on your cheek, and with one hand softly massaging your hip, he starts humming. Not a lullaby, but one of the groupâs title tracks.
When you glare at him over your shoulder, he grins and stifles a chuckle before starting to sing a proper lullaby. Just as suspected â his dreamy voice does have magical powers and youâre asleep in less than five minutes. Or maybe it's the way he holds you so closely and the occasional kiss on the top of your head that does the trick. Either way, you have to let Felix know asap. He owes you 20$.
đৠjeongin đৠ- 11:45 pm
âBlanket thief.â He complains, however, thereâs no real malice in his tone as you roll around into a blanket burrito and leave him completely exposed to all the monsters that come out at night, laughing loudly.
You donât see him, but he rolls his eyes, trying to appear annoyed as he hides his growing smile. âCome here, baby, letâs share.â
When you shake your head no, still giggling in your pillow, Jeongin takes matters into his own hands, literally, and lifts you up by the waist to trap you into his tight embrace, which causes you to shriek and laugh again. He soon joins in and your laughter fills the tiny room as you begin wrestling for the blanket.
âCome on, be reasonable, thereâs enough blanket for the both of us.â âNo.â âY/n.â âBut Jeongin, the monsters â â ,âIâll beat them up! Now, come here!â
Somehow, he manages to convince you to share and you fall asleep cuddling while watching youtube videos, with his soft voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But during the night, he still ends up uncovered and because heâs petty, he pretends to fall out of bed and says that the monsters got to him because of you and your selfish nature he canât help but still love so much!
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ŕłâ FAKE ARGUING WITH BESTIE!SKZ â ( texts đŹ )
đ´ â when playfully arguing with your best friend suddenly turns into you full-on simping for one another <3 ę° đšairing ęą ËË ot8 x f!reader đ
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Breathless | h. j.
⸠synopsis: Was it dumb? Yes. But when has that ever stopped you and Jisung?
⸠starring: han jisung x female reader
⸠word count: 2.5k
⸠general content: best friend!jisung, accidental Friends With Benefits reference, both characters are dorks, jisung is kind of a menace(uncharacteristically good with women), smut
⸠warnings: sexual content, swearing, fingering, protected sex, very tame bondage
⸠rating: 18+ MA
⸠authorâs note: watched FWB today and was gagged when the literal opening line of this fic was used in the movie in the exact same context. it came out in 2011! how does that even happenâanyways enjoy this old fic since it reminded me of it lolllll
⍠this fic has a soundtrack! Feel That - Junny
âWhat the hell are we doing,â he giggled into your mouth, peeling off your outer layer as he pushed you into the comforter. Your hands fumbled with the buttons on his flannel, desperately trying to get rid of the unnecessary fabric between you two.
âI donât know, but I kinda like it.â
It had all happened so fast; one moment you and Jisung were lazily watching whatever talk show that the tv program was playing and the next, you couldnât keep your hands off of each other.
This was probably the most reckless decision you two had decided to make since you became friends in middle school. Why on earth would best friends be trying to undress each other in the late hours of the night?
âWait.â You pushed him away slightly and let go of his shirt. âIs Hyunjin coming home anytime soon?â
âNo.â Jisung chuckled, lifting the edges of your band tee. âHim and Seungmin are on Jeju Island, they won't be back until next week.â You nodded, raising your arms for him to take off the shirt before pulling his neck towards you again, resuming your heated kiss.
The rest of his buttons came undone quickly, your hands desperate to feel his burning skin under their fingertips. He leaned back to take the fabric off, chucking it to a random corner of his room, before freezing at the feeling of your hands tracing his abs.
âWhen did you get built Ji?â You whispered, staring at the subtle definition in his skin. A light scoff left his lips before he rolled his eyes, leaning forward to cage you with his toned arms.
âIâve always been this way baby.â He raised an eyebrow, eyes trailing all over your exposed skin.
âAre you trying to be sexy?â
âIs it working?â
âShut up and kiss me.â
You didnât have to tell him twice, him attaching his lips to yours immediately and letting his hands roam your skin.
As much as you hated to admit it, you loved the way his fingers traced foreign trails up to your jawline. Touching you like this wasnât something you had previously wished he did, but now you felt like you should have been doing this all along. His skin felt so warm on top of yours, your fingers pressing around the back of his neck to gain leverage into the kiss as he groaned in contentment.
Your bra came undone rather quickly, and youâre reminded that Jisung is somehow very experienced, a thought that made you visibly shudder under his fingertips.
âWait,â you broke the kiss, and he took this opportunity to kiss your jawline, each press leaving you more and more desperate for his touch. âI donât really know any of your likes or dislikesâŚin bed I mean.â
His lips hovered over your neck for a moment, as if he were trying to decide what he should and shouldnât tell you.
âI like hair pulling and scratching,â he answered, lips pressing under your ear. âAnd donât call me anything weird.â
âWouldnât dream of it,â you nearly moaned, trying not to lose your mind over how his thumbs were dipping under the waistband of your jeans and massaging your hip bones just right.
âAnd you?â
You fell silent, face blooming red as you remembered what turned you on the most. And he noticed quickly, stopping his leisurely painting session on your neck at your reluctance.
âHey, this is a two way street you know.â He pulled back to look you in the eyes, seemingly ignoring the beet red tone covering your cheeks. âIâd feel horrible if I overstepped-â
â...bondage.â
âW-what?â
âI have a bondage kink-â
âI know what you said,â he laughed, leaning off of you to rest on his heels. âIâm just shocked that sweet little y/n likes being tied up-â
âShut up,â you mumbled, looking away from the topless brat.
âIf you insist.â
His leather belt came off next, nearly making you scream in both excitement and horror from his newfound knowledge about you. But he simply set it aside, climbing back over you and dipping back into your neck.
You instinctively let out a sigh as his lips went back to caressing your skin, his hands now smoothing their way up your waist as well as his teeth dragged against your collarbone.
âHickeys?â He asked, though positive that you wouldnât deny him the pleasure of doing so.
âPlease.â
The boy wasted no time in landing one right at the curve of your breast, lips working hard to redden the skin underneath them to get the color he wanted. Your hands rushed to his head, holding him tight against you with tufts of his ash colored hair between your fingers.
He let himself relish the sensation of you tugging on his roots for a brief moment, humming against your skin before he stopped sucking, reaching for the belt that he left beside you.
You could feel your skin tingle as he removed your hands from his hair, holding them in one hand as he wrapped them with his belt with the other, before expertly tying them with the leather band. He then raised your arms so they were above your head on the pillows, leaving your torso completely at his mercy.
âCan you keep those there for me baby?â His voice had a sultry kind of quality to it; one that you couldnât find in yourself to resist as you nodded breathlessly.
He then went back to the task at hand, licking and biting and sucking everywhere on your upper torso, making sure to leave enough marks for you to not think that what was happening was just a fever dream. And he made sure to revisit your lips every so often, swallowing all of your little moans every time he thought youâd earned it.
Working his way down, he tugged the rest of your bra off, letting it drop to the floor and kissing around your left nipple while flicking his thumb over the right. You gasped, immediately pulling on the belt restraint around your wrists.
âSensitive, are we?â He smirked, and youâd sworn that if it were anyone else, youâd choke the hell out of them.
But this isnât just anyone. This is Han Jisung, and guessing from the surprises this night had already brought, heâd probably like that.
So you settled for a moaned yes in response, and what a good decision that was; not even a second after he had his lips wrapped tight around your nipple while letting his fingers play with the other. Your back arched prettily off the comforter, pushing your chest further into his grasp as he chuckled against your skin.
Thighs pressing together as to provide yourself some friction, a senseless string of pleads left your mouth, begging Jisung to please get on with it because it felt like your body would burst into flames if he kept going. But he didnât stop, no; the hand that was pulling against your nipple dipped lower to find the button on your jeans, a small indication that he did intend on going further tonight.
Even though you were already over the moon with what had happened already.
Whether he was being intentionally slow or it was just difficult to undo your jeans with one hand, you did not know; but he finally worked the button free, quickly pulling the zipper down afterwards to allow room for his hand that would need to fit inside momentarily.
âLetâs see what weâre working with here,'' he mumbled, smoothing his hand from your abdomen to the top of your underwear, pausing slightly to check for any hesitance before pressing on.
âOh, godâŚalready?â Your face couldnât possibly have gotten any redder as he ran a lone finger along your slit, catching the wetness that pooled there immediately. âWeâre just getting started-â
âThen hurry up, Ji,â you whined, clenching your thighs to get some friction.
He smiled, suddenly aware of his weak spot for your begging before finally adding friction to the place where you wanted it most.
This wasnât his first time pleasuring a womanâ you were aware of that much âbut it took him a minute to figure out what you liked and where you were the most sensitive, essentially playing with you until you made the right sounds. Once he started getting it right however, it finally dawned on you just how much trouble you were in, your chest heaving and toes curling at his ministrations.
It wasnât long before he changed the game, bringing two fingers inside of you and curling them just so, and an obscenely loud moan left your mouth to his delight.
âGood?â He questioned, wanting to make sure that he wasnât moving too fast for you as he leisurely pulled his fingers out.
âG-Good, donât stop-â You were cut off by another moan, and decided to give up on speech altogether as you felt another bubble up in your chest.
He took it a step further, lightly leaving pecks across your bruised chest, and then a step further, purposefully pressing his palm against your clit every time he delved into your core.
Not only was it good, it was also unfair and even embarrassing, considering how quickly he was bringing you to your peak.
He had you twisting, clenching, whimpering and writhing under his grasp within three minutes, and even if he stopped it wouldnât prevent the white wave of euphoria that was approaching.
âGod, Jisung, I-â
You broke under him right then and there, shaking and gasping as your release overtook you in blissful waves of pleasure. Jisung helped you through it, pressing his fingers into you until your moans turned into whimpers and your shaking into trembling.
It took you forever to completely come down from your high, but Jisung used this time to get himself ready, leaning back on his heels and unzipping his own pants as you tried to catch your breath. You could almost feel him smiling at you before you opened your eyes, chest still heaving as he flashed that shit-eating grin in your direction.
âThat good, huh?â he chuckled, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough so his length could spring free.
âOh fuck me.â
âOne step ahead of you.â
A cold shiver ran up your spine as you finally registered what he was doing, your core clenching on nothing despite it being only a minute since you came. In any other situation, you would have snapped back at him for being so snarky, but with the hollow feeling in your core being somewhat uncomfortable, you figured that keeping your mouth shut would have him filling you faster.
One condom later and you were seconds away from the anticipated moment, watching through lidded eyes as he carefully brought your wrists down to untie them. Your pants were next to come off, and his soon followed, but only halfway; you assumed that your impatience had finally caught up to him.
And you couldnât even blame himâhe looked painfully hard after the show you had put on for him.
He pumped himself only three times before leaning over you again, and then a strange look crossed his face as he froze.
âWait, Iâm okay to do this right?â He asked, looking between your eyes and where your hips met. âI just realized I never asked-â
âHan Jisung if you wonât I will,â you pleaded, urging him on, and he gave you a crooked smile before drawing in a deep breath.
He pushed inside of you slowly, ignoring every painful urge he had to quickly bottom out inside you and alleviate the burning need in his lower abdomen. A string of hushed curses left your mouth; this wasnât your first time, but it might as well have been with how much the feeling of being stretched out was overwhelming you.
He made it to the end with a small whimper, dipping his head forward into your shoulder as he tried to steady himself.
âCan I move?â
âKnock yourself out,â You whispered, eyes squeezed shut from the sensation of adjusting to him fully.
He started out slow, each drag of his cock against your walls eliciting a low whine from you as he rolled his hips against yours. One hand pinned your hips to the bed, while the other held him up next to your head, giving him the option to lean down and capture the skin of your neck between his teeth whenever he pleased.
âYou feel so good, fuck,â he groaned, grinding deeper into your core with every thrust. At his words, you could only pull his face down to meet yours, silencing him with a kiss in hopes that he would talk less. Otherwise, his pleasure-ridden voice alone would bring you to climax.
He happily kissed away all of your moans and whimpers, sucking on your bottom lip until you both were panting too much to keep a cohesive liplock.
His hips were starting to slam against yours now, that erotic sound of skin on skin slapping finally reverberating around the room and joining the chorus of your moans. Your toes curled, body barely able to process the pleasure building inside of you as moans helplessly tumbled out of your lips.
âTell me what I h-have to do to get you there,â he choked out, worried that he might not get you to finish again in time.
âFingers- ah, please-â
He knew exactly what you meant, moving the hand that was on your hip to your clit and gently rubbing it in the way that had you moaning his name before.
His breaths became heavy and his thrusts started to lose their rhythm; both things that you were sure were signs of his release drawing near, but you could barely focus on that when yours was practically hurtling toward you, threatening to spill you over the edge before he broke.
âJisung, I c-canâtââ Words finally left you as you felt your whole body start to tense up, and Jisung let out a loud moan from the sudden tightening around his length.
âCome. Come all over me baby,â He whispered breathlessly, using the last bit of his stamina to thrust harder into you, until you couldnât take it for another second.
You came undone for the second time that night, shaking and moaning beneath him as he pounded into you twice more, before he caved as well, just barely holding himself off of you as he emptied his load into the condom. Careful to not wait until he was too soft, he pulled his length out of you, subsequently falling onto the sheets next to you as he caught his breath.
âSo I take it weâre not just friends?â He mused, a cheeky grin poking out from under the sheets. You slapped his back playfully, rolling away from him before he caught your hips with his hands, pulling you flush against his warm chest.
âShut the fuck up.â
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Bangchan As Your Boyfriend
Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin
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â˘Heâs such a cute, giggly, bushy mess. Heâs so giddy about everything.
â˘Finds everything you do just so damn cute.
â˘One of his favorite things is when you get to talking about something you love.
â˘The way youâre so excited about it just makes him smile while listing.
â˘The sparkle in your eyes just makes his heart do flips.
â˘Another thing he absolutely just melts at is you in his clothes.
â˘He finds it so cute and attractive just seeing you in his shirts/hoodies.
â˘The day he finds you all curled up in bed in his hoodie snuggling up to his pillow.
â˘Ugh man feels like his heart is on fire.
â˘Heâs such a sweet Clingy man.
â˘Wants to always be touching you in some way.
â˘Is he slightly possessive or is he just doing loving boyfriend things?
â˘The answer is yes. Yes to both.
â˘He always has a hand on you. Either on your thigh, holding your hand, touching your arms. Anything.
â˘Heâs very thoughtful.
â˘Remembers all the things you tell him.
â˘So when heâs traveling and sees your favorite animal, snack or favorite character in that one show you guys binge watched.
â˘Heâs buying it for you.
â˘Speaking of buying things.
â˘Loves buying you both matching clothes.
â˘Finds it so adorable.
â˘Heâs getting you both a whole wardrobe of couple outfits.
â˘Just loves showing you off.
â˘Talks non-stop about you.
â˘ây/n loves those!â âOmg those are y/ns faves!â
â˘âY/n and I come here all the timeâ ây/n did this funny thing todayâ
â˘Plans out time for his schedule to make sure he has time to spend with you.
â˘Does in fact cry when heâs away from you for too long.
â˘He gets you to wear one of his hoodies for a while before leaving so he can snuggle it.
â˘Also cries into that.
â˘Heâs just so head over heels for you it hurts being away for so long.
â˘When he does eventually come home.
â˘Heâs all over you.
â˘Youâre not leaving his sight for at least a week straight.
â˘Heâs gonna be glued to you.
â˘Arms wrapped around you.
â˘Telling you how much he missed you. How much he wants to take you to the places he was.
â˘Giving you all the things he found for you.
â˘Also apologizing for leaving you for so long.
â˘Which you always playfully smack him telling him
â˘âI donât mind, I knew when we started dating this would happen. At least at the end of everything you come back to me.â
â˘Your words always bringing tears to his eyes.
â˘Mans has a whole folder of songs heâs made for you.
â˘Thereâs some heâs shown you but a lot are special.
â˘For special occasions like birthdays/anniversaries.
â˘He also has a whole folder of pictures/videos of you.
â˘A lot. A LOT. Of unflattering ones.
â˘Has those saved in a special folder so you canât delete them.
â˘He thinks theyâre cute but you think theyâd be perfect blackmail material.
â˘He really enjoys your input on things.
â˘Music, style, life. He really likes to hear what you have to say.
â˘Always checks up on you, just simple âdid you eat today?â Or âDid you drink water?â
â˘Sends the sweetest good morning texts
â˘And you know something?
â˘The spark yall have never dies.
â˘The longer you date, the more he knows heâs gonna marry you.
â˘He falls more and more in love with you every day.
â˘Truly heart eyes for you constantly.
â˘Chan is really just the best, heâs so caring, compassionate and just.. the man you want forever with.
â˘And nothing would make you happier than to spend that forever with him.
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â˘As loving as he is normally that transfers to love making.
â˘And thatâs what it is.
â˘Love making.
â˘Heâs so sensational, and passionate.
â˘You both definitely sit down and talk about what you both like.
â˘Chan always wants to make sure youâre comfortable.
â˘But god does he just lose control sometimes.
â˘His mind goes as heâs fucking you.
â˘He looks like a dog with his tongue basically hanging out.
â˘The noises he makes are so hot-
â˘This manâs vocal on a daily you think heâs not in bed?
â˘If heâs not making noises heâs talking.
â˘Big into talking.
â˘âBaby, you feel so goodâ âah youâre taking me so goodâ
â˘âMy love your milking my cock-â âyouâre so good for me babyâ
â˘Ugh-
â˘Definitely loves interlocking hands.
â˘He can get a little rough sometimes.
â˘Spanking, Choking, hair pulling, probably has a daddy kink.
â˘I said what I said.
â˘We all know he does-
â˘Heâs such a softy though.
â˘Soft dom for sure
â˘Always. Always makes sure you cum.
â˘You could have been an absolute brat.
â˘And yeah heâs gonna punish you but honestly.
â˘Heâs gonna let you cum.
â˘Even if he says he wonât.
â˘He will.
â˘He always does.
â˘Also listen-
â˘This manâs going down on you often.
â˘So often.
â˘He just canât get over how you sound.
â˘Canât get over how you look when his tongue is lapping at your hole.
â˘Really just drives him crazy.
â˘So much aftercare. Ugh dude-
â˘Cleans you up, cuddles you, gets you a snack and a drink.
â˘âYou did so well babyâ âitâs ok baby Iâm here Iâm not going anywhere ever. I love youâ
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