◠ ◡ ◠᭚ιαᵕ̈ • she/her • 30s • INTJ • Demi-Pansexual Kim Seungmin & Han Jisung ult Bias ๑I want to believe in eternity with you ๑ ♡ I love you, don’t act so surprised. ♡ 🔞around these parts 🔞
Lots of Seungminnie here. He is my largest collection.
Equal parts Han and Bang Chan, though I’ve probably become a little more comfortable writing Chan so I expect there to be more of him coming. I’ve veered a little bit away from writing Han romantically just because I have a hard time getting into that headspace so there hasn’t been a new Han piece since August 2023. *hides behind Seungmin*
I've dipped my toes in the Lee Know and Hyunjin pools. Shhhh. Let me cook. ;)
Welcome to my little slice of delulu paradise. Kick off your shoes, grab a blanket, cuddle up with your favorite stray kid and relax. ◠ ◡ ◠᭚ιαᵕ̈
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The Master of Flirting - Chan x Reader - all the fluff MoF pt. 1 -August 13,2023-
The Mystery if You - Chan x Reader - fluffy MoF pt. 2 -August 20, 2023-
The Art of Meeting - Chan x Reader - MoF pt. 3 -September 3, 2023-
Broken Promises - Chan x Reader - despite the name, it really is fluffy, I promise. - Sometimes you can make all the promises in the world to yourself, but life has other plans for you. Working closely with Bang Chan turns out to be a challenge in which you never really stood a chance. -September 29, 2023-
The Complication of Connecting - Chan x Reader - MoF Pt. 4 -October 20, 2023-
Say That Again - Chan x Reader - After watching Chan’s episode with the Felix and him playing with the twin girls, your mind is sent reeling by thoughts you’d never really entertained before. You voice those thoughts to Chan and find yourself quite surprised by his response. -December 28, 2023-
Lee Know Drabbles
I Don’t Know How to Feel - Lee Know x Reader - angsty Drabble -September 16, 2023-
All you had to do was Ask - Lee Know x Reader - Smut, very little plot here -November 3, 2023-
Your Hands, My Necklace - Lee Know x Reader - Smut Prompt Request Drabble -December 2, 2023
Hyunjin Drabbles
An S-Class Connection - Hyunjin x Reader - smut and a teensy ounce of fluff -September 23, 2023-
Summary: He loves spoiling the girl he's always had a weak spot for.
Warnings: GETTING RAILED AT CHAUMET.
A/N: Again, I hope the Seungmin stans are happy with me.
୨ৎ Felix ୨ৎ Hyunjin ୨ৎ Bangchan ୨ৎ Jeongin ୨ৎ Han ୨ৎ Leeknow ୨ৎ Changbin
───୨ৎ────────୨ৎ───────୨ৎ───
Before the ring, before the coat,
there were a thousand little things.
Limited edition sneakers that vanished from shelves in seconds — but somehow landed at her door, no receipt, no note, only the faintest scent of his cologne lingering on the box.
A first edition poetry book she’d once brushed her fingers over in a dusty Paris stall — slipped onto her desk like a secret, bound in velvet, her name handwritten inside the cover.
Fresh flowers every Friday — never the forced perfection of roses, but wild, tangled stems like the ones she always lingered over at the street markets, chaotic and soft and alive.
A signed vinyl from her favorite band — though she’d never mentioned it aloud, only ever hummed a few verses under her breath while working.
Tiny velvet boxes tucked into the lining of her suitcase when she traveled — each cradling delicate jewelry that whispered against her skin like a private kiss.
Cashmere sweaters in muted colors, the kind that seemed to melt against her body, always fitting her too perfectly to be coincidence.
Matching mugs after a single offhand comment — because “coffee tastes better when we drink from the same cup.”
And the notes.
The notes tucked everywhere.
In her sketchbook.
In the pages of her planner.
In the back pocket of her jeans.
Eat well. Rest. You are loved.
He never asked for thanks.
Never expected anything back.
He just gave.
And gave.
And gave.
Until loving her was no longer something Seungmin did, it was something he was.
───── ୨ৎ ─────
The ring came first.
A delicate band of white gold, cold and precise, sliding onto her finger with the effortless certainty of something that had always belonged there.
No grand confession.
No speeches.
No fireworks.
Just Seungmin, sprawled lazily on the sofa in a worn gray hoodie, tapping idly at his phone, voice low and distracted:
“Come here.”
She did — barefoot, sleep-heavy, the hem of his old T-shirt brushing her thighs.
He caught her wrist, pulled her closer, thumbed the ring onto her finger with a slow, almost absent-minded care.
“Needed everyone to know you’re mine,” he murmured, not even looking up.
She stared at the band — thin, heavy with diamonds, an unmistakable signature of wealth and intimacy — and something in her chest cracked open.
She hadn’t asked.
Hadn’t needed to.
He simply knew.
“Thank you, Minnie,” she whispered, dazed.
He smiled — lazy, dangerous — and tugged her down onto his lap like it was nothing.
“Good girl.”
───── ୨ৎ ─────
The Burberry came next.
Not just any trench coat.
Custom-tailored in London.
Soft tan suede that caught the light like honey, stitched inside with a muted plaid, a luxury secret meant for no one else to see but him.
It arrived at her studio sealed in a heavy garment bag, a handwritten note folded into the pocket:
“Don’t forget to take care of yourself too, my pretty artist. Love, your biggest fan.”
She wore it for him — and only the coat.
Bare beneath the suede, skin kissed pink by the evening light filtering through the windows.
When Seungmin walked in, he didn’t speak.
Didn’t blink.
Just set the coffee he brought onto the table with mechanical precision and stalked toward her.
His fingers — deceptively gentle — found the belt first.
Loosened it with one slow pull.
Pushed the fabric open, revealing her inch by inch, like he was unwrapping something breakable.
His voice came low, nearly unrecognizable.
“You’re not allowed to tease if you can’t handle the consequences, princess.”
She tried to answer.
Tried to be coy.
But he had her caged against the table before a word left her mouth, the coat puddling around her hips, his hand sliding under to cup the soft heat of her, bare and wet and already trembling.
“Messy little thing,” he muttered against the delicate shell of her ear, fingers slipping between her folds, cruelly light.
“All worked up just from wearing what I bought you?”
She whimpered — helpless, desperate.
Seungmin only smiled, slow and sharp and certain.
───── ୨ৎ ─────
The salon was a dream in gold and velvet.
Quiet, cloistered, hidden high above the noise of Paris.
A room only a handful of names would ever see.
Bathed in the soft shimmer of chandelier light, surrounded by display cases that held entire kingdoms in a single velvet box.
She stood in her new Heels on the thick carpet, wearing in the Burberry dress she got a few days ago, Seungmin’s jacket — oversized, drowning her, his scent clinging to every thread.
And behind her, Seungmin.
Solid. Warm.
His hands already roaming under the fabric, tracing the bare curve of her waist.
“You deserve all of it,” he murmured against her ear, voice a low, reverent rasp.
“Pick anything, baby. Everything.”
She opened her mouth to protest — to say it was too much, too outrageous —
But he was bunching up her dress, already sliding inside her with a slow, claiming thrust, stealing the breath from her lungs.
“Point,” he said, voice rough with control.
She whimpered, balancing herself against the cool glass of the nearest case, knees shaking.
The stretch of him was almost too much, slow and deliberate, designed to make her mind unravel.
“I c-can’t,” she gasped.
Another roll of his hips — patient, devastating.
“You can,” Seungmin growled, nipping at the shell of her ear.
“You will. That’s an order.”
Trembling, she lifted a hand — barely able to focus through the haze of him — and pointed to a delicate tiara nestled in silk.
Diamonds like crushed stars, curling into the shape of laurel leaves.
Seungmin hummed approvingly, hips grinding deep into hers.
“Good girl.”
He signaled with a glance — no words needed — and somewhere behind them, the silent, discreet attendant slipped away to prepare the piece.
The rhythm of his thrusts was mercilessly slow — dragging every heartbeat out into an eternity —
but he never stopped.
Never let her escape the feeling of being filled, owned, adored.
“More,” he whispered.
She shuddered, gasping as he thrust deeper.
“More, baby. I want you spoiled until you forget how to say no.”
Her hand shook as she pointed again —
A necklace of pink sapphires, delicate as a vine.
A ring with a solitary emerald the color of spring rain.
A pair of earrings so intricate they looked spun by spiders from silver moonlight.
Each time, a reward — a deeper push, a ragged praise against her skin.
“That’s it,” Seungmin breathed, voice cracked open with emotion.
“That’s my girl. My spoiled, perfect thing.”
Her moans tangled with the hush of the salon, the shimmering quiet of obscene wealth around them.
She could barely stay upright, slick and trembling against the glass, but he held her there — one hand splayed over her stomach, the other sliding between her thighs, coaxing her higher.
“You deserve it,” he whispered, almost desperate now.
“Deserve everything in this room. Deserve the fucking world.”
When she finally broke — gasping his name, stars bursting behind her eyelids — Seungmin caught her in his arms, steady and unshakable.
He stayed buried deep inside her, rocking her through every aftershock, pressing kisses into her hair.
Only when she could breathe again did he lift her chin with a gentle finger, forcing her dazed eyes to meet his.
“You get everything you pointed at,” he said simply.
“And next time —”
He kissed her, slow and devastating.
“— you’ll ask for more.”
And she knew, with a dizzy, aching certainty —
It had never been about the jewelry.
Never about the price tags or the diamonds.
It was about him.
The way he worshiped her with his hands, his body, his soul.
The way he made her believe she was worth all the treasures of the earth.
The way, in a gilded room full of untouchable riches,
she would always be the most priceless thing in his world.
───── ୨ৎ ─────
Studio nights became different after that.
She’d curl up in the corner, sketching, pretending not to watch him —
but always, always feeling the weight of his gaze settle over her, heavy and possessive.
Later, he would press her into the couch, mouth hot and unhurried against her skin, stripping her down to nothing but gasps and trembling hands.
He never rushed.
Seungmin never rushed.
He licked into her slowly, like he had all the time in the world, teasing the sensitive places with maddening flicks of his tongue, dragging sweet, broken sounds from her lips.
“You taste even sweeter when you’re spoiled rotten,” he breathed against her, lapping at her until her thighs shook around his shoulders.
“Bet you don’t even realize how wet you get when you know you’re mine.”
She sobbed, writhing helplessly, and he only chuckled low in his throat — wicked, adoring — before pushing her over the edge with a single rough swipe of his tongue.
───── ୨ৎ ─────
Later still, when she tried to ride him — all messy kisses and trembling thighs — Seungmin caught her hips with brutal tenderness.
“Slow,” he ordered against her mouth, dragging her down on him inch by devastating inch.
“You’re gonna feel every second of it, princess.”
Tears blurred her vision, overwhelmed —
and Seungmin just smiled, soft and cruel, brushing them away with the pad of his thumb.
“That’s it.
Let me ruin you properly.”
When she broke apart, clutching at him, he held her right there, buried deep inside, cradling her through every aftershock, whispering against her hair:
“My pretty little artist.
Made just for me to love.”
───── ୨ৎ ─────
And when she fell asleep on his chest —
her fingers tangled in the Burberry coat thrown over them like a second skin —
Seungmin only kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes.
Because she gave him what no money could buy.
No brand could match.
No amount of luxury could counterfeit.
She gave him loyalty.
She gave him tenderness.
She gave him a home.
And that?
That was enough.
More than enough.
It was why he spoiled her.
Why he would keep spoiling her.
Why he would tear down the whole world if it ever dared to touch her.
A/N: Sometimes I just have to write when I’m having all the feelings and tonight I’m certainly having them all. Yesterday also marked my official two year stay-i-versary after I listened to maniac on repeat for nearly two months, I finally looked Stray Kids names up on that fateful day in 2023. I’m feeling a little emotional about it, and “Birds of a Feather” being released too. So I did this.
“You know this is for you,” Seungmin says as he writes on the paper he plans to put inside the ninth Songby cassette case.
“For me?” you parrot, not understanding what he is referring to as you snap a picture for when he posts behind pictures once the Songby drops at the end of March.
“Yes,” he agrees, as if that clears everything up.
You can’t help but laugh to yourself as you narrow your eyes, scrutinizing his movements, remaining silent but watching him closely.
After a few beats of silence, he speaks up again.
“I picked the song for you,” he clarifies, finishing what he is writing and putting the marker down on the table, grabbing his iced americano to take a sip looking up at you. His eyes are shinning, a stunning and piercing deep brown that you get lost in every time they meet yours.
He sets down his drink and moves to stand, his slender hands sliding into his coat pocket. Briefly he comes face to face with you, before his height eclipses yours and you are forced to look up at him. You feel small when staring up at him, but also safe. You breathe deep, unable to keep your longing sigh at bay.
“For me,” you echo again, full of wisdom and eloquence today.
“Yes,” Seungmin smiles. “And so is this if you’ll have me,” he adds. He has pulled something from his pocket but you are too busy staring at his beautiful face to really notice.
“Don’t I already have you,” you tease with a small chuckle, as Seungmin slowly falls to one knee. Your heart stops beating for a moment as your brain catches up with the events unfolding before you.
“Yes, you most certainly do,” he smiles, opening the box.
Your hands fly to your mouth and tears threaten to make an appearance. Kim Seungmin is proposing to you.
“I love you,” he grins proudly. “Don’t act surprised.”
The sob that you have kept at bay bursts forth, and before you know it, your on your knees with your arms around Seungmin’s shoulders, holding him tightly as you cry gently into his neck.
“Birds of a feather, we should stick together,” Seungmin says, his lips pressing gently against your neck, one hand rubbing your back soothingly. “Preferably I’d like to stick together forever. I didn’t really believe in that until you,” he admits. “And then STAY,” he adds. “Now all I want is forever. Marry me?”
You pull away from holding Seungmin close to look into his eyes.
“You can have all of my forevers, Kim Seungmin,” you smile at him. He is holding your hand now, slipping a beautiful, perfect ring onto your finger your eyes staying locked with his. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
It’s his turn to pull you close, his lips pressing gently against yours, and it’s like you’ve never breathed air so sweet. He kisses you like you have forever.
Lots of Seungminnie here. He is my largest collection.
Equal parts Han and Bang Chan, though I’ve probably become a little more comfortable writing Chan so I expect there to be more of him coming. I’ve veered a little bit away from writing Han romantically just because I have a hard time getting into that headspace so there hasn’t been a new Han piece since August 2023. *hides behind Seungmin*
I've dipped my toes in the Lee Know and Hyunjin pools. Shhhh. Let me cook. ;)
Welcome to my little slice of delulu paradise. Kick off your shoes, grab a blanket, cuddle up with your favorite stray kid and relax. ◠ ◡ ◠᭚ιαᵕ̈
~Do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or otherwise repurpose or reuse any of the intellectual written property as posted by @myseungsunglove . All rights reserved and protected under copyright. ~
The Master of Flirting - Chan x Reader - all the fluff MoF pt. 1 -August 13,2023-
The Mystery if You - Chan x Reader - fluffy MoF pt. 2 -August 20, 2023-
The Art of Meeting - Chan x Reader - MoF pt. 3 -September 3, 2023-
Broken Promises - Chan x Reader - despite the name, it really is fluffy, I promise. - Sometimes you can make all the promises in the world to yourself, but life has other plans for you. Working closely with Bang Chan turns out to be a challenge in which you never really stood a chance. -September 29, 2023-
The Complication of Connecting - Chan x Reader - MoF Pt. 4 -October 20, 2023-
Say That Again - Chan x Reader - After watching Chan’s episode with the Felix and him playing with the twin girls, your mind is sent reeling by thoughts you’d never really entertained before. You voice those thoughts to Chan and find yourself quite surprised by his response. -December 28, 2023-
Lee Know Drabbles
I Don’t Know How to Feel - Lee Know x Reader - angsty Drabble -September 16, 2023-
All you had to do was Ask - Lee Know x Reader - Smut, very little plot here -November 3, 2023-
Your Hands, My Necklace - Lee Know x Reader - Smut Prompt Request Drabble -December 2, 2023
Hyunjin Drabbles
An S-Class Connection - Hyunjin x Reader - smut and a teensy ounce of fluff -September 23, 2023-
Comforting, steamy, and way too good to be real. <- Is what I would say if they weren't absolute virgins.
Warnings: Suggestive Content (MDNI)
Genre: Fluff/Smut
Pairing: Virgin/Inexperienced!OT8 x NB!Reader
Notes: Back to my regularly scheduled programming of writing everyone's favorite: Virgin!SKZ.
Chris can't keep his hands off of you. If you're kissing, he's holding onto you; Your waist, your hips, sliding his hands into your back pockets. He's grabby with soft intentions, never too rough with his hands but always trying to keep you close to him. And all of this usually occurs shortly after he comes home from working late nights. He needs the stress relief - that being just holding onto you and feeling your tongue on his own. Granted it never really goes past this because he's too shy to ask you to do anything more but, one day you'll get there.
Minho is lost in the moment. It's actually a slow makeout. His tongue lathes over yours so slowly it's almost torturous, lips closing down to suck over the muscle before pulling back and looking up at you with dark, wanting eyes - and then doing it all over again. The type to sit still while you're in his lap because he knows if he moves he's going to get hard - and then what happens? He isn't sure he's ready for that yet so... slow kissing is good for right now.
Changbin can't keep his lips in one place. He's kissing your lips, over your cheeks, down your jaw and throat - sucking marks into your skin like he knows what he's doing even when he absolutely doesn't. But he fakes it, feigns the confidence and just lets his body do whatever the hell it wants while he leans into you where you sit atop the pool table. He'll take his time with you, careful and cautious about where he marks your skin so he knows you'll be able to hide it the next day. And even if it feels like he'll go further when he dips lower towards your chest, he won't - because he gets too shy and his ears burn red the moment his fingers dip under the hem of your shirt.
Hyunjin can't bring himself to do anything more than makeout because he just finds it so... intimate. It's so romantic to him. He loves the feeling of your lips on his - cherishing the warmth of your tongue until both of your lips are bruised and swollen from sucking on each other for hours. He'll let his hands wander a little - though his favorite place to rest them is politely on your waist. He's just a gentleman like that. (And.. a little unsure of where to go from there. But he'll just tell himself he does it because he's a gentleman.)
Jisung is m e s s y. Messy makeout-er. Lowkey don't know how to kiss... The type to kiss you slow but it's only because if he pushes himself on you any faster he's actually going to cum in his pants and that would be wildly embarrassing on his end. (Even if you're into it and he doesn't know it.) So he'll settle with running his hands over your waist beneath your nightshirt, pulling you down into his lap on the sofa and kissing you silly. Lots of tongue, lots of spit - He's basically just drooling into your mouth with how much is coating your lips. A nasty boy.
Felix is careful with the way he kisses you. He's a fucking freak that's why. He's cautious of where he places his hands on your hips, swaying gently as his lips meet yours. His lips are so soft, taking care of them constantly in case you ever want to kiss him. Warm and sweet, he tastes like the treats he bakes every week for the two of you to share and the way he behaves with you is just as sweet. A sweet boy who just wants to make sure you're comfortable when he kisses you and it becomes a little more.. heated. (He won't tell you but each time you tell him his lips taste like sweets, he'll wonder if you taste just as wonderful. Only time will tell, of course.)
Seungmin only does slow kisses. There's no rushing him - whether he was a virgin or not he wouldn't let you get all riled up and huffy about it. His hands stay in your own, fingers laced together every time to keep you pulled close to him. He likes to take his time because he wants to make sure you're treated right - wants to make sure you know you're his number one. He, also, wants to make sure you know you're the one person he wants. He wants to get the point across before you two do anything more that he wants you to be his first without even having to say anything.
Jeongin can't rush. He won't rush. Well - maybe if he's a little tipsy and begging for you to grind on him and make him cum in his pants...
But that's a rare occurrence.
On the daily, and I mean daily, he'll sit on the edge of the bed and let you in between his thighs to kiss him goodnight - which entails, every night, making out with him to lull him to sleep. He'll hum into your mouth, his eyes will slowly slip shut and he'll let his hands fall from your waist to your hips; His fingers will hook in the belt loop of your jeans you wanted to desperately to change out of to pull you in closer to him, down into his lap. And he'll want you to keep kissing him all slow and warm until his mouth is practically just hanging open for you. Sleepy and very hard, he'll smile with a shy giggle when you climb out of his lap and tell him to get some rest while you wash up. He loves it - His little nightly routine. ~
