synopsis ; it was a small joke about chan's size, but now he has you on your knees, showing you exactly how wrong you are.
pairing(s) ; fwb!chan x f!reader
☆ ── wc. ; 0.9k
☆ ── genre ; smut, lowk uni!au
☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!, cussing, teasing, chan is kinda mean (pinches fingers sarcastically), oral (m. receiving), face fucking, hair pulling, cum eating, teasing, slight manhandling, a pinch of breath play, petnames (baby...), lmk if I missed anything!!
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It was just a normal Thursday, you sat with all of your friends in the university’s cafeteria, talking amongst yourselves. Your gaze would flicker over to the blonde male who sat across from you every so often, watching as he laughed at something Changbin had said. Until you felt a jab in your side, causing you to yelp, looking over at the culprit with a glare.
“You’re drooling.” Minho teased with a smirk, causing you to roll your eyes and grab your tea to take a drink. “So Chris, what happened to that extravagant sex life you talked about having?” At Minho’s question, you almost choked on your drink, caught off guard by the suddenness.
Chris turned from Changbin, looking over at his other friend, his eyes flickering to you quickly. He then noticed that everyone’s attention had turned to him, curious about his answer.
“You didn’t hear Minho? Poor Channie boy here hasn’t gotten some in a while.” Changbin laughed as he clapped Chris on the shoulder, causing the boy to glare at him.
“Aw, you poor thing.” Jeongin tried to give Chris a sympathetic look, only to end up bursting out laughing.
Chris sat there, flustered, as everyone around him joined in the laughter. His gaze then shifted to you as you covered your mouth to keep from giggling. Looking over, you met his eyes that were pleading with you to help him out.
A smirk pulled on your lips as you leaned on the table, looking between all of your friends before meeting Chris’s gaze once more. He knew that look, and it wasn’t a good one.
“It’s probably because his dick is too small,” You giggled as Chris’s eyes went wide, “all the girls run off once they realize he doesn’t have much to offer.” Your foot trailed up Chris’s calf from under the table, mischief gleaming in your eyes.
You knew very well that what you said wasn’t true; hell, he was far from it, but you just loved to press his buttons.
Chris’s eyes darkened as everyone around the two of you laughed and agreed with what you had said, teasing the boy even more. You just sat there taking a sip of your tea, fainting innocence, eyes meeting Chris’s, challenging him to do something as he grabbed a hold of your wandering foot.
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“You know, for someone who says I have a small dick, you sure do struggle to take it.” Chris berated you as he thrusted hard into your mouth. You gagged around him as he hit the back of your throat for the nth time, tears and mascara trailing down your flushed cheeks, meeting the drool that was spilling from the corner of your lips.
Chris chuckled darkly as he pushed all the way into your mouth, making you choke, your nose pressed flush against his pelvis bone, nails digging into his hips, eyes squeezing shut as you struggled to breathe. He stayed like that for a few moments before pulling back far enough for you to inhale deeply through your nose, more tears spilling from your eyes.
Your eyes flickered up to meet Chris’s as he started thrusting into your mouth again, his lip tucked between his teeth and his abdominal muscles taut. The sight before him only made him more smug; your pupils were blown wide, face flushed red, but painted beautifully with tears and drool as you gagged around him. It was the most lewd thing he’s ever seen, but the cherry on top was watching your struggle to keep up with his pace.
“Do you think you deserve this?” He tugged your hair, eliciting a muffled moan from you, the vibration making Chris shiver. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice about what you say.” A growl left his lip, the sound leaving you dripping in your panties.
The same process repeated, Chris would fuck your mouth hard before shoving his length down your throat, making you choke until you almost passed out before letting you breathe.
Chris could feel his high creeping up as he continued his harsh pace; the way your throat tightened around him more was pushing him closer to that edge. Even in your hazy state, you knew he was close by the way he was twitching uncontrollably in your mouth.
“I’m gonna— fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He groaned as his grip on your hair tightened while his pace grew unsteady. You hummed around him, pressing your tongue against him, and that was his tipping point.
He groaned loudly as he painted your throat white. He tugged on your hair, pulling out of your mouth with an audible pop. Pulling your head back, he glared down at you, his eyes dark, “Swallow.”
You whined but followed his instructions nonetheless, swallowing the bitter fluid before opening your mouth, showing him the proof.
With a sinister smirk, he pulled you to your feet with a tug of your hair, causing a loud cry to leave your lips. Chris let go of your hair to grab a hold of your face, pulling you closer to him.
“Now, are you still gonna say I have a small dick, or am I going to have to fuck you for you to finally realize?” He taunted you with an evil smirk, and you whined, hand wrapped around his wrist that was connected to your face.
“I don’t know, you might have to show me.” Your voice was hoarse from his earlier antics, but you just continued to press his buttons. If he was going to fuck you the same way he just fucked your throat, you knew you’d be on cloud nine.
A squeak left your lips as he threw you on the bed, before he crawled over you, trapping you underneath him. You went to grab him, but he was quick to gather your wrist in his hand, pinning them above your head.
“Don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you, baby,” He growled, face merely inches away from yours, “you’re in for a long night.”
Helloo! Hope you had a great weekend! I had a skz x s/o where maybe she tries to cook a Korean dish for the first time and maybe it goes wrong but they still find it endearing.
Also want to say hope you’re doing well! Spring is soo busy but remember to drink water and get some good rest! <3
pairing: Stray Kids x reader
warnings: reader being a bad cook, some fluff, established relationship, slice of live, this is literally me and my boyfriend
Funfact about me, I absolutely HATE Spring and Summer. I got allergies, pale skin, red hair and sweat like a BITCH so yea....I need my Autumn and Winter back...
The scent of toasted sesame oil filled the apartment, a comforting wave of warmth that you hoped would instantly wash away the exhaustion of Chan’s twelve-hour studio session. You stood by the stove, admiring your masterpiece. The japchae looked picture-perfect—glass noodles glistening, vibrant bell peppers and spinach tossed throughout, and tender strips of beef. You had spent the last two hours meticulously prepping every ingredient. You were absolutely bursting with pride.
When the digital lock on the front door beeped, your heart did a happy little flip.
"I'm home," Chan called out, his voice heavy with fatigue as he kicked off his shoes. He trudged into the kitchen, his shoulders slouched beneath his oversized hoodie, but the moment his eyes landed on you—and the beautifully set table—his entire face lit up.
"Tadaaa!" you beamed, hands clasped behind your back. "I made dinner."
Chan’s jaw dropped slightly, a soft, dimpled smile spreading across his face. "Wha—you did this for me? Sweetheart, you shouldn't have." He walked over, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. "It smells incredible. I'm actually starving."
"Sit, sit!" you urged, gently pushing him into a chair. You scooped a generous portion of the noodles into his bowl and handed him a pair of chopsticks, watching him with wide, expectant eyes.
Touched by your sweetness, Chan’s eyes softened. "Thank you, love. Let's eat."
He lifted a large tangle of noodles, blew on them slightly, and popped them into his mouth.
As he chewed, his internal gears ground to a screeching halt. The expected balance of sweet and savory never came. Instead, an absolute tidal wave of pure, unadulterated sodium hit his tastebuds. You had somehow managed to use a catastrophic amount of soy sauce. It tasted like a block of salt dissolved in the ocean.
Chan froze. His jaw locked mid-chew as his brain frantically calculated how to swallow the culinary weapon without gagging.
"How is it?" you asked, leaning forward on your elbows, practically vibrating with excitement. "Is it good? It's my first time making it!"
Chan looked up. He saw the pure joy radiating from your face, the hopeful sparkle in your eyes, and the sheer pride in your smile. His heart melted entirely. There is absolutely no way I can ruin this for her, he thought.
Forcing his throat to work, he swallowed the bite with superhuman effort. He didn't even wince. Instead, he forced a bright, breathtaking smile to his face and reached out to squeeze your hand.
"Oh Wow" Chan said, his voice entirely sincere despite the dehydration rapidly setting in. "This is amazing. Seriously, it's so good. I could eat this every day."
Your smile widened, a joyful flush creeping up your cheeks. "Really?thank god. Well luckily I made enough."
As you turned to grab a glass of water, Chan took a deep breath, steeling himself for round two. His kidneys were going to hate him tomorrow, but looking at your happy face, he decided it was worth every single bite.
Leeknow
Minho knew exactly what your kitchen track record looked like. He had seen you accidentally set off the smoke detector while making toast and fully understood that "cooking skills" was a phrase that didn't belong anywhere near your resume.
So, as he stood by the front door adjusting his jacket, ready to head out for a long day of schedules, he didn't expect any culinary send-offs. But just as his hand touched the doorknob, you called out his name, hurried down the hallway, and thrust a small, wrapped bento box into his hands.
"I made you lunch," you announced, a tiny, nervous flush creeping up your neck. "For your break later."
Minho stared down at the box, his eyebrows raising in genuine surprise. A slow, amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He looked up at your expectant face and felt a sudden rush of affection. "You did?" he asked softly. He stepped closer, wrapping one hand around your waist to pull you in. "Thank you. I'll make sure to eat every bite." He leaned down, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips before heading out into the morning chill.
Hours later, the dance studio fell quiet as the group finally took a lunch break. While the other members ordered takeout, Minho sat on the floor, leaning his back against the mirrors, and pulled your bento box out of his bag. He unclipped the lid, highly intrigued by what you had managed to create.
When the lid came off, a quiet chuckle escaped his throat.
It was a beautiful, chaotic mess. You had clearly attempted to make a classic gimbap and a side omelette, but the execution had gone slightly rogue. The omelette was completely torn apart, looking more like a jagged jigsaw puzzle than a side dish. The gimbap rolls hadn't survived the journey either; they had broken apart completely, causing the seasoned rice, colorful vegetables, and seaweed to spill out and mingle into a disorganized heap at the bottom of the container.
Minho smirked in sheer amusement, shaking his head. He could practically see you in the kitchen, frantically trying to roll the seaweed and losing the battle against the sticky rice.
Picking up his chopsticks, he scooped up a chaotic mouthful of the deconstructed lunch. It wasn't exactly a culinary masterpiece—the rice was a bit too mushy and the seasoning was entirely uneven—but as he chewed, his smirk softened into something incredibly fond. It tasted like your effort, and to him, that was the best part. He ate every single bite, enjoying the mess thoroughly.
Once the container was completely spotless, Minho snapped a quick photo of the empty box. He opened his chat with you, attached the picture, and typed out a message: Completely cleared it. Literally the best lunch I’ve ever had, jagiya. Thank you.
Changbin
You knew the absolute fastest way to Changbin’s heart was through a plate of fried chicken. It was his ultimate comfort food, so you had spent hours scrolling through recipes, determined to master the perfect crispy, golden crunch all on your own. It turned out to be a lot harder than the internet videos made it look. After a chaotic battle with popping oil and flour splatters, you finally managed to salvage two chicken drumsticks, presenting them proudly on a plate the moment he walked through the door.
"Ta-da!" you announced, holding the dish out to him. "I made your favorite."
Changbin blinked, his eyes dropping to the plate. He took a mental step back. Instead of the beautiful, honey-gold crust he usually drooled over, the two drumsticks were a deep, unmistakable shade of charcoal. The outer skin was completely burned to a crisp, looking more like campfire embers than dinner.
He looked back up at you. The initial pride in your expression was already crumbling, replaced by a tense, nervous twitch of your lips. You bit your lower lip, your fingers tightly gripping the edge of the plate as you watched him, practically holding your breath.
Changbin’s heart completely melted. He knew how terrifying hot oil could be, and the fact that you had braved the kitchen just to make him his favorite food meant everything to him. There was no way he was going to let your hard work go to waste.
"Wow, you made this for me?" Changbin beamed, his loud, bright voice instantly filling the room to cut through the tension. He grabbed one of the drumsticks without a second thought. "I'm so lucky."
He took a large, brave bite. It was exactly what he expected—a heavy, bitter wave of burnt carbon, followed by a slightly dry interior. It was definitely burned. But as he looked at your wide, anxious eyes, he forced his throat to swallow and immediately let out a loud, theatrical hum of pure delight.
"Oh, wow!" he exclaimed, widening his eyes and nodding vigorously as he chewed. "Babe, this is so good! The crunch on this is incredible. It’s got that deep, smoky flavor, you know? I love it!"
The sheer relief that washed over your face was instantaneous. Your shoulders dropped, and a massive, radiant smile broke across your lips. "Really? You don't think it's too dark?"
"Are you kidding? It's perfect," he lied smoothly, taking another huge bite to prove his point, completely ignoring the bitter aftertaste.
Unable to contain your happiness, you threw your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder. "Thank you! I was so scared I ruined it." You pulled back just enough to press a sweet, lingering kiss to his cheek, and then another right on his lips.
Changbin grinned into the kiss, happily holding you close. His tastebuds were suffering a little, but seeing you this happy made it the best fried chicken he had ever had.
Hyunjin
The front door clicked open, and Hyunjin stepped into the apartment, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension from his workout. He was wiping a stray bead of sweat from his forehead with his towel when a sweet, powdery scent caught his attention. Intrigued, he followed the aroma into the kitchen and stopped in his tracks, a surprised smile immediately gracing his lips.
There you were, standing at the counter, completely covered from hands to apron in white cornstarch.
"What's all this?" Hyunjin asked, leaning against the doorframe with an amused glint in his eyes.
You looked up, a smudge of flour on your cheek, and beamed. "I'm making strawberry mochi! I've always wanted to try it, and the video looked so easy. It didn't seem like it would be that hard."
Hyunjin let out a soft chuckle, crossing his arms as he watched you attempt to handle the sweet rice dough. It was clearly putting up a fight. The dough stretched wildly, sticking to your fingers and refusing to cooperate as you frantically tried to dust more starch over the sticky mass. You let out a frustrated huff, blowing a stray lock of hair out of your eyes.
"Well," Hyunjin said smoothly, stepping closer to the counter. He tilted his head, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "If you happen to need a professional taste tester for your creations, you know I'm always available."
Your eyes lit up at his offer. "Really? Perfect timing, because the first one is actually done!"
With an excited flourish, you carefully scooped up your first masterpiece and held it out to him on a small plate. Hyunjin looked down at it, and one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows cocked upward. It didn't exactly look like the plump, round mochis from a cafe. It was remarkably flat, spreading out sideways on the plate, and it looked so intensely sticky that he wondered if it might permanently glue his jaws together.
He hesitated for just a fraction of a second, looking from the sad little blob of dough back to your eager, hopeful face. He couldn't possibly say no to you.
"Alright" Hyunjin murmured, picking up the flat confection. It stretched precariously between his fingers as he lifted it to his mouth and took a brave bite.
The texture was an immediate challenge—it stuck to the roof of his mouth instantly—but the real shock was the flavor. You had clearly gone completely overboard with the sugar. It was an overwhelming, blinding wave of pure sweetness that made his teeth ache. It tasted like straight syrup.
Hyunjin froze for a brief moment, his throat working hard as he forced himself to swallow the sugary bomb. He managed to keep his expression perfectly neutral, smoothing out his features before looking back down at you.
"How is it?" you asked, leaning in close, practically vibrating with anticipation.
"It's really good," Hyunjin lied flawlessly, offering you a warm, brilliant smile that reached his eyes. "Very sweet. You did a great job for your first try."
A huge, triumphant smile broke across your face. "Yes! I knew I could do it!" Entirely reassured, you turned back to the counter, instantly re-energized and humming a little tune as you began tackling the next stubborn piece of dough.
Hyunjin quietly reached for a glass of water, watching you with an incredibly fond smile. His teeth were still ringing from the sugar rush, but seeing you so happy made it entirely worth it.
Han
Jisung had been practically living at the studio lately, burying himself under an endless mountain of tracks and lyrics. Yet, no matter how exhausted he was, he always made sure to come home and give you his undivided attention, never letting his grueling schedule get in the way of your relationship. Deeply grateful for his constant effort, you decided to surprise him with his absolute favorite comfort food: dwaeji galbi. You spent the entire afternoon marinating the pork ribs, making sure the kitchen smelled like a high-end Korean BBQ restaurant by the time his key turned in the lock.
"Babe, I'm home," Jisung murmured, dropping his backpack onto the floor with a tired sigh. But the moment he walked into the dining room and saw the spread, his eyes went wide. The grilled ribs looked absolutely picture-perfect—perfectly caramelized, glistening under the warm light, and garnished neatly with sesame seeds.
"Surprise!" you smiled, pulling out a chair for him. "You’ve been working so hard lately, so I wanted to make you something special."
Jisung’s chest tightened with pure affection. He was so deeply touched by the gesture that for a second, he just stared at you, a soft, vulnerable smile breaking across his face. "You did all this for me? Wow... thank you, jagiya. It looks incredible." He eagerly sat down, picked up a succulent piece of meat with his chopsticks, and popped it into his mouth.
He chewed once, and his entire world stopped.
Something had gone horribly, catastrophically wrong with the marinade. Instead of the sweet, savory harmony of garlic, soy sauce, and pear puree, a bizarre, jarring taste exploded across his tongue. It was like a confusing mixture of straight baking soda and an accidental overdose of vinegar. It was practically inedible.
Jisung froze mid-chew, his eyes widening in subtle panic. He glanced across the table at you, expecting a warning, but you were completely oblivious. You happily picked up a rib, took a bite, and chewed with a content, relaxed smile. Apparently, your tastebuds were entirely forgiving today, or you were just caught up in the joy of the moment.
Suddenly, you caught him staring. You paused, leaning forward on your elbows with an expectant, bright grin. "How is it? Is the marinade okay?"
Jisung’s internal survival instincts kicked into high gear. He couldn't possibly break your heart or ruin this beautiful moment after you had spent hours cooking for him. Forcing his jaw to move, he swallowed the disastrous bite with a heroic effort.
Instantly, a bright, dimpled smile plastered across his face. He quickly reached for another piece of meat, stuffing it into his mouth to prove his enthusiasm. "Mmm! It's delicious!" he mumbled around the food, nodding his head vigorously. He gave you a thumbs-up, continuing to chew through the awful flavor while making enthusiastic noises. "Seriously, babe... so good. You're the best."
Your smile widened into a radiant, happy beam, completely satisfied with his reaction. As you turned to grab a side dish, Jisung took a quick, desperate gulp of his drink, bracing himself for the rest of the meal. It was a culinary disaster, but seeing the pure happiness on your face made every terrible bite worth it.
Felix
You usually ruled the kitchen with absolute confidence, so when you announced that you were stepping out of your culinary comfort zone to surprise Felix, he was absolutely thrilled. He knew you were a fantastic cook, but you had never attempted a Korean dish before. The moment he walked through the door and smelled the rich, simmered sauce, his eyes lit up with pure excitement.
"I made tteokbokki!" you announced proudly, placing a steaming bowl of bright red rice cakes right in the center of the table. "I wanted to make something traditional for you."
Felix beamed, his beautiful smile crinkling the corners of his eyes as he sat down. "Wow, honey! It looks so good," he praised, genuinely touched by the effort you had put into learning a dish from his culture. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation, picked up his spoon, and scooped up a generous rice cake drowned in the thick, crimson sauce. "Let's taste it!"
He popped the rice cake into his mouth.
The reaction was instantaneous. The moment the sauce hit his tongue, Felix’s eyes widened in sheer shock. It wasn't just spicy; it felt like a literal solar flare had ignited inside his mouth. The heat tore through his throat, making his eyes water immediately. You hadn't just made it spicy—you had created a biological hazard.
"I wanted to make sure it had a nice kick," you explained proudly, leaning forward with a bright, satisfied grin. "So I used a whole lot of gochujang and an extra heavy handful of gochugaru to give it that rich color!"
Felix’s throat locked up. He let out a sharp, choked cough, his hand flying to his mouth as he desperately tried to process the volcanic heat. He swallowed heavily, the spicy paste burning a painful trail all the way down to his stomach. His chest heaved slightly as he tried to regain his composure, his ears rapidly turning a bright shade of pink.
He managed a tight, strained nod, his voice a full octave lower than usual. "Yeah... cough... I can definitely tell, love."
You blinked, tilting your head as you noticed the tears welling up in his eyes. "Oh, wait. Is it okay? Do you like it?"
Felix coughed again, a soft, breathless sound as he frantically grabbed his water glass. But looking at your hopeful, eager face, he couldn't bear to let you think you had failed. He took a quick sip, forced the burning sensation down, and flashed you a dazzling, reassuring smile despite the sweat breaking out along his hairline.
"I love it," he wheezed out, pointing at the bowl with his spoon to emphasize his praise. "It's great, sweetie. Really... really flavorful. Best tteokbokki ever."
Your face instantly illuminated with joy, entirely missing his internal battle. "Yay! Go ahead, eat as much as you want!"
As you happily reached for your own plate, Felix took a deep, silent breath, preparing his burning tongue for round two. He was going to need an entire carton of milk after this, but seeing the sheer happiness on your face made the fiery sacrifice worth every single bite.
Seungmin
The rich, bubbling sound of a stew drew Seungmin away from his book and toward the kitchen. As he stepped over the threshold, a highly unusual aroma hit his nose. It was unmistakably kimchi jjigae, but there was a strange, unidentifiable undertone to it that made his internal alarms go off.
"What are you up to?" Seungmin asked, leaning his shoulder against the counter as he watched you diligently stir the pot.
You looked up, your face flushed from the heat of the stove, and gave him a bright, triumphant smile. "I'm making dinner! I found this recipe on tiktok that made it look so easy, so I decided to finally give it a try."
Seungmin hummed softly, stepping closer to peer into the pot. The color looked right, but the scent wafting up was definitely peculiar—almost sweet in a way that traditional kimchi jjigae should never be. Seungmin opened his mouth to say something, but seeing the pure excitement in your eyes, he quietly closed it. He didn't want to rain on your parade before you even finished.
A few minutes later, you turned off the burner and proudly ladled a generous portion of the steaming stew into a bowl, setting it right in front of him with a flourish. "All done! Try it, try it!" you urged, folding your hands beneath your chin as you watched him with absolute anticipation.
Up close, Seungmin instantly noticed that something had gone terribly wrong. The broth lacked its characteristic depth, and a strange sheen floated on top. He picked up his spoon, dipped it into the soup, and took a cautious sip.
His face remained completely blank, a testament to his incredible self-control. It was awful. It tasted like someone had tried to make stew using ketchup and a random assortment of spices instead of proper ingredients. It was sweet, sour in the wrong way, and entirely lacking flavor.
"Well?" you asked, leaning in closer, practically vibrating with hope. "How is it?"
Seungmin hesitated for a brief second, his mind scrambling for the right words. Instead of answering right away, he set his spoon down and offered a calm smile. "Hey, can you show me that recipe you found? I'm just curious about the ingredients they used."
"Sure!" You unlocked your phone and handed it over, pointing at the screen. "See? It has thousands of views."
Seungmin scanned the page, and it took everything in him not to scoff out loud. The recipe was absolute bullshit. It called for regular cabbage, apple cider vinegar for "acidity," and a massive spoonful of sugar. It wasn't a traditional recipe at all; it was a culinary crime.
You tilted your head, noticing his quiet focus. "You don't like it."
Looking up from the screen, Seungmin saw the sudden touch of worry in your eyes. His heart softened instantly. He deleted any sarcastic comments from his brain, smiled bravely, and reached out to gently squeeze your hand.
"No, I really do like it," he lied smoothly, his voice warm and entirely reassuring. "The effort you put into this is amazing, jagiya. But hey... how about we cook it together next time? I can show you the recipe I always use, and we can make it the traditional way."
Your worry instantly evaporated, replaced by a happy nod. "I'd love that!"
As you happily reached for the bowls, Seungmin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His tastebuds were going to suffer through this meal, but the prospect of teaching you the right way next time made it completely worth it.
Jeongin
Jeongin was entirely accustomed to the fact that your presence in the kitchen usually resulted in a disaster. He never minded it, of course; he was always perfectly content to pull out his phone and order takeout, or simply beg Minho to whip up a meal for the two of them. But lately, you had started to feel a lingering sense of guilt about it, so you decided it was finally time to take matters into your own hands.
When Jeongin unlocked the front door and walked in, the first thing he noticed was you standing by the stove. A playful, dimpled grin instantly broke across his face.
"Hey, did you get lost in there?" he called out, leaning against the kitchen counter with an amused sparkle in his eyes.
You let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head as you stirred a frying pan. "No, I didn't get lost. I actually want to start cooking from now on. I can't rely on delivery apps forever."
Jeongin blinked, genuinely surprised by your sudden determination, but a warm wave of affection rushed through him. "Really? Wow, okay. I’m impressed."
"I decided to start with something simple," you proudly announced, gesturing to the stove. "Egg fried rice. Look, I even plated some for you!"
With a flourish, you handed him a small plate. Jeongin leaned down and took a breath. He had to honestly admit to himself that it smelled pretty good—savory, warm, and comforting. Genuinely excited, he scooped up a large spoonful and popped it into his mouth while you turned your back to him to grab a fork from the drawer.
He started to chew, but his teeth instantly hit something incredibly hard and sharp. A loud, distinct crunch echoed in his mind.
Jeongin froze. Moving his tongue with practiced stealth, he managed to maneuver the foreign object to the front of his mouth and subtly pulled it out with his fingers. He looked down. It was a jagged, unmistakable piece of eggshell. His eyebrows furrowed in a brief frown, but the moment he heard your footsteps returning, he quickly flicked the shell into the trash can.
"So, how did I do?" you asked, handing him the fork, your eyes wide and shining with hopeful anticipation.
Jeongin quickly plastered a bright, reassuring smile on his face. He didn't want to crush your new culinary confidence on day one. Instead of speaking, he held up a enthusiastic thumbs-up. He carefully kept his jaw completely still, strictly avoiding any actual chewing so you wouldn't hear the ominous grinding of the remaining eggshells still hidden in the rice.
"Oh, awesome!" you beamed, visibly relieved. You grabbed your own spoon, eyeing the frying pan. "Let me try some too—"
"Wait!" Jeongin jumped forward, his voice a little muffled as he gently grabbed your wrist to stop you. He swallowed the crunchy bite with an intense effort. "You know what? The guys at the dorm are absolutely starving today. I should really give the rest of this to them as a gift. How about I cook something special just for you tonight?"
You blinked, a bit confused but incredibly touched by his thoughtfulness. "Oh... wow, really? That's so sweet of you, Jeongin."
"Of course, honey," Jeongin smiled, mentally apologizing to his members while feeling incredibly relieved that he had just saved your teeth from your own creation.
˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ texting bang chan happy father’s day (best dad of 7 kids fr)
🧸 paring: bang chan x f! reader
🧸 warnings: mentioned implied possible pregnancy as part of a joke, brushed past v quickly
🧸 author rambles: i’m just having fun at this point guys, and i have the most schoolgirl crush on chan thus my urge to flirt with him and threaten everyone and anyone for him. maybe surprisingly, gift giving is my lowest love language, however it’s an easy way to show u care fr. go pick a flower from outside and give it to someone u love asap 🫵
The one where finding how you fit is a little like a puzzle-the 100,000 piece kind, not the 100 piece kind.
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The twenty-seventh installment of the SKZ!Pack Prequel series
Tags: Skz, Stray Kids, Stay, SKZ!Pack, Pack!Prequel, Skz!Pack Prequel, ABO, A/B/O, Omegaverse, Series, OT8, Bang Chan, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Han Jisung, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin, Fluff, Angst, Skz imagines, Skz scenarios, FemReader
Genre: Light Angst, Fluff
A/N: I'm back! Sorry guys, I know it's been SOOOOO Long and yall have probably forgotten/given up on me, but I had to take a little sabbatical to keep my head above water in real life. But I've been here! Stalking and reading and checking comments and reblogs and messages. I love yall! <3 Thanks for being so patient with me!
Title: Call Me Anything at All, Just Don't Call Me Yours
“Dude, your fucking beta is killing me here.”
You glance up as Jisung joins the cafeteria table, plopping down between Changbinn and Hyunjin, clearly frustrated about something, his voice a plaintive whine.
Changbin’s brow creases in slight confusion. “My beta? What, you mean Seungmin?”
“Who else would I be fucking talking about?” Jisung grumbles, shooting a glare in the alpha’s direction, as he rips open the packet that contains his silverware with a little more force than necessary.
“You, technically.” Felix points out helpfully from further down the table, giving Jisung a slightly teasing grin.
“Yeah, ha ha, I’m killing myself, real funny, Lix.” Jisung mocks back, though his tone softens a little as he addresses the omega, because that’s just the effect Felix has on everyone.
Jisung turns back to Changbin, slapping his palms down on the table. “But seriously, he’s weird as shit. Hot and cold all the time, man. I don’t ever know where I stand with him-not really-kind of like with Minho-hyung.”
Beside you, Minho snorts softly. “Please, you’re always on thin fucking ice with me, Han Jisung. You know that.”
Jisung shoots Minho an annoyed look, but continues badgering Changbin. “You gotta tell me the secret to crack the code, hyung. One second, I think we’re friends, the next, the guy barely has two words to say to me.”
Changbin gives a slight shrug. “That’s just how Seungmin is.”
You nod in agreement. “Yeah, trust me, Sungie, Seungmin is a tough nut to crack. We’ve been friends for a long time-study partners for longer-and there’s still days I think he’d rather murder me than be sat across the table from me. He’s hard to read, he keeps his feelings close to his chest.”
“He’s also a slow mover.” Changbin points out. “Really takes his time to think things through, all the pros and cons, before he acts.”
Minho snorts again, not looking up from his food. “Maybe he’s deciding the cons list is longer than the pros when it comes to being packmates with you, Jisung.”
“Plus, he’s not all that affectionate. Skinship is kind of a struggle for him.” You remark thoughtfully, an observation you’ve had the longer you’ve gotten to be around Seungmin as a packmate, and not just a library buddy.
He really only lets Changbin touch him openly. Maybe it’s a side effect of the whole moonmate thing.
Biology.
Jisung takes a swig of his soda and considers for a moment, furrowing his brow. “Well, have you guys been-” He clears his throat, motioning slightly with his hands in a flapping motion toward Changbin. “-you know, intimate?”
You clear your throat at that, interjecting, trying to save Changbin the embarrassment of answering that question. “Intimacy can be a lot of things, Jisungie, you know, like when you and I and Seungmin showered together, or when Chan scents us, or trusting someone enough to talk to them about difficult subjects-”
Hyunjin leans around the beta and stares directly at Changbin now. “No, he’s asking if you’ve fucked.”
Down the table, Chan chokes on his food, and Jeongin openly covers a cackle with a well timed cough.
Next to you, Minho mutters beneath his breath, “Jesus Christ.”
Changbin clears his throat hard, and you note the tips of his ears going a bright red. “Well, yeah.” He gives a shrug, as if it’s not a big deal, but the way his muscles stiffen tells you he’d rather be anywhere but here right now, talking about this.
“You don’t have to talk about this, Bin-” Chan starts softly, shooting Jisung a warning look that practically screams head alpha.
Changbin waves him off, and Chan’s hackles visibly relax a little.
“He likes you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Changbin assures Jisung, throwing an arm around his shoulders and ruffling his hair with a large hand. “All of you. He’s just a little more cautious when it comes to showing it. With me, there’s the weird biological pull of moonmates or whatever, but with the rest of you, you just gotta be patient. But he likes you. He’s told me.”
Jisung sighs, relaxing slightly at the alpha’s touch. “Fine. As long as there’s hope that one day we can fuck in your studio, I can live with that.”
Changbin removes his arm so quickly from around the beta’s shoulders that it’s like he’s been burned. “Please don’t do that.”
Jisung shoots him a wink. “No promises.”
“Apparently he’s into degradation in bed if that makes you feel any better.” Hyunjin remarks offhandedly, picking at his salad with his fork. “You probably couldn’t handle that anyway.”
Changbin chokes a little, glaring over Jisung’s head at the luna. “Hyun, you promised me when I told you that in confidence-” Changbin’s voice drops to a hiss. “-that you wouldn’t talk about it!”
Hyunjin gives a slight shrug, glancing around at everyone’s stunned reactions. “What? There’s no secrets in the pack right?”
Jisung’s jaw is on the floor.
“He what?”
“Oh my god.” Chan groans from down the table, fingers already kneading between his brows, staving off an oncoming headache. “This is not appropriate lunchroom conversation-”
“Okay, okay.” You wave your hands. “You’re gonna give Chan an aneurysm. Let’s table the kink talk for a more private time and location, okay?”
“Hah.” Jeongin snorts softly. “Table.”
Minho elbows him hard.
******
You’re watching Jisung practice something on his skateboard in front of the dorms-a kickflip maybe? You can’t remember what he called it-chin in hand, open textbook unread in your lap.
“Shit.” Jisung swears as the skateboard clatters away from him once more, and he sighs, tucking it under his arm and coming to sit down beside you on the cold concrete of the steps.
He bumps his shoulder into yours. “Why the long face?”
You glance sidelong at him, wrinkling your nose slightly. “I don’t have a long face. I’m just thinking.”
He arches a brow. “Okay, so what are you thinking so deeply about then?”
You sigh, running a few fingers over the page of the textbook in your lap, considering for a brief moment. “I was thinking about Seungmin.”
“Ah.” Jisung nods, tilting his head slightly. “What, about the fact that he’s into being called shit in bed? Because I for one did not see that coming.”
“No!” You say a little too quickly, cheeks heating even despite the cool nip of the air. “No.” You repeat, a little more levelly this time. “Just-about how I relate, to what you said. I never really know how he feels about things.”
Jisung leans back on his hands beside you, staring out at the campus for a moment. Finally, he says, “Yeah, he’s kind of a weird dude, huh? I mean, I know he’s into Changbin, but I don’t really know if he’s that into the whole idea of the pack.”
You glance sidelong at the beta sat beside you, and you note the way he bites his bottom lip, fingers drumming along the skateboard held in his lap.
“I was kind of excited to have another beta around.” Jisung admits a little softly with a sigh, glancing down at the chipped orange paint that adorns his nails currently, courtesy of Hyunjin. “I dunno, until I moved to university, I never really spent a lot of time around others like me. And it’s nice, the dorms and the friends, but there’s something about having a potential packmate who just gets it that’s comforting, you know?”
You nod, reaching out to put one of your gloved hands over his. “Yeah, I do. I know you’ve been through a lot, with the whole beta thing, and I was hopeful Seungmin could help you through some of the stuff you’re still dealing with.”
Jisung gives you a slight smile, but it’s tight and doesn’t quite reach his large dark eyes. “I don’t even know if the guy likes me, noona, or if he just puts up with my company because of Changbin.”
You sigh, glancing down at where your gloved fingers rest over Jisung’s chapped, red ones. “Well, at least he didn’t straight up tell you that he didn’t feel like that about you. That’s something.”
Jisung snorts. “That’s because I didn’t ask like you did.”
You swallow. “Yeah, well, I’m an idiot.” You huff out, glancing over at him and it’s your turn to give him the hint of a smile that doesn’t quite feel completely real or genuine. “I mean, I told him I loved him, and he didn’t say it back. So maybe his feelings really haven’t changed.”
Jisung gives a slight shrug, and then knocks his shoulder into yours once more. The smell of detergent is strong in your nose, as if his beta is subconsciously trying to put out pheromones to soothe your obviously agitated alpha.
“Hey. You said it yourself-the guy’s an enigma. We just gotta give him the time and space to figure it all out on his own.”
You sigh, long and hard. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Jisung leans his head on your shoulder, and you bury your nose into the soft knitted fabric of his beanie, breathing him in for a lingering moment.
He squeezes your fingers. “If it’s any consolation, I said it back, remember? And it’s still true.”
You give a little laugh at that, kissing the top of his head. “Yeah, I know. I love you too.”
You squeeze his fingers back in return, and then nudge the round, reddened apple of his cheek with your shoulder with a slight hint of a smile.
“Now c’mon, that kickflip of yours isn’t gonna learn itself.”
******
“I dunno, maybe I’m pushing too hard. Putting expectations on everyone that are unrealistic.”
Yeosang glances over at you, breaths coming in harsh little pants in the cold morning air, his hands on his hips as he walks a few loose circles around where you stretch.
“Betas are tricky. When Mingi joined the pack, I swear to god, the hyungs almost drove themselves crazy trying to figure out what he was thinking.”
He drops down beside you on the sidewalk, leaning over to stretch out one long arm along the line of his leg, before he switches to the other side effortlessly.
He’s barely panting from our run, skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat in the early morning rays of weak sunlight.
You blow out a breath, leaning your head back slightly to stare at the sky. “Jisung is losing his mind. He had this whole grand vision of what having another beta in the pack would mean, and Seungmin’s just-” You hesitate, considering for a moment, before you sigh again. “-not that.”
Yeosang’s gaze flicks over to me, and he makes a little sound of understanding under his breath. “Mm. Yeah, when we all study together, I can tell the kid’s a little harder to read than most. Even for a beta.” He shifts, coming to his feet again as he rolls his ankles a little, then his arms and his neck, glancing down at me. “But he seems nice. And he seems to be into Changbin, so that’s a plus.”
“That’s the thing though-” You admit, standing up too now, rolling your shoulders for a moment, before you tuck your earbuds back into your pocket. “-he likes Changbin, but does he like the rest of us?”
Yeosang moves to stand in front of you , reaching up to push some loose strands of hair back from your jaw with a long finger, chilled from the morning air. He gives you a slight smile. “Wolves aren’t solitary creatures, babe. You know that. And with how smart Seungmin is-and how obsessed with biology-he knows that too. Just give him some time to warm up. It’s probably overwhelming, especially for a seemingly solitary guy like him.”
You groan. “Fuck, you’re right, but do you have to be?”
Yeosang chuckles at that, moving to bump his shoulder into yours as you turn to follow the sidewalk back toward campus and the bus stop.
“Yes. It’s one of my many talents.”
You arch a brow at him. “Being right?”
Yeosang grins. “Never being wrong.”
You roll your eyes and elbow him in the side. “They’re the same thing, idiot.”
He laughs in response. “Trust me, they’re really not.”
You walk in silence for a few moments, shoes scuffing the concrete, hands tucked into the pockets of your jackets, and then Yeosang asks, “Have you tried talking to him about all of this?”
You scoff a little, shaking your head. “No, because what the hell am I supposed to say?” You move to walk in front of him, taking backward steps as you face him, pitching your voice into something akin to a fake version of your own. “‘Hey, Seungmin, weird question, but like, are you into us? Also, just wondering, but have your feelings changed about me? Oh, and Jisung would really like to fuck you, but he’s nervous you don’t even really like him, and by the way, Changbin totally told everyone you like to be degraded in bed.’”
Yeosang’s eyes widen at that last part, his mouth dropping open slightly. “Wait, really?”
You wave him off. “Yeah, well, technically Changbin told Hyunjin, who told everyone else, but that’s beside the point.”
Yeosang whistles beneath his breath as we continue to walk. “Shit. Okay. Didn’t see that one coming, but good for him.”
His tone is laced with slight surprise still, but mostly just open admiration and appreciation.
You pull your phone from your pocket and glance at the time, groaning slightly. “Fuck. I have to go. I’m late for a lab and then I have a study session at the lib.”
Yeosang arches a brow at that, a slight smirk coming to his full lips. “Oh, with you know who?”
You stare him down, expression and voice deadpan. “No, I am not meeting Voldemort, The Dark Lord, for a study session, Sang. That’s just stupid.”
Yeosang rolls his dark eyes, reaching out to shove you, but you dodge the halfhearted attack easily.
“I’m talking about a certain beta.”
“I know that.” You retort back, rolling your own eyes now. “Besides, even if Voldemort went here, he’d never be in the sciences department. Probably like arts and humanities or something.”
“Or dance.” Yeosang points out thoughtfully.
His suddenly wide eyed gaze meets your own, his mouth in a small ‘o.’
“Minho.” You both say together.
Yeosang grins as you both laugh, reaching the bus stop. He bumps his shoulder into yours once more affectionately, as you separate to take different buses.
“Good luck with your study session, babe.” He points a stern finger in your direction. “Talk to him.”
You roll your eyes and wave him off. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll consider it. Say hi to Voldie for me when you pick up Hwa, will you?”
Yeosang’s grin widens as he gives you a little salute. “Will do.”
*****
“You’re staring again.” Seungmin comments without looking up from the page he’s working on, his pencil scratching rhythmically in the quiet of the library.
You clear your throat, dropping your eyes back to your own textbook. “What? No, I’m not-”
Seungmin sighs, shutting his notebook, and pushes his glasses up on top of his head as he angles to face you, expression unreadable.
“All right. Out with it.”
You’re taken off guard, glancing up at him in a slight panic, like a deer caught in headlights, eyes going wide as your mouth opens and closes a few times before you finally manage to choke out, “Out with what? I’m good. Fine even.”
Seungmin snorts at that. “You haven’t stopped rereading that same page for the last half an hour. And I’m pretty sure you’ve been studying me more than anything else.”
“Plus your scent is all wacked out.” He says with a slight wrinkle of his nose. “Even my limited faculties can tell that much.”
You sigh, glancing down at the open book in your lap before you close it and set it aside, tapping your pen along the table for a brief moment as you consider how to word what you want to say.
Finally, you get out softly, “Jisung is worried.”
Seungmin’s brow ticks up a bit at that. “About me?”
You give a slight shrug, not really looking at him, gaze on the pen flicking between your fingers. “I guess? He’s just worried because he doesn’t really know how you feel-” You glance at him then, and then away again. “-none of us do.”
The eyebrow goes up another notch. “How I feel? About what?”
You sigh, a slight sound of frustration now. “About everything? About him, about us, about the pack, about-” I throw a hand out. “-all of it.”
You tap the pen down a little harder than necessary to punctuate the end of your sentence. “In case you haven’t noticed-” You point out in a mutter beneath your breath. “-you’re not the easiest guy to get a read on.”
There is brief silence for a moment, and then Seungmin admits quietly, “Yeah, I know.”
You flick your gaze up to his then, and see a hint of vulnerability in the depths of his dark eyes before he reaches up and scrubs across his face with the palm of his hand.
“Look, (Y/N)-” He says on a sigh, and you tense up, preparing yourself for what he’s about to say next. Judging by the slight hint of burnt bitterness that now mars his orangey citrus scent, it’s probably not going to be what you want to hear.
Great, can’t wait to break the news to Jisung that the only other beta in the pack doesn’t even wanna be here.
Seungmin smooths his palms on the table in front of him, staring at the pages of notes scrawled in his messy handwriting. “I know there are expectations. I knew that coming in. I know Jisung has expectations especially, and from what he’s told me about his past and how his parents wanted an alpha for a son, and all the struggles he went through as a beta to try and fit in, I don’t blame him. But I-”
Seungmin gives a little shake of his head, and his gaze meets yours once more, lips pulled into the hint of a thin line. “I never went through anything like that. I was a beta, born into a family happy to be betas, and I never even thought twice about it. Never felt like I was somehow lacking, or less than, because it was all just biology. Nothing more. So I don’t really know how to-” He hesitates, seeming to struggle with his thoughts for a moment.
“-relate.” You finish for him softly, and he gives a slight jerk of a nod.
“Yeah.” He agrees. “But I’ve found I’ve had that problem all my life, not just with Jisung, not just with this, with everything.” He gives a tiny shake of his head, and a humorless sardonic smile curves his lips in the slightest way. “I don’t know how to relate to people. I never have. Maybe I’m missing some integral part of my own biology, because I know better than anyone that wolves are not loners, they’re pack oriented, but I’ve always always preferred to be alone. A lone wolf, I guess you’d say.”
You study him for a moment and then you say softly, “There’s nothing wrong with that, Seungmin.”
He heaves a sigh and leans back, staring up at the ceiling above us. “I guess not, but I guess, what I’m trying to say is-” He glances at you, expression going flat. “-I don’t know how to let you all in to understand me, if I don’t even understand myself.”
Before you can second guess yourself, you reach out and cover one of his hands on the table with your own. “Hey.” When he looks at you, you give him the hint of a smile. “We’re all figuring this shit out, just the way you are.”
He blows out a breath through his nose, almost like a sardonic sort of laugh. “Yeah? Well, you guys seem to have shit pretty figured out from my viewpoint.”
You shake your head. “We don’t, trust me.” Your lips curve slightly as you stare at him, holding his gaze. “We’re a mess, we’re just pretty good at hiding it. Well, most of the time.”
Seungmin stares at you for a long, silent moment.
“I want to be what Jisung needs.” He finally admits, so softly it’s almost just a breath. “I want to be what Changbin wants. I want to be-” He blows another harsh breath out through his nose and drops your gaze. “-pack, but I’m just not sure where to begin. This is all new territory for me, and while I’m all about new discoveries in the scientific fields, my personal life is another matter entirely.”
You give a little laugh at that, and note that he hasn’t pulled his hand back from your touch yet.
That’s a good sign.
“You don’t have to have it all figured out today. Just one step at a time.” You encourage softly, leaning down so you can meet his ducked gaze. “You can do that, right?”
Seungmin sighs, but he nods anyway. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Good.” You sit back and blow out a breath, glancing down at your study materials spread out before you. “Now I don’t know about you, but I can’t study anymore tonight or I might go blind.”
Seungmin nods, surprisingly, and begins to pack up his materials.
After another brief moment of silence, he asks suddenly, “What about you?”
You shove another handful of pens and papers into your backpack without looking up. “What about me?”
Seungmin makes a noise that clearly signifies he thinks you’re being obtuse on purpose, and you can feel his annoyed stare burning holes in the side of your head.
“You know, don’t you wanna know how I feel about you? Now that I’ve had some time?”
You freeze, swallowing, and then force yourself to resume your previous activities of packing up and getting ready to leave.
“I mean, not really. I figure you’ll tell me that when you’re ready.”
Lies.
You wanna know so bad it’s driving yourself and your wolf crazy.
You busy yourself with lining up your highlighters back in their designated case, just so your antsy fingers have something to do.
“You know-” Seungmin states suddenly, voice even, tone neutral. “For a long time, I thought I was asexual.”
Your eyes jerk up in surprise to meet his own, lips parting slightly.
“You don’t have to-”
He waves you off, pulling his glasses off his head and carefully folding them to stow in their case as he talks.
“No, it’s fine. I want to.” He glances to you then, a slight smile curving his lips. “I’m supposed to be pushing myself right? Opening up so you can get to know me better?”
You swallow and give a slight nod.
“You know, the whole lone wolf thing from before? I didn’t really ever feel the need to be involved with anyone like that. Didn’t think I needed it, felt complete without it. And then-” He sighs, and a slight flicker of annoyance crosses his pretty features. “I met Changbin.”
“Changbin.” You breathe in slight agreement, and your lips twitch upward a little at the other alpha’s name. “Yeah, he tends to have that effect on people.”
“Mm.” Seungmin nods in slight agreement. “So then, I thought, well, maybe it’s just biology, but maybe I don’t really want to be alone, not quite like that. But then I think-” He considers you for a long moment. “-I met you, and we became friends, and I liked your company, but then you asked me if I could ever like you like I liked Changbin.”
You cringe slightly at that. “Oh god, can we just pretend that conversation never happened?”
“No.” Seungmin responds back immediately. He arches a brow. “It made me think you know. About myself. About what I wanted. It was good for me.”
“Glad to help.” You mumble back, your cheeks flushed slightly in an irritated sort of hot feeling blush.
“I considered that maybe, after you asked me that, that I was just into guys.” Seungmin admits in a softer sort of voice, but still matter of factly.
“Oh, so it’s my gender, got it.” You retort back, avoiding his gaze.
“No.” He shakes his head at that. “I think I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t really care about gender, not in the long run of things. I think I’m more into people themselves, their personalities, and how they handle mine.”
“Great, so it’s just my personality then.” You blurt out, throwing out your hands now.
“No.” Seungmin repeats a little bit more firmly, sharper. “You’re not listening to me.”
You give a little sharp laugh at that. “It’s really fucking hard to listen to you when we’ve been studying shit that turns my brain to mush for the last four hours.”
Seungmin’s hand covers your own, and you freeze, gaze flicking to him, mouth slightly agape, words instantly dying off.
“I-” He says firmly, taking in a sort of shaky breath, his fingers still resting a little bit awkwardly on top of your own. “-like you. You, (Y/N). I like the way you make me feel accepted, I like that you listen to my ramblings about scientific findings, I like that you don’t push me to go further than I’m comfortable, and I like that we started as friends first, and you’ve given me time and patience to explore where this could potentially go. At my own pace.”
You stare at him for another beat and then, “I’m sorry. If what I said in the shower made you uncomfortable.”
His lips curve slightly at that, his nose wrinkling with the hint of a smile. “It didn’t. In fact, it kind of surprised me that I liked hearing it. Just-” He blows out a breath. “-give me some time to figure out my shit okay?”
You nod, curling your fingers around his own. “Yeah, I can do that.”
Seungmin nods, and removing his hand from yours, begins to move to pack away the rest of his things. “Now c’mon, I promised Jisung we’d be in time to watch a movie with him.”
You grin, standing up and slinging your backpack over your shoulder. “It’s gonna be one of those cheesy action flicks he loves, you know that right?”
Seungmin sighs, but his voice is filled with affectionate amusement. “Yeah, I know.” He glances at you with a lift of his brow. “But anything for our boy, right?”
You grin back at him, knocking your arm into his as you walk. “Anything for our boy.”
As you walk down the stairs that lead out of the library, shoulder to shoulder, he slides his hand into yours.
a vida familiar de hyunjin era perfeita, ele tinha uma esposa e uma filha que eram seus grandes amores, mas em um dia qualquer, sua mulher lhe fez um pedido, e um bom marido nunca nega um desejo de sua esposa.
dom!hyunjin x fem!reader – warnings: sexo desprotegido, breeding kink, creampie, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, missionary/mating press, size kink, breath play.
Nem em um milhão de anos eu imaginaria que estaria com a minha vida desse jeito. Depois de tudo que passei, durante toda infância, adolescência e início da vida adulta, o meu ambiente familiar sempre fora um caos e disfuncional.
Cresci em uma família totalmente desajustada, e tinha pavor de sequer pensar em futuro, família, marido e filhos, imaginar tudo isso me dava arrepios, o medo de não ser o suficiente, e o pior, de ser como os meus pais. Mas tudo foi por água abaixo quando o conheci.
Hwang Hyunjin era a famosa luz no fim do túnel, era a coberta quentinha em um dia frio, aos poucos, ele arrancou com toda gentileza e amor todo esse medo que crescia em mim, e floresceu em mim a vontade de ser mais.
E anos depois, aqui estamos, vivendo uma vida tranquila, casados, e com a nossa linda princesa, quando descobrimos que gestava nossa Amélia, tínhamos apenas um ano de casados, foi um baque, estava morrendo de medo e sei que Hyunjin também, mas aprendemos juntos, crescemos juntos e eu não poderia estar mais feliz, hoje, quatro anos depois, observando-a crescer, a vontade de ser mãe novamente voltou a crescer em mim.
— Você tá’ estranha.
— Ai que susto, Hyunjin! – Ele riu e se abaixou até beijar a minha testa. Sorri com o afeto.
— O que tá’ passando pela sua cabeça? Já tem dias que fica olhando pra ela por horas sem dizer nada.
Suspirei, desviando o olhar, tentando encontrar as palavras certas. Abri a boca diversas vezes, tentando formar uma frase mas nada saía, enquanto Hyunjin me olhava, compreensivo e paciente.
— Escuta, minha mãe perguntou se poderia passar o final de semana com Amélia, vou levá-la e então teremos um tempo pra gente conversar com calma, pode ser? — Afagava meu braço com carinho enquanto me olhava preocupado. Assenti.
E enquanto ele chamava nossa filha para arruma-lá e juntar suas coisas, ainda pensava em como contá-lo que queria outro bebê.
–
Hyunjin estava demorando muito, a ansiedade corroía meu peito e sem conseguir aguardar até ele retornar para casa, enviei uma mensagem direta, largando o celular em seguida, com receio pelo o que viria após.
“Estava pensando, queria um bebê, o que acha de tentarmos um irmãozinho para Amélia?”
20 minutos, foi o tempo que Hyunjin levou para chegar em casa desde a mensagem que havia mandado. Estava escurecendo, o dia dando espaço para a noite chegar, então as luzes ambientes da sala estavam acesas quando ele passou pela entrada de casa. O corte de cabelo baixinho fazia conjunto com um corpo forte e alto, vestido casualmente de jeans e camisa do estilo polo, suspirei sem conseguir conter.
Não dizendo uma palavra sequer, ele caminhou até o sofá, onde já havia desligado o Kindle e concentrava toda minha atenção nele.
— Era esse o motivo, amor? É isso que vem tirando o seu sono? — Perguntou cauteloso, os olhos brilhando, atento em qualquer movimento vacilante. Assenti, esquecendo como se falava.
Hyunjin sorriu. Não o sorriso terno é fofo, mas o sorriso de quem havia sido pego mesmo sem culpa.
— Então vou te engravidar de novo, boneca, faço tudo para ver a minha esposinha feliz, e se é mais um bebê que ela quer, é mais um que ela vai ter.
Sua voz sussurrou, me puxando para seu colo enquanto me beijava, faminto e apressado.
Hyunjin não queria prolongar demais, ansioso pelo o que viria a seguir, nos despiu rapidamente, enquanto me deitava no sofá, logo embaixo do seu corpo enorme. Senti seus dedos descerem pelo meu corpo, chegando até onde eu mais necessitava de seus toques, mas se ele estava ansioso, eu estava mais ainda, tentei tirar sua mão mas era mais forte que eu.
— Linda, preciso ter certeza que está pronta pra me receber, não quero machucar você. — Sussurrou em meu ouvido, espalhando beijos castos no meu ombro e pescoço.
— Eu tô’! Por favor, vai logo, Hyunnie, por favor, não consigo esperar mais.
Ele retirou os dedos do meu interior, e abruptamente agarrou meu pescoço.
— Porra, amor, eu queria fazer as coisas corretas, mas você implorando desse jeito fica difícil de negar. — Disse entredentes.
Arremetendo o pau logo para dentro da minha buceta, apertei o braço que me segurava forte pelo pescoço, ora cortando meu oxigênio, ora aliviando a pressão, fazendo minha cabeça girar.
— Vou engravidar a minha esposinha de novo, vou meter quantos filhos a minha princesa quiser, e ela vai carregar todos, porque é minha bonequinha obediente, não é, meu amor? - Balbuciava enquanto metia forte e sentia cada pedacinho do canal apertadinho da minha bucetinha.
A sensação gostosa de um orgasmo chegando foi se formando em meu ventre, e quanto mais ele falava enquanto enfiava o pau em mim, mas forte ficava, estava contraindo tanto que Hyunjinteve que tirar sua mão do meu pescoço, estava a beira de um colapso e perderia o controle. Rosnava enquanto metia com mais força, tentando manter o ritmo dos quadris.
— A-amor… — Minha voz saiu rouca e chorosa, olhando o corpo muitas vezes maior que o meu por cima de mim.
Ele se abaixou, enfiando o rosto em meu pescoço e ali deixando mordidas e chupoes, tomando cuidado para não marcar tanto. Abracei o seu corpo, passando a mão em seu recém buzzcut, os cabelos curtinhos causando cócegas gostosas no meu rosto e na palma da mão.
Era demais.
— Vem pra mim, amor, eu sei que tá’ vindo, deixar vir, vou gozar dentro de você.
A mente nublou, e tudo saiu do meu controle, a sensação de estar flutuando me atingiu em cheio, deixando que o orgasmo me levasse além, espasmo atingiu meu corpo dos pés a cabeça, gemendo o nome do meu marido com mais palavras que não faziam o mínimo sentido. Hyunjin apertou minha cintura tão forte quando atingiu seu ápice com um gemido gutural, chamando por mim, sem conseguir parar as estocadas contra o meu quadril, e não saiu de dentro de mim, até ter a certeza que cada gotinha sua agora estava em mim.
Estava como corpo dolorido e exausta, Jinnie tentou sair de cima de mim, mas o apertei mais forte em mim.
— Fica. — Pedi em um sussurro. Ele sorriu, mas ficou, mesmo que aguentasse seu peso em seus braços.
Beijou cada lado do meu rosto antes de me dar um beijo carinhoso.
— Acha que conseguimos fazer o nosso Oliver?
Sorri.
— Acho que teríamos que tentar mais uma vez, só para ter certeza, sabe?
— Uma contraprova? — Ele entrou na brincadeira, quebrando nosso contato, enquanto me pegava em seus braços. Eu ri tímida. — O que acha de um banho?
Genre: Best friends to lovers au, College au, SMAU
Disclaimer: this does not reflect the real life personalities of the Stray Kids members (or any other idols) that will appear in this fic i tried my best to portray their go selves.
SYNOPSIS:
Y/N, Seungmin and Han decide that they are too bored and the campus life is too stagnant so they whip up a crazy idea to bring everyone closer by being an anon group/club called Campus Crumble who arranges meet ups at nights and delivers food inspired by people's daily life struggles in hopes to make their days better.
College isn't just studies so why not shake the whole campus up.
Join them on the adventures of cooking, sneaking around anonymously and making people's lives a little better somehow.
Will the "Food Santa Clauses" as the students refer to them stay anonymous or will they be found?
A.N:
This is a fic I came up at 3 am with no sleep whatsoever during exam season so if its inconsistent or anywhere cheesy please don't hate me ;-;
