Hiya! hope you're doing well :) can i please have an imagine/or whatever of stray kids reaction to you snoring? thank you <3
i hope this is what you wanted! its short but i enjoyed writing it :) thanks for the request! <3
BANG CHAN
chan knew you had a long day, so he wasn’t surprised when he found you knocked out on your shared bed.
but he was surprised to hear loud snores. you don’t usually snore and never this loud.
he wanted to take a video because he thought you looked so adorable, snuggled up snoring away. but he also didn’t know if you’d be okay with that.
instead he decided to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist, falling asleep.
LEE KNOW
there you lied on the stray kids’ dorm couch, under a soft blanket, basked in the afternoon sunlight shining through the curtains.
the quiet room allowed your soft snores to reach minho’s ears, in the kitchen.
he immediately walked to the living room to find you sleeping comfortably. he thought it was cute and was already coming up with ways to tease you when you wake up.
CHANGBIN
you were startled awake from what seemed to be squealing. you looked around, frantic and half-awake, until your eyes landed on changbin.
“oh shit! sorry! i didnt mean to wake you, pretty! you just sounded too cute snoring, i got excited.”
how could you be upset with him for disturbing your slumber when he acts this cute??
“how about you come over here and give me kisses and cuddles and then i might forgive you?” you offered, with a small smile dancing on your lips.
binnie took no time running over to you.
HYUNJIN
you and hyunjin were cuddling, you being the big spoon, while hyune talked about his day and other random things. the conversation was interesting until it wasn’t and you found yourself getting drowsy.
while hyunjin rambled, he didnt even seem to notice you fell asleep. not until he heard quiet snores beside his ear.
he turned to face you and was met with closed eyes and a snore.
a huff left his mouth at the audacity of you to fall asleep on him, but he understood. he pecked your nose and dozed off with you.
HAN JISUNG
you knew you shouldn’t have fallen asleep on the couch in 3racha’s studio but you couldn’t help it.
han was just taking so long to work on his song and you were bored, so it wasn’t hard to.
han took off his headphones to ask you to check the song, only to find you crashed out. which only amused him.
he quietly pushed his chair back, rolling it to where you lie. he reached his index and thumb over your nose and pinched the bridge of it, holding in a giggle.
you shot up, breathing heavy from the sudden lack of oxygen.
a loud cackle and knee slap fills the room. jisung finding him literally cutting off your air so hilarious!
“are you serious? you wake me up from my perfect slumber for a laugh?” you say, holding back a smile.
a pout appears on jisung’s face, getting up to sit beside you.
“you fell asleep on me.” he whined back.
“i guess you’re right… fine, let’s cuddle for a little.”
FELIX
you had your head in the crook of felix’s neck, while sitting on his lap as he gamed. he had his headphones on so he couldn’t hear much included your cute, soft snores.
the game was finally over, felix taking off his headphones and looking dearly at your sleeping figure. your snores taking up the sound of the room.
he raised a hand to stroke your hair causing you to shuffle on his lap, nuzzling your head deeper into his neck.
“baby, don’t you wanna sleep on the bed?”
you shook a small “no” and hugged him tight.
“let’s stay like this for a while longer.”
SEUNGMIN
you both were taking an afternoon nap after spending your morning on a brunch date and shopping. it left you exhausted so here you both were.
your loud snores seemed to fade and go throughout your sleep which seungmin noticed. a particular loud snore caused him to wake up.
he glanced over at you but was too tired to tell you to stop snoring. so he faced the other way, towards the night table. his eyes glossed over his phone, immediately making him think of a funny idea.
he reached for his phone, once in his hand, and starts recording. in his mind this is the perfect blackmail.
he’s gonna tell you he will show the rest of stray kids the video if you don’t agree to buying him lunch.
JEONGIN
jeongin looks away from his phone to you. he finds himself giggling to your snores you are heaving out. the snores sound ridiculous yet adorable to him.
he watches you for a bit as your chest slowly rises and falls. your mouth slack open, letting loud snores slip past your lips.
watching you sleep so peacefully makes him happy. he can’t imagine anyone else beside him. he adds your snoring to his long lost of his MANY reasons he loves you.
Warnings : swearing, drinking, fighting, mention of cheating (no actual cheating happens), mention of not feeling good enough, food mention, sex (no smut)
A/N : Sorry this took so long to get out. I didn't mean for it to, but I ended up with such bad writer's block for this series. Hopefully it's worth the wait! I'll try to get the next part out faster than this one.
Waking up to an empty bed was harder than she’d like to admit, especially after spending two weeks waking up to her boyfriend’s face. Taking a couple minutes to watch him sleep peacefully before kissing his forehead and heading to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. It quickly became a routine for her that the first day she woke to an empty bed, she could physically feel her heart break.
She knows he’ll come back, he promised he would always come home to her. He still texts her every single day, blowing up her phone as much as he can with declarations of love and random tidbits about his day. Yet her heart still aches as she scans through her clothes, seeing the clothes that he left behind hung up beside hers. Her mornings don’t feel complete without hearing him wish her good morning, kissing her before heading off to work.
They’ve survived tours in the past, but this one feels different. She’s surrounded by him, by his things, by his scent. But he’s nowhere to be found. Somewhere half way across the world, sharing the stage with his seven best friends, showing their music to thousands of fans.
Just like tours in the past, she busies herself so she’s not left thinking about how much longer there is to go until she’s in his arms again. She throws herself into her work until she can’t focus on anything else. Makes plans with her friends as often as she can. Brunches, dinners, clubbing, anything to keep her away from the empty house she lives in.
It just doesn’t feel like home without Jisung. Without his boisterous voice bouncing off the walls. Without his honey I’m home and sickeningly sweet smile when he walks through the door. It’s hard to sleep in the same bed that Jisung was sleeping beside her in just a week ago. Hard to wake up and see his side left untouched. Making food for one instead of two.
That place is meant for two. Her routine was built around two. She knew moving in with him, building her life around him, would leave her feeling empty when he would have to leave. It was inevitable. The only thing keeping her going was knowing that he was coming home to her.
But she doesn’t regret taking this leap with Jisung. This emptiness would all be worth it in the end when he comes home and wraps her in his arms, attacking her face with kisses because he missed her so much. Nothing that’s worth it is easy, and she knows being with Jisung is worth it.
~
It was nearing two in the morning by the time Jisung got home. Home to his baby, to the love of his life. He couldn’t wait to crawl into bed beside her and just hold her, take in her scent, take in the feeling of her. Couldn’t wait to wake up to her in the kitchen making breakfast for the two of them. And he couldn’t wait to tell her about the week off he has to spend with her to make up for the three months he was gone.
He loves his job, loves his members. He absolutely loved traveling the world, meeting new fans, doing what he loves with the people he loves beside him. Experiencing new things, enjoying himself, spending his days off with the boys. But nothing could ever compare to spending the day with his baby.
He tried to be as quiet as possible, leaving his bags by the front door, deciding to wait until morning to deal with them. Even washed up in the guest bathroom as to not wake his sleeping girlfriend, but the second he opened the bedroom door, she was awake and jumping in his arms. “You’re home!” He couldn’t help but chuckle as he wrapped his arms tightly around her.
“I’m home.” He whispered into her neck. “Let’s get some sleep, hmm?” He pressed his lips to hers in a quick kiss before laying her back down on the bed, crawling in beside her. She wasted no time wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling her face into his chest. He smiled down at her as he ran his fingers through her hair. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too, Sungie.” It doesn’t matter how many times she says it, he will never get over hearing her say she loves him. The burst of happiness he feels throughout his entire body will never go away whenever he hears those three little words fall from her lips.
~
“Good morning, beautiful.” Jisung softly spoke as he woke up, Y/n still in his arms, looking up at him with a lovesick look in her eyes. “Like what you see?” She nodded happily.
“It’s my most favourite view.”
“You are so cute!!!” He exclaimed before attacking her face with kisses, unable to hold back his affection and love for her anymore. She just giggled but didn’t do anything to stop him, she never did. She always allowed Jisung to be himself, and it always made him fall a little more in love with her. Loving the way he doesn’t have to hold back when he feels overcome with strong emotions and needs to get them out anyway he can. Loves even more when she returns it, attacking his face with kisses, much like she does in this moment.
It reassures him that he’s not too much. He can be clingy and affectionate, he can tell her he loves her a million times a day, he can compliment her on anything and everything. Because he knows she will return everything. Every I love you. Every compliment. Every kiss. Every hug. Because she loves him just as much as he loves her.
“So I didn’t know you were coming home last night so we don’t exactly have groceries right now.” Y/n told him sheepishly as they made their way to the kitchen after spending who knows how long attacking each other with kisses and love when they woke up. Jisung just chuckled, sitting on the couch, and patting the spot beside him.
“We’ll order breakfast and then go shopping together.” He told her as she sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
“You don’t have to go to work today?” She asked, looking up at him. He smiled as he shook his head. His smile widened when he watched the smile make its way on her face. How did he get so lucky to have her love him this much?
“I have the entire week to spend with you, baby.” She squealed as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, causing him to let out a laugh. “You that excited, baby?” She nodded enthusiastically. “Me too. I missed you so much. I can’t wait to make up for lost time.”
~
Waking up beside Jisung was her favourite way to wake up. Seeing him peacefully sleep next to her, his lips in a small pout, his cheeks puffed out just slightly. It made her fall in love with him all over again.
She hummed softly to herself as she made breakfast for her and Jisung, slowly getting back into the routine of cooking for two. The week was slowly coming to an end, 3 days until he had to return to work. He kept his promise of spending every single day with her, smothering her with all the love and affection they both missed out on while he was gone. And she was going to miss it when it was all gone.
“Morning baby.” Jisung grumbled as he shuffled into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Smells delicious.”
“Me or the food?” She teased, turning her head just enough for Jisung to capture her lips in a kiss.
“Definitely you.” He spun her around and kissed her again. “I know what I want for breakfast.” He said as he lifted her up onto the kitchen island, pushing her legs apart, and standing between them as he kissed her again.
“Sungie.” She giggled between kisses. “The food will burn.” He turned towards the stove to turn it off and take the pan off the burner.
“Now it won’t.”
“I worked hard on that.” She pouted, but Jisung wasted no time in kissing it off her face.
“Should have thought of that when you decided to be the most beautiful girl in the world. Makes me want you all the time.” It was hard not to give into him. No matter how hard she tried to stand her ground, she always gave into Jisung. He was her weakness.
So she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back in for a kiss, wrapping her legs around his torso to pull him even closer. He picked her up without pulling away from the kiss and slowly made his way upstairs.
“I love you so much.” He whispered softly as he hovered over her on the bed.
“I love you too.”
~
She was sitting on the couch, the show she’s been watching with Jisung ready to go for when he was finished showering. She wasn’t sure how many minutes had passed by while she waited for him, scrolling through Tiktok to occupy herself. When she heard his footsteps descending down the stairs, she put her phone on the table, exchanging it for the remote, ready to watch the next episode.
“Baby, the guys want to hang out.” He told her as he walked into the living room.
“Okay. Let me just get changed and we can go.” It wasn’t what she wanted to do with her day, but at least she’d be with her boyfriend. And she didn’t mind hanging out with his friends. In fact she missed them, missed the chaos that comes with them. Missed the way her cheeks hurt from smiling so much, the way her stomach ached from all the laughter.
“Oh no. I meant just a guys night. I’ll be home later.” Her heart sank, but she didn’t want to stop him from having fun during his time off. “I won’t be home too late so we can still watch an episode of our show, okay? I love you baby.” He gave her a quick kiss before leaving, not waiting for her to say she loves him back. As if he was excited to leave her. As if he didn’t want to be around her anymore.
The ugly monster of doubt clouded her mind. Blocked all the good memories, all the fond looks and declarations of love. Crushed them between its claws, roaring insecurities into her mind. He’s embarrassed of you. He’s tired of you. He doesn’t love you anymore. He found someone else. He’s out there cheating on you. Loud and echoing.
She sank further into the couch, staring at the tv, their show still ready for them to watch, a white knuckled grip on the remote as tears sprung to her eyes. She tried to silence the monster of doubt, tried to replace it with the love she knows Jisung has for her. The memories surrounding her, pictures on the wall, gifts he’s given her from his trips around the world.
But people can fall out of love just as fast as they fall in it. They can look at you with love in their eyes one moment, and hatred the next. The human heart is strange that way.
~
Hours passed, and she sat still on the couch, staring at the still paused episode, the remote still in her hand. She couldn’t bring herself to move, the monster still screaming insecurities into her mind, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to fight back. She tried, but she lost.
It was nearing midnight when she finally found the strength to get off the couch and head to bed. The empty bed she hates so much, the feeling of déjà vu taking over her. It felt like the last few days were a dream and Jisung was still touring the world with his members. But he wasn’t. He was minutes away at the dorms while she slowly crawled into the bed they were meant to share. The bed she’s slept in more alone than beside him.
She laid in bed, staring at his side of the bed, hoping sleep would take over her body, but it wouldn’t. It couldn’t with the monster still in her mind. He said he wouldn’t be late, but he lied. Why would he lie? Did he lie about being with the boys? Was there really someone else?
She was spiralling and no one was there to catch her, to hold her, to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. She closed her eyes as tight as she could, trying to will herself to sleep with the hope that tomorrow will be better. Jisung will stay with her, hold her, tell her he loves her. And with those words, the monster will be vanquished.
~
Jisung stumbled through the door at two in the morning, a goofy smile on his face as he thought of all the fun he had with his members. He remembered what it was like to live with them, spend all his free days with them. And as much as he missed it, he couldn’t help but think of his girlfriend at home. The girlfriend he told he’d come home to early enough to watch an episode of their show. The girlfriend he lied to.
“Baby I’m home! Let’s watch our show!” He slurred out, just sober enough to walk straight, but tipsy enough to not realize how late it was. He plopped onto the couch, seeing the tv still on, their show paused on the screen. “How sweet baby. You had it already for when I got home.”
She shuffled down the stairs bleary eyed, just having fallen asleep before he walked through the door. “Jisung, it’s too late. Let’s just go to bed and watch it tomorrow.”
“Nonsense baby! We’re both awake, it’s already on the tv. Let’s just watch it.”
“I don’t want to. I’m tired. So I’m going back to sleep.” She turned to walk back up the stairs, hearing him mumble something under his breath, but too tired to deal with it right now. Too tired to get into an argument.
“Well I’m just going to watch it alone.” He smiled to himself as he pressed play, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table in front of him. He watched one episode, then another, and another. And then he passed out on the couch with the show still playing in the background.
~
She woke up in an empty bed, noticing that Jisung’s side was left untouched, just like when she went to sleep. And she wondered if he left after she went to bed. She had convinced herself that he must have went back to the dorms that when she stumbled down the stairs and saw him passed out on the couch, she almost shrieked in shock.
He was half off the couch, his legs falling off the table at some time during the night, but his upper body stayed on the couch. The tv was still on, the Are you still watching screen on. She turned it off and placed Jisung’s legs on the couch before covering him with a blanket. Despite the anger and sadness she felt because of the previous night, she still loved him and didn’t want him to wake up in too much pain.
Jisung slept as she continued with her usual routine of making breakfast and coffee before showering and getting ready for the day. She’s not sure if Jisung had any plans for the two of them, and honestly she’s not sure she wants to spend the day with him. Not after last night. Not after his empty promise and complete disregard to her sleep.
It was sometime in the afternoon when Jisung finally woke up. Y/n was nowhere to be found, leaving him rather confused. Didn’t they have plans to hang out today? Where would she have gone without telling him? Did they get into an argument he’s unaware of?
He wracked his brain trying to remember anything from the night before, but he came up empty. The only memories he had were of him drinking with the boys. Spending the entire night chugging drink after drink as they played different games. It was the most fun he’s had in a while and it made him miss living with them.
But then he smiled to himself when he noticed the glass of water and Advil on the coffee table, with a note telling him there’s food in the fridge he just has to heat up. And he knew he made the right choice moving in with his girlfriend. No one takes care of him the way she does.
He quickly pulled out his phone and dialled her number, excited to hear her voice and thank her for taking such good care of him, but she didn’t answer. He tried again, and again. He called her 10 times, but she didn’t pick up even once.
Now he’s wracking his brain even harder to see if he did something wrong. If he made her angry in anyway. But there was still nothing but party memories. Memories of him sitting in the living room surrounded by his closest friends, laughing, and drinking without a care in the world. What could he have possibly done wrong if he wasn’t even here?
~
She was out with a couple of her friends, trying to distract her mind from the previous day. She didn’t want to argue with him, didn’t want to get mad at him for having fun with his friends, or for something he did when he was drunk. So she would distract her mind, cool down, and return home with a smile on her face, pretending like everything was okay.
She didn’t hear her phone go off, having silenced it, and kept it in her purse to give her full attention to her friends. It wasn’t until she was in her car that she noticed all the missed calls from Jisung. She quickly called him back and he answered almost immediately. “Are you mad at me?”
“No Sungie, why would you think that?” She could practically hear his pout, see it in her mind, and her heart softened. How could she stay mad at him when she loved him so much?
“When I woke up you were gone and then you didn’t answer any of my calls.”
“I went out with some friends to let you sleep and my phone was on silent. I’m on my way home now though.”
“I thought we had plans today. Why would you go out with your friends instead of waking me up?” She couldn’t believe the hypocrisy spilling from his lips. The anger that had slipped away quickly returned. She tried to calm down, take deep breaths so she wouldn’t start an argument.
“You came home late so I wanted you to sleep. Besides it’s only 3 so we still have lots of time to hang out.”
“We said we’d spend my whole week off together. I go back to work tomorrow and we’re going to be really busy so I’ll be home late a lot.”
“So you can hang out with your friends but I can’t hang out with mine?” She really tried to avoid an argument, but it seemed like he was itching for one. He just wanted her to take the blame when he was the one who left first.
“That’s different.”
“How?” Jisung stumbled over his words trying to come up with an excuse, trying to find someway to make everything okay again, but only gibberish came out. “I hung out with my friends for a couple of hours. We still have the day to spend time together. Unlike you who said you wouldn’t be home late and then stumbled in at 2am and woke me up.”
“Oh sue me for having fun during my break! I’m going to the dorms.” And he hung up before she could say anything else. She rested her head on the headrest, closing her eyes to stop her from crying. Maybe moving in together was a mistake. Maybe they weren’t ready to take the next step in their relationship.
Maybe they weren’t meant to be in a relationship at all.
just thinking about how minho is definitely the type to make you sit on top of his boner while he's fully clothed and you're naked, dripping all over his dick as he kisses you deep ........
🎀
stop???? because he finds it so hot and degrading that you’re the only one naked, calling you a slut for being so desperate even though he was the one that stripped you in desperation. he will smack your ass if you start moving without his permission, telling you to be good for him or you won’t get to cum at all. makes you kiss him for a good 10 minutes, adding time on when you ‘adjust’ yourself on his lap even if he does almost moan at the feeling. minho doesn’t even notice his own grunts as he kisses you, his precum seeping through his clothes— only deciding to fuck you when you pull back and look at him with wide eyes, practically asking him if he can put it in already with a pout. he finds no time to tease you, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he lets you take his dick and sink yourself onto him.. minho will however make you ride him until you’re spent. asking why you can’t take him like you said you would 30 minutes ago??? rubbing fast circles on your clit to help you out but it’s no use :( his poor baby. flips you over onto your back and fucks you just how you like it as reward (and because he’s just impatient). you always have the upper hand in bed but he’ll never tell you that……
˗ˏˋ description ˎˊ˗ chan likes to know what stays are up to; he likes to read their tweets, their comments dedicated to the group, and to just look at the content they post in general. one day, after the new album is announced, chan takes it a step further by creating his own twitter account and posing undercover as a stay. his unique username makes him go viral and with that, he meets y/n - a stay who's just looking for fellow stay friends.
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i cannot get over the fact they've done this before and yet just haven't seen anything wrong with the things they've done. its disgusting, they run it as an order account so people can just send in screenshots of works they like without even trying to find out if this is okay.
tags: established relationship, polyamory, light dom/sub dynamics, smut!!!🔞
warnings: swearing, throuple, mxm, oral (f recieving), nipple play, making out so much of that, piercings, slight overstimulation, use of “bunny” and “bubs”,
inspo: must i defend myself? anyway. 2min in the 5star teaser pics.
notes: this was just meant to be a quick one but alas. this got away from me. also the mxm is a bit stronger here don't say i didn't warn you and don't say you didn't know it was a throuple.
{ wc: 2426 }
"you keep looking at my lip ring," seungmin smirks at you, eyebrows raised as he catches the shy look in your eyes. they were glued to the black ring only moments ago—but now you can't even look up from your lap.
"it's just.. different," you let out. instead of feeding his ego any further, you turn away from him, smiling as you see your other boyfriend walk in. sporting a piercing in the exact same spot as seungmin, but his is a round stud.
you can't help the gasp that leaves you, and seungmin can't help but laugh.
"hyung!" he starts, enthusiastically, and you know you've been caught. he jumps up in his seat, arm extended towards minho, but you quickly slap it down and tell him to be quiet. seungmin's teasing is bad enough—you don't need minho to realise your new found weakness as well.
"yeah?" minho smiles, sitting down next to you.
"nothing!" you're quick to say. "seungmin is being silly."
"y/n likes the piercings," seungmin says.
"no. i just think they're different. why did you get them in the same spot anyway?" you ask minho in an attempt to move the attention away from you, choosing to ignore the shit eating grin on seungmin's face.
minho cocks his head to the side, shuffling closer to you. "you like them?"
"they're alright," you all but whisper.
minho grabs your chin softly, which forces you to look away from your lap and up into his big eyes. but his eyes only hold you captive for a moment or two, before your gaze flickers down to the round stud below his lip.
he smirks, his lips curling as two lumps appear next to them. you suppress the groan in your throat so strongly it brings up a cough. you turn away from minho as to not cough in his face, and are met with seungmin right in front of you. you're not sure when he moved so close to you but you're now caged in between your boyfriends and their shining new piercings.
you feel rather than see minho placing his chin on your shoulder, your eyes still focused on seungmin's ring. his lips are so plum the ring looks like it's tight—and so you ask.
"not really," he shrugs.
"did it hurt when you got them?" you ask.
"only for a second," minho says, right next to your ear. "kim seungmin did make a lot of noise though."
seungmin rolls his eyes at the comment. he brings his hand to your free shoulder and rubs his thumb over your skin.
"are you going to keep them?"
"maybe," seungmin muses.
you nod, letting the silence devour you as seungmin's gaze freezes you in place. you can hear three sets of breathing, but not much else.
"anything else you wanna know, bunny?" minho asks softly in your ear. you're not sure when he moved them, but his hands are around your stomach—pulling you flush against his chest.
"whatdoesittastelike?" you let it, your voice quiet and cracking and incoherent.
"didn't catch that," minho chuckles, seungmin nodding along with him.
"say that again for us?" seungmin suggests.
you swallow, your throat dry and rough.
"what does it taste like? the metal?"
minho laughs softly, kissing your jaw before he turns his head towards seungmin. they share a look over your head, and then minho brings a hand to the back of seungmin's neck and pulls him closer. your noses touch.
"why don't you find out?" minho offers softly.
you tear your gaze away from that stupid ring and look into seungmin's eyes. they're sparkling and teasing and wanting.
you can't do much else but crash your lips against his.
they're still soft, it's still your seungmin you're kissing, but the metal now between your lips and his is impossible to ignore. it's cold, and foreign, and after a few seconds you experimentally lick his lips. seungmin's been too patient, and he can't wait anymore, and that little lick from you is all he needs to open his mouth and crash your tongues together. you can still feel the ring in between you—can still notice it's cold. but now you can taste it. everything tastes like seungmin, like the coffee he had not too long ago and his lipbalm and his skincare and then you notice. it taste like coins.
but seungmin overpowers that, more so when you start whining into his mouth at the realisation of just how hard he's kissing you. you pull away, as much as you can with minho still behind you, and gasp out for air.
it doesn't take more than a second before minho grabs your jaw and turns you towards him, crashing your lips together instantly. minho is much less patient, and glides his tongue towards yours the second your lips touch.
minho's piercing is different, and so it feels different kissing him. the metal doesn't sit in between you two—it doesn't dare interrupt—but you can feel it probing against your bottom lip every time you open your lips around his. as you keep kissing, moving around each other, you catch it between your lips and pull at it—which causes minho to pull away and hiss at you.
it tastes like silver.
"i'm sorry!!" you wince, "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to!"
but you aren't allowed to keep apologising, as seungmin grabs your shoulders and turns you around—quickly colliding his tongue with yours.
you feel minho's hands around your shoulder so you think he's forgiven you, especially considering he pulls at the straps of your tank top and pushes it down towards your stomach.
you don't think too much about it, you're too lightheaded from all the kissing to realise what's about to happen, until you feel something cold and round rub against your nipple and you gasp into seungmin's mouth.
"shhh," seungmin encourages. once he pulls away he notices just how heavily you're breathing, and so he rubs your cheek soothingly and waits for you to catch your breath.
but you can't. minho's lips are on your chest, kissing and sucking and the cold metal from his stud sends shockwaves all through your body every time it nudges against your nipple.
"it's cold and it's, ahh—“ you try, but your back arches up and minho bites the skin below your nipples and you moan loudly.
seungmin's smile takes over his whole face and he shuffles downwards, "okay, i wanna try."
minho pulls away when he hears that, and smirks up when he sees your blissed out face. the view only gets better, as seungmin's lip ring means the cool sensation presses against your nipple for longer. he sucks and bites and licks and the metal rolls against your sensitive bud.
you try focusing on minho's eyes that glue to your face but you can't, the pleasure too much to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head.
"well, if you won't let me look at you i might as well..." minho mumbles, and you aren't sure what he's talking about until another pair of lips wraps around your other nipple, the cold stud pushing against your skin.
your moans only get louder, the doubled stimulation sending shivers all the way up your spine. you can feel it in the bottom of your mouth—urging you to let out the lewdest noises.
you reach for them, your fingers sliding into their hairs as you pull at the same time. they both groan, the vibrations and the cold and the wetness enough to make you squirm uncomfortably under their weight.
"stop stop stop," you let out, breathless.
they both pull away quickly, eyes wide as they exchange a look between them.
"are you okay?"
"what's wrong?"
"i just," you heave, your whole body on fire. the wetness on your nipples cools you down quickly, but it's not enough. you need air. "it's so good, like so fucking good. i'm just so warm and i can't breath."
minho quickly gets up and sets the aircon to a colder setting. seungmin gets up to leave too, but you stop him with a hand on his shoulder.
"w-where are you going?" you ask, softly. vulnerable.
"just to get you water," seungmin explains, but the look on your face tells him to stay put. "hyung!"
"yeah, i'm on it!" minho says from the kitchen, where he's already filling three bottles of water.
once he's back, you drink more than half of it and sigh.
"sorry if we overwhelmed you, bunny," minho says, brushing the hair that's stuck to your forehead. "that was just really fun."
seungmin looks at him, eyes bright and smirk wide as he says, "so fun."
"i knew your tits were sensitive, but i didn't think a little bit of metal would get you like that," minho smirks.
"i'm so fucking horny," you sigh, letting your head fall against the couch. seungmin laughs loudly, rubbing your knee.
"well, once you've calmed down we can check how sensitive your clit is to our piercings?" seungmin offers.
you look at him, wide eyed, and nod quickly.
minho laughs, kissing your shoulder as he wraps an arm around your middle. seungmin follows, his arms just below it.
"how does it taste?" minho asks, pure curiosity in his voice as he rests his head on your shoulder.
"i guess it—"
"—you could just find out?" seungmin offers, smirking at minho as he gets closer and closer to his face.
you laugh at minho's appalled expression, as if he doesn't kiss seungmin all the time, and decide to move aside as seungmin climbs over to minho's side.
the older grabs seungmin's jaw and kisses him, moaning just like you did as the cold metal collides with his tongue. you watch as your boyfriends kiss, understanding a little bit about what got them so worked up over your reaction. every time you see minho's tongue roll against the lip ring he groans, and there's a small clashing noise whenever their piercings touch.
once you catch your breath, and the increasingly wet patch between your legs can no longer be ignored, you move closer to them and simply grab seungmin's jaw. he resists for only a moment before you tug him away from minho and crash your lips together again.
the taste of the metal isn't too foreign anymore.
"yah!" minho yells, grabbing your hips and squeezing, "that was rude! i wasn't done!"
you pull away from the kiss, only long enough to shrug and say, "i was getting bored."
"you're so fucking spoiled," minho groans, "i can't even kiss my boyfriend for three minutes?"
you pull away again, mainly because you feel seungmin struggle to breath, and turn to face minho. you pout at him.
"but you two said i could find out what they feel like against my clit," you whine.
minho rolls his eyes at you.
"fine. come here then," he pulls you closer, already tugging on your pants. "but i swear if you pull him away from me again you're in so much trouble."
"children," seungmin says, hands up in front of him as if to calm you down, "no need to fight. there's enough kim seungmin for everyone."
"look what you've done," you groan at minho, "now he's being a cocky shit."
you yelp as minho hoists you up in the air and places you on your back, tugging your underwear off in a split second. he ignores your comment, mostly because he knows seungmin isn't going to stop being cocky for a while. he'll just take care of the attitude you’re both displaying sometime later.
for now, he rubs his finger along your entrance, gathering the slick on his finger before he invites seungmin to come closer.
"youngest eats first," he says, and seungmin smirks as he wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls you closer to him.
it only takes him a moment to wrap his lips around your clit—and then your moans are louder than you've ever heard them. the metal is cold and hard against you, and seungmin is only spurred on by the noises.
you pull minho towards you, kissing him desperately as your body starts cultivating. "thank fuck for those piercings," you moan loudly, urging seungmin to keep going.
"go on bunny, the sooner you cum the sooner i get to try too," minho smiles against your lips, before he moves down to tease your nipples again. the stimulation is too much, and it only takes a second for you to fall over the edge, your thighs shaking rapidly against seungmin's head.
he pulls away as soon as you push at his forehead, his chin shiny and smile overjoyed. it's a big contrast between his expression and his lip ring—the dangerous look it brings isn't enough to overshadow his pure eyes.
minho rubs your stomach as you calm down, your whole body moving as you gasp for air. he knows you aren't ready yet, and as to not overwhelm you, he moves back and grabs another bottle for you.
"while she calms down," he starts, turning to seungmin, "wanna show me what she tastes like?"
seungmin laughs loudly at that before he grabs minho's neck and kisses him deeply—the pair moaning. at your taste, and the metal, and knowing you're right beneath them looking up at the whole thing.
just as minho cups seungmin's jaw, pulling him closer and grabbing a handful of his ass, you cough.
"min, i—“
minho groans as he pulls away from his boyfriend, looking up to the ceiling with the most fed up expression he can master. seungmin's head falls back as he laughs.
"she's so fucking spolied," he mutters, pecking seungmin's lips one more time before he turns to you.
he situates himself between your thighs, licking his lips as he sees you clenching in anticipation.
"we need to stop spoiling her, seungminnie," minho mumbles, sinking a finger into your heat. you moan loudly, finally feeling something inside you.
"yeah," seungmin agrees, pushing his hair back as he finds the perfect spot to watch you two from. "but it's probably not gonna be today."
"mhm," minho nods, eyes glued to your pussy and the way it sucks in his finger. "not today, then."
at that minho wraps his lips around you, the little stud on his chin rubbing against your folds.
you know you're not going to get tired of those piercings any time soon, or how much your boyfriends spoil you for that matter.
i rarely see seungmin x nipple play themed scenarios around tumblr, but i'm desperate to read one bcs he's such a tease like imagine him being cocky everytime he sees your perked bare nipples under his t-shirt during makeout sesh and that scenario keeps replaying on my mind send help
this cocky bastard will be the death of me one day 😵💫
🏷 dom!seungmin × afab!reader, established fwb, teasing, nipple play, grinding.
seungmin never misses a chance to tease you. simple as that.
and it never matters to him if it's just the two of you or if you're in a crowded place—if seungmin notices your thighs not so subtly rubbing against each other, stay assured he'll point it out with a teasing laugh and dirty comment; as if he wasn't the one that'd started it all by sneaking a hand between your thighs to rub circles around your clit to get that exact reaction. and if he happens to spot your nipples perking up from under the t-shirt you're wearing? the cockiest, most shit-eating grin in existence will appear on his face.
“oh—what's this?” he chuckles and pulls back from the long, passionate kiss you'd commenced a few minutes earlier to look down—down at your erect nipples, which had been rubbing against his naked chest relentlessly as you slowly ground on him in the darkness of his bedroom. with a click of his tongue, seungmin moves a hand to rest it on your backside, the other moving up to cup one of your tits, squeezing and kneading it over the t-shirt you'd thrown on yourself after a much-needed, and very steamy, shower with him. “still so sensitive...” he teases when his thumb grazes your buds by pressing and flicking them through the light material of his shirt, making you squirm and look at him with dazed eyes.
“s-seung—” you whine and hide your face on his shoulder, never once halting your grinding motions on his clothed length. you feel his chest reverberate in a laugh before he sneaks a hand on the back of your head to take hold of your hair, tugging you away from his shoulder, just so he could look once more at your darkening in embarrassment face.
he bites his lip in amusement, cock twitching at how your puffy lips let out the sweetest, quietest of moans. “what? you're still so needy and keep rubbing on me like a bitch in heat. was me fucking your slutty pussy a few minutes ago not enough?” seungmin whispers against your lips before capturing them in a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss.
he then drinks in a needy whimper when his long fingers start roughly brushing over your nipples, the tip of his index circling your areola before tugging at your buds, his other hand soon following suit on your other one as your moans fill his room. “s-seung...” you moan, your bare pussy grinding down on his clothed cock as soon as he latches his mouth around your nipples, his tongue and the material of the t-shirt brushing over them over and over again making that familiar tightness form in your lower stomach. “p-please... wan—” you try to say, but a light brush of his teeth on your oversensitive bud causes a strangled moan to leave your lips, interrupting you.
“beg.” seungmin hisses, and you comply without a second thought.
prompt: the long awaited pt.2 of when you think they’re falling out of love with you (pt.1: will this all be memories one day?)
warnings: fluff, angst, comfort, mentions of mental health struggles and insecurities, (accidental) projection of said insecurities / miscommunication, fighting(none physical) & arguing, some shouting and crying, one (1) breakup, suggestiveness in seungmin's part.
author's note: sorry this took a bajillion years. and also sorry about hyunjin's part. but it's for my angst lovers, ok? maesie loves u goodbye lmk what you think !
ALSO! please reblog if you enjoy reading. it helps me a lot to know if you liked it... likes are fine but reblogs make my day.
chan
“are you.. okay?” he asks, reaching for your hand and giving it a squeeze. “i mean– are we okay?”
you looked up at him, his eyes, shiny from the light of the television. sweet, round, warm, welcoming. “you didn’t text.” you said.
he takes a tentative breath– not as if he was angry, but maybe regretful. “you’re right.” he says, his free hand cradling the one he holds, fingering your knuckles. “i didn’t. i was distracted and i haven’t been trying hard enough.” he admits. taking all the blame. after all, you were right. he had left you alone.
“but i was thinking about you everyday, you know?” he says. it hurts when you look up at him– like he might cry. “everything i do, it’s… for you, even though it doesn’t seem that way.. you’re my motivation for everything.” he says. “for our future. and i’m so sorry.”
you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “i was thinking about you, too. i wasn’t doing my part, either. i wasn’t checking on you even when i wanted to. i missed you so much.” you tucked yourself into his neck, wrapped yourself in his smell.
minho
it was when you met him for the first time again, when you held him again. “baby love!” he exclaimed as you pounced into him with open arms, knocking the air out of his chest.
how he didn’t let go, let you hang on to him as long as you wanted. how you ended up glued together. he felt the same as before. your heart warmed.
it was how he beamed, holding you, looking at you. holding your face in his hands and kissing your nose. “i missed you so much. come see all the presents i got you.” he blushes, shy to be mushy, mumbling against your hair. grabs your hand and spends the rest of the day handing gift after gift to you of souvenirs he had hauled back from tour with him. how they reminded him of you, how he knew you would like this one in particular, how he wished he could have taken you with him. all the beautiful places he saw and still, something was missing without you beside him.
changbin
“did i hurt your feelings?” he asks softly, and you feel his arm gently touch you. you just sniffled. he has, a lot. badly. but you didn’t want to talk about it. you didn’t want to cry in front of him.
“hey, baby. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to.” he says gently. it’s not enough. you push his hand off of you. “i was too mean, i wasn’t thinking. i’m sorry.”
“this is like the third time this week that you’ve raised your voice at me. i’m sick of it. you treating me like shit.” you said, voice hollow and cold.
you can’t see how his face falls, heart breaks. shit, he’s fucked up worse than he realized. way worse. you might leave him. his face suddenly feels wet. “that makes sense. you should be upset at me. i’m sorry.” you can hear it in his voice, croaky and breaking.
he sits up and this is what hurts more than anything else: more than how small he made you feel when he got upset at you over something small, how he had ignored your feelings. this, hearing him cry, was worse than any of that. you can’t take it anymore. “hey, no, it’s okay. it’s okay. come here.” you said, pulling him to you. wrapping your arms around him. “it’s okay, bin. don’t cry, baby. i love you, you know that, right?” you’re crying too, your voice is shaky. so are your hands.
you kiss his face, kiss away the tears. and he looks at you and wipes away your tears, too. his lip quivers. “i’m the worst.” he says.
“shush.” you shut him up. “i get it. i should have just told you i was upset. we should have talked it out. but you’re the best fucking person i’ve ever met, okay? i’m done fighting. i’m not mad. i choose you, always.” you whisper the last part, touching your nose to his. “got it?” you grab his hand and squeeze it.
he whimpers, and you let him cry and apologize. “already forgiven, okay? and i’m sorry, too. this was stupid.” you gave him a little smile. “i love you. let’s always talk it out from now on, okay?”
hyunjin
it reached a tipping point. for some reason this tension and stress you carried around, these worries and doubts, they didn’t dissolve. they persisted.
“am i.. still your person?” you asked, looking at your lap. “you know, like, you used to say?” you whispered, voice already starting to break.
he takes a sip of water. the pause. the silence.
that’s when your eyes squeeze shut, tears are already forming. this is a nightmare. this is your worst fear.
“i don’t know.” he says softly.
this was it. everything felt too loud, too much. too bright, too exposed. this was all wrong.
“oh. okay.” is all that came out, and your shirt felt wet at your neck. you could feel the cold silver of the necklace at your neck. your hand instinctively tugged at it, adjusting the charm.
“there’s.. someone else, then?” you asked, and you hated how your voice sounded. you hated how he was still here. still in your house. hated that you still cared what he had to say.
“no, no, of course not.” he says, as if he was going to try and explain.
“it’s me, then. did i do something? fuck, man.” you said under your breath. you were sweating. the room felt like it was shrinking. its so hot in here.
you hate the feeling of the clasp of your necklace rubbing against your skin. at least, now you do. your skin feels itchy. you suddenly realize that he’s touched everything you own, and every part of you, too. like you couldn’t rid the house of him without burning it down. you’ve ripped it off, humiliatingly crying as you fumbled with the clasp. threw it on the table. and you hate how you run away, and how his words, his confessions, all sound far away and fuzzy. you hate how the door slams, ringing in your ears before you’re blanketed in the silence of the night. alone.
jisung
your nerves were alight today. he’s been acting weird since the minute he opened the door. so your anxiety was bubbling. why did he insist on date night being tonight? you were feeling tired even as you sat down to dinner. for some reason you didn’t think much of the tablecloth set on the table and the lilies in a vase at the windowsill.
“was– was your day okay?” he asks, touching your hand. again, weird. it almost looks like he didn’t have a day off work today– his hoodie and sweats instead replaced with a tee and black trousers. but it warmed your heart that he put in effort. but more strangely is the fact that he’d barely had a taste of the food– normally he’d shovel the food down and go back for seconds before making some kind of conversation. it’s just his nature, the little squirrel.
“i guess so. it’s nice to see you. what did you do today?”
he blinks, wide eyed. “just some chores.” he’s suddenly looking at his food, moving it around with his fork, “worked on some music.”
“yeah?” you smiled, squeezing his hand. “you look great, did you get your hair cut?”
“yeah, yesterday.” he smiles. “thanks, babe.”
the smile falls from his face a little quicker than usual. maybe he’s feeling a little down. it’s always a little hard to say it out loud, you think to yourself.
you finish your plate, and your eyes are becoming even heavier now with a full stomach. as you go to stand up and load the dishwasher, he stops you. you laugh, standing up anyways. “wait, i need to– um, tell you something. can you sit for a second?” jisung says.
you sighed, mostly unintentionally, and plopped back down. “yeah, what?” you mumbled. “well, like, you know, that.. we were talking about you moving in? and i know this place isn’t perfect, and you get cold at night sometimes and the laundry machine is pretty loud, but– um, what i mean is that i really want you to. we’ll find somewhere better soon, but, i’m ready. now. i want to live with you and come home to you. i really do.”
your eyes sting a little when his rambling transformed into an invitation. “what? yeah, of course, hannie. i was going to anyways. let’s do it as soon as possible. i want to live with you, too.” you stand to wrap your arms around him.
“really? good. i’m really happy you want to live with me, too. we can get another heater and i’ll make room for your desk, too. whatever you want.” he says. “i love you. you’re so considerate. you know those things don’t bother me that much, right? being with you is the best.”
“okay, well, good. that’s good. because, um, i have one more thing.” he says, “to ask you, i mean.”
he intertwines his fingers with yours. “i want to marry you. i– i have–” he says, and he fumbles a ring box out of his pocket. “i got this for you. if you don’t like it, we’ll change it. get a different one. b-but i want you to know i’m all yours.” he says.
felix
you had been too selfish, you realize as you climb into the shower where he sits, crying to himself. how come you had only thought of your insecurities? how come you didn’t think about how he might be feeling? your clothes quickly soak as you comfort him on the shower floor.
“did something happen?” you ask.
“just– everything is so difficult lately, and i’m so tired.. of feeling like this.”
“you know you can lean on me, right? it’s not a burden if you share your hardships with me. it’s easier to carry. how you always say to me, right?” you tell him, letting him rest his head on your shoulder.
“you make the happy times happier, and the hard times easier. let me help you.” you touch your nose to his. “let’s get out of here and warm up. what do you say? mario kart and cuddles?”
seungmin
he shows up at your door, late. a bouquet in his hands. “i’m sorry.” is the first thing he says. “i didn’t realize how i was hurting you. will you let me make it up to you?”
maybe you had misread everything. because you were warm again, looking at him. loved. “i have been so selfish. so much that i didn’t even think about how you were feeling. i’m so sorry.” he says.
you nodded. “come in, it’s cold.”
that night, his fingers tracing the skin of your bare back. “i love you so much.” he whispers, so small you could almost miss it. you curl into his chest. “good. cause i couldn’t live without you. thanks for taking such good care of me.”
his cheeks warm. “i neglected you.. let me show you again. please.” he says, voice dropping an octave, his lips finding your clavicle.
jeongin
“it’s not like that!” he raises his voice, and it scares you. this is all too much. you hate confrontation, but this time you couldn’t just not say anything. you feel your eyes stinging, and you want to curl up into a ball and disappear.
“o-okay. please don’t shout at me.”
you looked so small, a pang of guilt hit him. he’s hurt you. he might lose you.
“i’m sorry.” he crumbles, tears slipping down his face. “i’d never do that to you. ever. you’re mine, you’re my only. come on,” he pleads. “you have to trust me.”
he holds you against his chest, and you’re still angry, but you let him hold you. you do believe him. you trust him.
“but.. you’re so happy with her..” you sobbed.
“stop, stop. it’s nothing like that. she’s my old friend. we were just reminiscing. i don’t like her like i like you. i never will. hell, i don’t like anyone like i like you.”
that makes you smile. his expression mirrors yours when he sees you soften. “okay. i forgive you. sorry for.. getting jealous.” you said, lowly, starting to see your ignorance.
"i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now,"
content: gn! reader (no pronouns mentioned, no other implications of gender), the dreamies being the cutest boyfies, tooth-rotting fluff
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ mark lee
"are you not tired?"
you quickly shake your head, blinking at him with soft eyes, "no," you mumble contently, "i like watching you play,"
mark's cheeks glow a light shade of pink as he stares down at the guitar in his hands, nodding, "okay,"
he continues to strum, pretending that your gentle gaze doesn't make him nervous; quietly, he starts humming along to a random melody in an effort to soothe the hammering in his chest.
you watch, completely enamored by everything that is him: his hair that lacks any sense of direction, the glasses that hang low on his nose, waiting patiently to be pushed back. even the tiny pimple patch on his forehead invites a smile to your lips. the way his fingers strum the different chords on the guitar is mesmerizing, and you think, god, i could watch him for hours.
"i love you," you blurt out.
he stops playing and his gaze meets yours. when the three words leave your lips, mark stops breathing; his eyes glance between yours, greedily soaking in the fondness of your confession.
"and i love you, pretty," he finally breathes out, gawking at the expression on your face, "wow," he mutters. perhaps, it's the lack of sleep or the certain fogginess brought on by staying up until the earliest hours of the morning, but you have never looked more fascinating.
"what?"
"nothing, i just-" his eyes are dazed, deep in thought.
"what? tell me?" you insist.
"it's just... i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now,"
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ huang renjun
your eyes dart between the canvas on your lap, an abomination of colorful smudges and scribbles that look like a primary school student’s best work, and that of your boyfriend’s. his painting is carefully done, organized, clearly mirroring the vase of tulips you were using as reference.
“i’m never painting with you again!” you pout, arms crossing stubbornly against your front. renjun, more than amused at this, laughs loudly.
“why, honey? i love it.”
“liar! it looks like terrible, jun-“
“it looks beautiful,” he starts, placing both hands on your shoulders, “because you drew it. it’s... abstract, unconventional,” he encourages, “it’s freaking cool, just like you!”
initially, you roll your eyes but after a few seconds, you can’t help but give in, letting your arms fall to your side in defeat.
“you’re so corny,” you huff, feigning annoyance.
“maybe," he agrees, "or, maybe i’m just secretly convincing you to paint with me again because i love you and i love spending time with you like this.”
your eyes lose their sternness instantly. instead, they widen, looking up at renjun. at his words, you feel your heart swell up, the tips of your ears turning hot. that definitely wasn’t the response you expected.
you wrap your arms around his waist tightly, muttering a shy, “really?”
he bobs his head up and down, fascinated by the way you look at him.
“yes,” he mumbles, “and i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now. how's that for corny?"
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lee jeno
jeno throws his controller onto the desk, cursing loudly.
your head shoots up from the crook of his neck where you were beginning to drift off, curled up in his lap.
"fuck, sorry," he apologizes, bringing a hand up to rub your back, "it's just that fucking haechan- i'm sorry, baby," he breathes out.
"it's okay," you run your fingers through his locks, slightly amused at the way he gets so worked up over a game.
"his girlfriend came into the room so he just left his controller there and kept the game running instead of telling me he was leaving," jeno rambles, "and now we lost two games in a row,"
unable to help the giggle that leaves your lips, you brush his hair away from his forehead, pressing your lips to it, then kissing each one of his cheeks after. he stops complaining, settling for letting you pamper him.
"you're so cute," you whisper. he only grumbles beneath you and holds you closer against him. you give him a peck on his lips, using your hands to smush his cheeks together.
"i'm sorry i woke you up," he whispers once you pull away. you shake your head.
with your fingers lazily tracing his features, you reassure him, "s'okay, i don't mind. i wasn't even asleep yet. just drifting off."
"well, how about i turn off the game and we can go lay down- why are you looking at me like that?"
"like what?" you ask, unaware of the way your tired eyes are glossed over with love as you stare at the prettiest boy ever.
"i don't know," he mumbles, leaning in so his lips are barely brushing yours, "i can't describe it but- all i know is-" his heart skips a beat as you subconsciously bat your eyes, "i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now," he presses his lips against yours and picks you up, carrying you to the bed.
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lee donghyuck
"mmm.. that feels good," hyuck purrs. his voice is muffled as a result of his lips pressing into your shoulder blade, lazy kisses leaving behind a trail of wet marks.
meanwhile, your nails rake up and down his back, tickling and scratching his warm, bare skin. haechan swears he could melt in your arms.
"you're so good to me," he admits, leaning up to take a peek at your face, already looking back at him with so much sentiment, "and you're so beautiful," his brow furrows, "i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now,"
"i know you had a long day," you start, smiling as you feel his hand squeeze your side, "it's the least i can do,"
"staying up past a reasonable hour so i can cling to you and complain about my day is the least you can do?"
"i do it because i want to," you reiterate, "and give yourself credit, bub, you do a lot for me, too,"
"i should be doing more," he sighs with discontent, leaning his chin on your chest, "if i wasn't always so busy-"
"you make me my favorite foods on the days you have practice so that i won't miss you too much while you're gone. you run me scented baths when i'm sick and rub menthol on my chest even when there's snot in my nose," he playfully grimaces, although he can't contain his quiet giggles, "and you always let me pick what movie we watch, even if we've already seen it a dozen times," you explain, "i would do this a hundred nights over, hyuck."
his cheeks burn red, and for a moment you think you may be hallucinating. it wasn't common for donghyuck to be flustered, nor was it an easy task to accomplish.
he puckers his lips as if to ask for a kiss, which you gladly give him.
"for the record," you mutter, "i never want you to stop looking at me this way either,"
hyuck shakes his head, "never, baby," before nuzzling his face back into your neck.
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ na jaemin
"hold still," jaemin insists.
you shift around, trying to get comfortable where you sit up on the bathroom sink. your boyfriend stands in front of you, wearing a half-hearted scowl and a bright green face mask that made it impossible to take him seriously. he has one hand on your hip to keep you steady while the other applies the cleansing goo to your cheeks.
"babe," he tries when you wiggle again.
there’s no chance you can concentrate on keeping still with how ridiculous he looks. you snort and shake your head, "sorry, sorry."
"you're lucky you're cute," he grumbles, focusing on getting an even layer of product across your forehead.
having him so close, conveniently situated between your legs, made it so easy to stare at him. you found yourself glancing between his eyes and lips as you pucker up, leaning in.
“ah-ah” his finger comes up between your two faces, stopping you before you can come any closer, “what do you think you’re doing?”
your eyes roll as you move aside his hand, stealing a kiss any way.
“hey!”
“oh, come on, shrek, it’s not that deep,” you laugh, fisting the material of his shirt and pulling him in, pressing your lips against his. he clumsily puts down the green container on the edge of the sink when your kiss takes him by surprise. his hands blindly feel around for the towel, wiping off the excess product so that he can properly hold you and deepen your affection, so much so that the both of you only break apart when you’ve run out of air.
“even covered in green,” he pants breathlessly, “you’re still as hot as ever.”
“you have a way with words,” your thumb swipes at his lip to wipe away what you've smudged.
"i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now," he exhales.
"woah, where did that come from?"
"it's just been on my mind for a couple days... i've noticed how your pupils dilate when you look at me, there's so much adoration in your-" he whispers, "well, i just feel like i don't tell you enough that i love you, and that i appreciate the way you love me."
"jaemin..." you coo, but he interrupts you, capturing your lips in another kiss.
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ zhong chenle
every one of his features is perfectly shaped, but boy, are his lips are so deliciously plump and pink. it isn't the first time you find yourself drooling over them, and you certainly don't think it'll be the last.
chenle tears his eyes away from the tv when he catches sight of you out of the corner of his eye, "what's on your mind?"
"nothing," you sharply reply and shift your gaze back to the screen, embarrassed to have been caught staring.
but your answer's not enough for chenle, who sits up and pauses the movie, turning to face you with his brow furrowed in concern.
"hey, what's wrong?" he chimes, poking his finger into your cheek.
"no, nothing's wrong. i just don't want you to make fun of me." you warn.
"why would i make fun of you?"
"for staring at you."
chenle's lips break into a smile and he laughs loudly.
mortified, you gasp and yank the blanket up and over your head, "see! you're making fun of me!"
"no no," he takes your hands into his, moving the blanket out of the way so he can see you clearly, “i’m laughing because you think i'd make fun of you for that,”
“it’s just,” you brush your hair away from your face, “i just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable cause i was staring at you. i know you're not super affectionate, which is fine, but-.”
“you can stare at me all you want. as a matter of fact, i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now. the day you stop, i’ll just have to assume you don’t love me anymore.” he crosses his arms, huffing.
“yeah, you’re not affectionate," you laugh, "but you’re definitely dramatic.”
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ park jisung
"i don't understand why i can't have another bite."
you savor the taste of your ice cream and then hold it far away, arm outstretched so that jisung can't reach it, "it's not my fault you ordered a flavor just because it was colorful,"
he whines, grabbing the end of your shirt to keep you close, "it was bright blue! i didn't know cotton candy would taste so bad! stop walking, lovey," his hand slips into yours and he spins you around until your chest presses against his. taking advantage of your proximity, he quickly kisses you. he pulls away with a pop, licking his lips.
"did you just-"
his eyes grow wide, as do yours. "well, you wouldn't give me another bite of yours so i-," even he can't believe how bold he was just a minute ago, "-i had to t-taste it on your lips."
my, that had to have been the cutest thing you've ever seen him do. you're pretty sure your eyes have turned into hearts with the way you're ogling him, "ji..." you start.
"mine tasted really bad," his tone is nervous, defensive even.
"ji," you beam again, but his eyes look anywhere but yours. that is, until your palm cradles his face, directing his attention back to you, "that was so cute,"
his teeth are pressed together, almost gritting as he speaks through them, "it-it was?"
"you should do that more often,"
"do what?"
"be bold like that..."
he slowly nods up and down in understanding, "okay, as long as you do that more often, too."
now, it's your turn to ask, "do what?"
"keep stop looking at me like that,"
"looking at you how, ji?" you shrug.
"i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now, and if it takes me kissing you by surprise more often, w-well, then-"
dunno bout you but i have a thing or two for seungmin's fingers i'm sorry like they look so slender and beautiful and imagine him ruining you with his fingers only while looking at you in the eyes— let me stop here before i combust
i know you sent this a while ago but it’s monday my brain can’t keep up with this—
SMUT — MINORS DNI
It’s just a little habit of his. Hard to break, hard to even recognize unless it’s pointed out. Seungmin’s fingers just seem to move on their own when you’re seated next to him, softly stroking your inner thigh. Sometimes he draws shapes, sometimes it’s just lines. Up and down, up and down. It’s almost soothing.
For him, that is. Sometimes it is for you, but other times it tickles. Then there’s times like tonight, when his cold fingertips are against your warm skin, that it’s doing nothing but building a frustration in your core.
His other hand is holding his chin. Perched on the table, blankly staring at his friend under the guise of listening. He’s checked out a long time ago, distracting himself by touching you.
Perhaps it’s your fault for wearing this dress. It was a little short, but you didn’t think much of it. It’s not like this is a fancy restaurant; a cocktail dress is perfectly in tune with the dark vibes of the ocean side restaurant.
“Oh, Seungmin.” His friend speaks, sparking a light in your boyfriend’s eyes. “Did you hear about—“
Up and down, up and down. Seemingly getting higher as well. Does he notice? Seungmin is tuned back into the conversation, it’s very likely that he has no idea.
His knuckles brush against the opposite thigh, the cold metal of his rings making you shiver. That’s when you catch it; the playful smile that’s tugging on his lips. Then it happens again, confirming your suspicions.
Seungmin knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s silly of you to assume that he doesn’t.
The restaurant is starting to feel too stuffy. Heat creeping from your belly and making beads of sweat pearl on the back of your neck. No. Nope. Can’t do this anymore.
“I’m going to get some air.” You mumble before standing up, taking your boyfriend’s jacket off the back of your chair in favor of covering your shoulders. It’s the first time Seungmin had looked at you since he started teasing you, and you feel almost nauseous at the look he’s giving you.
It’s only in his eyes, but it’s far more than enough to make your body start to sway. Feral, darker than the sea just outside the large window that spans the restaurant. It’s like the moon is shining in his dark ocean, giving it a little sparkle of mischief.
“Are you alright, darling?”
He’s so frustrating. You’re so frustrated.
“Just a little warm. I won’t be long.”
You don’t give him another chance before you step away from the table, heading towards the door in the corner of the restaurant. The one that leads to a balcony.
The wooden planks creak slightly as you step onto them. It’s too cold to seat customers outside, giving you the privacy you need. At the railing, you groan loudly, head hanging as you try to catch your breath.
This is ridiculous. Should a little touch get you this riled up? You almost want to slap yourself. Get it together. That was nothing, stop acting like it’s something serious.
Waves crash against the beams beneath you. The sound lulling you, easing the pressure that built its way up to your throat. A few more minutes, you tell yourself as the breeze hits your face. Cool, misty. Just what you needed to ground yourself.
When the patio door opens, you decide it’s time to return to the table. It’s been long enough.
All you can do is turn around before familiar hands grip the railing on either side of you. And it doesn’t matter how cold it is, how freezing the breeze is.
When Seungmin is in front of you, looking at you like that, you have no choice but to melt.
“Just wanted to check on you.” He lifts a hand, softly stroking your face with his knuckles. The rings catch the moonlight, sparkling like the heat rapidly climbing up your body yet again. “You were in a rush.”
You pull his jacket tighter around you, trying to avoid his gaze. “It was stuffy in there.”
“You think? The restaurant is almost empty.” He’s getting closer, bodies hardly separated. Just enough space for the cool breeze to squeak by. When he notices you’re not looking his way, his hand flips. Cups your cheek, brings you back to him. “Don’t be shy, baby. It’s just me.”
It’s the cold that’s making your lip tremble. That’s it. Not the overwhelming need for those pretty fingers to be elsewhere.
“Why are you doing this?” You whisper, the sound almost lost to the crashing of the waves.
Seungmin smiles at you, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your lips. His nose nudges your opposite cheek, other hand now tracing up the outside of your thigh.
“Because I can.”
Some fingers tease your inner thigh, the others stroke your jaw. Push hair behind your ear, draw over the outline of your lips. He doesn’t look away from you once, committing your body to his touch until the fingerprints have burned away and all that’s left is you.
He doesn’t blink, not even as the fingers tucked between your legs reach your clothed core. Pushing the lacy material to the side, the move with ease over you. Collecting slick until he’s satisfied with how it clings them.
“Keep your eyes on me.” He whispers lowly, lining his fingers with your entrance. “Don’t make me stop.”
There isn’t time for a response before he pushes in, almost expressionless as your lips part. Slowly, he goes deeper. Scissoring as he goes, stretching you out to make enough space for a third finger to join the duo.
It’s not an easy fit. You fill full from his fingers alone, head starting to roll as you brokenly cry into the night.
As easily as he gave it to you, it’s taken away. Hand on your face slipping to the back of your head, adjusting it so you’re looking at him once again.
“What did I tell you?” Seungmin looks almost scary in the moonlight, voice a low mumble that’s more chilling than the ocean air. “Eyes. On. Me.”
You whimper, both hands wrapping around the wrist in between your legs. Trying to pull it forward.
“I’ll be g-good.” You earnestly promise, the tears beginning to build. “Just touch me, Minnie.”
He doesn’t touch your cunt again. No, instead he brings his slick covered fingers up. Pushing all three inside your mouth.
“Lick. Clean them.”
Did he really have to ask? Your tongue was already moving around the digits, lapping eagerly at the skin. The rings. Making sure to get every last drop of you off of him.
Seungmin chuckles lowly. “You know, if you would have stayed seated just a little longer,” without warning, his fingers push back, hitting your throat. He smiles when you start to choke, knees buckling at the desperation shoots through your body. “I was going to play with your cunt there. Maybe take you to the bathroom to fill you up.”
Out of your mouth. Untangled from your hair. The hands you’ve been craving all evening rudely taken from you before you could fully enjoy them. When you reach for him, he steps back. Adjusting his tie before giving you a twisted smile.
“What a shame. Impatient little girls never get what they want.”
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