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reacting to bf!skz sbs gayo daejeon outfits (2)

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pairing : skz x reader (chan, changbin, seungmin, jeongin)

content : very suggestive and very horny, down bad y/n but also very down bad skz, usage of wolf jokes and breeding in chans, thigh riding in changbins, pillow princess!reader in seungmins, 18+

ss count : 2 per member

minho, hyunjin, jisung, felix here

a/n : hello! happy belated new year lovers!! hope 2024 is a great year (which it should be with the skz tour...). heres the second part of this little prompt. ill be picking back up fangirl and the accident series soon. sorry for always vanishing for a few days, my life is just a little hectic. hope this was enjoyable and have a good day/night pooks! - eb

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hi hi. coming back from the abyss to ask the local stay tblr community a question for my next fic inspo.

i’ve been really into supernatural!skz fics and i have a nagging urge to write one but i need ideas on who and what supernatural ability yk.

this is all i can think of rn but lmk what member you think could fit with each <3

- eb

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reacting to bf!skz sbs gayo daejeon outfits (1)

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pairing : skz x reader (minho, hyunjin, jisung, felix)

content : very suggestive, very horny, down bad y/n, usage of 'daddy' in minhos, breeding kink? mentioned in minho and lixs, 18+

ss count : 2 per member

chan, changbin, seungmin, jeongin here

a/n : wsp cuties! merry post christmas. we were blessed with this gayo daejeon this year. the technical difficulties were absolutely horrendous but everyone looked so good. hyunjins hair had me questioning if han is really my ult bias BUT DW i stayed true to my pookie hanji. anyway enough with my rambling and have a nice day/night! ily all! - eb

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merry christmas to those who celebrate!

i love this season and i am so blessed for everything i have and get

i hope everyone’s holiday season goes well!! 🫶🫶

- eb

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fangirl | IV. uh oh

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pairing : idol!stray kids x stay!reader (y/n)

content : skz ot8 are menaces, mentions ryujin of itzy and kyujin of nmixx as non idols, swearing, flirting (mostly from seungmin), mentions of prey/predator but its jokingly maybe

includes : 10 text chains (skz gc are from chan’s pov)

a/n : hi hi this is just a buffer chapter for them to all meet y/n before the real juicy stuff takes place. im not sure if the next chapter will be written or the one after but we'll see. thanks for all the support and ily all - eb

taglist (open, just reply under this post so i see it haha!) : @caravm @he7ven @hwangseungminnie @strawberry31 @mingiswow @lolareadsimagines @chaotic-world-of-the-j @puppy-minnie @chlodavids @adestayskz @enchantedgrunge @spilled-coffee-cup @queen-in-the-shadows @loverlixie @minhwa @felixvsp @tfshouldidohere @seungmyynie @greyyeti @sona1800 @lofasofabread @ihrtlix @abbiestearsricochet @yevene @dreamerwasfound @f9clementine @skzhoes @realrintaro @midmourn @deadcrow-donteat @minholythighs @simp4myself @lakoya (unable to tag)

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fangirl | III. bet

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pairing : idol!stray kids x stay!reader (y/n)

content : skz ot8 are menaces, mentions ryujin of itzy and kyujin of nmixx as non idols, swearing, flirting

includes : 5 text chains (skz gc are from chan’s pov)

a/n : okay... ik ive been dead but here i am back alive! midterms kicked my ass and work has not been any better. ive been feeling a lot like im living outside of my own body if ykwim. im getting back to things normally and this is one of them. ill try to get a few of these out by christmas and ily all! sorry again for the inactivity lol - eb

taglist (open!) : @caravm @he7ven @hwangseungminnie @strawberry31 @mingiswow @lolareadsimagines @chaotic-world-of-the-j @puppy-minnie @chlodavids @adestayskz @enchantedgrunge @spilled-coffee-cup @queen-in-the-shadows @loverlixie @minhwa @felixvsp @tfshouldidohere @seungmyynie @greyyeti @sona1800 @lofasofabread @ihrtlix @abbiestearsricochet @minholythighs @simp4myself @lakoya (unable to tag)

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j incase anyone wanted to giggle today.

the finished lines are

“your stories fucking suck”

“please don’t ever write again”

thank you anon for making me laugh out loud bc i actually don’t gaf 😭🙏

- eb at work after school on her period ⚰️☠️

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an 'accident' | h.hj x reader (s, f)

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pairing : skz!hyunjin x reader (y/n)

content : 18+, morning sex, somnophilia, oral sex (fem receiving), finished in pants, most amazing bf ever hyunjin

wc : 900

The summer breeze flows through the screened window alongside the cascading light that shines over your and Hyunjin’s bodies. 

Hyunjin is restless. His arms lay over his eyes, battling his urges to wake you up in his moment of desperation. 

He should not be so turned on, but waking up to the sight of your barely clothed body lying in front of him got him too worked up to admit it to your face. This, along with the morning wood he woke up sporting, was the ultimate kill shot for his dignity at 8 in the morning. 

He really should not wake you up. You both had a rough night, returning

 from a hard day of work and practice to the point where you barely exchanged more than a few words with him before falling asleep. He had been worked up all day yesterday, and he hadn’t been disappointed or angry when you came home like a walking zombie, but he was pent up.

He wanted nothing more than to wake you up with his head in between your thighs, breathing life into him for the day by reaching you to your climax. 

He figured there was no harm in satisfying those dreams, as sleep sex had been something you commented on once or twice, saying it was “a dream” to wake up to him pleasuring you.

He figured it was about time that this happened, leading to him lowering himself down the bed and pulling back the covers to expose your soft skin. 

A gentle tug on your waistband brought a strong exhale to leave you, making Hyunjin flick his glance to ensure he did not wake you. You only shuffle around a little, spreading your legs more in a subconscious move from feeling him touch you. 

This excitement that runs through him is electrifying, bringing his every nerve to life and contributing to the pulsating of his groin. He didn’t know this would ever affect him like it was. He only scoffed a little laugh when you mentioned it before, not genuinely considering it until now. 

You settle, calmly returning to even breaths. This does not stay for long, though, as Hyunjin pulls your panties to the side, breathing onto your cunt before diving in for what he would consider to be his ‘breakfast.’

You whimper and thrash in your sleep, closing your legs around his had as he works to pleasure you. Hyunjin closes his eyes and works on you with full determination, rolling his hips into the duvet of your bed.

The pressure makes him groan into your cunt, halting his actions for a moment before returning back to his meal.

A hand is then entangled in Hyunjin’s blond hair, bringing him out of his pleasure-filled haze to look up at a newly-awake you.

He breaks away from your cunt to say, “Good morning, beautiful,” leaving a kiss on your throbbing clit and smirking, “you sleep okay? Any good dreams?”

You huff at his antics, pushing his head back toward your heat with a mumbled, “Stop talking, Jinnie…”

He airliy chuckles at your impatience, clearly not wanting to deal with his taunts this early in the morning. He appeals and lowers his head back to lap at your cunt.

You grasp your hand tighter in his hair as he hits your sensitive spots with his tongue. This drags a muffled groan out of him, feeling both pleasure from the tugs on his hair and the rutting of his hips that came in response.

Your eyes roll back as your high approaches closer, thrashing under the hold he has on your hips, pinning you down to the bed.

Hyunjin loves going down on you just for this reason, to see your pretty face twist up in pleasure that he is giving you, his angel. People like to say Hyunjin is a humble man, but when it comes to pleasuring you he takes full pride in his abilities.

“Jinnie- gon’ cum. Don’t stop…please-“ Your last sentence comes out as a breathy whine, making Hyunjin takes a deep breath to try and concentrate on what he’s doing before he finishes in his boxers at your heavenly pleads.

He focuses on you, honing in on your pleasure points that get you even closer to the edge.

Your grip tightens again and a cry leaves your lips as a wave of orgasmic pleasure washes over you, thrashing your hips further into his mouth even with the oversensitivity getting to you.

Your breathing subsides eventually, feeling calmed after Hyunjin brought you back down with kisses and bites across your body until his face met yours, giving you a long comforting kiss to ground you.

“Baby, let me help you now..” you drearily mumble out to him, ready to fully reciprocate the orgasm he just gave you.

“Don’t worry about that, honey,” he chuckles at you, motioning down with his head to the painfully obvious wet spot on his boxers that covers his groin. “I really tried to hold myself back, baby… but you looked too good, and I was too worked up.”

You giggle and cover your face with your hands, feeling something akin to pride at what you did to your angelic boy.

“Okay, then I promise to make it up to you later”

To this he lowers his head into your neck and mumbles back, “I can get on board with that..”

a/n : morning hyune is actually my brain rot. like it’s not a want anymore it’s a need. anyway i am very content with how this turned out and yall are NOT ready for what i have prepared for jisung. as he is my bias, i promise i will not disappoint and i will stay strong to my sub!han agenda. anyway ily all and stay safe!! - eb

taglist : @teenagemoonharmony @lovesunshinefelix @applepenelope @kookiesbunny @dahliadaenerys @dawooosh @hynmgj1nnn @binniesbang @diorrxluvskz @queen-in-the-shadows @hotseesaw @linosgoodslut

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an 'accident' | s.cb x reader (s, f)

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pairing : skz!changbin x reader (y/n)

content : 18+, car sex but not public, best bf!changbin, size/strength kink, restaint?, fluffy at the beginning, less plot more smut, fingering, finishing in pants

wc : 1.1k

God, how you loved Changbin.

Your sweet boy knew how horrible your week had been, surprising you with a night in the middle of an open field, watching stars and holding each other with the trunk popped open.

You may have sobbed hysterically cried a little at his adorable attentiveness to you, leading to him pressing delicate kisses across your face, scattered to match the constellations projected on the night sky above.

When your tears had been wiped away by your boyfriend's calloused thumbs from his recent days spent at the gym, the mood switched.

It went from him being the one pressing kisses across your cheeks to you now desperately kissing him in a constant search for more.

And who would he be to deny you anything, especially something that his baby is begging for?

Your hands wander quickly and make their way to the curly locs of hair adorning his head, tugging and pulling in the ways that make Changbin's brain turn into putty, molding it into raw forms of desire that now pump through his brain.

His hand gropes your plush hips, dragging your body to be atop his, straddling his dense thighs in a way that presses deliciously against your needy pussy.

A mewl escapes your mouth, traveling from Changbin's ears to his now throbbing cock. He breathes heavily, feeling your weight on his bulge that grants you both some pleasure.

But it clearly is not enough.

You both are frantic, with clashing teeth and saliva that coats both of your chins and dribbles down to the space where your bodies meet, dampening the already-soaked fabrics.

His hands dig into your sides, grinding you down onto his cock rhythmically, dragging out breathy moans from the both of you.

He breaks the kiss with you to move his mouth down your neck with a hot breath against your skin, leaving scattered bruises that will be beautifully colored purple by tomorrow. You keep your grip strong in his hair, tugging when he reaches particularly sensitive regions of your neck.

You are both lost in pleasure, letting your hips naturally take control as Changbin moves his hands to tug your shirt up and over your head, exposing your lace bra to him. He practically groans at the sight, moving his hands behind you to quickly unhook your bra, freeing your tits from their restraints to now sit prettily in front of your drooling boyfriend.

He had an infatuation with your tits, always leaving kisses and bruises displayed on them for only you two to see. He takes advantage of your lust-filled mind and presses his head forward to meet your breasts, sucking on one while using his hand to make sure the other is not left unattended.

Your mind blurs at this moment, clouding with lust and pleasure, letting him take his time while you lazily roll your hips against his. You fumble with his shirt as he works your tits, breaking away for a moment to remove the fabric before leaning back in to suck and bite wherever he wants to.

Your hands go to feel up and around his chest, admiring his build with breathy moans as you take your hands over to his shoulders and bicep, squeezing them taut and making him groan as it was recently arm day at the gym. He finds pleasure in the pain, breaking away from your tits to bring his arms wrapped around you, letting you caress and grab the muscles that you admire.

He smirks at your dropped jaw when you truly begin to take in how much his size turns you on, glancing up at him, hoping he takes the hint as to what the next step is.

He shakes his head with an airy laugh and repositions you both, now draping your body on the blanket below with his weight encapsulating you from above. His hand reaches up to collect your wrists and pin them over your head, immobilizing you under the power of his strength. His abuse of your chest starts up again as he goes back over the newly bruised skin with a lather of saliva dripping from his tongue.

Your moans start flowing, thrashing your body underneath his to feel how difficult it is to move. His strength ignites something in you, as it also does for him. He begins rolling his hips back into yours, leaving you with intense pleasure shooting through your body from your neglected pussy. His free hand travels down to your skirt, folding it up over your hips to allow him access to your panties that are soaked. He supports himself on the hand that is pinning yours down, letting the other travel to your pussy and pull the fabric to the side, exposing it to the cold breeze of the outdoors.

You whine in desperation, wordlessly begging him to do something, anything.

Your point gets across as he inserts a slick-coated finger into you, filling you with no resistance. You groan, still thrashing beneath him, as he curls his finger within you, hitting the spot that makes you see stars. Soon, another finger is added to your heat, adding to the pleasure that cascades through your body.

Your climax approaches quickly, feeling your legs twitch more often under Changbin's touch on your g-spot. Your moans turn whiny, whimpering pleas to your boyfriend of wanting to finish, "Please, Binnie. I'm gon- please, gonna cum. Keep going."

"I know, baby," his words are distant, fading from your reality as you get closer to your high, "you are doing so great, such a good girl for me"

"Your good girl, all for you," At this, he groans, copying the timing of his finger movement to match the thrust of his hips onto the blanket below.

Your high is seconds away, moans and pleads still pouring from your mouth with no filter, begs and wants of him filling you up repeating continuously.

He is losing his mind over you. Your pretty body is laid under him, held stationary by the hand that pins you down, leaving him with an erotic sense of possession over you, rutting his hips desperately into the blanket as he gets you to your climax.

Your orgasm hits you with power, knocking your breath out of you in the process.

Changbin's hits him, too, leaving a patch of cum to seep through the fabric restraining his cock.

You both take a minute to breathe, basking in each other's warmth as he rolls over and takes you to rest your head across his chest.

When your breathing calms, you ask, "So… you came in your pants?"

To this, he embarrassingly chuckles, "Baby, if you could only see yourself when you orgasm. You would cum in your pants, too."

a/n : i had an epiphany moment for this idea so I hope it turned out well. changbin has been soemthing else recently so this was very self-indulgent. i am wildly excited for hyunjins and I hope you all are too! ily all mwah mwah :) - eb

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an 'accident' | l.mh x reader (s, f)

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pairing : skz!minho x reader (y/n)

content : 18+, exhibitionism, over the clothes, finishing in pants, very public, dom/sub dynamic. dom!minho, brat!reader, wild switch to sub!minho, bathroom sex

wc : 1.2k

While slipping on your high heels and giggling your way out of the door, MInho follows close behind, shaking his head with a smirk of faux disappointment from your attitude today.

It was a celebration dinner, one to congratulate each of the boys on their outstanding successes this year. As you and MInho were getting ready, you made some sensual comments on his appearance today, feeling him up while flattering him with endless compliments. As any man would when being hyped up by the love of his life, Minho got hard. He was getting to the point of wanting to screw this dinner and just screw you instead.

This idea was halted by your brat attitude when you started to pick yourself up out of his lap and casually waltz your way over to the front door with feigned innocence saying, "We are going to be late, Min."

Now he knows that you will finish what you started eventually, but the idea of waiting hours until after dinner is over is excruciating for Minho.

At least, that's what he expected, preparing himself for a night of silently dealing with his issues until he can have you back in bed to ruin you.

Boy, was he wrong.

Sitting at the dinner table with Minho close to your side allows for both of you to listen in on the endless flow of playful arguments that come from the staff and his fellow team members.

You were apparently feeling bold today, leaving lingering touches on Minho, ignoring the feeling of his burning stare warning you off as he tries to keep his focus stable on the conversation at hand.

You can feel Minho next to you, acting like your hand resting on his thigh does not affect him. He has to keep up this facade, not only for those at the table around him but for you.

Minho was not a weak man.

At least, that's the side he tried to keep up around you. His strong dominating aura that naturally subdues your bratty submissive self in bed. But his mask was waivering.

Minho had only been broken by you once a few weeks ago, leaving you with an earful of pitiful whines and pleads he recited like a prayer after you edged him a few too many times. He was embarrassed after, feeling like you were not dating him to deal with a pussy-drunk subby boyfriend, but even after you reassured him that it was hot, he still has not broken down enough to show that side to you again.

Now all you want to do is bring that side of him back. You never expected a role of dominance for you to be exhilarating, but all you have been craving since that day was another night with a broken Minho, maybe even with tears running down his pretty face. You don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you are determined to make it happen tonight.

Working him up before dinner was all apart of the plan. Showering him in compliments that you know he melts over and now toying with him in public? It was practically a death sentence for his ego.

You lightly drag your nails up and down the fabric suited around his thigh, trailing up a little higher every time you do so. His breath catches in his chest, trying so hard to keep his focus on Hyunjin’s reminiscent conversation topic of Jisung and their predebut drama.

You can feel him tense, clenching his thighs at every brush of your nails by his groin. A quick peek at his pants shows a clear outline of the erection you have caused with your teasing.

Minho feels like he should be stopping you. You two should be waiting until you get home, not risking being a public embarrassment. But Minho wants to see how you decide to keep this going.

He’s seen your recent advances since that night to try and break him again. He noticed the power trip it gave you that night and how the remnants of it has made you addicted to getting back to that feeling.

He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to distract himself from the touches that now rest atop his throbbing erection. Your hand presses down harder into his bulge, leaving Minho to release a dragged out exhale that only you could notice the pleasure underlying within it.

He guides his hand atop yours, still trying to engage in the conversation while guiding your hand to keep moving atop his crotch.

He is painfully hard at this point. The adrenaline rushing through his veins at the likely possibility of getting caught, on top of your stupid sly smirk that rests on your face with every movement of your hands is enough to get him ready to drag you into the nearest bathroom and beg you to let him fuck you.

It’s been almost 40 minutes of this teasing and Minho is at his breaking point. His breathing is erratic and his heart is pounding through his chest.

You know he’s worked up, but you did not think he was as far gone as he was…

His eyes close shut and his head drops down to look at his hand atop yours, halting your movements and lifting his hips up as much as he can into your palm. His orgasm hits him violently, leaving him to remain silent but slightly hurting you with the grip he has on your hand.

You jaw drops at the sight, with a painfully embarrassed Minho and his dampened crotch beneath your fingertips. You drag your hand away and look up at him.

His face is flushed, as if he was drunk like the rest of the boys, and he is shaking at the aftermaths of his high.

You decide that this is not the place to keep this going, standing up and awkwardly excusing yourself and Minho from the table into the nearest bathroom avaliable.

The second you get into the stall Minho starts whining into your neck, “I can’t believe you just did that to me. Please let me fuck you now. Please, baby, I’ll do whatever you want just please”

And damn. If that isn’t the most turned on you have ever been, you don’t know what was.

You practically black out in the time it takes him to get you both undressed in that stall, rutting into you with soft whimpers and whines into your neck, a trail of love bites and hickies being left in his wake.

It is safe to say that when Minho later came to his senses at home you were fucked, literally and metaphorically.

Metaphorically, as in you noticed that after his shower, he felt as if a certain need to put you back into place as his was to be fulfilled.

Literally, as in he made you unable to walk without stupidly limping the next day while he giggled at you from the side before opting to help you.

a/n : sorry i was very nonexistent this week. i actually happened to get in a car accident on tuesday lol but i am fine and dandy now. lmk if anyone wants tagged in the rest of this series and ily all! - eb

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an 'accident' | c.bc x reader (s, f)

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pairing : skz!chan x reader (y/n)

content : 18+, kinda exhibitionism? i mean someone else is in the house, dry humping/grinding over the clothes, kinda vivid depictions but not really, needy chan, meeting the parents af, finishing in pants

wc : 858

Chan had been nothing but antsy all night. You were nervous to meet his parents, but you figured that if they were anything like the kid they raised then you would be set for a nice conversational dinner. As you arrive at his parents’ home, he clumsily gets out of the car to hurry and open the door for you, leading you inside with a sweaty, shaky hand.

“Channie,” you call out to him soothingly, “It’ll be fine stop worrying.”

“I know, baby. I’m just so nervous for no reason,” he says with a sigh.

You give him a reassuring squeeze to his hand as the door swings open, revealing his smiling parents.

The introductions go well, but his mother says that dinner won’t be ready for another 30 minutes, redirecting you and Chan upstairs to show you around to kill some time. The walk around the house brings you to his childhood bedroom, letting you wander around, admiring the pictures and posters, while Chan takes a seat on the edge of his bed, patting down his hands on his paints to dry the sweat coating his palms.

You take your time venturing and then take a seat next to him on the bed, resting your head up against his shoulder.

Chan takes ahold of your hand, resting it on his knee. You want to relieve this tension and stress, reaching your hand up to the side of his face. The readjustment of your positions allows for you to leave a gentle kiss on his lips.

He visibly releases the tension of his shoulders, but he still feels like he needs more from you, reaching a hand up to the nape of your neck to keep you attached to him.

You appeal to his wants, deepening the kiss and allowing him to lead you into laying down on the bed with him atop you.

You really did think this was an innocent stress-relieving kiss until you felt Chan start to grind himself against you, making your empty cunt clench at the feeling of his bulge against your core.

Sighs are released out of his mouth, breaking the kiss to lower his head to your neck with a trail of open-mouthed kisses trailing along the way. His movements become more heavy, pushing himself into as if he was truly fucking you instead of your current predicament.

Speaking of, the reality of the situation really kicks in for you, remembering that his parents are less than 100 feet away and you are in the bed of baby Chan. This clearly does not appear as an issue or even a thought for Chan who just continues to lightly sigh and groan in your ear.

You figure there's no harm in taking it any further as there is still time to spare, but your hand is halted as you travel it down to the zipper of his jeans. Chan grabs your wrist with one of his hands, leaving himself supported above you with the other. He's moving frantically at this point, shocking you as you have never seen him get this into some foreplay.

The ultimate shock comes from the shudder that shoots through his body, slowing his grinds and leaving you with an ear full of incoherent mumbles of apologies. You realize whats happened in the moment as you look down to see a wet patch on the front section of his pants.

"Holy shit," you mumble out, "you just... in your pants?"

He buries his face into your neck, trying to hide himself from the pure embarrassment of the situation. "It was an accident, I'm sorry. I didn't- I mean I did know it was coming, but I just couldn't hold it any longer," he mumbled out with a slight whine of embarrassment.

"Don't worry, baby. It was actually really hot," you say adoringly in his ear.

The last comment makes him shoot up out of the crook of your neck with an eyebrow raised, "HOT??? Y/n that was embarrassing, don't even try to make me feel better about that-"

His words are cut off as you drag his hand down to between your legs, past the flows of your dress onto the fabric covering your cunt, which is soaked from watching him lose himself over you like this.

His eyes widen, and you see the cogs turning in his head, debating if you have time to further satisfy your needs after his were met. The thought is sadly broken by a call from downstairs, specifically the voice of his mother, summoning both of you for dinner.

Chan sighs in disappointment, leaving a kiss on your forehead before standing up awkwardly as he feels the remnants of his orgasm coated in his boxers.

"I'm going to hit up the bathroom before I go down, but don't wait for me," he says while opening the door and heading out of it before pausing.

"I'll make this up to you later when we get home, baby, yeah? I promise I will make this worth leaving you high and dry, a night all for you, okay?"

You are definitely on board for that.

a/n : hi hi! i am very excited to write a few of these because this is very self-indulgent. i love me some downbad desperate men :) ill try to get out one a day so ill be done in a week hopefully. as always, requests are appreciated and asks are open. ily all! - eb

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an 'accident' | ot8!skz x reader

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pairing : individual skz x reader (y/n)

content : 18+, all of them tend to be in a... certain predicament, dry humping/grinding, diff scenarios of cumming w the clothes still on, all down bad skz

chan (858)

minho (1.2k)

changbin (1.1k)

hyunjin (902)

jisung

felix

seungmin

jeongin

a/n : v excited for these, lmk if anyone wants to be on the taglist for any of the posts! - eb

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sending bf!skz a suggestive pic

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pairing : skz x reader

content : suggestive, very horny, down bad skz, needy reader (because who wouldn’t be with them), 18+

ss count : 8 (1 per member)

a/n : hello lovelies! i adore doing text au type posts, im brewing up a minho royalty fic rn so im hoping to finish that up shortly and i have a few little fics of jeongin and seungmin sitting in the drafts. lmk of any requests or questions! as always, ily all! - eb

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fangirl | II. heyyy

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pairing : idol!stray kids x stay!reader (y/n)

content : mentions ryujin of itzy and kyujin of nmixx as non idols, swearing, flirting, chan is a weak man, y/n is horrendously down bad

includes : 6 text chains

a/n : i apologize sincerely for being actually gone 🫡 i have been v overwhelmed with studies and working and friend issues that i feel like i had no motivation to even try to write in my free time, but im back here and better than ever. im working on a few new things rn and im hoping to get them out this week. ily all and thanks for any support here! - eb

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escapism pt. 1 | c.bc x reader (a,f)

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pairing : bang chan x reader (y/n)

summary : a drunken night spent out with your friends leads to a half-conscious tumble into the arms of your close friend, chris. now what else is he supposed to do when you come to him in shambles except do his best to put you back together?

content : tears, drunk y/n, bff!chris, idol au, nothing wild yet

word count : 1.3k

"drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex

i was looking for a man who was on the same page"

The rough motion of the taxi cab cruising down the crumbling city streets was wild enough to make your stomach feel like flipping inside out.

The streetlights and convenience store signs passed by in a blur, adding to the incredible dizziness that made you want to just close your eyes and sleep it all away.

When fumbling for your phone, being utterly taken aback by the brightness of your screen, you give your friends who you'd been out with a quick incoherent text of where you are, mainly clarifying (or an attempt at least) that you had not been kidnapped.

y/n : guus donr worrry ab me im in s cab too see chruss. hve fun!

Well damn. You thought you could be more literate when drunk out of your mind. I guess not.

This night out had not been planned, but a sudden break-up with your boyfriend easily cleared you and your friends' schedules for a needed "girls' night" (aka getting wasted so you can forget).

You don't really know what prompted your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend as of 7 hours ago, to break up with you, but you know damn well that you will not sit there and rot in your apartment.

You and your friends had then come to the conclusion that the best option for tonight's break-up-recovery plans was the clearest option.

Get drunk. Get laid. Think about it later.

Sadly, only part one of this master plan had been played out. You got so sick of the strobing lights and disgusting men at the clubs that you needed to get away from it all, but going back to the apartment you shared with your ex was also not an ideal place to stumble into, not knowing what side hoe he probably chose to bring over in your absence. So, you are now finally pulling up to the apartment of your closest guy friend, Chris, or Chan, as your friend group called him.

The exact rationale for choosing Chris's apartment as your safe place for the night is unknown to you. It might just be because his house was close to the bar, or that none of your other friends were home, or maybe the hope that he would care for you with hugs and cuddles.

Your relationship with Chris is interesting, to say the least. Many bystanders would be likely to think that you two are just mutual friends, but the inner members of your friend group see you two as inseparable when you are all together, acting as the mother and father of your children friends.

You two had some weird romantic tension when you were a few years younger, but after you got into your last relationship, it all seemed to instantly vanish, leaving you two as simply a platonic, dynamic duo. You don't exactly know why it hurt a little to feel that change in Chris' demeanour, but it did in the moment.

Maybe even a little pain still lingers now.

You grab the handful of items you had with you at the bar, including the pair of heels you were wearing that had now been ditched, leaving you barefoot and walking your way up the pavement to the inside of the apartments.

The walk to his front door is easy, only leaving you to stumble a few times when the carpet seemed to be bumped up in a few places, or maybe that was just your feet moving incorrectly. Who knows.

You leave a combination of knocks on his door, continuously knocking, letting it get heavier every time until the door swings open to show a confused Chan, who looks like he has been working on some music project as his headphones are still hung around his neck.

"Y/n? What are you doing here- are you okay?" Chan says at the immediate recognition of you not being a stranger at his door, ushering you inside as he looks over your figure for any signs as to why you are on his doorstep at a quarter till midnight.

"The lights were too bright at the clubs. Just wanna hang out," you manage to get out with no slurs in speech, but a little stumble you have when trying to get past him in hopes of laying on the sofa tells Chan that you are not sober right now.

He puts out his arm quickly to stop you from falling, circling it around your waist to help you safely get into the living room. You feel a burning surge through your body at his innocent touch, but it doesn't feel like the usual drunk heat.

"Just go lay down for a minute, yeah? I'll get you some water," he looks toward you as he talks, settling you into the couch surrounded by a big, comfy blanket. He then waits for you to give some sort of acknowledgement that you heard anything he said, earning a nod from you that makes him crack an endearing smile at how you looked so content, snuggling into the sofa.

You then sit with Chris on the couch after he quickly gets some water from the fridge, neither of you speaking as you take large gulps from the unnecessarily large bottle of water (like, who drinks this much water…)

You feel happy right now. You have everything you need right here. A couch, a blanket, and a Christopher. Except, you get hit with the reminder of your ex-boyfriend, stirring up those uncomfortable emotions that made you decide to drink them away tonight.

Apparently, that drinking away did not work very well, probably making this even worse because you start to cry, your body shaking as the pools of tears drain down your cheeks.

Chris takes immediate notice of the couch shaking beside him, reaching over to keep a tender arm across your shoulders. He hesitantly says, “Honey, what’s wrong? Did something happen tonight with your friends?”

His voice was nothing but comfort as you decided to just tell him everything.

“Chris, he broke up with me.”

Then, his face dropped not exactly to one of sympathy but to some twisted form of relief. Nonetheless, he held you into a tighter hug, letting you cry into his arms while leaving reassuring pats and shushes as you continued.

You finally regain some sort of composure to tell him the rest of the story, explaining how your boyfriend sprung this on you out of nowhere, pulling out the “it’s not you, it’s me” line, utterly tearing your self-esteem down to the lowest point because you know it’s because of you. Because you weren’t good enough, you didn’t show him enough, you didn’t sleep with him enough. The insecure thoughts are the only thing plaguing your mind after his cheap excuse for breaking up with you.

For this, you openly tell Chris in your drunken state, “Why doesn’t he just love me? I don’t understand what I did wrong. Why am I not good enough for him?”

“Stop it, Y/n.”

His suddenly stern voice piques your attention, raising your blotchy face up from where it was implanted into his shoulder. His face is suddenly stoic, a complete contrast from the comforting love he was just showing you. There is still love; it’s just a different kind.

“Do not ever say that about yourself. You are beyond perfect, and your boyfriend is a piece of shit for this. I mean, I have always kind of resented him, but the way he makes you feel like this out of the blue makes me more than angry. You are everything anyone could ask for, and I need you to understand that whatever his decision was, it wasn’t because of you.”

The tears aren’t able to start coming back down before you grab Chan into the strongest hug you can manage, now sobbing into his moistened shirt. The words of affirmation and care flood out of his mouth into your ears, crushing the self-deprecating terrors of before. His own reassurance and love for you outweighs whatever your shitty boyfriend showed you. Chan was the only person you wanted to care for you.

The only person you wanted to love.

But he can’t know that.

a/n : hey guys... sorry for being absolutely MIA for a month. i have been so swamped with work and classes that I lost my entire urge to write, but i am back and better than other. i have been working on this and the second part for it, also creating the full plot line for fangirl. requests are open as always and ily all - eb

[wantingsobad]

oh hello this is too cute. i’m honored for being tagged haha 🫶

also sorry for being mia. i swear i’ve been working on some good things 🙏🙏

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[wantingsobad]

are you bored yet? | h.hj x reader (a,f)

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pairing : hwang hyunjin x reader (y/n)

content : established relationship, insecure!y/n, cutest bf ever hyunjin, lots of self-doubt, angsty with a little fluff at the end

word count : 1.7 k

“but i can’t help from asking ‘are you bored yet?’ ”

The cold pattering of the shower onto your skin has not encouraged the effect you had been hoping for.

You had hoped that the ice-cold water would bring you back to Earth for just long enough that you could do some chores that needed to be done, but in reality, you were now stood under the running water, zoning out into an infinitesimal space of self-destruction in your mind.

The last few weeks have consisted of a constant battering and bruising of your self-worth. But all of it was caused by your own insecure thoughts.

Hyunjin has been nothing but the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, carrying you in his heart so gently as if you are the most precious thing that has ever existed. He has cared for you these past few months of dating in ways nobody else has ever even attempted to care for you.

It’s honestly a picture-perfect relationship in everyone's eyes,

except for yours.

While dating someone who might as well be considered an angel who has fallen from the sky, the floods of insecure thoughts multiplied as the months passed.

He could do better.

They are all looking at you two differently. They think you don’t deserve him.

Why would he pick someone like you?

These thoughts have led to your current predicament in the freezing shower, a useless attempt to bring back any sanity to your discouraged self. You see how this attempt is ultimately futile, and you turn off the water stream, quickly drying off and stepping out of the shower just to plop down on the floor of your bathroom, leaning against the wall.

You haven’t seen nor really talked to Hyunjin in 12 days, an insanely long time considering how often you two would call or have coffee dates together in the early mornings of the day.

He has sent a few questioning messages about where you have been or how you are, to which you would respond with such a false sense of happiness, saying that you were ‘okay, just busy’ in the least amount of words possible.

That was bullshit, and even you knew that, but the thought of facing him now after spending hours lying in bed thinking about how horrible of a partner you are for Hyunjin sounds excruciating.

Avoidance isn’t a forever option, but right now, it’s the option that works best for you.

Until the ringing of your phone begins to sound. The unique chiming is one that you had specifically set for Hyunjin so you would know to always answer that call.

You think you would rather do anything than answer that call right now.

The ringing continues to go on. You are not even making a single movement towards your phone, just letting it ring and ring up on the bathroom countertop.

You close your eyes and rest your head back up against the wall, silently praying for the ringing to finally end so you can go back into your delusional fantasy land where you will never need to talk to Hyunjin.

The phone eventually stops ringing, but it is replaced by an erratic knocking on the front door of your apartment.

You slowly stand up, still wrapped in your towel, and walk towards the front door, carelessly letting the water fall off your body to form a trail following you to the door.

You stand in front of the door, not moving to open it, as you already know who’s behind it.

If you were wrong, then you would have no clue who it-

“Y/n? Are you home?”

Your guess was right. It’s Hyunjin.

You knew that this little game of hide and seek wouldn’t last long considering the type of guy that he is, caring about you so deeply that he would take the subway at 11 pm to make sure you were okay.

Yet, you still don’t open the door. You don’t know what you would say to him.

He still deserves better. Ignoring him is for his own benefit.

“Baby, I know you are there. Please just open the door. I want to see you…”

Shit. You thought you would be stronger than this but the next thing you know you are opening the door at the sound of his pleas.

The sight of him kills you. His face is flushed a deep red and his hair is tousled due to the extremes of the late autumn weather. A quick look to his hands shows a small bouquet of flowers and a small bag from a local bakery, likely containing your favorite pasty that they make.

He quickly throws himself into you, almost dropping what he’d been holding. The hug he envelopes you in makes you feel so incredibly guilty for ignoring him.

“Why are you here?” You ask while moving a little away from the hug to see his face clearly.

“I missed you so much. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He lifts his free hand up to gently cradle the side of your face, “I just haven’t seen you in so long so I figured a surprise visit with some of your favorites would help relieve you from some of the stress of your busy schedule.”

Honestly, you wish you would just get swallowed up by the floor right now. Hearing him care so much after you have been lying to him for almost two weeks was a wild punch in the gut for you, the guilt almost unbearable.

And because of this, you move out of Hyunjin’s hold as tears start to stream down your face.

His face morphs into one of confusion and concern as he figured you would be happy to see him rather than sad.

“Hyunjin, i really think you should go home. It’s late,” you say, barely able to say this without your voice entirely failing on you.

“What? Are you okay? I’m not going home,” He steps further into your apartment closing the door behind him and setting his gifts on the floor before approaching you, waiting for you to seek comfort in him as you normally do.

But this time, you don’t move toward him. Rather, you take another step back as you avoid eye contact with him, not being able to deal with the hurt in his eyes. “I’m just not feeling well right now, Hyunjin. Thank you for coming to check up on me, but you should leave.”

“Stop calling me Hyunjin,” he says while walking further toward you so he can lift up your face so you will meet his eyes, “You never call me Hyunjin. Please tell me what’s wrong. Did I do something, baby?”

God, you wish he wasn’t the absolute sweetest soul in the world. Of course, it wasn’t because of him. He could never do anything wrong to you.

“No, it’s not you,” you quickly spill out, not wanting him to delve any deeper down that hole, “but it’s definitely because of me.”

He gives a confused quirk of his eyebrows and a sort of sad look in his eyes, “What do you mean? You haven’t done anything.”

“That’s exactly it, Jinnie. I haven’t done anything. I just don’t understand why you are here to see me when I’m just me. How are you not bored of me yet?” This comes out straggled through your sobs, and you are practically unable to get out the entire thing.

A quick look into his eyes immediately calls out every one of your idiotic insecurities to be horribly wrong as his care for you is reflected back to you.

“What are you even saying, baby?” He starts to tear up at your admission of conscience, feeling horrible himself for not treating you better (as if he wasn’t already treating you like a goddess beforehand). “I will never get bored of you. You are my everything, Y/n. My happiness. My comfort. My love.”

“But Jinnie-“ You try to speak out to stop him from continuing.

“No. There are no ‘buts’ here. I am here for a reason, baby, because I love you so much that I was worried sick that work had been stressing you out too much with how busy you’ve been. I hated thinking about you being miserable, so I came to see you. I missed you, and I wanted to talk to you. I love you, Y/n. Does that really seem like I’m ever going to be bored of you?” Hyunjin proclaims this with his full chest, reaching and holding onto your hands so tightly just to get his point across.

You don’t think you have ever been loved as well as Hyunjin loves you. He truly, unconditionally loves you with everything that he is able to give you.

You shatter the glass pane of insecurities, pushing past those insignificant thoughts to realize that you are more than lucky to have this great of a man here to love you. You run into his arms, holding him in the tightest hug you could give. “I’m so sorry, Jinnie. I love you, too, so so so so much.”

Hyunjin breathes out a deep, relieved sigh as he reciprocates the hug. He knows you have struggled in your past with feeling insecure, but he never thought you would ever feel that way when being with him.

He gives you time to get what you need from this hug until your grip on him loosens a little. He takes the initiative this time and pulls out of the hug, transferring his admiration for you from a hug into a deep kiss that takes you by surprise.

It’s a long kiss, one that you both need. It’s a shared sign of your love for each other as you both sigh into this kiss, revelling in the affection and warmth of the other.

After breaking the kiss when needing to breathe, you and Hyunjin look at each other. This is when you truly realize how enamoured you are with him, which you can see in his eyes is exactly how he’s looking at you, with only pure love.

“Thank you, Hyunjin. You are my prince.”

He laughs airily at this but responds, “Anything for you, my princess.”

You know that these insecurities will eventually come back, but now you know that your prince will come in to swoop you up and take you away from that evil into a land of happiness and love.

a/n : i’m sorry but hyunjin is just so boyfriend-coded that this needed to happen. this song is so good that i just had to use it as inspo. as always, requests are open and lmk how i did! - eb