Relationships: skz x gn!reader (ot8 - individually!) (no use of pronouns)
Genre: Mild stress, social media, established relationship, the boys made an oopsie
Summary: Your boyfriend interacted with your IG account, which would be totally normal, except he didn't realize he was on his main when he did it.
A/N: Just thought this would be funny LOL your boys love you so much they didn't realize the mistake they made until it was too late. They became so Plotty and Dramatic that I had to do hyung/maknae again to fit em all in. Enjoy!
𝓉o 𝓎ou ◞ the ideas i get on discord man. heard “han + tongue” and it was wraps… ♡ + ⟲ & enjoy!
han jisung who just cant keep his tongue in his mouth, now having all the more reason to with the soft metal ball that sits right in the middle of it.
your boyfriend has always been known for better or for worse as… spontaneous. no plan, no warning, just straight into the thick of it with burning passions and sidetracked thoughts.
he randomly came home one day from being at the supposed studio, but apparently decided to make a pitstop on the way home without any ounce of hesitation. he kicks his shoes off in the doorway, headphones slung around his shoulders messily. his lips are purses together as one shoe gives him a struggle, but his eyes light up as soon as he catches the sight of you.
you see the piercing clear as day when he opens his mouth to greet you, sparkling from a tinge of the lamp light that’s cascading a shadow. “hi baby, sorry it took me so lon—“
“what is that ?”
all discussion is cut off with your curious, quick interruption, where han halts in his tracks, his face showing one of many looks you’ve grown accustomed to, guilty as ever.
“a piercing… yknow. on my tongue.”
right, because the real question is why wouldn’t he come home with a fresh piercing on a random thursday. all the less, he’s still jisung, now sporting a metal silver bar between his teeth and albit your shock, it suits him.
he’s clearly not trying to make a big deal of it, labeling the random decision as a small side quest of many throughout his day as he pulls you in to kiss your cheek. he smells like burnt coffee and a touch of isopropyl from the piercing shop.
“it kinda hurt… dont you like it?” he states the obvious, but his voice is all but telling with the hint of mischief in his tone.
another thing jisung is good at— distraction. whether it be for himself most of the time, or you now. softly inching around your face with little kisses, closer to your mouth until he finally reaches the soft plush of your lips. just a small, seemingly innocent kiss.
innocent turned tainted, when you can feel the wet saliva from his tongue gliding over your chapstick, piercing glinting in a ball of fireish temptation that shines through silver steel.
“i wanna use it on you.”
his ingenuity and random decisiveness now lead you to where you are now. in your sheets, legs spread with the shocking feeling of cold metal and hot breath against your clit.
laid out against a feathery quilt that only gets hotter and wetter with every second he spends between your thighs, savoring the meal like a man starved. a warm tongue followed by the icy pressure of his new accessory is nothing less than revolutionary.
“fuck, ji! that’s—”
he’s too busy, too enraptured, and far too gone to even listen at this point. lips sucking, piercing swirling around the bud of your clit, softly sighing and occasionally whining into your pussy about how “you taste so good baby…”.
youre only focused on the impending feeling that bubbles low in your tummy but rises faster with each sinful flick of his accessorized tongue. you can feel him everywhere, hands squeezing into your thighs, not tight enough to mark but enough for you to feel the possessive nature in his fingertips. licking and soothing between your lips, pressure from the ball landing right where you need it. his mouth is sinful, in both words and actions. “pussy so pretty…” and “wanna feel you cum on it, angel” muffled into the slick that connects you. the build up is almost immediate, white hot and soon— messy.
“han—!” you cum as if you’ve never had an orgasm before, as much as you wouldn’t like to admit. toes curling, back bowing from the bed with a silent cry as you gush. the sheets and hans face wet, saliva and fluids dripping from his chin.
he delves down more at the feeling of you soaking him, reveling in the feeling of you cumming onto his tongue, tasting every last drop like he’ll die without it. your legs shake, breath catching at the extra stimulation as he rides you through the orgasm of a lifetime.
after youve wound down, and he finally lets up with a kiss to your knee, youre all but reminded that this is han we’re talking about. han, who makes stupid decisions, talks your ear off and makes you cum right.
“s’ kinda swollen… ouch.”
han, who was definitely supposed to let his tongue rest before using it, but still did it anyway and insists his “piercer said it was okay”. he definitely didn’t.
but after a night of reckless decisions from a whiny jisung who devours you with a sore tongue, and who makes you kiss it better afterward, you can’t complain. bless that piercer, and god, bless your incredibly impulsive boyfriend.
thank you so much for reading! sending you a kiss, quick, catch it . . . ᥫ᭡
So the pepro clip today? Well, I got bit by the creative bug, and here we are.
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Synopsis:
After watching a clip from the latest Stray Kids fanmeet, where Chan played the Pepero game with Han and Changbin, you couldn’t help but bring the idea home. The memory of their laughter and playful teasing lingered in your mind, and you wondered how it would feel to try it yourself, especially now that you were dating all of them. Grinning mischievously, you suggested trying your own three-way Pepero game, eager to see who among them would be the boldest and who would break first. None of them hesitated, and what started as a game quickly turned into a series of unforgettable, heart-pounding moments.
2MIN (Seungmin & Lee Know x y/n) - Almond & Classic Chocolate
You’re settled snugly between Seungmin and Lee Know on the couch, two Pepero sticks balanced between your lips. Before you can even signal to start, they exchange a knowing glance and immediately turn their teasing on you.
Lee Know leans in, voice low and playful, “You sure you can handle both of us at once?” Seungmin grins, nudging your shoulder. Lee Know’s smirk grows as he adds, “So you watched our fanmeet clip, and now you think you’re ready for the real thing?” Seungmin giggles, “Don’t worry, y/n, we’ll go easy on you... maybe.” You try to glare at them, but the mischief in Lee Know’s eyes and Seungmin’s gentle, bubbling laughter make it impossible to keep a straight face.
They lean back, still watching you with matching, playful grins, drawing out the suspense. Seungmin whispers, “Maybe we should see who breaks first, her or us?” Lee Know pretends to ponder, then shrugs, “I already know it’s going to be her.” You roll your eyes, cheeks already warming, and finally signal for them to begin.
They each take a Pepero stick, leaning in from either side, the air between you all crackling with anticipation. Lee Know’s gaze is intense and teasing, while Seungmin tries to match his seriousness but keeps breaking into soft giggles. The three of you inch closer, and the game turns into a battle of wills Lee Know is determined, Seungmin is biting back laughter, and you are fighting the urge to squirm away from the growing tension.
Just as your lips are about to meet in the middle, Seungmin can’t hold it in any longer. He bursts into laughter, breaking his Pepero stick and sending a shower of crumbs onto all three of you. Lee Know groans theatrically, flopping back against the couch in defeat, but the corners of his mouth twitch with a barely hidden smile. You can’t help it, you dissolve into laughter too, doubling over as the tension breaks, the room echoing with your giggles.
Lee Know slings his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. Seungmin wipes away a tear of laughter, still grinning. The three of you stay tangled together on the couch, the teasing and warmth lingering long after the game ends.
Sunshine Twins (Han & Felix x y/n) - Strawberry & Blueberry
You’re all cross-legged on the floor, Han on one side and Felix on the other, both practically buzzing with excitement. Two Pepero sticks are balanced between your lips, and the boys can’t stop giggling as they get ready. Felix flashes you a bright grin, eyes sparkling, “We’re totally going to nail this, you know.” Han leans in, voice teasing but soft, “Only because we absolutely love our girl.”
You try to steady your breathing, cheeks already tingling from anticipation and their infectious energy. At your nod, each of them picks up their side of a Pepero stick. The second they start nibbling closer, the room fills with breathless laughter. Han’s eyes sparkle with mischief as he pulls a series of silly faces, puffed cheeks, exaggerated winks, and even a cross-eyed stare just to make you and Felix laugh. Felix, meanwhile, is hopelessly endeared, his deep, melodic giggle rumbling from his chest every time Han does something ridiculous.
You’re barely holding it together, giggles bubbling up as the three of you inch closer and closer. The sticks grow shorter, faces draw near, and the world narrows to the pink of Han’s cheeks and the warmth in Felix’s eyes. For a split second, it feels like you might actually make it to the middle until Han cracks up, breaking his Pepero stick and sending crumbs flying everywhere.
Felix’s laughter rings out just as loudly, and he immediately scoots close, wrapping his arms around both you and Han in a tight, joyful hug. “We might not have won,” Han says, still breathless from laughing, “but this was the best round.” Felix presses a soft kiss to your temple, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. Han leans in to plant a sweet kiss on your cheek, his nose nuzzling against your skin before he pulls back with a fond grin.
The three of you stay huddled together on the floor, surrounded by crumbs, warmth, and the sound of lingering giggles. In that moment, with two boys you adore clinging to you and each other, you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.
HyunChan (Hyunjin & Bang Chan x y/n) - Dark Chocolate & Tiramisu
You’re standing in the middle of the room, two Pepero sticks balanced between your lips, Hyunjin on one side and Bang Chan on the other. Lee Know stands behind you, arms wrapped snugly around your waist, holding you firmly in place. “Don’t even think about running, y/n,” he whispers in your ear, his grip gentle but unyielding. The anticipation is almost too much, and you can feel your cheeks burning already.
Hyunjin is all effortless allure, his gaze locked on yours, every move slow and confident, lips curled in a smirk as he leans in toward his Pepero stick. Bang Chan, determined to be just as sexy, gives you his best sultry stare, but you can see the way his brows knit together, overthinking every step. His mix of intensity and nervousness sends butterflies fluttering through your stomach, making you giggle and flush even harder.
At your nod, both boys begin nibbling their Pepero sticks, closing the distance with each bite. Hyunjin’s eyes never leave yours, his presence magnetic and self-assured. Chan’s eyes dart from your lips to your eyes and back, the tiniest uncertain smile breaking through his serious expression. The closer they get, the more your heart races. Lee Know’s arms keep you from backing away, grounding you in the moment.
When the sticks are nearly gone, Hyunjin’s lips brush the corner of your mouth, and Chan hesitates for just a second before finally closing the last gap. The Pepero sticks snap, and with Lee Know still holding you steady, Hyunjin’s hand finds the back of your head, and Chan cups your cheek, both of them pulling you into a dizzying, breathless three-way kiss. You’re left giggling and glowing, surrounded by their warmth and Lee Know’s lingering hold.
ChangJeong (Changbin & I.N x y/n) - Cookies & Cream & Peanut
The three of you are nestled together on a cozy pile of pillows on the floor, the room aglow with soft light and the low hum of laughter. Changbin sits to your left, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, while I.N, wide-eyed and playful, takes his spot on your right. You carefully balance two Pepero sticks between your lips, glancing at both boys with feigned seriousness.
Changbin leans in, bumping his shoulder against yours. “Ready for this, Innie?” he teases, earning a burst of giggles from I.N. “Just don’t eat the whole thing in one bite, hyung!” I.N fires back, his nerves quickly melting into excitement.
At your signal, both boys each take a Pepero stick and start nibbling toward you. Changbin tries to keep his expression cool, but he can’t resist making goofy faces, waggling his eyebrows, crossing his eyes, and puffing out his cheeks. I.N’s nervousness is gone, replaced by pure joy as he giggles at Changbin’s antics, his own laughter contagious and sweet. With every little bite, the three of you inch closer, the room filled with the sound of breathless giggles and the rustle of pillows.
By the time the sticks are nearly gone, you’re laughing so hard you can barely keep the Pepero between your teeth. In one final burst of giggles, you lose your balance and tumble backward into the soft cushion of pillows. Changbin and I.N exchange a quick glance and then immediately pounce, collapsing beside you with matching grins.
Before you can recover, they start showering you with playful, affectionate kisses. Changbin peppers your cheeks and forehead, his laughter rumbling against your skin, while I.N gently presses kisses to your nose, your jaw, and your temple, squealing with delight each time you squirm. “You lost the game, y/n. This is your penalty!” Changbin declares, giggling.
You’re left breathless and beaming, surrounded by the two of them, your faces flushed and your hearts full. The three of you stay tangled in the pillows, basking in the warmth of the moment, the world narrowed to soft laughter, sweet kisses, and the feeling of being completely adored.
Blurb- 'How long have I been here?' you muttered to your reflection in the mirror.
It doesn't look like... you, your words don't match your reflection. It stares back at you with an accusing gaze.
'And how long until I'm completely nothing'
‘Another day, lets make it great’ You muttered to yourself, wiping the crust from your eyes.
You’re brushing your teeth when your eyes glanced to your phone lying on the counter and widened slightly
One year.
You pause, toothbrush hovering uselessly in your mouth, staring at your reflection in recognition. Foam slips down your chin. You wipe it away, eyes narrowing.
A year since what, exactly?
Since you officially joined the team.Since your contract started. Since the first fitting where Chan apologized every five minutes for “making things complicated” while standing perfectly still and doing exactly what you asked.
The feeling in your chest was off. Flutters of…uncertainty.
For some reason the date sits oddly in your chest.
You rinse your mouth and lean closer to the mirror.
You look the same as always, tired in a familiar way, dark circles earned by long nights of sketching and sewing. Nothing about you feels new. Nothing feels old enough to be uncomfortable either.
You straighten, grab your phone from the counter, and unlock it.
The notification is waiting.
🎉 ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY 🎉Dinner tonight: don’t pretend you forgot- Hyunjin
You smile widely.
It wasn't something you expected to happen. Like every other gig you went in, did your job and the celebrity never spoke to you or even looked your way. The boys made it hard to stay at arms length. They were bubbly, talkative, and often vented to you when they couldn't to anybody else. You bonded quickly. Your friendship bloomed and solidified.
They love celebrating things. Birthdays, milestones, anniversaries that don’t technically need a celebration but get one anyway. It’s part of how they move through the world and bonded together, loudly and with intention.
You type back a quick response.
You: I wouldn’t dare
A reply comes almost instantly.
Hyunjin: good. Chan already ordered the cake
Makes sense, he took his role seriously on stage and off stage.
You slip your phone into your pocket and head out into the hallway.
The dorm is already buzzing.
Music flutters in from the living room, loud, bass booming, something Changbin insists helps him think. You never understood how he could focus when it felt like your brain was going to beat out of your skull. Someone’s laughing hysterically at something. The smell of coffee merges with the group's favorite candle and whatever Seungmin burned in the toaster.
It’s familiar, it was comfortable, it's been your home for the past few months. After an especially rough night the boys, hours of venting and crying you fell asleep there. One night after the other you just slowly merged and transitioned into living with them. Not as their fashion designer but as their friend.
You step into the living room, pausing just inside the doorway. Eight bodies occupy the room in various states of motion and sprawl. Chan stands behind the counter with his laptop open his hair still damp from a shower. Felix and Han are on the couch, heads bent together over a phone giggling at something. Hyunjin lounges on the floor with his back against the table, notebook in his lap scribbling whatever it is he is was working on. Lee Know sits on the arm of a chair, scrolling on his phone. Changbin paces around the room humming to himself. Seungmin leans against the couch beside Hyunjin, eyes closed and head tilled back. I.N lounged on the love seat, legs dangling off the side of the chair.
“Morning,” you say.
The word barely leaves your mouth before it’s echoed back at you from everybody..
“Morning!”
“You’re up early.”
“Did you sleep?”
“You look tired.”
Felix pops up first, crossing the room excitedly. He grins at you, bright and open, like he always does. “Coffee?”
“Please,” you say. “If it’s still hot.”
He laughs and hands you a mug. You take a sip and sigh. “You came straight from heaven. Bless you.”
Chan looks up from his laptop. “You’re coming to the studio with us today, right?”
“Yeah,” you say. “I’ve got the last bit of alterations to finish.”
Hyunjin tilts his head, head nodding to the clothing rack near the wall. “Didn’t you already finish those?”
You shrug. “Touch-ups.”
He nods, accepting it easily. “Right.”
It’s the kind of half-conversation that happens a dozen times a day, small and forgettable.
-
The studio hums with quiet beats.
You set up at the long table near the mirrors, laying out fabric swatches and sketches with ease. This part of your job is almost meditative, yes it's tedious but in your opinion that was the best time to zone out and do what you loved. They typically left you alone to work. Occasionally asking your opinion on a verse or a dance move.
They trust you. That’s the thing.
You learned early on that trust isn’t just given out. It’s built in small moments. Chan holding still when you ask, even when he’s restless. Lee Know letting you adjust something without commentary. Felix being anxious of the pins and needles but trusting you to not stick him.
You didn't take that trust for granted.
As they rehearsed, you worked, occasionally glancing up to check in with them. The choreography is rough today, a lot of energy was required to make it work. Sweat lingered in the air. The room fills with breath and sound.
You make notes on your tablet, snapping reference photos when something catches your eye. Felix shoes slip mid-spin. Hyunjin’s sleeves riding up just enough to shift his sleeve to an awkward shape. Seungmin’s jacket pulling awkwardly when he turns.
Later, during a break, you sit back and scroll through the photos.Make mental notes on changes need to be made.
That’s when you notice it.
It’s nothing dramatic. Just a moment where you double glance.
The photo is from last summer. The boys are clustered together, sweaty and grinning, arms slung over each other's shoulders. You remember the day. Or at least, you remember thinking you remembered it.
You zoom in slightly.
There’s space beside Chan. Not enough to be obvious. Just enough that the composition feels… off.
You tilt your head, studying it.
‘Wasn't I in this picture’ You internally questioned.
Maybe you stepped out of frame. It happens all the time.
You swipe to the next image.
Another picture. Different day. Different outfits.
Again, the spacing feels strange. Like something was supposed to be there that's missing.
Your chest tightens, just a little strange.
You laugh under your breath. “I need more sleep.”
You lock the tablet and stand, stretching. The feeling fades as quickly as it came, drowned out by the rush of the day.
By the time you leave the studio,it's nothing but a passing thought.
-
Dinner is loud.
The boys always insisted on ordering too much food. The table barely contains it all. The containers lay stacked, the plates overlapping each other.
Chan clears his throat, tapping his fork against his glass until the noise dies down.
“Okay…okay. Um.” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck like he always does when he’s suddenly aware of all the attention on him. “I’m bad at this, so I’ll keep it short.”
He glances around the table once before looking back at you.
“A year ago, things were… rough,” he says. “We were busy, stressed, running on no sleep, and honestly not doing a great job of taking care of ourselves or each other.” He shrugs. “We still aren’t, but that’s not the point.”
A few quiet chuckles ripple through the room.
“You came in and just handled it. Like it was normal. Like we weren’t a problem you had to fix.” His voice softens. “You made things easier. Softer.”
He lifts his glass.
“I don’t think we ever really said thank you. For putting up with us. For never judging us.”
There’s a pause, before he adds smiling, before lifting his glass slightly higher towards you.
“And for staying..”
“Cheers,” he says.
Glasses clink. The moment passes.
Later, you’ll remember the way he said staying, not wrong, exactly.
Just heavier than it needed to be.
-
There’s a cake.
Red Velvet, layered, topped with candles. Your favorite.
“For you,” Hyunjin says, sliding it toward you.
You blink. “You didn’t have to.”
Chan waves you off. “It’s been a year. That’s important.”
The word settles oddly in your chest.
You smile despite it.
They sing. Badly. You blow out the candles as cheers and teasing erupt. Someone snaps photos. Someone else complains about the lighting.
You feel warm. Included.
This is what a year looks like, you think. Messy and loud and loving.
Later, when you excuse yourself to bed, no one protests. No one insists you stay longer. It’s really late. Tomorrow is an early day.
Typical.
-
Your room is quiet.
You kick off your shoes and drop onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. The weight of the day still surrounds you warmly. You pull out your phone, scrolling idly through the photos from dinner.
They’re nice. Blurry in places, badly framed, full of movement.
You swipe through them once.
Then again. Blinking.
In most of them your face is off… blurred or entirely not in frame.
In one, your shoulder is visible at the edge of the frame. In another, your hand, mid-gesture. In most, you’re either turned away or caught in motion, face never shown fully.
You frown.
“Guess I was busy,” you murmur.
You don’t remember being that busy.
You lock your phone, placing it on the charger and getting comfortable in bed.
The thought doesn’t linger.
-
It isn’t until much later when the dorm has gone quiet and the world has narrowed to the sound of your own breathing, that something rattles you enough to sit up.
You’re not sure what woke you. It wasn't noise or a nightmare. Just a sense of wrongness.
You reach for your phone, the screen lighting up the dark.
On impulse, you open your gallery again. Maybe it has something to do with the photos.
This time, you scroll further back.
Months blur together. Rehearsals. Airports. Birthdays you vaguely remember attending. Group selfies taken at odd angles.
In many of them, you’re absent.
Not missing, Just… not there.
You stop.
There’s a figure beside Felix in one image. Shorter. Dressed in black. Face turned toward him.
Blurred.
Not like motion blur. Not like a camera struggling to focus. Or a bad angle.
Like someone smudged it after. Erase it purposely.
Your heart beats a little faster.
You pinch the screen, zooming in. The blur holds, sort of unnatural.
“What the-,” you whisper.
You lock the phone.
Your reflection stares back at you from the dark screen.
You lie back down.
Sleep comes slowly.
-
The next morning, you wake with the uneasy feeling already fading, dulled by routine and noise. By the time you step into the kitchen the coffee is almost fully gone, souring your already tired mood.
Chan looks up from the counter. “You sleep okay?”
“Yeah,” you say. “Just tired.”
He nods, acceptly.
Nothing feels wrong.
Not yet.
But as you pass the fridge, your eyes catch on the bunny magnet holding up the schedule. The schedule you spend hours carefully writing out to stop the chaos from forming.
The handwriting on the bottom corner isn’t yours.
You’re sure of that.
You stand there for a moment longer than necessary, staring at it.
Then Changbin barrels past you, complaining about rehearsal times, and the moment slips away.
Just like everything else seems to be doing
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Making a tag list!!! Lmk if you want to be added!!
Hi hi!! you wanted text fix requests yesterday but I only saw it now so 😝! Imagine how cute it would be if SKZ members accidentally confessed to reader by like ranting to reader (when they thought it was another member) about how the reader did some mundane thing that made their heart race 😭 like accidentally brushing hands or like the reader sneezed cutely or something ?? Love your text fics and have a good night!!!
skz accidentally confesses
cw: mentions of mature content MDNI, skz being embarrassed, fem reader, fluff, crack, swearing
a.n - thank you for reading my fics !! i loved this request and i love you <3
Minho was bored. And not just the basic boredom that comes with a dull day. No, Minho was excruciatingly, unapologetically, desperately bored. He stared at the ceiling and contemplated calling you. The fight between the two of you was still fresh and new. New enough that he knew better than to try to contact you. The argument was over something petty. Minho knew he should have already apologized by now, but he was stubborn. Almost as stubborn as you were.
He drug his hands down over his face and let out an exacerbated sigh. His head fell to the side and he saw your pillow laying next to him. Pink satin pillowcase. Such a princess, he thought.
Minho took one hand to the pillow and gripped it softly, just how you liked it. He missed you. He missed your smell, he missed your taste. God, he even missed the way you yelled at him. Something about your voice hitched up to a higher tone made the blood rush to his dick every time.
“You’re turned on by this?! We’re fighting!” you’d say. And Minho would respond with a smug can’t help it, babe.
Which was the truth, he really couldn’t help it. The was you’d look when you’re flustered, your face turning red, biting your lip in frustration. You just looked so goddamn cute, he was powerless against you
Minho turned on his side and continued to stroke the soft satin. The gentle fabric against his fingertips caused a sudden pulse in his boxer shorts. He glanced down at his groin, the back at the pillow next to him. He shrugged and let out a firm what the hell? before propping himself up on his knees, already pulling down his boxer shorts just enough that his semi-hard shaft starting to push its way out. He strongly tugged at the silk lined pillow and positioned it in between his open thighs. He lifted himself up just enough to tuck the pillow halfway beneath him.
Minho smirked at the sight of your soft, pink pillow underneath his cock and balls. This certainly wasn't his first time grinding onto something smooth and plush like this. This was, however, the first time he had ever used something of yours. What would you think of him? What if you came home right now and saw him in such a predicament? The thought drove him wild. He threw his head back and began to move his hips back and forth at a slow and even pace. Lazily he let his ever-growing cock slide across the supple fabric of the pillow. His tip began to tingle and leak but Minho continued his pace, unhurried.
But soon the listless pace became too much and he could feel the heat from inside urging him to push harder, to go deeper. Minho bucked his hips and sprang into a rutting motion. His body launched into a rhythm that he no longer had control over. His mind was taking a backseat to what his cock wanted to do. His body jerked forward and both his hands gripped the pillow for more leverage. Grunts and groans were bouncing off the walls of the bedroom you shared as Minho began to reach his climax.
Take it. Take it. Yes, like that. Come on, princess, I know you can do it. Take. it. All.
Minho moaned under his breath. The words like a mantra as he persisted, his hips fully rutting and crushing into the mattress now.
His orgasm poured out of him mercilessly. The pink satin now drenched in the mess he had made. Minho fell back onto the mattress and let out a sigh of relief. He chuckled to himself at how out of control he had gotten over a simple pillow. Then he saw the stained mess he had left.
today is so depressing and scary and I was wondering if I could request some binnie gurt and comfort with the couple from the light in your eyes? ty in advance and take care ❤🩹
Pairing: Changbin/Reader (gender not mentioned, but this does reference the Light of Your Eyes couple)
Genre: drabble; established relationship; hurt/comfort
Summary: Sometimes everything is wrong...everything but him.
Content warnings: PG for content, but all my work is 18+ (minors, DNI); descriptions of feelings of deep unhappiness; implied dissociation; emotional catharsis; tears; hugs and being HELD 🥺❤
Word Count: ~500
Author's Note: Here you are, Anon! Today is indeed bleak, and I hope this helps even a tiny bit. Please take care of yourself, my friend.
Precious readers and moots: If any of you find yourself feeling hurt, despondent, and unsafe and need someone to turn to, please feel free to message me or send me an ask. Don't let anyone or anything induce you to doubt that you are so incredibly deserving of being seen and held.
You, each and every one of you, are so loved and worthy of it. 🧜💜
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. I do not own the characters or situations depicted and make no money from this work.
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It’s not raining - in fact, there’s not a cloud in the sky. The autumn air is crisp and clear and the leaves hang brightly and decadently on the branches of the trees as you stand at your own front door. You can feel your features tugging downward in dejection, your body aching and shivering with the deep sort of unhappiness that feels like a chill as you hesitate to take your misery over the threshold.
It's not raining, but it should be. Pouring. Thunder rumbling somewhere afar as you stand in the torrent. Then at least it would feel right, and maybe you would feel like you belonged in that body, standing in that place instead of whatever this is - with the sunshine and the calls of the migrating geese.
Your lip trembles and your heart hammers with the adrenaline of anger and pain...
And then you remember.
He’d asked you not to do this to yourself, said that he wanted it. To share it.
So you curse at the sun and the gentle breeze and turn your key in the lock.
“Bin?” You call instantly, desperately, kicking off your shoes and tossing away your bag.
“Bin!” You drop your coat in the hall as your legs carry you with stumbling steps to his home studio.
When you open the door, he’s already halfway out of his chair with his headphones around his neck, dark lovely eyes wide behind his black-rimmed glasses, and when you reach for him he sinks back down and pulls you over his lap.
Strong arms circle your waist as his head tilts against yours where you press your face into the crook of his neck.
One of his hands splays over your back as he rubs it in wide, soothing circles. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, that will come later. Right now he holds you.
Some wrongs can’t be righted. Not by you. Life can be terribly unfair. It can be downright cruel. But you can be afraid and angry and confused and sad…and in his arms.
Releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, your tears silently begin to fall.
He kisses into your hair.
His body is sturdy and soft and you breathe in cologne and detergent and the scent of his skin and you feel his chest expand and contract, silently beckoning your own to match its steady pace where you're pressed against him.
His presence washes over you and draws you in - deeper, softer. Safer.
Safe. Held. Of nothing required.
One of your hands slides up to tangle your fingers in the dark curls at the back of his head.
And then you’re not wishing for rain anymore. The warmth and peace feel like they belong to you - to your body, to your soul - even in your grief.
“I love you,” comes his gentle, deep murmur.
Not in placation, but in promise.
When you find your words again you’ll whisper those three in return, as you always do. But until then, and in every moment hideous or lovely thereafter, you’ll reach for Changbin, and he will hold you.
Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), established relationship
Summary: Jisung invited his partner to a performance of his group, but he wasn't expecting them to dress up for him. Who could blame him for needing them right then and there?
WC: 1.5k
Warnings: public sex, dry humping, ass grinding, cum marking, reader is wearing a skirt. All things considered, it's pretty tame
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This was all Han Jisung's fault, he knew that himself. He was the one with the prettiest partner known to man. He was the one who invited them backstage at the music show that he and the boys were performing at. And it was his fault for being down so astronomically bad that just the sight of them wearing that cute little skirt had him hard in his pants. On stage and everything.
You, on the other hand, were completely innocent in the matter. Sure, you'd worn Jisung's favorite skirt but that was because it went so well with the top you'd gotten for the concert, an outfit meant to match one of his stage fits. It wasn't anything that any other fan wouldn't have done. Even if the skirt was a little short and flashed your ass if you moved too carelessly. And even if you knew that Jeongin had caught a glimpse of your panties on more than one occasion before they went on. No, you had nothing but the purest intentions.
When Jisung came off stage, he was sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead and face flushed from the exertion. You beamed at him, smile so brought and adoring.
"You guys were amazing." You insisted, leaning to kiss him. He melted against your lips, passing his mic off to a staff member and gripping at your hips to pull you closer. You were hyper aware of his members scoffing and teasing him for being obsessed with you, but it was hard to think about that when his tongue was sliding past your lips and pressing against yours, stealing your breath.
"Sungie," You whined against his lips until he finally put a bit of space between you. His eyes were dark, and you could feel his length pressing against you where he pulled your hips towards his. "There's people,"
Your words were barely a whisper, and he nearly pouted. Damn all of these people for being in his way. His members had gone off to their changing room as usual, so it was just staff milling around. He slid his hand into yours, pulling you away, down a hall and around a corner, weaving through halls until you were far enough away that you could only barely hear the bustling of everyone.
Jisung crowded you against the wall, his lips descending onto your neck and latching onto the soft skin. You whined, gripping at his shirt with one hand, and his hair with the other. He sucked on the spot, teeth grazing and pulling at your skin until he was satisfied with the mark blooming there. His. He needed to make sure that was clear.
"What's gotten into you?" You asked, half giggling at his behavior. Your boyfriend was obsessed with you, and you were obsessed with him, it was a mutual exchange for the both of you, but he could - much to your own surprise - generally keep himself in check better than this.
"You look so pretty, baby." He praised, kissing you again, lips hungry and harsh against yours, fast enough that you could barely keep up. His hands slid up your sides, pushing under your shirt and making it ride up your stomach. "Needed to feel you so bad."
You tipped your head back, letting him kiss down your neck, down the heavy dip of your shirt, and then back up again. He took his time, fingers tracing up to push your shirt over your chest. You gasped softly, hand flying up to cover your mouth.
You nudged him back with your elbow, moving to tug your shirt back down.
"There's people, Ji. We'll get caught."
He shook his head, pushing your clothes out of the way until he could latch his mouth over one of your nipples. You squirmed, biting back a moan.
"No they won't, baby. Just gotta keep quiet. Gonna be so fast and then I can take you home. Just need you first, have to have you now." He leaned down, suckling at your nipple again, his hands pressing you firmly against the wall as you writhed under the attention. Then he switched to the other, giving it the same attention until they were both pebbled so pretty and glistening with his spit.
You felt vulnerable, mostly because you were, but you'd be lying if you said that it wasn't doing anything for you. You were aching for his touch, desire burning in the pit of your stomach as he continued to kiss down your stomach. Then he stood up straight, pulling away and using his grip on your hips to turn you around.
He pushed your front against the wall, listening to the whimper you let out when your nipples dragged against the cold wall. He pulled your ass back towards him, flipping your skirt up to expose your panty clad ass. He reached down, kneading the flesh and tugging your panties up until they slid between your cheeks, exposing even more of you to his prying eyes.
"Fucking look at you. All mine." He slapped your ass hard, your knees nearly buckling as you jerked away from it, and the sound feeling loud enough in the quiet corridor to deafen you. You felt another wave of arousal at the knowledge that someone could walk around the corner at any moment to find one of their star idols defiling you like you were nothing right there in the hall.
"Jisung, please," You whined, looking back over your shoulder at him. He pulled his shirt up, exposing his toned stomach and undid his pants. He pushed them down enough to expose his aching cock to the cool air. He hissed, reaching around you and holding out his palm. You obediently spit into it, and then he did the same, using it to slick up his cock with slow, deliberate tugs. You whined, wiggling back at him, and in return he slapped your ass again.
"Calm down, baby, I'm coming." He promised. He crowded closer to you, guiding his length under the soft material of your panties, the length of his dick sliding against your ass, and you hummed in satisfaction. You weren't greedy, after all, you just wanted to feel him, and this had been one of Jisung's favorite ways to get off for as long as the two of you had been together.
He rutted forward, fucking his cock against your ass, your cheeks hugging his length and making him grunt against your shoulder. He knew he needed to be fast, no matter how much the idea turned him on, he wasn't sure he wanted the two of you to be caught in a position like this.
"Sungie," You whined, dragging his hand down your side, pushing it under your skirt to play with you. He listened without hesitation, skilled fingers working you up in perfect time with his frantic thrusts until the both of you were barely hanging in. You twisted around to sloppily press your lips to his, letting your tongues meet and hush the gasping whines that were slipping out between the two of you.
He pulled you closer with a tight grip around your waist, his hips stuttering against your ass and your legs shaking as he unflinchingly drove you to your orgasm. Your fingertips dragged against the wall, clinging to it like a lifeline to keep you from collapsing under his touch. The broken, choked back moan of his name that you let out was too much for Jisung. Before you knew it, he was spilling his load along your ass, soaking your panties in his seed and hissing as he pulled away from you. It was sticky and wet and almost too warm as you came back to your senses, but the knowledge that he had been driven so crazy by you that he'd had to mark you immediately was enough to make you not care about the way it was probably going to soak through your pretty skirt.
"We should go back," You said, turning around to kiss him again. He hummed against your lips, possessive hands pulling at your waist and pinning you against the wall all over again. You gently pushed on his shoulders.
"I have to go home before everyone sees your cum on my ass." You said. "And we have to go before everyone starts wondering where their super ultra famous idol is at."
He blushed at your overly generous praise, but he nodded anyway.
"I'll meet you in the back and we can go home. Knowing you're covered in my cum is gonna make me hard again." He dropped his head against your shoulder, and you giggled, pushing him off of you one more time.
"Go. Tell the boys I said they did great, by the way. Didn't get a chance before you defiled me in the middle of the venue."
He grinned, all too proud of himself for getting you in such a precarious position, and even more proud that at the end of the day, he got to take take you home and do it all over again in the comfort of your shared apartment. Who could really blame him for being whipped over his absolutely perfect partner?
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