âthe brat is climbing me like a tree. this is not how i would like my heir to act.â
the scene was in fact cute. your grumpy-faced, 7 foot husband, dressed in only grey sweatpants with your slobbering 1 year old daughter climbing up & over his shoulder.
âit is getting its spit on me.â
âryo she barely has teeth.â
âi donât care.â
you could only sigh with a little smile, your heart warm with the knowledge of knowing he still loved his daughter.
your daughter made happy noises, signaling she was enjoying her time using her dad as a jungle gym. sukuna raised his arm to pry her from him until your voice interjected, âsukuna sheâs happy right now, donât bother her.â
he looked at you before sighing and putting his hands down. âtch. this brat.â
âcorrection, your daughter.â
sukuna rolled his eyes, but not before you could catch the tiniest glimpse of a smile on his face. âyes, yes whatever.â
your daughter crawled by his right shoulder, before grabbing onto sukunaâs pink locks as handles to get on his head. which she did succeed in; plopping on his head with a small sigh.
you couldnât help but let out a small squeal at her strength. âryo, you guys look so cute!â sukuna scoffed, âwoman i am not cute. i am scary.â you laughed at his words, not taking him seriously. âsure you are.â
you reached your hands out to grab the child from his head before being stopped by his voice.
tips for writing better smut? from writer to writer .... also i've thinking about getting into more kinkier/darker smut topics but i dont know where to start </3
show don't tell where needed, focus on tension and emotions even if it's just a short drabble, and build your characters and their dynamics from the ground up. nothing takes me out of a smut scene more than a discrepancy between the character's behavior during sex and the rest of the fic. even if it's all smut, if someone suddenly gets rrly degrading or smth with zero preamble there's too much dissonance. everyone's behavior needs motive. don't (just) state someone's a dom or a sub or what kinks they're into, show the audience how they behave & why through their actions, words, feelings etc. don't give everything to the reader by explaining it. leave some up for interpretation and trust them to understand.
ofc smut is fictional and therefore not realistic, but there's a fine line between good smut and smut that's too unrealistic or straight up physically impossible. if you're writing a scene with multiple characters you have to be mindful of positioning. watching porn can help w visualization :))
writing dark fic and hard kinks is like writing anything else imo, the same things apply. i write a lot of short scenes because i enjoy the challenge of exploring characters and their dynamics within a limited word count & (hopefully) evoking certain feelings. getting into the psychology behind someone's actions and behavior. for example this short character study exploring the idea of chan w a free use kink. when i write a smut scene i keep things like these in mind even if i don't always write everything out.
and sometimes you js want to write something smutty without putting too much thought into it... and that's fine too :))
everyone has their own preferences when it comes to what they'd consider 'good' smut, but the most important thing is that you have fun writing it <33
THINKING ABOUT... FWB!CHAN WHO WANTS MORE THAN THIS?
chan had you in the meanest mating press. your legs were pressed up to your tits, your pussy on display, your tears rolling down your temples, forming wet spots on the pillow beneath your head. the combined moans and grunts filled the room, and the smell of sex protruded its way into both your nostrils.
"y'look so pretty for me princess. crying cause' it feels so good, yeah?" he breathed, removing a hand from your leg to pad away your tears. "m-mhm- fuck! yes- feels s'good.."
he kissed your ankles and picked up his pace of drilling into your sopping pussy. chan had made you cum more times than you could countâbrain going all mushy after your third orgasm. your cunt was so slick, it was practically speaking it's own language; which chan did mock you for.. "so full of cum.. like she's talking to meâdon't you think y/n?"
oh you were gone. eyes rolled back, unfiltered, open-mouthed moans spewing from your tongue by the second. "hah-s'good..s'good channie- don't stop!"
chan's eyes glanced at where his dick plummeted into your womb. with every thrust of his cock, a string of cum strung with it. plap! plap! plap! "shiiiittt baby.. you're so gorgeous. gonna have to- shit! fuck a baby into you! make you all mine forever.."
weird.. you thought. sure he pumps you full of his cum all the time, but this was way different. chan snaked his hand down to your pulsing clit, making controlled figure eights on it. your hips twitched at the double stimiulation, and you clenched hard on his dick.
chan changed his angle & threw your legs over his big shouldersâmaking his cock hit your g-spot spot on. you screamed his name, clutching onto his shoulder blades. "chan! fucking hell- r-right there.. don't move-" with how hard your fingers were digging into his blades, you were drawing blood. "mm.. babygirl you're marking me up.." chan's tone was mocking, condescending even.
your fingers laced through his locks, pushing him down to meet your lips. the kiss was full of mashing teeth, condensing moans, and tongues fighting for dominance. you didn't want to breathe unless it was him you were breathing in. every inch of him. every inch of you. you belonged to each other.
friends with benefits.
that's what you both agreed toâbut that didn't mean you couldn't fuck anybody else.
you just didn't want to.
this wasn't just a quick fuck, it was a connection of belonging.
your saliva intermingled with his, and left a string on your cheek. chan's tongue was deep in your mouth, and was claiming every fucking inch of it. it was vice versa for you aswell. he pulled up for air and demanded, "open f'me."
you obeyed, and opened your mouth. a glob of spit dripped into your mouth & onto your tongue. he had a nasty grin on his faceâyet you were eating it up. "swallow baby."
chan's veiny finger ran over your swollen lip only after you swallowed his spit. "good girl." his hand moved down to twist and pinch at your hardened nipples, making you mewl out a meek, "shit- too good.!" your sweaty bodies moves in perfect rhythm, both your minds overfilling with complete ecstasy.
your velvety walls started to clench and stutter around his cock. "shit- channie i'm close! don't stop!" his hands fell back to your legs, shoving his hips into yours harder and faster. the accelerated sound of skin slapping numbed out your ears, putting your focus on your incoming orgasm.
maybe your 6th of the night? maybe 5th? who fucking knows. chan quickly placed a hand back on your clit, rubbing it fastly, making you tremor in anticipation. before you knew itâyou were cumming. hard.
a sudden gush of release spurted out, covering his lower half and sheets. "fuck! chanchanchanchan- mmh!" you chanted his name like a mantra. his thrusts were becoming more sloppy and less disiciplinedâhe was close. "m'gonna cum princess- fill you up so good. so good, it takes-" soon after, he came. his load was hot, heavy, and overwhelming. you could feel every inch of it decorate your insidesâevery. single. inch.
the only audible thing was the heavy breathing of you & chan. he had pulled out with faint hiss falling from his lips., manuevering his way next to you. a silence casted over the room, feeding into his thoughts more. why did he want you as more than a benefit? as a girlfriend?
"y/n, i don't know why i feel this wayâand i know we agreed to have no strings attached, but i can't help but feel something." chan confessed, voice shaky. your breath hitched & your heart rate picked up at his words. you turned your face towards his, looking into his eyes for any sort of explanation. "chan what are you saying?"
chan turned his face towards you too, before taking a deep breath. "i'm saying i don't want to be friends with benefits. i want to take you out on dates, spoil you, show you off, everything. i want to be in a relationship with you. i just hope you feel the same, and aren't talking to another guyâbecause i'm serious about this, hell, i'm serious about you." he spoke with a dying sense of desperation, like if he didn't speak now, he'd explode.
you were speechless at his confessionâthough you never denied it. you felt that way too. "chan.. i feel the same way too. i was just scared that you'd only view me as a woman you fuck for fun, so i never spoke up." you breathed, keeping your eye contact.
you continued, "i want to go on dates with you, see the world with you, love you unconditionally, all of it." chan's eyes widened at your words, and a tender smile decorated his face. "well, if you allow me, i'd like to take you on a date this wednesday, to that fancy restaurant in busan."
you moved your hand to cup his cheek, "i'd love to channie."
"it's a date then."
"yeah," you kissed his lips softly, a sharp contrast to how you did during sex, before continuing: "it is."
UH OH.. LOOKS LIKE THE TABLES HAVE TURNED! â.á
the door barely opened before you pounced on him.
now, before you sound like a ravenous animal, you did have a reason.
he released the curlsâŠ. and the bare face.
yes.
christopher bahng. bangchan of straykids.
you did what any other woman would, jump on him before he could even take his shoes off. âbaby- woah! what are you-â chan caught you, and held you up by the backs of your thighs.
you kissed his face silly, before moving to his lips and kissing them until they were swollen. âwhatâs got you like this? so ravenous princess..â chan couldn't help but smile at your affection for him.
your voice was muffled by the thickness & warmth of his neck. "gonna climb you like a tree- never let go...look so good." his giggles filled your ears, and you noticed the red blush blooming on his neck and ears.
finally, you pulled back; "you just look so good channie." chan's eyes widened a bit at your words, "what? that's it?" your lips touched his once more before answering back, "yes! like have you seen yourself?? the bare face, the fresh, natural curls... the dimples?!"
honestly, forget STAY. you yourself could be a whole fanbase. "baby.. this is what you're all worked up about?" he laughed, setting you back down onto the floor, before taking off his shoes, grabbing your hand and leading you into the kitchen.
you sat yourself comfy on the countertop as chan filled the space between your legs. chanâs calloused hands held your chin, making your eyes meet his.
your lips parted at the touch, letting out the breath you donât even know you were holding. âsilent now princess? thought you were gonna climb me like a tree? what about that, hm?â
the heat rose to your cheeks as you tried to turn your face away, only to held in place by chanâs hand. âyou just- you canât- ugh.â you pouted at your own loss of words.
âcanât what baby?â chan kissed you while still holding onto your chin, holding you in place. both of your lips moved in a harmony only a harp could make. his breath mingled and mixed with yours.
chan pulled away, leaving his lips smiling against yours. "fuck STAY, you're the only fan i need." he breathed, lifting you from the counter & throwing you over his shoulder. your shirt lifted, putting your ass next to his cheek. "shit, only my shirt and panties? you were waiting for this." you could only nod; still speechless from the kiss.ââââââââââ
as he started walking, you couldn't help but let out a strangled whimper at the friction. it was causing your thighs chafe and put delicious movement on your cunt.
"can't even wait hm? so wet i can i smell it. just a desperate little princess are you?" chan whispered, patting your ass. he raised his hand, running it over your soaked panty. "ah- fuck channie.." chan laughed, "helpless little whore. m'gonna take care of you, don't worry."
uh oh, looks like the tables have turned. (not that you mind of course.)
pairing. potteryteacher!hyunjin x fem!reader genre. fluff wordcount. 1.4k warnings. kissing, cringe, very much expected plot.. ntm on me guys i'm rusty
riri's notes. so i disappeared from the writing communtity for awhile, but hopefully, i'm back! this is [secret member: the event], hosted by @mochaeia! thank you so much to @atetheluck for tagging me<3
( SYNOPSIS ) after spontaneously signing up for a beginners pottery class, you didn't expect much. until you saw the helplessly handsome teacher, hwang hyunjin. he's artistic and gentle, given the way he speaks and handles himself. as much as you hated to admit it, within the second class, you were anticipating the next one; and so was your heart. where the clay softens is a cliche romance oneshot.
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the studio smells like wet earth and heat, like something ancient and patient waiting to be shaped.
you hesitate just inside the doorway, fingers tightening around your bag strap. the wheel hums somewhere deeper in the room, low and steady, and for a second you wonder if youâve made a mistake. you signed up for this class on a whimâone of those late-night decisions fueled by restlessness and the need to feel real againâbut standing here now, surrounded by shelves of finished pottery and tools you donât know how to use, doubt creeps in fast.
youâre already half-turned to leave when someone speaks.
âyou can come in.â his voice is calm, unhurried, like he has all the time in the world.
you look up.
heâs standing near the front of the studio, sleeves rolled up, apron already dusted with clay. his hair is pulled back loosely, strands escaping around his face. thereâs something grounding about the way he standsâbalanced, relaxed, like he belongs here in a way you rarely feel like you belong anywhere.
âyouâre right on time,â he adds, smiling.
the smile isnât flashy. itâs soft. easy. you swallow and step fully inside. âsorry,â you say. âi didnât know where to-â âany wheel is fine,â he says gently. âweâll start in a few minutes.â
you nod and move toward the middle of the room, choosing a wheel that looks⊠neutral. safe. the stool is cool beneath you when you sit, and you place your bag at your feet, breathing in slowly. the smell is stronger now. clay. water. kiln heat. something about it settles deep in your chest.
âhi, everyone,â the man says once the rest of the class filters in. âiâm hyunjin.â âthis is an intro class,â he continues, hands resting lightly on a wheel. âso donât worry about being bad at this. honestly, being bad is kind of the point.â
a few people laugh. you smile without realizing it.
âpottery is slow,â hyunjin says. âif youâre rushing, youâll feel it immediately. the clay doesnât respond well to force.â he sits at a wheel to demonstrate, and the room quiets.
the wheel starts spinning, a low hum filling the space. he places a heavy lump of clay at the center, wets his hands, and presses down. the clay responds almost immediately, rising and smoothing beneath his palms.
you watch his hands more than the clay.
theyâre long, steady, confident in a way that isnât loud. every movement is intentional. patient. like heâs listening instead of commanding. âcentering is the hardest part,â he explains. âeverything else depends on it.â
you donât realize youâre holding your breath until he glances up. your eyes meet. for half a second, something flickers across his faceâsurprise, maybe. curiosity. then he smiles at you, smaller than before, and looks back down. your heart stutters like a middle school boy.
your turn is⊠interesting to say the least.
the moment you turn the wheel on, the clay wobbles violently. your hands hesitate, unsure how much pressure to apply, and the lump threatens to fly off entirely. âokay,â you mutter under your breath. âplease donât do this to me.â
it does not listen.
âhey,â hyunjin says quietly, appearing at your side. you jump a little. âsorry. i think i broke it.â he crouches next to you, close enough that you catch the faint scent of soap and something clean beneath the clay. âyou didnât break anything.â
âitâs fighting me,â you say, frustrated. âyouâre fighting it,â he replies gently. you blink. âi am?â he nods. âyour shoulders are tense.â you hadnât noticed until he said it. you exhale, dropping them slightly. âcan i?â he asks, gesturing to your hands. you hesitate, then nod. his hands settle over yours. warm. steady. grounding.
âeven pressure,â he murmurs. âdonât rush it.â
the clay slowly steadies beneath your palms. the wobble eases, the lump smoothing out until it spins cleanly, centered. you let out a small laugh. âoh.â hyunjin smiles. âthere you go.â for a moment, neither of you moves. then he pulls his hands away, standing. âyouâve got it from here.â
you nod, pulse racing. âthank you.â
âanytime.â
your hands feel colder without his.
by the end of the class, your fingers ache and your bowl is uneven, but it exists. solid. real. hyunjin lifts it carefully when he comes by. âthis is good.â you snort. âitâs lopsided.â âmost good things are,â he says, smiling. something about the way he says it stays with you. âsame time next week?â he asks as people start to clean up. âyeah,â you say without hesitation.
thursday nights become something you orbit around.
you arrive early without meaning to. you take the same wheel every time. hyunjin always greets you with that soft smile, asks how your weekâs been like he genuinely wants to know.
you learn how to wedge clay properly. how to pull walls without collapsing them. how to let go when something fails and start again.
he teaches patiently, never hovering, never disappearing completely. with you, he lingers just a little longer. âyouâre getting better,â he says one night, watching you center without help.
you grin. âdonât sound so surprised.â he laughs. âiâm not surprised. iâm proud.â the word hits you harder than it should.
you learn things about him in pieces.
that he started pottery during a burnout spiral and never stopped. that he likes teaching because it forces him to slow down. that his mind is loud, but his hands know how to quiet it.
âthis,â he says once, gesturing around the studio, âis the only place i donât feel rushed.â you understand that in your bones. you start noticing the small thingsâthe way he hums when glazing, the way he washes his hands before helping anyone, the way his eyes soften when you concentrate too hard. somewhere along the way, liking him stops being harmless.
the shift is subtle. itâs the way your heart jumps when he says your name. the way you find yourself watching him instead of your clay. the way the room feels warmer when heâs close.
one night, your piece collapses at the last second, walls folding inward.
you groan. âi was so close.â hyunjin crouches beside you. âhey. itâs okay.â âitâs not,â you say quietly. âi thought i finally had it.â he studies the slumped clay. âsometimes,â he says slowly, âcollapse is part of the process.â you glance at him. âthatâs very poetic.â he smiles a little. âi mean it. you can reshape it. or start over. nothingâs wasted.â you look at himâreally look at himâand something in your chest tightens.
âyouâre good at this,â you say.
âpottery?â
âpeople,â you correct.
his expression softens. âthat means a lot.â the silence stretches, heavier now. âhyunjin,â you start, then stop. âyeah?â you shake your head. ânothing.â
he watches you for a moment. âyou can ask me.â your heart pounds, âdo you ever feel like⊠if you take one step, everything changes?â he looks down at his hands, flexes them slowly. then he meets your eyes.
âyeah,â he says softly. âi do.â the air between you feels charged.
the storm happens two weeks later.
rain lashes against the windows, thunder rattling the shelves. the lights flicker once, twice, then go out completely. a few people gasp.
âitâs okay,â hyunjin says calmly. âeveryone stay where you are.â emergency lights click on, dim and orange. the room feels smaller. closer. most of the class leaves early. you stay, helping clean up, waiting out the rain. eventually, itâs just the two of you. âthank you for staying,â he says. âi hate cleaning alone.â you smile. âi donât mind.â
youâre wiping down a table when you feel his gaze. âwhat?â you ask. he hesitates. âiâve been wanting to ask you something.â your heart jumps. âokay.â âwould you like to get coffee with me?â he asks. âoutside of class.â relief and warmth flood your chest. âyeah,â you say softly. âi would.â
his smile is brighter than youâve ever seen it.
coffee turns into dinner. dinner turns into walks that last too long. he listens when you talk. really listens. remembers the small things. never rushes you. the first time he kisses you, itâs slow and careful, like heâs checking in with every inch of space between you.
âis this okay?â he whispers.
âyeah,â you breathe. âit is.â loving him feels like clayâmessy, grounding, shaped slowly with meaning.
you keep taking the class. you like being there together. like creating side by side. one night, you finish a bowl thatâs smooth and balanced, centered perfectly. hyunjin lifts it, eyes bright. âyou did this on your own.â
you grin. âguess i learned from the best.â he laughs, leaning down to kiss your temple. âiâm really glad you walked into this studio.â
âme too,â you say.
the wheel hums softly beside you, clay spinning under your hands.
and for the first time in a long time, you feel like youâve softened into exactly where youâre meant to be.
TROPE. , university! au , students to lovers , popular x nerd , nonidol! au
GENRE. , slow burn , fluff , suspense
WARNINGS. , teasing jokes , infuriating slow burn , accidental touches , nerd!seungmin & popular!reader , other skz members mentioned
WORDCOUNT. , 2.5k
SYNOPSIS. , joining westgate university as the effortlessly popular girl throws quiet, studious seungmin into chaos as he admires you from afar, never daring to believe someone like you would notice him, but shared classes and accidental moments slowly pull you closer together. he blushes easily, stumbles over his words, and struggles to hide his growing feelings while your teasing smiles and gentle attention catch him off guard. as the year goes on, lingering glances and subtle gestures build undeniable tension. behind the glasses of kim seungmin is a slow-burn university romance.
RIRI'S NOTES. , i'm overjoyed to be releasing this series! this is my 1k special, so thank you for 1,000 followers. it absolutely means the world to me that so many of you guys support me in my writing journey. i do apologize for only making each chapter short, but this is my first time doing anything like this so i wanted to keep it short. i hope that you still find happiness & entertainment in this series. also stay tuned for more! though, i might need some smau ideas.. i've been meaning to start on those but nothing has came to mind.
seungmin knew he had no chance with you. he was the guy that blended in to the library shelves, and you were the girl that was always smiling, making new friends, having your face on every school flyer, even being miss westgate for the last two years.
what would he ever have with you? you were simply a hallway crush, aka someone who heâd never talk to. it was inevitable not to look at you. your beautiful smile, your flowing hair & perfectly sculpted face.
you were out of a movie scene.
one of those movies; the classic 3 bullies, the nerd (him), and the popular girlâexcept you're not mean as they make them. infact, he found this out himself when he was staring at you on a random tuesday. "hey there, you daydreaming?" your voiceâgod- that sweet, syrupy voice of yours that made his palms sweat oceans. "oh- i- um, sorry.! just daydreaming...yeah."
he wanted to punch himself. possibly one of the only chances had talking to you; maybe even only a chance of you even interacting with him, he fucked it up.
"stuttering like an idiot, pft- get a life."
seungmin was still self-degrading while you were standing right infront of him; poor boy didn't even realize. well wasn't until you spoke up again, "still here y'knowâalso your self-evaluation isn't exactly that quiet." his head shot up & you were sure is neck could break at the speed he did it too. fumbling to push up his glasses before mumbling, "um- sorry! i d-do that alotâjust gets the best of me..heh."
now he wanted you to punch him. everytime he spoke, he never stutteredâso why now infront of the girl of his dreams? seungmin wanted to disappear off the face of the fucking earth. he almost could wish that the dusty school tiles could open up & swallow him whole. "lemme help you with those...umâsorry what's your name?" your hands gently found their way to his face, propping the flimsy, weak frames back onto the prominent bridge of his nose.
my name? she wants my name?!
"yeah- of courseâi mean, uh- seungmin. kim seungmin." you smiled & tested the name on your tongue. "seungmin.. i like that name."
âwell seungmin, iâll see you around.â you grinned at him once more. âyeah.. see you around..um?â
âitâs y/n.â
âyeah, see you around y/n.â as you turned and walked away, seungmin could feel his heart practically jumping out of his chest.
she knows your name.
later that night, seungmin laid in his bed, trying to go to sleep. key word; trying. he couldnât stop thinking about you. now obviously heâs thought of you before but never like this, he actually talked to you.
his heart rate sped up at the thought. yeah heâs definitely going to be dreaming about youâall night long. seungmin sighed and sat up in bed. if heâs not going to sleep anytime soon, he should atleast do some homework.
he got up and padded over to his desk, pulling the rolling chair out with a squeak. seungmin sat down & pulled out his math textbook.
okay equation one: y/n.
stupid⊠not y/n, math.
seungmin tried for over 30 minutes to do one single problem. âfuck, this isnât working..â he threw his head down onto the textbook in defeat, closed his eyes, only to be thinking about your face. again.
âiâm acting like a middle school boy now. seungmin just go to sleep, this isnât working.â he muttered to himself before slamming the textbook closed, and shuffling back into bed. math was already hard enough, with him being a marketing majorâso why did you have to make it harder?
seungmin mushed his face into the pillows & screamed. he didnât hate you, he just hated that he couldnât stop thinking about you. heâs getting his hopes up for something thatâs never going to happen. he knows it.
you plopped into your bed with a sigh. the day was exhaustingâthe constant anger of other girls, the long, boring lectures your professor gave, and the messiness of your dorm that you couldnât bring yourself to fix. but there was one little bright thing during your day:
seungmin.
that nerd whoâs always staring at you. now, youâre used to people staring at you, but this was different. he didnât stare; he admired.
seungmin admired you like the last flower on earth, like if he if didnât look at you, youâd wither. a smile broke through your face, and your felt the heat rush to your cheeks.
he was cute.
youâd noticed him before, but never actually spoke to him. seungmin had lived in the library all the timeâthe only time you were in the library was for a student council meeting.
his look was noticeable a mile away. his crooked glasses, messy black hair, hoodie that had your collegeâs logo on it, baggy jeans or sweatpants, and that scarf. that specially patterned scarf that he wore & took off in the hallways.
you didnât even realize yourself that you absentmindedly remembered what heâs always wearing. maybe youâve seen him more than you think.
you pulled out your old elementary diary; the one thatâs neon pink, fluffy, and had a childish voice entry lock on it. itâs been doing you good for years, never failed you. you unlocked it and flipped to your next empty page.
monday, december 15, 2026. y/nâs diary<3
dear diary, thereâs this boy thatâs on my mind now. i know itâs a bit childish to call it a crush, since iâm in uni now⊠but what else do i call it ? anyway, i've seen him around somethines & i've caught him staring at me alot in the hallways.. sometimes i think maybe something's wrong with my outfit but it's not like 'stare at my soul' type of lookâbut an admiring stare.. this is stupid. i don't even think we're the same major. i'm marketing and he's probably a science major or something. he's cute but i'd definitely get him laughed at, and that's a position i don't want to put him in. why jeopardize maybe a crush that could maybe see me outside of my popularity? i'm thinking too hard now, goodnight diary.
you fell asleep dreaming of him. of what this possibility mean, and maybe if you could talk to him more.
the next day, you walked in the hallway again, not really to get anything, but to see him. long behold, you saw him. in his exact position, with his scarf, and his glasses crooked; again.
âhey seungmin!â you smiled at him. his face was starting to flush again, and he meekly responded, âhi y/n. um- how are you?â you internally burst at the small talk you two were having. it was something.
âiâm doing great, you?â seungmin fixed his posture, and you could see that he was taller than you. not by a lot but, about a head taller. âi-iâm good.â
then, he took off his scarf and smiled. like a tiny little shy smile. you instantly felt like a little girl again, talking to your crush.
âi, uh, really like your scarf. iâve noticed its patterns are really nice.â your voice was kind of quiet, not like the voice you had when talking to everyone else. seungmin fixed his glasses and looked at you. âthank you.. itâs from a friend. they thought i would really like it since i get cold easily, and they got it for me last year for my birthday- i really liked it and- sorry, iâm rambling.â
he scratched the back of his neck with a glance that wasnât quite at you. god this boy was adorable. seungminâs glasses fell crooked again, and you couldnât help but fix them. your fingers brushed his face, and his face bloomed with redness and heat.
sheâs so beautiful.
you glanced at the clock on the wall and your heart sank a bit. time to go to class. âiâll see you around seungmin.â
seungminâs heart also fell at the loss of your touch. âokay, y/n. i-iâll see you around too.â
you sat down at the picnic table in the courtyard, you could only sigh before people hounded you. you could only think of the times when you were in kindergarten where you had no one hounding you. the time where you just wanted friends; but now you wanted the opposite.
your spirit was soon lifted by the sight of your best friend. ari. you two were inseparable since freshman year of uni, and everyone knew that. many girls tried, key word; tried to break up your friendship, but it never worked. honestly you both only made jokes about how stupid the reasons and rumors were. although youâve both decided that the best one was âariâs mom died so i donât think you guys should be friends.â
it was dumb, though a little offensive because she wasn't dead. âexcuse me everyone, please donât crowd her.â her voice cracked through your miserable thoughts as she placed a hand on your shoulder.
âhey y/nnie.â you pulled her hand down, making her sit down. âhey ari.â your mouth opened as if to speak until you stopped. you saw him. sitting at a table in the corner, with a friend. it was scenic; he was laughing, grinning ear to ear talking about whatever he was talking about.
your eyes were completely focused on seungminâuntil- âare you even listening y/n?â you whipped your head back at her, âi- yeah! what were saying?â you glanced at her with sorry eyes. ari followed your previous line of sight, to be met with seungmin. her tone was playful, "ooooo, someones caught your eye-" you slapped her arm lightly before she could finish. "shh! it's not like that.. i think." you muttered, leaning into her with a embrassed smile.
"let's get out of here, you need to tell me everything about him." ari said, pulling your arm up from the metal bench. you followed her all the way back to her to her dorm room. while walking out of the courtyard gate, you glanced back over to seungminâbut he was already looking at you. he smiled at you & you smiled back.
so beautiful. he thought.
you both made your way into the elevator and ari pressed 3. "so when did you meet him? how did you meet him- you have to tell me literally everything!" she kept rambling and shaking your shoulderâuntil the metal doors slid open, revealing two girls staring at you both like you were crazy. ari's voice immediately halted, and you just dragged her out the elevator, quietly apologizing to them. soon enough you reached ari's dorm door. she unlocked the door, and you both were met with the sight of her roommate, camila. she was sitting at her desk, blending in her bronzer. you can camila werenât close, but since you came over so often (with her permission), youâve gotten to know her.
"hey camila!" you cheered, walking over and hugging her, careful not to touch her unblended makeup. she hugged you back, "hey y/n, how've you been?" "i've been good, just a bit tired here and there.. you?" you questioned, seeing her continue blending. "the same here," camila looked at both of you before adding, "i'm almost done here, so i'll be out your way." ari's voice piped up before you could answer, "no need, i've just got interrogate someone here..." she said, looking at you with anticipation-filled eyes & a grin.
"ooooo, someone asked you out?" camila asked, swiveling towards the two of you. "no, just caught my eye or whatever.." you said, thinking about seungmin with an attempt supressing a smile. "yeah you have to tell me something when i get backâatleast his name! just so i can tell you if he's in my class or not." she said, smiling at you.
"i'll text you about him if i leave before you come back." you promised. "thank you!" camila squealed.
ari pulled you onto her bed, and turned towards you. "spill." you sighed at her excitement and told her everything that had happened over the last 48 hours.
"so his name is seungminâkim seungmin," you grinned to yourself at his name falling past your lips. "i pretty much walked up to him in the hallway because he was staring at me, and i thought he was kind of cute." ari nodded, signaling she was following along to the story. "i said hey and he started stuttering and push up his glasses. he's so cute & clumsy-" she cut you off with a giggle, "sounds like one of those classic movies of the nerd, the three bullies, and the cheerleader captain, don't you think?" "now that i think of it.. it really does." you agreed, a guttural laugh spilling out of you.
"anyway, then he started talking to himself, how he was 'stuttering like an idot and shit like that. i reminded him how he wasn't exactly silent and he apologizedâlike alot." ari laughed again, "are you sure isn't from a movie? like he wears glasses too!" you slapped her thigh playfully, "now you're really making me think to interrogate him.." you whispered, continuing back to your story. "then, i helped him fix his glasses, putting them back on his nose.." "so you're taking the flirty route already?! jesus you're gonna kill him." ari squealed, eyes wide.
"it was a nice deedâhell, i didn't think of it like that!" you defended yourself. "sure sure... i'll let you continue." ari muttered. "well after that i asked for his name, and that was it." she leaned into your face, searching for any look or twitch that would give away more information. "that's it. everything that's happened so far." you sighed, tiredness catching up to you. ari noticed your tired demeanor and helped you off her raised bed. "we'll talk more tomorrow, so you can get sleep and dress nice and pretty for seungmin tomorrow." she dragged out his name with a teasing tone. you tiredly giggled, hugging her before you left her dorm.
your head hit your pillow with a thump. you sighed, relaxing your entire body into your fluffy sheets. you reached over and picked up your diary again.
tuesday, december 16, 2026. y/n's diary<3
dear diary, i talked to him again. i complimented his scarf but then had to go to my english class. stupid clock. ari noticed i was staring at him in the courtyard and dragged me to her dorm. i told her how we met and that was it. i hope weâre in the same class, but highly doubt it. maybe iâll see him tomorrow again. with that same blonde-haired boy. i donât know, a girl can dream. goodnight diary.
a/n: sorry for the wait, i was so unmotivated to finish it but donât worry chapter two is coming early!! also sorry for it being short.
pairing. shy!black!fem!reader x bf!chan genre. fluff wordcount. 698 warnings. none
ririâs notes. happy black history month! yes guys iâm literally 15 days late but iâve been going thru crazy shit but here i ammmmđ€
( SYNOPSIS ) youâre quite the shy woman , but that doesnât stop channie from loving you . heâs a considerate man , and these are my headcannons for him if he were to be with a shy black woman !
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chan notices your shy personality first, before anyone else. the way you get quiet in bigger groups, how your fingers fidget with your rings or sleeves, how you smile but donât always speak up. he clocks it immediately, and never in a weird wayâjust in a âi see youâ way.
he never puts you on the spot, thatâs the biggest thing for him. if the members are being loud and chaotic, heâll subtly shift the energy so youâre not overstimulated. and he won't hesitate to pull you to sit beside him. anddddd, maybe his hand finds yours under the table so you have something grounding you.
you being shy makes chan softer, like noticeably softer. his voice drops a pitch when he talks to you, he leans closer so you donât have to raise your voice, sometimes heâll bend down slightly just to catch what youâre saying and go, âyeah? tell me more.â and you swear your heart is about to pound out your chest every time.
if you get flustered easily? oh babe heâs done for. absolutely gone. the first time he compliments you and you hide your face in your hands?? heâs grinning like an idiot. âwhy are you hiding? ugh youâre so cute, you know that?â and you just shake your head, mumbling something incoherent, and he gently pulls your hands down so he can see your face.
chan also uses his austrailian accent to his advantage. he knows that his accent makes you flustered, so of course, he's using it infront of his members.. felix pointed it out once at a group hangout. felix: chan why is your accent so strong all of a sudden? chan: no reason. he says it smug, as if you're not about to combust next to him.
chan is definitely protective, but in a calm way. he knows that people could use your shyness to their advantage. he knows that. if someone talks over you, heâll say, âwait, she was talking.â not aggressive, just firm. and suddenly everyoneâs quiet, looking at you. but heâs right there, smiling at you like you hung the moon, âgo on, baby.â
he loves when you cling to him in public without even realizing it. your hand hooking into his hoodie pocket or your fingers gripping his sleeve when youâre nervous. heâll glance down at you and rub his thumb over your knuckles like, âi got you.â
shy doesnât mean weak, and chan is aware of that. he sees the little sparks in youâthe side comments you whisper just to him, the dry humor that slips out when youâre comfortable, and he loves being the one you open up to fully. it makes him feel special and trusted.
but when itâs just the two of you? youâre way more talkative. and he teases you about it gently. âohhh, so you do talk.â with that little smirk. and you might shove his shoulder, embarrassed, but he just laughs and pulls you into his chest.
if you get nervous about your natural hair, your voice, or just your presence in generalâchan shuts that down immediately. not harshly, just steady. âdonât do that. youâre beautiful. exactly like this.â and he means it. heâll sit behind you during wash day, carefully helping part your hair, focused like itâs the most important job in the world. because to him, it is.
cuddles with him hit different because youâre smaller energy and heâs all warm and solid. he loves when you tuck your face into his chest. heâll kiss the top of your head and just hold you there, no rush, no pressure and, definitely without a care in the world.
the first time you initiate something? even something small like kissing him first? chan will freeze for half a second because he knows how shy you are. then he melts, completely, like a popsicle on a summer day.
he never forces you to be louder or bolder. he just builds a space where you can naturally become more confident. and when you do? when you speak up in front of the others or laugh without covering your mouth? heâs looking at you like heâs so proud he could cry.
han had been bad all day. having an attitude when you asks simple questions, ignoring you, not making you any food. so the only deserving punishment was a spanking.
you had him naked, laid over your lap, and desperate. you had edged him five times before this, so he was crying and begging. you leaned over to his ear and whispered, âshould of thought about this before you acted like a brat today baby.â
his tears hit the floor, âplease- please, iâm sorry, iâm so so sorry mommy, i wonât do it again! j-just please let me cum- please!â
you mocked his pleading with a laugh. you knew he wasnât getting off this easily. âthere, there..â you said condescendingly, âyou just have to count for me, and then iâll think about letting you cum. but beware, mess up or donât count, is one strike closer to being edged again, okay?â
han nodded frantically with his cock jumping towards to leg at the reward. âiâll be good- iâll count, promise you! t-thank you mommy-â
âdonât say thank you yet hanji, i havenât started.â
âr-right! sorry mommy.â
you raised your hand, and spanked his ass hard. he let out a yelp of pain before spewing out: âah! o-one!â han sniffled. you raised your hand again, smacking him a bit harder this time. âtwo!â
more tears hit the floor, and you kept going.
you had reached nine, before you looked over and saw a puddle of his tears, and a drip of snot dangling from his nose. âso nasty.. donât let it drip on my floor.. now, one more and youâre done; just donât mess it up. but first, clean up your snot.â
you had watched him move his hand, about to wipe it, before you spanked him as hard as you could. hanâs whole body jolted, and he sobbed once more, âten!â
his asscheeks were as red as a rose, and your hand prints marked them like a signature. you bent down to press a kiss to each cheek and patted them before sitting him upright.
âyâdid so well for mommy.. now you can get your reward.â you praised, grabbing a tissue and handing it to him to wipe his nose.
ât-thank you mommy! i love you- so much..â han mumbled.
you grabbed ahold of his painfully hard and leaking cock and gave it a few lazy strokes. he whimpered at the touch and arched his back against you. âmy babyâs so pent up, isnât he? wants to make a mess all over my hand..â
han jumbled his words, âyes- only for you⊠feels sâgood..â you worked your hand faster, and ran a finger over his slit. he twitched in your lap, and moaned loudly in your ear. it was almost embarrassing for how close he was already.
âmmm⊠mommy- iâm so- hah! close.. please let me cum! iâve been so good for you, please mommy!â han begged, eyes dazed, hips chasing your moving hand.
âyou can cum hanji.. just make a mess fâme..â once you gave him the green light, his cum spurted out like a geyser. it splatted on your hand, your sweatpants, it even made a plap! sound on the hardwood floor of your living room.
but it wasnât stopping. his hips twitched and his lips was clamped in between his teeth. hanâs eyes were rolled back and sweated decorated his forehead.
you kept stroking his cock, letting him ride out his high. when he came down from it, he looked at you. âthank you sâmuch mommy- i needed it.. iâm sorry for being a brat- it wonât happen again..â he kissed your lips, and burrowed his head into your neck.
