SKZ reacting to your unexpectedly hot Halloween costume, please.
i LOVE this idea so much omg, i may have gone a little off script and a bit overboard but i hope you enjoy anyway <3
.˚⊹.🎃 Stray Kids React to your Halloween Costume ₊˚👻⋆ [Hyung Line]
Warnings ₊˚⋆ Pre-established relationships, some of these are explicitly sexual, some are more suggestive, each member will have their own warnings, and apologies that they are all varying lengths (i wanted to get it out before halloween lol) Maknae Line
not proofread
₊🕸️₊˚ Chan ˚₊ 🕸️⋆
Warnings ₊˚⋆ Pre-established relationship, fluff, kissing, man handling, oral (f. receiving, implied m. receiving) wc: 1.2k+
“That looks so good on you.” You rest your chin on Chan’s shoulder as he looks in the full length mirror.
He meets your eyes in the reflection, smiling. He’d custom ordered a Deadpool costume and to say it looked good would be an understatement. It was perfectly tailored to him in all the right places, the fabric was realistic but still comfortable, the function accessories—minus the gun of course—added to the look.
“Thanks, love.” He pecks her temple, “You still haven’t changed?”
He turned, taking in your Halloween themed PJs—the ones he’d bought you a few weeks ago—a pink and white ghost pattern on the button up top and matching shorts.
“It’s still early… And I want it to be a surprise, so I had to wait until you were done so I could steal the bedroom.”
“Then I will be waiting impatiently in the living room.” He grins down at you, leaning in to peck your lips before he slips out the room and down the hallway.
You close the door behind him and smile to yourself. You’d been planning this costume for months, wanting every detail to be perfect.
Almost an hour later you were ready, wig on, makeup done, costume done, shoes dangling in your hand. You crack open the door and call down the hallway, “You ready baby!?”
“Always! Do you want me to close my eyes?” He calls back.
“Yes please!”
You wait a few seconds before opening the door fully and stepping into the hallway, the wood floor cold under your bare feet. Chris was standing at the end of the hallway and true to his word, his eyes were covered.
“Okay, Channie.” You stop in front of him.
He pulls his hands away, eyes blinking open as he readjusts to the light, then instantly go wide. His jaw drops, “B-baby…”
You were wearing a long blonde wing, a blue braid hanging down on your shoulder and rounded cat ears adorning your head. A halter style black and white top and a gold necklace hanging low on your chest, a long sleeveless jacket lined with fur hanging on your shoulders. You had tucked a leopard tail into blue shorts lined with white fur and a studded belt around your waist. Accessories covered your wrists and fingers, and white heeled sandals. Hanging from your fingers
“You’re… Xilonen…” He says slowly, like he couldn’t process what he was seeing.
“I am.” You say cheekily, unable to wipe the grin off your face.
“Is this why you asked who my favorite Genshin character was!?”
“Maybe… What do you think, love?”
“I think…”
You can’t help but tease him further, seeing his ears turn that beautiful shade of red. “Maybe I should add the little fangs I got? You think that would make it batter.”
“I think… You’re crazy if you think we’re getting to that party on time.”
“Channie!” You squeal as he throws you over his shoulder and brings you back into the bedroom.
He flips you down on the bed, soft enough not to knock off your wig or ears, and crawls up your body, “You have no idea how sexy you look right now.”
“Based on this reaction I have an inkling.” You tease, smiling up at him.
He leans down, pressing his nose under your jaw as he kissed down your neck.
“B-baby, this is… Incredibly flattering but we have a party to—”
“Don’t care.” His voice is muffled as he trails his way down your collarbones and to your stomach. “Please, let me have this.”
You bite your lip. You had to admit, seeing him like this was ridiculously sexy, especially while he was still dressed in that skin tight red suit.
Before you could protest any further, he started to shimmy your shorts down your legs. You lifted your hips and he tossed them to the side, taking in the black thing you were wearing.
“Baby…” He says, almost in disbelief.
“What?” You play along, “It hides best under the shorts. They have that cut out on the thigh and—mph…” You whine, gripping the pillow under your head as he licks a stripe over the fabric, his nose brushing over your clit. “Ch-Channie…”
“You wet for me already, baby. You liked the idea of dressing up for me? Seeing me act like an idiot because of you.” He lets out a breathy laugh, nipping at your inner thigh.
You can help but giggle, squeaking as he bites your skin. Chan lifts your thigh up, hooking your leg over his shoulder.
“Can I, baby? Please? Just before we go?”
You gnaw at your lower lip, looking between his perfect down eyes, wide and pleading, desperate. You could never say no to that face.
You gave him a quick nod and he smirked, pressing a few more kisses to your inner thigh before moving where he really wanted. He presses his plump lips on your swollen bud and you can’t help but rut your hips against his face, fingers tangling in the sheets under you. Chan trails downward, sliding his tongue between your folds, then teasing deeper. He glides his tongue against you, lapping at your juices. You were insanely wet, the whole situation had got you both hot and bothered more than you’d anticipated, but Chan would be the last one to complain.
You whine when he grips the thigh over his shoulder, fingers digging into the meat of your leg. He places a kiss on your clit, and you can’t help but tighten your legs around his head—Chan wasn’t deterred. He lifts his other hand, teasing a finger between your lips before pushing inside.
You toss your head back at the combination. Chan’s perfect lips licking and suckling at your clit while his finger teases in and out of your dripping hole. The sounds were obscene, filling the room with your whines and the sound of wet skin.
“You taste so good, baby.” Chan mumbles into you, adding another finger.
“F-fuck—Channie.” You moan, one hand tangling in his hair while the other grips your pillow.
Chan takes his time exploring with his fingers, kneading that spongy spot inside you as he sucks on your clit. Slowly he drags his tongue over you, fingers curling in that way that makes your eyes roll back.
“Ch-Channie—fuck, please.” You whine, bucking your hips.
He pulls back, chin slick with your juices, “Just a little longer, baby.”
Chan’s fingers speed up and you arch your back, biting your lip as he brings his back to your folds.
“Please… Please don’t stop, Channie I’m so—”
“Give it to me, love.” He growls against you, “I wanna feel you cum on my fingers.”
A burst of euphoria rushes through you, white hot and overwhelming. Chan helps you ride it out, only slipping his fingers out when your breathing slows. He pulls back as you catch your breath, slowly crawling up your body. You open your eyes to see him hovering over you, a cocky grin on his face. You roll your eyes playfully before dangling your fingers in the hair at the back of his head, and pulling him down to meet your lips. A pleased sigh slips out of your lips the moment you taste yourself on his. Your lips move together, loving and passionate.
“You’re so perfect…” He mutters, resting his forehead against yours.
Chan sits back on his haunches, bringing his still damp fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean—it was pornographic, the way he kept eye contact. Not that you would even consider looking away.
There was no way you were letting him get away without payback. So you were, indeed, late. But only by an hour. Or two.
You both had to get dressed again after all.
₊🕸️₊˚ Minho ˚₊ 🕸️⋆
Warnings ₊˚⋆ Pre-established relationship, fluff, explicit smut, oral (m. receiving), semi-public sex (party bathroom), minor jealousy, kissing wc: 1.3k+
You Purple or blue My Hoe What? You Purple or blue! My Hoe Do I want to know what this is for? You Will you just pick one? Please My Hoe Blue You Thank you! Love you My Hoe Love you too?
“Hey Min!” You call from the bedroom.
You had been held up in their bedroom getting ready for your friend's party for almost an hour. You’d asked him if he wanted to go a few times since you were invited but he continued to decline, it wasn’t really his thing and he didn’t know these friends super well either.
“Yeah, Jagi?” He says, leaning around the doorframe.
He freezes, you were standing by the bed, twisted while looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to zip up your top. The top of your costume. Your Cheshire cat costume. A blue one.
“Can you help me?” You ask, laughing as you continued to struggle to get it all the way up.
“Uh… Yeah, sure.” He snaps himself out of it, stepping forward.
You let your hands drop to your sides as he stands behind you in the mirror. You looked utterly adorable and ridiculously sexy. Glittery makeup with a cat nose and whiskers, strapless blue and grey top, black skirt, lightly ripped stripy tights, furry cat gloves—also grey and blue, and finally a pair of grey and blue cat ears perched on top of your head.
“You okay, love?” You smile at him in the mirror.
He clears his through, shifting his focus to your top. His fingers brush the skin of your back as he pulls the zipper all the way up.
“Thank you.” You lean back and peck his cheek. Slipping around him, you move towards the closet and pull out a pair of knee high black combat boots.
All he could do was stare as you bent over to pick them up, your skirt just barely covering you—and a grey and blue tail poking out from underneath.
“Jagiya…” He starts.
You stand up, looking at him with the most innocent eyes, “Mhm?”
“Is this why you asked me about that…blue or purple thing?”
You chuckle softly, “Maybe… I’m surprised you remember.”
“Well it was weird enough—for you—to stick out.” He grins down at you.
“Hey!” You mock offense, sticking out your tongue at him. “Do you like it though?”
“Yeah, you look great.”
“Thank you.” You do a little twirl before moving towards the open door, “I gotta get going though.”
“Hang on.” He grabs your wrist, pulling you back towards him and setting your shoes down. “This’s what you’re wearing to the party?”
You nod, “Yeah… Is that a problem?”
“No, of course not, I just… I changed my mind.”
“You… You want to come!?” You instantly brighten.
He nods, “I don’t have a costume though…”
“That’s okay, it’s not required and I know a few of my friends aren’t wearing anything—at least not anything elaborate.”
“Okay then, let’s go.”
The party was in full swing when you got there. It was a good mix of costumes and regular clothes, which Minho was thankful for. Minho followed you around most of the time, since he didn’t know anyone. You were happy for the company. Introducing him to friend he’d never met, finding comfort in his arm around your waist or hand intertwined with yours.
You were standing in the living room, drink in hand, talking to your friend. They caught the eye of someone else and split off just as Minho suddenly pulled you into his lap on the couch.
“Min—mmph” You're interrupted by lips pressing to yours. You let your eyes flit closed, bringing your free hand up the play with the hairs at the back of his head. His kiss was possessive, tongue pushing between your lips. You part them, feeling him explore your mouth in a way that makes your stomach flutter. He pulls back, letting you catch a breath.
“Sorry…” He mumbles, looking down at his lap.
“I’m not gonna complain.” You laugh softly. “Everything okay?”
“Just…some guy staring at your legs… It was pissing me off.”
“Jagi…” You cup his cheek, making him meet your eyes. “You have no reason to be jealous.”
“I know, I just…” He bites his lip, looking to the side.
You lean in, muttering in his ear, “Maybe I need to remind you that you’re the only one for me?”
You get up out of his lap, taking his hand and pulling him off the couch. You weave through the crowd until you find the host, Aeri, and your best friend.
“Hey Ri?” You tap her shoulder.
She turns, bright pink hair swishing around her, “What’s up, babe?”
“Can I steal your bathroom for a bit?” You ask, tilting your head.
She glances between you and Minho before nodding, “Always.”
You thank her and lead Minho upstairs and into Aeri’s bedroom, then the en suite bathroom. You close and lock the door behind you, turning back to Minho.
“What are we doing?” He asks, though he had an idea.
You move forward, hooking your fingers into his belt loops to pull him closer, “What do you think, love?”
You push him back until he sat down on the closed toilet seat. You kneel in front of him, quickly unbuckling his belt and sliding his jeans down enough to pull his cock out. He was already half hard, making you smirk. Minho inhales sharply when your mouth wraps around him.
“F-fuck…” He grunts, letting you guide his hand into your hair. Falling into your usual routine, his fingers tangle in your locks, guiding your head up and down his length. His breath staggers at the way your tongue swirls around the tip before taking him deeper.
He suddenly pushes your head down further, trusting upwards and making you gag. His grip loosens but you don’t pull away, keeping a steady bob. You hollow your cheeks out and speed up, fingers digging into the skin of his thighs.
“Shit, Jagi… You’re so good at that—”
Hearing his works, you can’t help but force your head down further, making him gasp—an involuntary whimper escaping his lips as he tosses his head back in pleasure.
“Uh, f-fuck—“
You smirk around his cock, obscene wet slobbering sounds echoing softly on the bathroom walls. Spit dribbled down your chin as you pulled back, replacing your lips with your hand. You grab the base, teasing the tip with your tongue as you pump your fist over him.
You took him again, taking every inch into your mouth and bobbing your head, sucking him like a lollipop. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking what you could and jerking off what didn’t fit into your mouth.
“J-Jagi, Jagi—” Minho couldn’t help but rut against you, you could tell his was getting close.
You moaned around his cock, sending soft vibrations through his body that made his eyes roll back. You were getting impatient, you wanted to taste him. Minho’s back arched, his head thumping against the wall as thighs shook and he came into your mouth. He shuttered as you pulled away with a quiet pop, catching your breath as Minho does the same.
“Shit, Jagi… You’re incredible.” His head lulls forward, and he smiles at you as you remain kneeling between his legs.
“Come on.” You start to clean him up as best you can before he tucks himself back into his pants. “Let’s go.”
You move to leave but he grabs your arm, “Hang on.” He pulls you to sit in his lap. “Jagi… You expect me to go back out to that party and act like nothing happened?”
“I didn’t say we were going back to the party.” You lean in, close to his ear, “I said we were leaving.”
A shiver ran up his spine and he was quick to follow you out of the bathroom.
₊🕸️₊˚ Changbin ˚₊ 🕸️⋆
Warnings ₊˚⋆ reader is shorter than changbin, reader sews, dom!reader, sub!binnie, first time with these dynamics, oral (m. receiving), forced orgasms, multiple orgasms wc: 1.1k+
“You ready to go, Bunny?” Changbin raps gently on the door.
“You can come in, love. I’m almost done.” Your voice is muffled by the door.
Changbin twists the handle, and pushes into the room. Red is the first thing that catches his eye, followed by the red fabric hugging every curve of your body.
“Bunny…” He says, trailing his eyes up your form.
The deadpool costume you’d sewn fit like a glove, red with black detailing and accessories. You turned from the vanity mirror, smiling over your shoulder at him, “You look amazing, love.”
You’d made Changbin a Wolverine costume, minus the head piece because it was impractical—and ridiculous—and he fit the image perfectly. His muscles filling out the suit, not to mention he was close to Wolverine's comic arcuate height—a joke he’d made a few times since you’d both settled on these costumes for Halloween.
“You look amazing too, red’s really your color.”
You clip on the belt you were holding, then walk over to Changbin. You adjust a few parts of his outfit, pressing a crease there, a fold here, “I was worried the yellow would wash you out but I think the color I picked compliments your skintone really well.”
Changbin wasn’t used to looking up at you. You’d donned some heeled combat boots that took you a few inches above his stature. He couldn’t deny—he liked the view.
“You look beyond sexy, bunny.” He rests one hand on your hip, running his thumb over the textured fabric clinging to your skin.
“Thank you, baby.” You place your smaller hand over his. “It’s so weird looking down at you like this.”
“It’s honestly really hot.” He admits.
“Really?” You look at him in surprise. “You like me being taller than you?”
“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love how short you are. This is just unique for us.”
“How much do you like it?” You ask, taking a step closer to him.
“So much…” He couldn’t tear his eyes away, taking in the skin tight suit—the way it accentuated every curve.
“Lay down.” You say, using a more commanding voice than you knew you had.
“Huh?” Changbin looks back up, meeting your eyes.
“Lay down, Binnie.” You cock your head towards the bed behind him.
He didn’t ask again, backing up until his knees hit the mattress. He pushed himself up on the bed, watching as you crawled up after him—straddling his waist. His hands find your hips but you push them away, pinning them above his head.
“No touching, yet.” You say, and when you pulled away, he kept them there.
You leaned in to kiss him, thankful you hadn’t put on the red lipstick you were planning to wear—though he would look ridiculously sexy covered in kiss marks. That was an idea for later.
Changbin was tempted to move his hands, wanting to pull you closer, but he didn’t.
“You gonna be good for me, baby boy?” You mutter against his lips.
He shuttered at the nickname, this was a side of you he’d never seen—and it was insanely sexy. He nods, humming in agreement and you begin to trail your hands down his body, stopping at the waistband of his pants.
“I’m so glad you made this a two piece.” Changbin groans as you undo his belt.
“That’s me, always thinking ahead.” You undo the zipper, pulling his pants down and tossing them unceremoniously to the side.
You pull down his underwear, his half-hard cock springing free. You bite your lift, tilting your head as you take in his prone form. Arms above his head, hair rumbled, cock leaking. You lean down, pressing kisses to his thighs as you slowly stroke him up and down. He lets out a strangled whine, fingers gripping the comforter under him. You nip at his inner thigh and he bucks his hips into your hand.
“You ready, baby?”
“Yes—please, fuck.” He groans.
You press an open-mouthes kiss to his shaft, right along the vein that runs up his length. You follow the length of it up his cock with your tongue, teasing the tip as she shutters under you.
As you take him into your mouth, you see one of his arms twitching, you knew what he wanted to do—he wanted to tangle his finger in your hair and shove you down on his cock—but he was hesitating. You smiled around him, reaching up to give him something to hold onto, your fingers intertwining. You relax your throat, humming around his length as you take more of him into your mouth.
“Fuck!” He groans, hips bucking against your mouth. “B-bunny—fuck—you’re so good at that. Ugh, fuck!”
He was already feeling fucked out at the feeling of your mouth, the wet heat pushing any coherent though out of his head—you had him losing his mind without even trying.
“Please… Please, bunny—ngh—I can’t… Fuck! Please, ‘m gonna cum…” He grunts, words slurring together.
His cock was stretching your throat, filling it with his salty release. You gag softly, but that just had him moaning louder, voice echoing in your bedroom. You pull back, parting your lips to show him his release still coating your tongue. You made a show of swallowing it and Changbin groaned at the sight, squeezing your still connected hands.
But you weren’t done yet.
Your mouth closes around his softening cock just as quickly as it left, the sound he lets out in something between a sob and a moan. He was really shaking now, knuckles white as he gripped the sheets under his head. You couldn’t sorn you saw a tear run down the side of his face.
“B-B-Bunny, I can’t—shit—I can’t do it again…Gah!” He wails, but he doesn't pull away.
His own body betrays him, cock hardening again inside your mouth as it leaks down your throat. You stay on him, suckling on the top gently before pushing down again.
His third orgasm tears through him quickly, sobbing your name. You slide off him, cleaning what remains off his cock.
You can’t help but smile at the sight before you, tear stains down his face, flushed and sweaty. You press gentle kisses up his body on any exposed skin until you were hovering over his lips. His eyes blink open, wearily meeting yours—hazy and glazed over. He leans up just enough for your lips to meet, sweet and gentle—a contrast to what you just did to him.
You pull away and Changbin groans, “...Fuck.”
“Yeah?” You grin down at him, eyes sparkling.
“Mhm.” He nods, licking his lips. “Fuck.”
You giggled, nuzzling into him. After that, you both knew your bedroom dynamic would have to be discussed. There was no way either of you could go back to how things were before.
₊🕸️₊˚ Hyunjin ˚₊ 🕸️⋆
Warnings ₊˚⋆ friends to lovers, reader sings/performs, i haven't written anything like this before so i hope you don't hate it lol, love confession, kissing, first time together, oral (f. receiving), p in v, protected sex, cuddling, aftercare, i think that's it wc: 3.2k+ (i went a little overboard lol) song referenced: Tales of Luria by Sail North (highly recommend if you like sea shanties or pirate themed music)
You were a server at a local pub and every halloween they had a different costume theme for their staff. You loved this tradition because it gave you an excuse to mess around with patrons and dress up at work.
The week of, you and Hyunjin were having your usual Sunday movie night.
“So, what’s the theme this year?” Hyunjin asks as you flop onto the couch, remote in hand.
You lean against him, turning on the TV, “Pirates.”
“Ooo, I like it.” He grins down at you.
You flip through your movie options for a few moments before continuing, “And my manager may have talked me into performing a little this year.”
“Wait really! Like you’re gonna sing?” Hyunjin’s face lights up.
You groan, giving him a cheeky smile, “Don’t make me change my mind now.”
“Maybe I’ll bring the guys by then. Don’t want to miss the show.”
“Oh god, don’t tell me that.” You cringe, pressing your face into your hands.
“Don’t sell yourself short, Y/N.” Hyunjin squeezes your shoulders.
“I’m not… I just…” You bite your lip, sighing, “You guys are actual—professional performers. It’s kinda intimidating.”
“Hey, your voice is beautiful and I can’t wait to see what you end up doing.”
The night of Halloween, you arrive to work around 7PM, dressed to the nines. They’d given you a slightly shorter shift because of the performance. Jun, the bartender, grins as you walk in the door and take off your overcoat.
“Well, well, well.” He sets down the glass he was cleaning to lean against the bar. Jun was dressed up too, black bandana, earrings, dark eyeliner, and an outfit to match. “Our siren arrives.”
You roll your eyes, giving him a playful wave before walking back into the kitchen. Your boots clicked on the floor as you walked to your locker, putting away your bag and jacket. You turn, jumping slightly when a fellow server appears in front of you.
“God, Dani, don’t do that.” You say, hand to your heart as you huff a laugh.
“Sorry, I’m just anxious to hear what you’ve got planned for tonight. The one people who know are the band and Jun and he won’t spill.”
“And neither will I.” You grin, brushing past her to grab your apron. You were a little sad to cover up the elaborate chains and belts you’d put on but you knew they’d be on full display later. “You’re just going to have to wait and see like everyone else.”
“Oh, come on. Please!” Dani whines, batting her long eyelashes at you.
“Don’t make me change my mind.” You snap, though it was still lighthearted.
“Just tell me what you’re going to sing.” She pokes out her lip.
You sigh, “A sea shanty.”
“Y/N!” She groans, “That much was obvious.”
“That’s all you’re getting.” You chuckle, walking over to the POS system and clocking in.
“You’re no fun.” She groans, reaching around you to grab her notepad.
You were about to retort, you were literally going to go dancing on tables later tonight, but your hostess poked her head into the kitchen. “Y/N, you’ve got an 8-top.” Haneul smiled apologetically.
“Shit.” You groan, grabbing your note pad and slipping past Dani—and sticking your tongue out at her—before walking out into the pub.
Hyunjin wasn’t the only one in costume when they arrived at the pub. Excluding the staff, there were a handful of other patrons that had dressed up. Some were on theme, pirates or wenches, he even spotted a mermaid in the corner, others not so much.
“Told you I wouldn’t stand out.” Hyunjin elbows Seungmin playfully.
“Yeah, yeah.” He waves Hyunjin off.
Chan had already made his way to the hostess stand, asking for a table for eight. Hyunjin knew they had one booth that would fit all of them and he was crossing his fingers it was in Y/N’s section.
“Hey, Hyunjin.” Haneul says as he gathers eight menus, “Here for the show?”
“Wouldn’t miss it.” Hyunjin grins.
She led them to the large booth in the back, setting out the menus as they took their seats.
“Y/N will be out in a few.” She smiles.
“Thanks, Haneul.” Hyunjin waves as she heads towards the kitchen.
You look out at your section and meet Hyunjin’s eye instantly. You grin, seeing the rest of his members piled into your biggest booth in the corner of the pub.
“Good evening, gentlemen.” You greet, smiling at the eight men you’d grown to close to recently.
“Hey, Y/N.” Chan smiles, “How’s your night going?”
“Not too bad. I’m glad to see you guys.” You shoot a playful glare at Hyunjin before returning your attention to the others.
“They asked to come!” Hyunjin held up his hands in surrender.
“Mhm.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. “So, can I start you guys with any drinks? We’ve got our usual beers on tap as well as a halloween cider and cocktail if you’re interested.”
You took their order, Felix taking you up on the cocktail after hearing it had whiskey in it, and make your way back to the bar.
“How are the boys?” Jun asks, taking the order from you. “Did they come see you?”
“Hyunjin brought them to the show.”
“Ah.” Jun nods, starting on their drinks. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes and no.” You shrug. “It’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this but I also miss it.”
You made yourself busy with side work until their drinks were ready. You dropped them off, only letting them hold you there for a few minutes longer than you should’ve before you had to greet another table.
The night flew by and it was ten before you knew it. You had traded your tables off with Dani, though Hyunjin and the boys had finished a while ago and were just drinking and hanging around before the show, so you could go get ready.
Hyunjin watched you step out from the kitchen, adjusting a mic clipped to your top and tucked into your belt. You catch his eye, winking before you step out onto the floor.
Your lilting voice filled the pub, “There once was a man from Fisherman's Cove, with a wee little clann to feed. He'd cast all night, la di da di da, but his line went down too deep.” The drummer started hitting the bass, keeping the beat with you. “When the morning broke and the tide rolled in, they saw his boat and wept. For all was left, la di da di da, was a pole and a fisherman's net.” A fiddle kicks in and a few of their vocalists join in from the stage. “Heave ho! Bully boys row! The siren's comin' for ye. She stole the treasure from my chest, and dove into the sea.”
You hold out your hand and Jun helps you step up onto a stool at the bar then onto the bar itself, “There once was a bloke from Blaggard's Bluff, a drunken fool was he. He'd stay out late, la di da di da, to fill his cup with mead.” Jun hands you a mug of beer and you lift it into the air, a few of the regular patrons, as well as the boys who still had drinks, lift their cups to cheer with you. “Stumbling along on a moonless night, a voice did catch his ear. It lured him in, la di da di da, and snatched him from the pier.”
You take a sip from the mug, it was just water, before setting it down on the bar and hopping down. Your boot heels click on the floor as you move between the tables, “Heave ho! Bully boys go! The melody haunts my dreams. She sings her song, and reels in every sailor to the deep.”
You climb up onto an empty chair, leaning on your knee as though you were regailing a story, “There once was a king from Iron Shoal, who bent every knee to his will. With an unjust sword, la di da di da, he feared no blood to spill. He set his sights across the sea, to conquer a distant land. But on his way he heard ‘La di da di da’ and never reached the sand.”
You can help but smile as the patrons start to clap and stomp their feet to the beat. “Heave ho! Bully boys row! The siren's comin' for ye. She stole the treasure from my chest, and dove into the sea.” You stomp your foot to the beat, dancing around the tables. You turn to your left and you’re met with Hyunjin, holding his hand out to you. You grin, taking it. He pulls you in, guiding you through the pub and spinning you around expertly. You’d danced with Hyunjin before, at one function or another, but this was new. You almost felt more relaxed, letting him take the lead. People cheered when he dipped you down and you couldn’t help but giggle. As your cue was coming up, you stepped back and curtsied to him—he bowed in return.
The song picked up again, “Heave ho! Bully boys row! The siren's comin' for ye. She stole the treasure from my chest, and dove into the sea.” You weave your way through the room, moving towards the stage. “Heave ho! Bully boys go! The melody haunts my dreams. She sings her song, and reels in every sailor to the deep.”
The music quiets, only the piano accompanying you as you finish the song, “Legend tells she's still abroad, beware the voice at sea. For if the waves sing "la di da di da" she might be comin' for ye.” The pub erupts in cheers and you take a bow, smiling ear to ear before you disappear back into the kitchen.
You didn’t get off until 1AM so the boys had left earlier, except for Hyunjin who stuck around to walk you home. The night air was crisp but not comfortably cold. You were thankful you’d chosen to wear a long coat because your legs would’ve been freezing.
“You were amazing.” He says, for the fourth time that night.
You laugh, “Thank you, Hyunjin. Oh, I forgot to say. Your costume is great.”
“Thanks.” He smiles, looking down at his feet as he twists one of the many rings on his fingers.
You walked in silence for a while, the wind whistling in your ears as the almost full moon lights your path.
The streets weren’t empty, it being Halloween, not that they would be on any other night. People in and out of costumes walking around and laughing with their friends, some seemingly drunker than others. While you and Hyunjin were waiting to cross at a stop light, you notices the pair standing across from you. They were dressed like Jack and Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas. It was cute, seeing them holding hands and laughing about something.
You couldn’t help but watch as you passed them on the road, slight longing in your expression.
“Y/N!”
Someone gripped your arm and pulled out of the road. Your cheek went flush against Hyunjin’s chest as you felt someone on a motorcycle whizz past you at such a speed you felt your hair lift. You stood there for a moment, Hyunjin’s heartbeat matching your own in pace. You looked up at him and he loosened his grip, “S-sorry.”
“No, it’s okay.” You smile, somewhat awkwardly. “Thank you.”
“What an asshole…” He chuckles darkly.
“Yeah…” You nod, “Should we uh…”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
You both start towards your apartment again. As you walked, your hands kept brushing each other, rings clinking against one another. Neither of you acknowledged it, even when you let your hand slip into his. He held it, hand cupping yours. It was surprisingly warm, sending goosebumps up your arm.
You lead him inside your apartment building, still holding his hand until you go to your door when you finally let go.
You turn towards him finally, “Thanks for walking me back.”
“Yeah… of course.” He nods.
“I—uh… Thanks for coming tonight. I know I kinda joked about not wanting you there but… It really meant a lot. And I…”
He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow as he waited for you to continue. God, were you really going to do this now?
Fuck it.
“I just… you’re always there when I need it, big or small. And that means a lot, especially since you’re so busy with work and your own stuff. I know we haven;t been friends for that long so I really appreciate how much time you make for me and I hope you feel the same from me. I try to do what I can and be there for you the way you are for me, even if I kinda suck at his sometimes but—”
You’re interrupted by the feeling of something soft against your lips. Your eyes go wide for a second before fluttering closed. You let Hyunjin guide your awkwardly floating hand to his neck, taking the other in his. It was quick and sweet, but full of so much emotion you couldn’t even begin to describe.
He pulls back, resting his forehead against yours, “Please tell me that was going where I think it was going and I didn’t just fuck it up?”
You chuckle, “I’m really bad at this aren’t I?”
“Eh, I would’ve been just as bad.” He pulls back, smiling at you with love in his eyes.
“So… what do we do now?” You ask, laughing again.
“I mean… I could ask you to be my girlfriend or I can ask you if—” “The first one.”
He stops, staring down at you, obviously trying not to laugh. “Y/N… Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Yes!” You give him a cheeky grin.
He rolls his eyes playfully, “Come here, you.”
He pulls you in by the waist, kissing you again. His lips fit with yours like a puzzle piece, like it’s where they were meant to be. The faintest traces of alcohol on his tongue as it tangled with yours. You brought your hand up to cup his face, running your thumb over his cheekbone.
“Stay over.” You mumble between kisses.
“Now?”
“Mhm…” You reach back, opening your door and pulling Hyunjin in will you. “Right now.”
It took longer than you would’ve liked to get your costume off, with the layers of chains and belts and the corset you’d strapped yourself into. But once you were free, Hyunjin didn’t waste any time pulling you into bed. You were both naked, though your respective makeup remained, and it only turned you on more—seeing the dark eyeliner as Hyunjin’s moonlit face.
He presses a searing kiss to your lips, hands wandering your body—along her hips and up your sides. His fingers find your nipples and you squeak into his mouth, making him grin against your lips.
“Darling.” He breathes, pulling back just barely, “Can I taste you?”
You nod, licking your lips, “Please.”
He trails his plump lips down to your jaw, across your neck and between your breasts. You shiver as he reaches below your stomach, moving to the side and kissing down your thighs. He pushes your legs apart—lightly squeezing your thighs. He kisses back up, his lips brushing sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You gnaw on your lip, watching him take his time between your legs.
His tongue pushes deep, greedy, like he’s been starved and this was his only meal in weeks. He groans against you, low and yearning, the sound vibrating through your cunt as he drags his tongue up and down. His hands are firm, holding your thighs wide apart.
“Fuck.” You gasp, fingers tangling in his silky locks, pulling lightly. Hyunjin only moans in response, pushing his face deeper.
His nose nudges your clit, subtle, but it was enough to make you jolt. You feel him smirk against you before moving up and latching his lips around it—he sucked so hard your eyes rolled back.
“You taste…” He mumbles. “So fucking good… Can I make you cum? Please, baby?”
You don’t get a chance to answer before he dives back in, tongue relentless between your lips, the wet sounds filling the room. You can’t help but buck your hips against his face, fingers tightening in his hair as you gripped the sheets with the other. Every lick and suck pushes you closer to the edge, your legs shaking as he kept them apart.
“J-Jinnie… ‘m close.” You whine.
Hyunjin doesn’t answer, simply moving back up to suck your clit into his mouth again. You moan loudly, eyes rolling back.
“Please, baby—” You cut yourself off, breath hitching as your climax washes over you.
Hyujin continues to lap at your lips, like he couldn’t get enough of the taste. You start to squirm, overstimulation settling in. He sits back, lips and chin glistening with your juices. He was a sight.
You looked blissed out, cheeks flushed and sweat shining on your skin. Hyunjin licks his lips before crawling back up your body, leaving affectionate kisses across your skin before hovering over your face.
“You’re amazing.” He smiles, kissing your cheek. “Do you need to stop?”
You shake your head, “No, I want you… Please, Jinnie.”
“Condoms?” He asks.
“Uh…l-left side drawer.” You gesture to the bedside table.
He reaches over, pulls one from the box inside and closes it again. He rips his open with his teeth, rolling it over his hard length. He positions himself in front of you, teasing his tip between your wet folds.
“Please baby, I need you…” You whine, gripping his arm—nails digging into his skin.
He slowly slides in and your jaw drops in a silent scream, feeling him bottom out inside you.
“Shit—” Hyunjin groans, feeling you squeezing around him.
He pulls out half way, then pushes back in, starting slow. Moans are pulled out of you as he speeds up, gradually increasing his pace. You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck as he buries himself inside you. Your fingers tangle in his hair and he presses hot kisses along your neck.
“J-Jinnie… Jinnie, fuck—” You babble, back arching away from the bed when he hits that sensitive spot again and again.
“‘m close too, beautiful.”
Your breath hitches as he picks up his pace, pushing you over the edge as your orgasm shoots through you. Hyunjin was close behind, spilling into the condom with the sexiest groan you’d ever heard, and slumping forward. You stayed connected for a while, running your fingers through his slightly damp hair as your breathing steadies.
Hyunjin pulls out, both of you shuddering at the sensation, and slides off the bed. He walks on slightly shaky legs, throwing away the condom and coming back with a warm washcloth. He cleans you up, tossing the cloth away and pulling on his boxers before crawling back into bed with you.
He pulls you to his chest, arm crossing your chest and kissing behind your ear while whispering sweet praises.
“You’re amazing.” He mumbles.
“This was so perfect.” You turn, looking up at him for a few seconds. He was still a little sweaty, smudged makeup still on his face—a problem for the morning—looking down at you with adoration in his eyes. “You’re perfect.”
You fell asleep together, utterly satisfied with how the night had ended. Halloween would be a fond night to look back on from that point on.
i had so much fun writing this and i hope you enjoyed reading them. let me know what you think and, as always, requests are open <3