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@changbinbinbin
i imagine being medicated would feel good as fuck. unfortunately i have to rawdog whatever's wrong with me
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God I need a girlfriend that I can wrap my arms around and cuddle with every night.
serotonin boost with changbin β‘βΈ(Λ α΅ Λ )βΈ
I am back. I was the one that requested Charles knowing BTS.
So my next request and again if you donβt want to do it that fine, is Stray Kids reader driver during media day a fan asked if they could sign a postcard of their self for them.
I can just imagine the amount of confusion that would happen
With wishes that your inspiration never drys out, π(if it hasnβt been taken yet)
βWaitβ¦ Thatβs YOU?β
Pairing: Stray Kids x Platonic!9thMember!Reader, platonic!F1 Grid x Driver!Reader
A/N: Hey π, and no it hasn't been taken yet :)
Media Day in Formula 1 was, unfortunately, one of Y/Nβs least favorite inventions.
Not because she hated fans.
Not because she hated interviews.
But because Formula 1 had somehow created an environment where twenty drivers stood under fluorescent lighting answering the exact same questions fifty-seven times in different wording.
βHow are you feeling for this weekend?β βWhat are your expectations?β βHow difficult is Turn 3?β
Y/N had perfected the art of smiling politely while mentally dissociating.
She sat in the paddock lounge in full team kit, flipping through briefing notes while the rest of the 2025 grid slowly gathered around.
Lando was already causing problems.
Oscar was pretending not to know him.
Kimi looked like heβd accidentally wandered into a university lecture hall instead of Formula 1.
Ollie was eating something that suspiciously looked like plain bread.
And Y/N?
Y/N was trying to survive.
βMedia starts in ten,β her PR manager warned.
She sighed dramatically.
βI suddenly understand why retired drivers disappear into mountains.β
Lewis laughed from across the room.
βYouβre twenty-one.β
βAnd already exhausted.β
βValid.β
Now, the important thing to understand was this:
The Formula 1 grid knew Y/N was an idol.
Technically.
They knew she was in Stray Kids.
Sort of.
reblog to make your tits bigger and more gropeable
And you can have a DNF, and you can have a DNF, and you can have a penalty, and you can have a DNF, and you can have a penalty
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CONTENTS INCLUDE!
sunshine!reader
part one part two part three part four
more coming soon!
Hey
Can you write something were reader is the younger sister of Charles. She is very close to Charles, Arthur and Lorenzo and often comes to the race. She is also very close friends with the other drivers. She is always smiling and happy but lately she is being more quiet. Reader is feeling a bit more anxious and she is missing their dad...but she doesn't want to tell her brothers about it. They are worried and so are the other drivers. Maybe during one day after the qualification some drivers find her sitting somewhere alone. They talk to her and she starts to open up. They convince reader to talk to Charles and Arthur.
Thank you
"you donβt have to pretend"
Pairing: platonic!f1 grid x leclerc!reader genre: platonic, comfort, family angst, found family, protective grid warning: grief themes/missing a parent
a/n: writing this honestly made me tear up a little. grief is such a strange thing because sometimes it gets quieter, but it never fully leaves you. a part of this fic was inspired by losing my own father, and while writing Y/N missing hers, it reminded me a lot of myself. i also kept thinking about Charles Leclerc losing his father at 19, which is close to the age i experienced that loss too. seeing someone continue chasing their dreams, continue living, smiling, loving people, and pushing forward even after something so painful makes me feel like maybe everything will work out eventually. maybe grief never fully disappears, but maybe one day it becomes lighter to carry. π€
everyone on the grid knew one thing for certain:
if Y/N Leclerc was in the paddock, youβd hear her before you saw her.
usually it was laughter.
sometimes it was her arguing with Charles over snacks. sometimes it was her stealing ollie's cap and sprinting away while he yelled after her. sometimes it was kimi dragging her around the paddock because they both spotted a dog at the same time.
she was always there.
always smiling. always bouncing between garages. always somehow convincing the drivers to take blurry group selfies at the worst possible moments.
the younger sister of Charles had practically become the gridβs collective little sister too.
Charles spoiled her endlessly.
Arthur let her sit in the Ferrari hospitality kitchen at 2 a.m. while he listened to her ramble.
Lorenzo checked if she ate properly every race weekend.
the grid adored her because she adored them first.
she remembered birthdays. she brought snacks. she congratulated rookies after rough sessions. she sat with drivers who had bad races so they wouldnβt be alone.
and maybe thatβs why everyone noticed the change so quickly.
because Y/N going quiet?
that wasnβt normal.
it started small.
she stopped running into Charlesβ driver room after sessions.
she stopped posting silly paddock photos.
during media day, instead of sitting with Kimi and laughing at something on his phone, she just smiled faintly and stared off somewhere else.
Lando noticed first.
βsheβs tired,β heβd said.
but then Oscar noticed she barely touched her lunch.
Pierre noticed sheβd started sitting alone after sessions.
Carlos noticed she flinched whenever someone asked if she was okay.
and Charlesβ
Charles noticed everything.
he noticed how she forced smiles now.
The Visitor
pairing: non idol!jeongin x f!reader
synopsis: you stormed out of your boyfriends dorm, heartbroken, your freshman year of college. you managed to avoid him for almost three years until you locked eyes at a party.
warnings: themes of dv, cursing, smut (fingering), semi public sexual acts, marking, dom/sub dynamic (kinda), cheating, angst, mingi is a terrible boyfriend
wc: 3.6k
a/n: omg i forgot to put this in part one, but the way that idols are portrayed in this fic does noooot represent them as people πββοΈπ
part 1 part 2 part 3 (in the works)
You slowly lifted your hand to touch your cheek where he had hit you. For a moment all you could do was stand there in shock. Almost right away, he pulled you into his chest, whispering insincere apologies.
What he did set in, and as soon as it did, you pushed him away from you. His eyes seemed apologetic and sincere, but you knew you needed to leave. As you started to walk away, he followed you and grabbed your arm, trying to get you to stay βDonβt. Let me go, Mingi.β Your voice wasnβt angry as you spoke, but it was small and scared.Β
He stepped back and you grabbed your bag and walked out of his dorm. You broke down in tears as soon as the door closed, and you walked down the hallway as quickly as you could, trying to not draw attention to yourself.Β
You turned the corner and ran into someone, so you muttered an apology and tried to keep walking. βBug, wait!β You groaned as you heard Jeonginβs voice. Just your luck you ran into him right after Mingi just hit you.Β
βJeongin, Iβm fine. Please just leave me alone.β You didnβt turn around to face him when you spoke, trying to hide your marked cheek.Β
He softly grabbed your shoulder and turned you around. Your hand covered your cheek, but gently he moved it and saw your cheek that was starting to bruise. βOh, bug, what happened?β
You shook your head, pushing his hand away. βIβm fine, really, it was an accident.β
He gave you a suspecting look. You knew he didnβt believe you. βY/n, be honest. Did he lay his hands on you?β
You avoided eye contact and choked back more tears, but you didnβt say anything. You didnβt need to. He pulled you in and hugged you as you broke down further, sinking down to the floor. You let him hold you, and you melted into his touch the same way you used to. The feeling of being in his arms hadnβt changed. You still felt that sense of security you never quite felt when Mingi held you.Β
After a few too many people passed by, he lifted you off the floor and you walked to his dorm with him. He didnβt speak as he led you to the couch, putting a blanket over you and switching the tv on, and turning on your favorite comfort movie.Β
He remembered.Β
As you settled on the couch, he went to the kitchen and made you tea and a sandwich. He brought the plate and cup over to you and set it down on the coffee table. He crouched down in front of you and grabbed your hand. βBug, please tell me what happened.β
You avoided eye contact again and removed your hand from his to grab the cup of tea. βHe didnβt mean to, Jeongin. He isnβt like that.β
He scoffed. βPretty sure you donβt hit your girlfriend hard enough to leave a bruise on accident. You need to break up with him if you havenβt already.β
βNo, this was an accident. You donβt know Mingi like I know Mingi. Iβm not breaking up with my boyfriend, I love him.β You stood up from the couch and grabbed your bag. βThank you for your help, but I need to go now.β
He didnβt try to stop you, he knew it was no use trying.
A few weeks had passed since the incident. Mingi apologized for it over and over again and you, as you usually did, forgave him. You tried your best to avoid Jeongin, but it seemed like since you saw him at the party, heβs everywhere.Β
You saw him and Nira together again at another party, and you could tell they got back together. Mingi watched you as you watched him, and he walked over to you angrily. He grabbed your arm and leaned down to speak lowly in your ear. βStop looking at him, Y/n.β His voice sent a shiver down your spine and the feeling of his grip on your arm lingered even after he had let go. You noticed the red marks from his hands on your arm, but just ignored them.
He didnβt mean to.
You didnβt move from the position you were in, you just kept your eyes on the ground. It didnβt take long for Yunjin to walk over to you, as soon as you noticed her and the expression on her face, you escaped to the bathroom.Β
You shut the door behind you, hoping sheβd leave you alone. You rested your hands on the counter, looking at your reflection. You traced the marks on your arm, both old and new and you jumped when you heard someone frantically knocking on the door.
βYunjin, go away-β
Before you could finish your sentence, Jeongin swung the door open and he gave you a look before shutting it. βWhat the fuck, Y/n. I watched that entire thing happen.β
You were still not comprehending the fact that he just followed you into the bathroom. βJeongin! You cannot just barge in here, what if I was actually using the bathroom?βΒ
He scoffed. βNo, donβt do that, Y/n.β He touched your arm, running his own fingers along the marks he had left. βYou canβt keep letting this happen, bug. Heβs abusing you whether you can see it or not. I know youβre not an idiot.β
βJeongin, you donβt get it. He didnβt-β
He cut you off and ran his hands through his hair. βLet me guess, he didnβt mean to? Stop making excuses for him, Y/n. I watched as he crossed the room and grabbed your arm simply because you were looking in my direction. That was no accident. Heβs intentionally hurting you because he knows you arenβt going to stop him.β
You just stood there, tears welling in your eyes, part of you knowing he was right. You donβt know what came over you- maybe the alcohol, the confined space, or the fact he came in being protective of you- but you pulled him by his shirt and you kissed him.Β
There was nothing delicate about the kiss, the three years you were apart all exploded at once. He grabbed you by your waist, pulling you closer and you tugged on his hair. His hands moved down to grab the back of your thighs and you jumped as he lifted you onto the bathroom counter. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to your core.Β
You felt the burn in between your legs, the need for him growing with every second that passed. He kissed down your neck, lightly sucking small marks into your neck. His hands ran down your body, lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it to the side. You bit back a small moan as he groped at your boobs while he was still kissing along your neck and chest.Β
His large hands trailed up your thigh, slowly getting closer to where you needed him the most. He pulled away to look at you, asking for consent. βIs this okay, bug?β All you could do was nod, and pull him back into you.Β
He wasted no time and slipped off your shorts. When he finally touched you, you grinded your hips into his hand, chasing more friction as he touched you lightly, teasing you. Your hands tangled in his hair, pleading for more. βJeongin, please, donβt tease me.β
βYouβre so wet, baby. Is that all for me?β He kept his eyes on you as he inserted two fingers with ease. You let out a moan as he began to slowly move his fingers. Your eyes shut and your head fell back onto the mirror, but abruptly stopped, dissolving any high that was being built. βKeep your eyes on me, or Iβll stop. Got it?β
βI will, please just keep going.β Your eyes were on his, begging him to keep moving his fingers.Β
He kissed you before picking up the pace in his fingers again. You moaned and your face contorted, but you kept your eyes on him like you were instructed to do. He inserted a third finger, curling them perfectly, hitting the delicious spot inside of you.Β
You held onto his other bicep, trying to keep your eyes on him. βYouβre still so tight, baby. This pussy is so perfect, just for me.β
His words were pushing you over the edge, bringing you right to the edge of your orgasm. βInnie, please. Iβm so close, donβt stop.β You moaned again, not bothering to hush your noises. His other hand moved to rub circles on your clit and the coil inside you snapped. You gushed around his fingers, your release making a mess over his arm and his clothes.
He didnβt slow his movements until you were shaking from overstimulation. He slowly slipped his fingers out of you, making you whine from the loss of contact. He kept his eyes on you as he sucked his fingers clean, groaning at the taste. βYouβre so sweet, next time Iβll have to use my mouth on you.β He kissed you and you could taste yourself on his tongue.Β
You slipped off the counter, trying your best to stand even though your legs felt like jelly. He helped you back into your shorts and kissed you again. βYou do know we just cheated on our partners, right?β You asked as the realization of what you just did set in.
βWell,β he grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him. βLast I checked, my girlfriend has already cheated on me with your boyfriend, and on top of that, he's abusive. I think itβs fair.β
You knew you couldnβt argue with that, because he had a point. He started to open the bathroom door to leave, but you spoke up before he stepped out. βWhat did you mean by next time?β
He smirked at you. βYou didnβt think this was a one time thing, did you?β He didnβt say anything else before he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him so you wouldnβt be seen leaving the bathroom together. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a minute, the feeling of him still lingering on your body. His lips felt burned into your skin in the best way possible.Β
When you stepped out of the bathroom, Yunjin immediately found her way over to you. βBabe! I saw what happened. You canβt keep letting this happen.β Her eyes trailed down from your face to your neck, noticing the few small marks that he left. βWoah, did you let Mingi hurt you then take him to the bathroom to fuck?β
Your expression dropped. βUm, no, these are old.β
Your best friend just gave you a look. βUh huh. Donβt bullshit me, y/n. Those werenβt there when we were getting ready for this party. After he grabbed you like that, Mingi disappeared the same way you did. Thereβs no shame in it, he is your boyfriend-β
βWait,β You stopped her rambling when you heard Mingi also disappeared. βDid you say Mingi disappeared after I did?β
Yunjin gave you a confused look. βOh, you really werenβt with him.β It took a second for the information to sink in, when it did, her eyes went wide. βOh my god, did you cheat on Mingi?β
You quickly shushed her. βHuh Yunjin, shut your mouth. Can we leave please? Iβll explain everything.β Yunjin looked towards Hyunjin who was hanging out with Changbin. They didnβt need to say any actual words, he just waved her off, telling her it was okay to leave. You sent a quick text to Mingi telling him you were leaving with Yunjin and then the two of you headed toward the door.
You held onto her hand as you slipped through the crowds of people. You passed by Jeongin on your way out, not saying anything. As soon as you were outside, you felt your phone vibrate and when you looked, Jeonginβs name lit up your screen.Β
βNo kiss goodbye?β
You felt the twist in your stomach as you stared at the message. You couldnβt turn your phone away from Yunjinβs view and she looked over your shoulder and gasped. βIt was Jeongin, wasnβt it!β
Your hand quickly covered her mouth to mute her exclaiming as best you could. βOh my god, just tell my boyfriend to his face why donβt you! Could you be any louder about this?β
She looked around and took a breath when she realized how loud she was actually being. βOkay, Iβll calm down until we get back to the dorm. I expect a full explanation, every single detail when we get back.β You nodded, interlinking your arm into hers as you quickly walked back to your building.Β
Yunjin sat crisscrossed on the couch, listening intently to what you were telling her. Her jaw dropped and she dramatically squealed and threw herself backwards on the couch. βSo let me get this straight. He watched your boyfriend abuse you, followed you into the bathroom, then he finger banged you? And he told you there would be a next time?β
You nodded. βUh, yeah basically.β
She playfully slapped your knee repeatedly while squealing like a school girl. βOh my gosh, y/n! Youβre a little cheater cheater pumpkin eater.β
You giggled at your best friend. βReally, Yunjin? What are we? Twelve?βΒ
She just shrugged. βWell, what are you going to do now? Break up with Mingi and get back together with Jeongin?β
βWoah, definitely not. I still love Mingi so much, this was a one time thing. I wonβt let it happen again.β
She just rolled her eyes at you. βOkay, sure, letβs stay with the abusive boyfriend.β
You gave Yunjin a serious look, no longer messing around. βDonβt say that. He isnβt abusive, he just gets upset sometimes. Itβs my fault for upsetting him.β
βBabe, wake the fuck up. He literally hit you, and has been more aggressive towards you since you let it happen.β She stood up off the couch, getting more upset. βYour boyfriend is abusing you. I canβt keep standing by watching you let it happen to yourself, y/n, I love you too much for that.β
You watched as the tears welled in her eyes as she spoke. She turned around and walked out of the dorm, leaving you to sit with what she just said. You sat on the couch, tears brimming your own eyes as you called your boyfriend. He picked up the phone, and you could hear someone giggling in the background, but asked him to come over anyway.Β
Within ten minutes, he was at your door, arms open. You walked into his arms and you cried as he held you. He walked into the apartment, and into your bedroom. He let you cry, but as soon as you were done, he climbed on top of you and started kissing along your jaw.Β
βMingi, wait,β You tried to lightly push his arm, telling him to get off. βI donβt want to, Iβm not in the mood right now.βΒ
He kept kissing and grabbing at your body until your voice hardened from the soft whisper it was before. βMingi, Iβm serious, stop it.β You shoved him a little harder this time.
He groaned, rolled off of you and climbed out of bed. βOkay, well, if we arenβt doing anything, Iβm gonna leave. I have other stuff I could be doing.β
You sat up in bed, truly in shock he actually just said that to you. He walked out of the dorm and as you heard the door shut, your first thought was Jeongin. You sat in your bed with your knees to your chest staring at your phone and contemplating your next move. You bit your lip and you picked up your phone and scrolled to his contact.Β
βAre you free?β
The three bubbles were almost immediate.Β
βNira just left, is everything okay?β
You didnβt text him back, you just grabbed your shoes and started walking to his dorm. You knew you shouldβve turned around, and you knew you shouldnβt have texted him.
But youβve already come this far, why turn around now?
You raised your hand to knock on his door, but the door opened as you were about to knock. Jeongin jumped slightly, not expecting to see you at his door.Β
You paused, starting to regret your decision to show up with no warning. βOh, were you about to leave?β
He just smiled, dimples caving in his cheeks. βI was about to show up at your door. You stopped responding to me.β He opened the door and his hand grazed your lower back as you walked into his dorm. As the door shut, you felt tension lingering in the air.
Next time.
His words rang in your mind. The memory from earlier that night replaying, his touch still lingering on your body. You didnβt know what pulled you to him, but you knew you needed him. He looked at you with such a firm gentleness in his eyes, he didnβt have to say anything for you to know he still cared for you deeply.Β
He carefully brushed the hair out of your face, stepping closer to you. βBug, are you okay?β
You let out a sigh and tried to not let the tears fall as they brimmed your eyes. βI donβt really know anymore. I think I just needed real comfort, comfort isnβt Mingiβs strong suit.β
He rolled his eyes at the mention of his name. β I donβt think being a good boyfriend is Mingiβs strong suit.β
βOh, and itβs yours? Your girlfriend just left and thereβs another girl in your apartment now.β You pointed out, half joking.Β
βWell, I could be much worse.β He shrugged, glancing down at your bruises then looking back up at you, looking into your eyes with a sympathetic look. You broke eye contact, looking past him, not wanting to acknowledge the marks on your arm.Β
In that moment, you completely broke. You realized you didnβt need to uphold any image in Jeonginβs eyes, you let yourself fall apart. Your head fell into your hands as you let out a choked sob. He didnβt hesitate to take you in his arms, stroking your hair and rubbing your back.Β
He cradled you in his arms and gently shushed you. βItβs okay, bug. Iβm right here, let it all out.β You wrapped your arms around him, and he pulled you closer. As your tears slowed, he brought you to his bedroom and laid you down on his bed.Β
Remembering what Mingi had just done, you made yourself very clear before he could do anything. βJeongin, I donβt want to have sex with you, Iβm literally crying right now.βΒ
His face was confused and he was taken aback at the suggestion. βWoah, that is the last thing I was thinking about doing right now, y/n. What makes you think thatβs what I wanted?β
Relived, you let yourself settle more into his bed with his comforter that was swallowing you. You looked around, avoiding eye contact again. βNo reason at all.β
He crossed his arms and tilted his head. βIt was Mingi, wasnβt it? Is that why youβre here?β
All you could do was give a small nod. βBug, I wasnβt going to try and have sex with you right now. You just broke down crying in my arms, I was going to go grab you water, a change of clothes, then ask you if I could lay in the bed with you.β
Your lips curved into a small frown as you felt the tears prickle your eyes again. βYou were just going to do all of that? No expectation of sex?β He nodded, as if it was a given. βWhy though? Iβm not your girlfriend or anything.β
βYouβre right,β he crossed his bedroom to his dresser and grabbed a shirt and sweatpants. βBut that doesnβt mean I donβt care about you. If youβre hurting, Iβm going to do what I can to make you feel better. Being a boyfriend has nothing to do with that.β
He placed the clothes next to you on the bed and he left the room so you could change. He knocked before he came back in a few minutes later. He had a bottle of pain medication and a cup of water in his hands. βI donβt know if you still get headaches after you cry that hard, but I brought the meds just in case. I remember you like to get ahead of the headache.β
You sat for a second, shocked he remembered, before carefully grabbing the bottle from his hand as if he would change his mind and take it back. βIβm surprised you remembered that. I donβt think Mingi could tell you my birthday off the top of his head.β
βYouβre not a forgettable person, y/n. I couldnβt forget the little details about you if I tried.β The look in his eye was genuine, and you knew he meant it. βCan I lay with you?β
You nodded and scooted over slightly. βItβs your bed, Jeongin. You donβt have to ask me that.β
As he climbed into bed, he held out his arms, signaling you to lay on his chest. βI still have morals, believe it or not.β
Reluctantly, you laid down and he wrapped his arms around you. He traced lazy patterns up and down your arm, soothing you. You had always struggled to fall asleep when Mingi was in bed with you, but for whatever reason, you drifted off to sleep in a matter of minutes when Jeongin held you. You felt warm, you felt secure, you felt safe.Β
You realized that wasnβt a feeling you were used to.
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Epic!!
β ββ heart keeper: part 9 β ββ
pairing: poly!skz x fem!reader
summary: caught up with work and comeback preperation, stray kids hire you as a housekeeper with the expectation that you'd handle chores they dont have time to manage. what they didnt expect was to fall in love with you
warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, embarassment, kissing, cuddling
word count: 940
series masterlist
stray kids masterlist
a/n: omg final chapter!! i originally planned for there to be ten in total but i've decided to keep it at nine (sorry!!) thank you soo much to everyone who read and supported my first series <333 love you guys!!!!
it was very obvious that you knew little about the kpop industry.
the situation you panicked about was resolved in less than two days, as the company was quick to issue out apologies and statements that you were, in fact, just a housekeeper. you weren't, but nobody else needs to know that.
so, the few days after the incident, you were embarassed of the way you overreacted around jeongin and tried to avoid him.
your plan didn't last long.
he was just too cute.
"y/nnie." he pouted, resting his head on your shoulder from behind you while you washed dishes.
you tensed slightly, turning your head a bit to glance at him sideways.
"yeah..?"
"you've been very mean." somehow his pout deepened, his dimples now 6 feet deep.
"mean how..?" you played dumb.
"avoiding me."
you sighed. "i'm just..embarassed."
he frowned. "about what?"
"i kinda..made a scene in front of you the other day."
he paused to think for a second, then looked up at you with wide eyes. "you mean when you were gonna leave?"
you flushed and nodded. he exhaled, snaking his arms around your waist. "you don't have to be ashamed of that, y/nnie!! it made sense for you to panic. but don't worry, you're okay now." he said softly.
you smiled. "i know, innie." you put the last of the plates on the drying rack and turned to the kitchen towel to dry your hands, but you got a better idea.
smirking, you turned around quickly to splash jeongin with the sink water.
"hey!!" he squealed, nose scrunching up.
a voice called from the hallway, "who's attacking my maknae?". changbin stormed into the room, arms crossed. his face softened and he grinned when he saw it's you.
"oh, it's y/nnie. it's okay then." he shrugged and turned to keep walking.
"hyungg!! you're supposed to defend me!" jeongin whined, wiping the water off of him with a towel.
"nuh uh. our princess can do what she wants." changbin smiled cheekily, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
you pretended to cringe and move from his kiss, resulting in his pushing you closer by the side of your face and smooching your cheek repeatedly.
"EWW! right in front of me?!" jeongin groaned, escaping away to the living room. "channie hyung, binnie hyung's being gross again." he whined to chan, who just chuckled softly.
"you're just jealous you don't got game." changbin beamed smugly, wrapping an arm over your hip.
"we literally share her, bin." chan noted, amused.
"yeah, but i'm the favourite, right?" changbin turned to you.
"fat chance, I am!" hyunjin called out from his room upstairs.
jeongin tilted his head at the empty staircase. "how can you hear our conversation from all the way up there?"
"none of your business."
that night, you cooked dinner as usual and plated the meal on the dining table, the boys settling down to eat.
"wait, y/nnie, why don't you sit with us?" jisung called out to you.
you paused on your way back your room. "do you want me to...?"
"yeah! you always cook then disappear. come eat with us!" felix pleaded.
you smiled and walked over. chan pulled out a chair for you next to him. you smiled and sat down between him and minho.
"i just realised this is the first meal we eat together, like, the nine of us." seungmin said, picking up his chopsticks.
"yeah, y/n, you should eat with us every day." hyunjin agreed.
that whole meal, minho kept placing more food in your plate, even when you insisted you were full. he smiled at you in adoration when you gave dori a piece of meat after the cat rubbed against your leg.
jisung yapped on about his day, something you knew was a daily occurence as he was loud enough for you to hear all the way in your room.
halfway through the dinner, while everyone was busy either shoveling as much food in their mouth as possible or having a conversation, chan smiled at you.
"are you comfortable?" he asked softly.
you nodded and smiled back. "yeah."
he took your hand gently in his and brought it to his lips, leaving a kiss on your knuckles. he didn't let go and kept your hands intwined for the rest of the meal.
after dinner, you got up to wash the dishes, but you saw seungmin already there.
"minnie? that's kind of my job."
he brushed you off, rolled up his sleeves, and turned the faucet on. "you need a break. go sit down with the others."
you wanted to argue, but you knew how stubborn he could be. "are you sure?"
he nodded.
you accepted it and walked to the living room where the other members were sitting on the couches, picking a movie to watch.
felix patted the spot next to him on the floor in front of the couch, gesturing for you to sit between him and hyunjin. you did, and he leaned his head on your shoulder.
everyone else decided on a film and kept it on pause, waiting for seungmin to join. eventually, he came, hands still a little bit wet, and sat on the couch behind you. as the movie played, he gently stroked your hair.
two hours later, the movie finished. half of you were asleep, the other half almost there. you felt your own eyes drooping against felix's hair as he snored. your mind replayed memories.
memories of applying for this job.
memories of when you realised you loved your boys.
you came here to find employment, but instead you found a home.
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Okay, I finally get to talk about my man. Letβs be real , we need to discuss Changbin because this guy has been living rent-free in my head for way too long.
Everyone looks at him and sees this big, muscular, strong man with huge arms and a deep voiceβ¦ but Iβm 100% convinced that in bed, heβs one of the biggest submissives to ever exist. Like, extremely submissive. The type who completely melts the second his girl takes control.
Changbin looks like he could destroy you, but the truth is he wants to be destroyed by you. He wants his girlfriend/wife to dominate him completely, and that contrast makes him insanely hot to me. I personally love this side of him so much
Heβs the kind of guy who gets weak instantly when you use a firm tone with him. Just hearing βBe a good boy for me, Binnieβ or βGet on your kneesβ is enough to make his cock hard. He loves when you boss him around β telling him exactly what to do, where to touch, how fast or slow to go, and when heβs allowed to cum. The more control you take, the needier, more desperate, and more pathetic he becomesβ¦ and I find that incredibly cute and sexy.
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itβs past midnight, the kind of quiet where the world feels paused, rain tapping steadily against your windows like itβs trying to get in.β¨you donβt expect anyone to be out in it.
you even got your period today. your cramps have you curled up under your blanket. half asleep, half annoyed at everything, when thereβs a soft knock at your door.
you almost donβt get up.β¨almost.
but then it comes again. slightly louder this time. and when you open it, there he is.
martin. standing in the rain. completely soaked.
his hair is plastered to his forehead, hoodie dark and dripping, breath uneven because he ran the whole way.β¨but heβs smiling.β¨like youβre the only thing he can see.
βi-okay-donβt be madβ he laughs softly, holding up a slightly crumpled paper bag and a bouquet thatβs definitely seen better days.β¨βthey got kinda attacked by the rain, but i promise they looked prettier five minutes ago.β
inside the bag? some xxxl pads that look like diapers that martin got in a hurry. your favorite chocolates too.
the exact ones you mentioned once, weeks ago, in passing like it wasnβt even important.β¨but to him, it was.
he looked down at themβ¨βyou said you needed themβ he says, like it explains everything.
like crossing the city in the rain at this hour is the most normal thing.
you just stare at him for a second, because, what?
you blink at him, still trying to process.β¨βmartinβ¦you ran here? in this?β
he shrugs.β¨βyou said you werenβt feeling good. i didnβt want you to be alone.β he says with that silly smile on his face.
and just like that, your heart melts into something unbearably soft.
you pull him inside quickly, muttering about towels and how heβs going to get sick. but he just laughs softly, taking off his shoes, leaving little wet footprints behind him like a kid.
he smells like rain and cold air and something warm underneath it all thatβs justβ¦him.
a while later, heβs in your bed. cuddling
dry hoodie, messy hair, still a little cold, but close.
always close.
empty chocolate wrappers on the floorβ¨and half eaten take outs on the table.
the flowers in a glass vase beside your bed.
youβre curled on your side, blanket tucked around you, and he slips in behind you.
his arm wraps around your waist carefully, not too tight, not too loose, just enough to make you feel held without thinking about it. just enough to feel the pressure.
βheyβ he murmurs softly.
βhiβ you mumble back, voice small and tired.
thereβs a quiet moment.β¨just the rain.β¨just the warmth slowly building between you.
then his hand moves. slowly, gently, it settles under your shirt and over your lower stomach.
you tense for a second. everythingβs sensitive, everything hurts,β¨but his touch is so careful it almost surprises you.
his palm is warm, warmer than anything else, and he presses lightly, like heβs afraid of doing it wrong.
his thumb starts tracing slow circles. unhurried. steady. grounding, even.
βdoes this help?β he asks quietly, his voice right by your ear, giving that spot a feather light kiss.
you nod, eyes fluttering shut, because⦠yeah. it does. more than you expected.
he hums softly, like heβs relieved, and adjusts just a little closer. his chest against your back, his warmth wrapping around you completely now.
every so often, he presses a soft kiss to your temple, your hair, your shoulder. like little reminders that heβs there.
you can feel his breathing even out, slow and calm, syncing with yours.
his hand never stops moving, those small circles, patient, like he has all the time in the world to sit here and take care of you.
βyou didnβt have to comeβ you mumble, already half asleep.
heβs quiet for a second.
then, softer than before βi wanted to.β
simple. honest. no hesitation.
his fingers curl slightly against your stomach, holding you a little closer, like thatβs the only answer that matters.
outside, the rain keeps falling.
inside, youβre warm, held, and safe in a way that makes everything else feels easier to ignore.
and as sleep finally pulls you, you donβt miss the way he presses one last kiss to the back of your head, lingering there for a second longer than necessary.
like heβs exactly where heβs meant to be.
and you love him.
because who else would run through a storm, just to make sure youβre okay?π€
a/n- guess whoβs getting their period soon?π€ i thought that this was cute to write, i really do think that martin is this type of boyfriend! your feedback would be highly appreciatedπ
currently working on the requests!ππͺ·