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I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE

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I NEED A JEONGIN AUDIO PLEASEEEE (i love your audios, i love u)

JEONGIN - SMUT AUDIO

Jeongin felt a sudden rush of heat..

Alone, he took a deep breath, trying to calm both, his racing heart as his thoughts kept drifting back to you..

The one who had caught his attention lately.

The feeling was intense, and he quickly let himself process these thoughts in his own way.

I LOVE YOU TOOOOO<333

[minsbaee]

TW ~ moaning, slapping sounds, whining (i think)

MINORS DNI

first req for @gnabnahc9100 🫶

whenever changbin asked seungmin to get him something, seungmin always stuck out his tongue and said no. changbin got annoyed and decided to put the bratty puppy in his place :(

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[midnight0sun]

Defending Your Honor

OT8 x fem!reader

Word Count: 4,703

Summary: He defends you when another man disrespects you

Content: Sexism, mansplaining, generally men being douches, the boys standing up for you, fluff (?), swearing

A/N: We love men standing up for women. Some of them have different type!reader, so I just marked them individually. I'm not wildly proud of Han's, but I was struggle bussing and didn't want that one scene to hold up the post, so here it is. NOT PROOFREAD

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Chan x fem!reader:

It’s a hot summer day and you and Chan are going on a little coffee date. You decide to wear your new sundress that fits you just right while still feeling flowy and breathable. Chan steps up to the counter to order first. 

“Hi, what can I get for you?” The young male barista smiles, meeting Chans gaze. 

“Can I have an iced americano and then whatever she wants.” He gestures for you to step up and order as well. 

The barista looks down at his tablet to input the order before looking back up at you. However, his eyes don’t go up as high as they should, his gaze sitting just below your shoulders. Deciding to ignore it, you clear your throat to order, “Uh, can I have—“ 

Chan cuts you off, deciding not to ignore it, “Oi, mate. Her eyes are up here.”

The barista’s eyes snap up, his face getting two shades pinker. He clears his throat, “Right! Sorry.” 

Chan steps slightly closer, his hand resting on the small of your back, “Sorry to cut you off, love. Please continue.” 

You give a polite smile, your gaze not meeting either of theirs, “Can I just have an iced latte?”

The barista stiffly nods, making sure his gaze doesn’t wander in even the slightest. “Anything else?” 

“No thanks.” Chan steps forward to pay, his hand never leaving your back. 

As the barista scurries away and you two walk over to a table, you nudge Chan on the shoulder. “You could have ignored it you know.” 

Chan looks at you like you just told him the world ended, “I absolutely could not.”

“He’s like a teenager.” 

“Even better for him to learn now that he shouldn’t look at women like that. I don’t care who they are, no one gets to disrespect you, ever.” 

You press a quick kiss to his lips. “My hero.” 

Lee Know x wife!reader: 

Lee Know is out drinking with a group of guys he doesn’t really know well. He only came because his friend invited him along, failing to mention the other four guys that would be joining. They are sitting around a table, several beers in while Lee Know is only finishing up his first, and they are telling a bunch of stupid jokes. Lee Know has been tuned out for most of the conversation, letting the noise go in one ear and out the other, giving a courtesy chuckle here and there.

“Yeah, Lee Know’s got a wife.” 

Lee Know perks up, confused as to why you were brought up. 

“Oh you’ll probably like this one,” A larger guy sitting across from Lee Know gives a crooked smile, pleased with whatever he is about to say. “What do you call a woman who lost 95% of her intelligence?” Lee Know's jaw tightens. “Divorced!” The group starts laughing, but Lee Know just stares at the man.

“I don’t get it.” Lee Know’s voice is deadly serious, catching the men off guard. 

“What?”

“I don’t get it. Why are we laughing?” 

“Well, I said what do you—“

“No, I heard you. I just don’t get what’s so funny.” 

The man blinks, clearly not used to push back. “Well—I…it was just a joke, you know.” 

“No I don’t know. Explain it to me.” Lee Know leans forward ever so slightly, hands folded neatly on the table as if this was an interrogation. The other men have gone silent. 

“I-I don’t…” The man stutters, “Why do you care so much man?!” 

“I just don’t understand why we are laughing at the idea of demeaning women.” 

“It was just a joke. Chill out.” 

“But jokes are supposed to be funny and you have yet to explain to me why it is funny.” The man sputters unable to come up with anything. Lee Know straightens up, his sober mind working much faster than the drunk ones around him. “Unless there isn’t a reason and you are just laughing because it makes you feel like less of a terrible person for looking down on women. But honestly, I think it should make you feel worse. If you’re going to be a chauvinist asshole, you might as well man up and own it, but you are so insecure that you don’t even have the balls to do that. Instead, you get drunk and laugh about it when you think no one who cares is listening. You know, I might have missed the joke since I was practically zoned out, but you felt the need to gain my attention specifically because, for some unknown reason, you thought that because I’m male I would be sexist just like you. Unfortunately for you, I actually see women as people and understand that it’s wrong to make demeaning comments and laugh as if it wasn’t a big deal. And honestly, I might not have been quite as upset—though I still would have called you out—if you hadn’t mentioned my wife, but clearly you aren’t the smartest. Maybe you should change your joke. Instead of the answer being divorced, you should say that she married you. Speaking of which, I can actively feel my brain cells dying simply by being around you, so I’m going to go home to my incredible amazing wife who is incredibly smart and really the best thing that has ever happened to me. Maybe one day you’ll get sober and lonely enough to realize that you could have that too if you started treating women with respect like the actual human beings they are. But until then, please never talk to me again.” Lee Know takes the last sip of his beer before standing up and leaving without so much as a second thought. 

Changbin x fem!reader: 

You are working out with Changbin, doing RDLs when you notice a man nearby. You keep catching his gaze through the mirror, although instead of meeting your eyes, his gaze is fixed far too low for your liking. Your form gets a little stiffer as you feel uncomfortable under his stare and Changbin immediately notices. 

“What’s wrong?” He looks at you concerned. 

Your eyes unconsciously flick back to the man before focusing on Changbin, “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” 

But Changbin saw where your eyes went and he is in fact going to worry about it. Suddenly, he turns around taking a step towards the man behind you, “Hey, man. If you want help with your form, you could just ask instead of staring at me.”

The man stiffens up at having been acknowledged. “I wasn’t looking at you.” 

“Oh? Are you sure?” Changbin’s voice gets ever so slightly louder, “Because that would mean you were staring at my girlfriend and I know you don’t want to get in a fight right here and now.” He flexes a little to emphasize his point. 

The man’s eyes go wide, highly aware of the few people around who caught wind of the not so subtle comment. “I-I…Uh I just zoned out…sorry.” 

“Yeah, well, zone out looking in a different direction next time.” 

He nods vigorously before collecting his weights and moving to workout somewhere else entirely. When he’s gone, Changbin turns back to see you staring at him with a smirk. 

“What?” 

“You are really going to fight a man in the middle of a gym?” You cross your arms. 

“For you? I’d do anything.” 

“Really?” He nods with a proud smile. “Even like doing the dishes when we get home?” You say giddily. 

His smile falters, “I set myself up for that one didn’t I?” 

“Yup!” You press a quick kiss to his cheek before finishing your workout. 

Hyunjin x actress!reader: 

Ever since you and Hyunjin started dating, you have been asked to do joint interviews. Today you are supposed to be doing an interview promoting your new movie that features a Stray Kids song. 

You two sit down and greet the interviewer, give the basics of who you are and what you do. The interviewer asks Hyunjin a few questions about Stray Kids and the song. He turns to you and compliments your outfit, asking who made it. You don’t think much of it, taking the opportunity to be a good brand ambassador and promote the company. However, he turns his attention back to Hyunjin without any actual questions about the movie to you. A few more questions pass with Hyunjin before it bounces back to you. 

“So, Y/N. Let’s talk a bit about the movie.”

Finally! You think. 

“What’s your favorite outfit you wear during it? After all, the setting does lend itself to some potential for spectacular moments.” 

You give a tight smile, “Yes, there are spectacular moments. One of my favorite moments is during quite the dramatic scene in the rain. The main character has gone through a lot of transformation at this point and it is all sort of coming to a head—“

“Okay but what are you wearing in this moment? Surely your favorite outfit isn’t one soaked in water?” He gives a hardy laugh making Hyunjin furrow his brows.

“I think you cut her off before she could finish answering.” Hyunjin places a hand on your knee, his voice and demeanor staying professional.

“Right, sorry. Getting ahead of myself,” the interviewer politely nods for you to continue and you give a quick smile to Hyunjin as thanks. You finish describing the scene, taking a bit of time to talk through your character since he seems determined to not let you. When you finish he just kind of nods, “That’s nice but you never mentioned the outfit?” 

It takes everything in you not to roll your eyes and you feel Hyunjin squeeze your knee for reassurance. You settle for a tight smile, “I don’t want to spoil the surprise. Guess you’ll have to watch to find out.” 

The interviewer points and laughs, “Ah, sneaky. I see what you did there.” He turns back to Hyunjin. “So, let’s hear your thoughts on the movie. Tell us about some of your favorite moments.” 

Hyunjin looks between you and the interviewer, almost questioning Is that really all he’s gonna ask? But you just nod and smile, giving him a look that says Just answer. It’s fine. 

Hyunjin keeps his answer brief, “Well that scene she just mentioned is pretty good. Obviously, I’m a bit bias in that I like the scene with our song. Any scene with her really.” He smiles at you. 

The interviewer coo’s, “I suppose I should’ve guessed you would like any scene with her since she’s your girlfriend.” 

“Well she’s also an incredible actress. Even before we were dating, I always loved her work.” He replies without missing a beat.

“Guess it was love at first scene.” The man laughs, “What can you tell us about the story of the movie? How do the characters progress and interact?” 

“Me?” Hyunjin questions.

“Yeah,” the man chuckles like it was a no brainer 

“Well, she was in the movie, so she would probably have a better answer.” 

“You’ve watched it, no?” 

“Yes.”

“Well, then you can give us an audience perspective, see if the story comes off as intended.”

“How do you know the intended story? You’ve hardly asked her anything.” Hyunjin’s tone starts to become a little frustrated and you squeeze his hand to try and calm him.

The interview gives an awkward chuckle, “Well, I think most of our viewers know the plot, so you can give us an audience perspective.” 

“If you wanted an audience perspective, you could’ve just interviewed people outside the theatre.” 

“Well, you have a bit of an inside scoop, given that you are dating the main actress.” He points to you, yet keeps the question directed at Hyunjin. 

“So ask the main actress. That’s why we’re here right?” 

You cut in before Hyunjin can get any more riled up. “Do you have anymore questions about the song for him? Maybe he could give a bit more perspective on why they chose that song and how it fits the story of that particular scene?” 

The interviewer smiles, his tone a bit dismissive to you, “We discussed that a bit earlier, so I figured we could get a fuller picture—“ 

Hyunjin cuts him off, “If you don’t have anymore questions about the song and clearly you don’t want to ask her anything, then I think we’re done here.” He stands up and bows, leaving without even giving the interviewer a chance to respond. 

You also stand up and bow, “Thank you for inviting me to sit with Hyunjin on his interview. I hope we can have one for myself one day.” With a controlled smile, you follow your boyfriend out. Let’s just say you won’t be meeting with this interviewer again. 

Han x fem!reader: 

You are doing some spring cleaning and taking a bunch of boxes and bags full of stuff out of your house, some going to your car and others going to the curb. You are carrying a heavier box with a bunch of books when you hear someone call out to you. 

“Hey!” You look and see a man about your age walking past your driveway. He waves and smiles, walking up your driveway. “Let me help you lift that.” He picks up the box and places it in your open trunk. 

“Oh, uh thanks.” You give him an awkward smile. 

“You moving all these boxes alone?” He asks.

“Oh, no. My boyfriend is here too.” As if on cue, Han walks out carrying another box. He see’s the random man and sets down the box before joining your side. 

The man smiles, extending a hand to Han, “Hi, my name is Jong-un.” 

Han takes his hand, “Han, nice to meet you. Do you know each other?” 

“No, I just saw her struggling with a box and thought I would help. If you’ve got more I can help with those too.” 

“Oh, no, you don’t need to do that. We can handle the rest.” You give a polite smile, wanting the random man to go away. 

“Ah, come on. It’s no trouble. Leave the heavy lifting to the men, yeah?” He gives a hardy laugh, clapping Han on the back. “Would hate for a pretty little thing like you to hurt yourself.” 

You bite your lip, trying to keep at bare minimum a neutral expression. Han furrows his brows at the comment. “Why did you say it like that?” 

“Huh?” Jong-Un blinks at Han. “What do you mean?”

“You say it like she is weak or something.” 

“Well, I mean men are stronger than women. It’s not meant to be mean. It’s just a fact.” He shrugs. “So, I think women should leave the heavy lifting for men if they can’t handle it.” 

“She can handle it.” Han defends without missing a beat. “She is strong.” 

Jong-un huffs a small laugh, “I’m sure she is…for a woman.” 

Han straightens his posture and you can tell he is about to go on a rant, “For a woman? You say that like it’s a bad thing, like it’s something unimpressive. But you haven’t seen her lift anything. She is strong, in more ways than one. She can handle anything on her own. She doesn’t need help. But I choose to give help because I love her and she’s awesome and I want to make her life easier if I can. But she can handle it just fine. She lifted half these boxes by herself. She works out with me and can lift similar weight to me. So don’t call her ‘little’ or ‘weak’ like she is some fragile helpless thing. She is a strong independent woman and you will treat her as such.” He stands tall, despite being shorter than the man. “In fact, I’ll show you just how awesomely strong she is.” Han turns to you and jumps in your arms. You manage to catch him last minute, holding him up bridal style. “See, she can lift me just fine.” 

Not wanting to ruin his point, you steel yourself and hold him up, despite it actually being a bit of a struggle. 

“Let’s go inside. I’m tired of this loser.” Han directs you, causing you to turn and trudge back inside. Han glares at the man over your shoulder as you disappear inside. 

As soon as you are out of sight, you immediately drop Han to the ground, causing him to squeak in surprise. You let out a huff, hands resting on your knees. “While I really appreciate you standing up for me, I’m not actually that strong you know.” 

He stands up, “What do you mean? You carried me all the way inside.” 

“Barely. Do you know how heavy you are?” 

He gasps, “I just defended your honor, calling you strong and independent and you repay me by calling me fat?” 

You glare at him, “You made me carry you back inside.” 

“To prove a point!” 

You roll your eyes, “Okay Prince Charming, let’s finish moving these boxes so we can be done.”

“I got it!” He spends the rest of the afternoon carrying most of the boxes for you while consistently reminding you that he is doing it because he loves you and not because he thinks you’re weak. You smile at his goofy nature, happy to let him lift boxes while you sit and watch. 

Felix x gamer!reader: 

Felix is finishing up a game of league when you pop your head in, “Hey love, are you playing right now?” 

He slips off one headphone, eyes still on the screen, “Yeah, but I can pause. What’s up?” 

“Oh no, I was just wondering if I can join you?” 

He smiles, “Of course you can.” 

“Let me go grab my coffee and I’ll be back in.” 

Finishing up his game he speaks to the other players, “Hey, my girlfriend’s gonna join.” 

“Ah no,” one stranger chimes over the headphones. “She’s gonna drag us down.” 

“Yeah, come on man.” Another one agrees. 

“What? No, she’s a good player.” Felix defends

One of them scoffs, “She’s a girl. How good can she be?” 

Felix furrows his brows about to say something when you walk back in. “Okay! I’m ready. Let me set up my computer.” 

Felix looks between you and the computer, an idea pinging in his head. He mutes his mic, “Play on my computer.” 

“What? No, I can play on mine.” You say, confused. “I want to play with you.” 

“No, I know.” He stands up and puts his headphones on you. “But I need to go call Chan real quick, but I don’t wanna abandon my team.”

“Is everything okay?” You move to take his seat, worried for why he is calling Chan randomly.

“Yeah, just gotta clarify a work thing. You know how precise Chan can be.” He smiles, sitting you down in the chair. “You can change players if you want, just don’t unmute your mic.” 

“Why?” 

“These guys are kind of…odd. Just don’t want you talking to them.” He places a kiss to the top of your head before leaving the room.

You watch him leave, hoping everything is okay before hearing some voices over the chat. “yo, ready up.” 

You get your set up and join a match. Various male voices ring over the chat tossing instructions here and there. Their strategies aren’t the best but you don’t speak up, wanting to respect Felix’s request. You play a whole match and basically carry. As the words ‘victory’ flash across the screen a couple voices call out, “Damn, dude. What happened to you?” 

“Yeah man, your skill went up by like 10,000”

“GOATED performance.” 

You start up another round as Felix walks back in the room. You look over, “Here, we just started.” You try to hand over the headphones but he stops you. 

“No, no, finish this game. I wanna watch you play.” He stands behind you, his hands lightly rubbing your shoulders. The game starts up and you once again are bombarded with poor strategy from the random voices. 

“Ugh, these guys strategy suck. I basically carried last round.” You grumble to Felix.

He kisses the top of your head, “So tell them different.”

“But you said not to talk to them.” 

“You can talk strategy. I don’t care.” He smirks, knowing the shock that is about to resound. 

You move to save one of their asses when they call out another bad move. Frustrated you give up and unmute, “That’s a terrible strat. We aren’t doing that.” The chat goes silent. “Listen, you go top, you two go mid, we’re going bottom.” You instruct each person, moving to position. 

“Yo, what?!” 

“Bro, why do you sound like a girl??”

“Because I am a girl, dumbass.” You mute your mic momentarily, turning to Felix, “I see why you don’t like these guys.” 

He leans down a bit, “show them how it’s done.” 

You spend the rest of the round leading everyone and once again dominating. Your team wins with a crushing victory, all thanks to you. As the end screen flashes up, Felix takes back the mic momentarily. “Sorry, had to step away so I let my girlfriend play for me.” 

“Dude! You didn’t say she was like a gaming goddess.” One guy calls out. 

Felix smirks, “Yeah, she’s kind of the best.”

“Put her back on and start up again. We can level up at this rate.” Another guy chimes in. 

Felix sighs, “Nah, I think we’re gonna play our own team.”

“What?! No, you can just play with us.” 

“Yeah, don’t leave now.” 

Felix clicks his tongue, “Shouldn’t have underestimated her.” He leaves the party, the chat voices disappearing. He looks over at where you’ve been setting up your computer. 

“What was that about?” You ask.

“Nothing. You ready?”

“Always.” 

Seungmin x voiceteacher!reader: 

You’re with Seungmin and a group of various people, some you know and others you don’t. You are talking about a recent situation at your job, “Yeah, so this student, love them to death, but man they are just struggling to sing in their higher register. All of my typical exercises aren’t working and—“

“You know what you should try?” A random guy within the group cuts you off, “There is this thing where you go up one note at a time on the piano and you try to go as high as you can.” 

You furrow your brows, “Well, that’s not actually quite right. It’s typically going up a scale or maybe three notes at a time, slowly ascending and you really aren’t supposed to just go as high as possible. That’s not great for your voice, especially—“

“Well obviously you shouldn’t hurt your voice.” He chuckles, “If you sing too high then it will hurt your voice, so you have to make sure to drink water and go slow.” 

You blink, genuinely confused for a moment. Looking at Seungmin, he seems just as baffled as you. “Yeah, so anyway.” You get back to your story, “What I was going to say was that I was doing some digging and came across this one exercise that I’m really hoping works.”

Once again, the man cuts you off. “Sometimes when you are struggling with a student, you need to go to some new resources, find different things. It can be easy to stay in the same old same old, but sometimes different people need different things.” 

Seungmin looks him dead in the eyes, “Are you even a teacher?” 

“No, but I’ve got some friends who are teachers and I’ve talked to them.” 

“You do realize she like, went to school for this right?” Seungmin deadpans, genuinely unable to comprehend this mans behavior. 

“Oh, that’s fun.” The man nods, his tone condescending. “I actually went to college for business and—“

Seungmin cuts him off, “So, you know business is typically a major that involves lots of finance classes and learning how to be a leader and organize, heavy in economics. So you really need to be smart to get through some of those classes.” 

“Uh, first off, I wasn’t done. Second, did you not just hear me? I was a business major so I think I know how a business degree works.” The man scoffs, incredibly upset with Seungmin. 

Seungmin just cocks a brow, a smirk pulling at his lips, “Oh my bad, I just thought this was just a thing we were doing.” 

“What?”

“You know, interrupting people and mansplaining, which if you didn’t know mansplaining is when a man condescendingly explains something to a woman, assuming she knows less than she actually does, often about her own expertise or experiences.” 

“I know what mansplaining is! I’m not dumb.” He crosses his arms, “And I wasn’t mansplaining. You were the one who cut me off.”

“No because what actually happened was you cut her off and tried to explain how to do her job to her. I don’t know if you remember that.” 

“Stop talking to me like a child!” The man stamps his foot, not helping his case. 

“No, no, this is mansplaining. Do I need to explain it again? I know it’s a lot of information to hold in a brain about the size of a tea cup.” Seungmin’s voice is dripping with sarcasm, changing his tone to sound like he is talking to a child. 

“Fuck you!” The man huffs before stomping off in a tantrum. 

Seungmin turns back to you with a proud smirk as you laugh with a playful roll of your eyes, “You’re kind of crazy for that.”

“Crazy for you,” He winks. “So, about this student?” 

Jeongin x fem!reader: 

After the boys performed at an awards show, Jeongin brings you along to the after party. You are wearing a wine red, silk dress that hugs your curves in all the right places. Jeongin’s arm sits around your waist as he goes around mingling with people. You are standing next to him while he talks among several people that you don’t know when you feel your stomach growl. You lightly tap his arm, “I’m gonna go grab something to eat real quick.” 

He smiles and nods, removing his arm from your waist. Before you walk away, however, a random man that only recently joined the conversation makes a comment towards you, “Careful now. Don’t want to eat too much and ruin your figure.” He gives a quick laugh and a wink like it was a normal passing comment. 

Without missing a beat, Jeongin looks at him and blinks, “Who are you?” 

The man looks a little caught off guard, “My name’s Hongyo. I’m part of staff for one of the CUBE groups.” He smiles, stretching out his hand, but Jeongin doesn’t take it. Instead he just nods, face still neutral. 

“Oh okay, so you’re not anyone important.”

“What?” 

“I was just trying to see who you think you are that you can make a comment about my girlfriend like that. I figured you might have been at least someone important enough to have that kind of audacity but I guess you’re just arrogant.” 

The tension in the air is palpable. You stand frozen next to Jeongin. A few of the people around slowly back away while others try not to smirk at Jeongin’s sass. The man scoffs, “Just cause you’re a celebrity doesn’t mean you get to talk to people like that.” 

“Just because you’re a man doesn’t mean you get to talk to women like that.” Jeongin slips his hand back around your waist, turning to you. “Come on, darling. He’s not worth any more of our time.” He guides you away, leaving the man shell shocked and abandoned by the rest of the people around. Jeongin guides you to a less crowded space before gently looking at you, his demeanor totally softening, “Are you alright? Do you want to go home?”

You shake your head, “Are you not going to get in trouble for that?”

“For what? Calling him out? Not likely, but even if I do, I don’t care. No one is allowed to disrespect you like that.” 

You press a kiss to his cheek, “I love you.” 

He flashes that adorable dimpled smile, “I love you too.” 

[straykidsfein143]

₊𖥔Skz when they accidentally make you cry ໑୧

˚⊹skz maknae line x gn!reader⊹˚

wc: 2.8k

Contains: hurt feelings, accidental misunderstandings, lots of comfort, cuddles, apologies, fluff, and happy endings. <3

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hyung line | maknae line

Jisung₊˚⊹ᰔ

Han had always been a bit of an open book.

If a thought popped into his head, there was about a 90% chance it'd come out of his mouth before he had time to think twice.

Most of the time, it was one of the things you loved most about him.

Today...

Not so much.

The two of you had gone out with the rest of the members to grab dinner after practice. The restaurant was lively, filled with laughter as everyone joked around while waiting for their food.

You'd been telling a story about something that happened in one of your college classes.

"...And then I accidentally called my professor 'Mom' instead of 'Professor Kim,'" you laughed, hiding your face.

The table erupted with laughter.

"Oh my God," Changbin wheezed.

Han laughed the hardest.

"I still can't believe you did that!"

"I wanted to disappear," you groaned.

The conversation moved on.

Or so you thought.

About twenty minutes later, Jeongin accidentally spilled his drink.

Without thinking, Han pointed across the table.

"Well, at least you didn't call the waiter 'Dad' like somebody called their professor 'Mom.'"

The table burst into laughter again.

You forced a smile.

"...Yeah."

Han kept laughing, not noticing how quiet you'd become.

A few minutes later, dinner ended.

Everyone said their goodbyes before heading to their cars.

The drive home was...

Quiet.

Too quiet.

Han glanced over from the driver's seat.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine."

"...You sure?"

You nodded without looking at him.

"...Mhm."

Something didn't feel right.

Normally, after hanging out with the members, you'd both be talking nonstop.

Tonight...

Nothing.

Han pulled into the parking lot of your apartment and put the car in park.

The silence lingered.

"...Baby?"

You finally let out a shaky sigh.

"I know you didn't mean to..."

His eyebrows furrowed.

"...Mean what?"

"When you brought up the professor thing again."

He blinked.

"I just..."

Your voice cracked.

"...I was already embarrassed the first time."

"I laughed because everyone else did."

"But when you brought it up again..."

You looked down at your hands.

"...I just felt stupid."

Han stared at you.

His heart dropped.

"Oh..."

The realization hit him all at once.

He wasn't trying to make fun of you.

He'd just thought it was another funny joke.

But he'd forgotten that you were the one who had lived through the embarrassing moment.

"I'm..."

He swallowed.

"I'm so sorry."

You quickly shook your head.

"I know you didn't mean it."

"But it still hurt."

Han reached over, taking your hand carefully.

"I really wasn't laughing at you."

"I was laughing because..."

He sighed, frustrated with himself.

"...Because I wasn't thinking."

You felt the first tear roll down your cheek.

"I know."

Han immediately unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Hey..."

His voice had become barely above a whisper.

"Come here."

You leaned across the center console, and he wrapped both arms around you as best he could.

"I'm really sorry."

He rested his chin lightly against the top of your head.

"I got carried away trying to make everyone laugh."

"...And I embarrassed the person I care about most."

You buried your face against his shoulder.

"I should've realized you were uncomfortable."

He gently rubbed your back.

"I'll think before I talk next time."

A small laugh escaped you through your tears.

"You say that every time."

"...Yeah."

He smiled sheepishly.

"I know."

"But I'm gonna keep trying."

You looked up at him.

"You promise?"

He nodded without hesitation.

"I promise."

Then he gently bumped his forehead against yours.

"...Can I make it up to you?"

You smiled.

"Only if you buy me ice cream."

Han gasped dramatically.

"So... I'm forgiven?"

"...You're still buying the ice cream."

He laughed in relief.

"Deal."

Felix₊˚⊹ᰔ

The smell of melted butter and vanilla filled the kitchen as soft music played quietly in the background.

Today had been Felix's idea.

"Let's bake something together!"

He'd said it with that bright smile of his, already pulling ingredients out of the pantry before you could even answer.

Now the two of you stood side by side, laughing as flour somehow managed to end up on both of your shirts.

"I swear you're doing that on purpose," you giggled after Felix lightly tapped a flour-covered finger against your nose.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he grinned innocently.

"Liar."

After mixing everything together, Felix slid the bowl toward you.

"Okay, your turn. Add the sugar."

You nodded confidently before reaching into the pantry.

A few moments later, the batter was poured into the pan and placed into the oven.

"So..."

Felix leaned against the counter.

"Wanna guess how good they're gonna be?"

"They're gonna be amazing."

"That's because we're making them together."

You couldn't help but smile.

About thirty minutes later, the timer went off.

Felix eagerly pulled the brownies out of the oven.

"They smell so good!"

After letting them cool, he cut two pieces and handed one to you.

"Cheers!"

You both took a bite.

...

Felix's smile slowly disappeared.

He looked at the brownie.

Then at you.

Then back at the brownie.

"...Oh no."

You blinked.

"What?"

He took another tiny bite just to make sure.

"...They're ruined."

Your heart sank.

"What...?"

You grabbed the measuring cups sitting beside the sink.

Your eyes landed on the container you'd used earlier.

Salt.

Not sugar.

Your stomach dropped.

"Oh..."

"I'm so sorry, Lix."

Felix was still staring at the brownies.

"We're gonna have to make another batch..."

His words weren't harsh.

They were simply disappointed.

But they were enough.

You looked down at the ruined brownies, guilt quickly settling in your chest.

"I ruined them..."

Only then did Felix finally look at you.

Your voice had gotten much quieter.

Your eyes were beginning to water.

His own widened.

"...Angel?"

You quickly turned away.

"I'm sorry."

"I wasn't paying attention."

Felix immediately set his brownie down.

"No..."

He walked over without another thought.

"No, no..."

He gently took your hands into his.

"Look at me."

You slowly did.

The moment he saw the tears threatening to fall, his heart shattered.

"Oh, angel..."

"I wasn't upset with you."

"I promise."

A tear rolled down your cheek.

"But I messed up your recipe..."

Felix looked over at the pan sitting on the counter.

Without hesitation...

He picked it up.

Walked to the trash.

And threw the entire batch away.

You stared at him.

He turned back with the softest smile.

"I can always make another batch..."

He stepped closer, gently cupping your cheeks.

"...But I can't stand seeing you cry."

The words made even more tears spill over.

Felix chuckled softly before wiping them away with his thumbs.

"I don't care about the brownies anymore."

"I care about you."

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours.

"You baking with me is my favorite part anyway."

A tiny smile finally appeared on your face.

"Really?"

"Really."

He grinned.

"Besides..."

He glanced toward the pantry.

"Now we have an excuse to make another batch."

He bumped your shoulder playfully.

"And this time..."

He dramatically held up two containers.

"I'm labeling the sugar."

A laugh escaped you.

"There it is!" Felix beamed.

"I've been trying to get that smile back."

You rolled your eyes affectionately before wrapping your arms around his waist.

He hugged you right back, holding you close.

"The brownies may not have turned out perfect..."

He kissed the top of your head.

"...But today still did."

Seungmin₊˚⊹ᰔ

The apartment was unusually quiet.

Soft afternoon sunlight spilled through the windows as Seungmin sat comfortably on the couch, one leg crossed over the other while flipping through the pages of a book. Every now and then, he'd quietly chuckle to himself before turning another page.

You, on the other hand...

...were incredibly bored.

With a grin, you quietly walked over before dramatically flopping down beside him, letting your head fall onto his shoulder.

He didn't even look up.

"...You're heavy."

You gasped dramatically.

"I'm literally not."

"Mhm."

He turned another page.

"I don't believe you."

You pouted before sitting up.

"You're so mean."

"I'm realistic."

You rolled your eyes with a smile.

Typical Seungmin.

A few moments later, you poked his cheek.

He ignored you.

You poked him again.

"..."

Again.

Finally, he sighed.

"Can you sit still for five minutes?"

"I'm trying to spend time with my boyfriend."

"We are spending time together."

"You've looked at your book more than you've looked at me."

"That's because my book isn't poking me every thirty seconds."

A laugh escaped you.

He was impossible.

You scooted even closer until your shoulder was pressed against his.

Without saying anything, you rested your head against him again.

He sighed dramatically.

"...Personal space."

"You love me."

"...Debatable."

You smiled anyway.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, you quietly looked up at him.

"...Can we cuddle?"

Without thinking...

Without even looking up from his book...

He answered.

"...Not right now."

...

The words weren't harsh.

They were absentminded.

But they still hurt.

"...Oh."

You nodded to yourself.

"Okay."

You stood up.

"I'll leave you alone."

"Hm."

He absentmindedly hummed in response, still reading.

You quietly walked into the bedroom, gently closing the door behind you.

Seungmin smiled to himself.

Finally.

Peace and quiet.

He turned another page.

...

Another.

...

And another.

Eventually...

He frowned.

It was...

Too quiet.

Normally by now you'd have come back to bother him again.

He lowered his book.

"...?"

He glanced toward the hallway.

Nothing.

He sighed before standing up.

"Y/n?"

No answer.

He slowly opened the bedroom door.

You were curled up beneath the blanket, facing away from him.

At first, he thought you had fallen asleep.

Then...

He noticed your shoulders trembling ever so slightly.

His expression immediately softened.

"...Puppy?"

Still no response.

He quietly walked over before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hey."

You quickly wiped at your face.

"I'm fine."

"You've said two words."

"..."

"I know you're not."

He gently placed a hand on your shoulder.

When you finally turned toward him...

Your eyes were red.

His heart sank.

"...You were crying?"

You looked away again.

"I didn't mean to..."

He frowned.

"Mean to what?"

You sniffled quietly.

"I know you wanted to relax."

"I just..."

"...wanted to spend time with you."

His expression slowly fell.

"But when you said..."

You swallowed.

"...'Not right now'..."

"It felt like..."

"...you just didn't want me around."

Silence filled the room.

Seungmin closed his eyes for a brief second.

"...I really suck at saying what I mean."

You looked at him.

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I wasn't tired of you."

He finally met your eyes.

"I was tired."

"...There's a difference."

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard.

"I just wanted to finish one chapter before giving you my attention."

He let out a quiet sigh.

"But instead..."

"...I made you think you were bothering me."

You quickly shook your head.

"I know you didn't mean it..."

"But it still hurt."

"I know."

His voice was barely above a whisper.

"And I'm sorry."

Another quiet moment passed before he spoke again.

"If I didn't want you around..."

He looked away, ears beginning to turn pink.

"...I wouldn't spend every day looking forward to coming home to you."

You blinked.

"...Really?"

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"...Obviously."

"I just..."

"...have a funny way of showing it sometimes."

A tiny smile finally tugged at your lips.

He noticed immediately.

"...Come here."

You scooted closer.

Without another word, he wrapped one arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side.

"Better?"

You nodded against him.

"...Mhm."

"...Good."

He rested his chin lightly on top of your head, absentmindedly rubbing your arm.

The room fell quiet again.

This time...

It was comfortable.

Later that evening, the two of you sat on the couch watching a movie.

Without saying a word, Seungmin slowly scooted closer.

Then...

A little closer.

Until your shoulders were touching.

You smiled to yourself.

"You know..."

"For someone who said they didn't want to cuddle..."

He didn't even look away from the TV.

"I never said that."

You laughed.

"You literally did."

"..."

"...That sounds made up."

You laughed even harder.

A few seconds later...

You felt his fingers quietly intertwine with yours.

Still staring at the TV, he mumbled,

"...Don't make a big deal out of it."

You squeezed his hand.

"I wasn't going to."

"...Good."

He was silent for another moment before quietly adding,

"...Besides..."

"I like you here."

Your heart melted.

You leaned your head against his shoulder once again.

This time...

He didn't complain.

Instead, he leaned his head gently against yours, pretending not to notice the smile spreading across your face.

Jeongin₊˚⊹ᰔ

For the past week, you'd been looking forward to today.

A proper date.

No schedules.

No interruptions.

Just you and Jeongin.

You had even gone out and bought a new outfit a few days ago, excited to surprise him.

As you stood in front of the mirror, giving yourself one last look, your phone buzzed.

🦊 Innie ❤️

You smiled before answering.

"Hi!"

"Hey."

You could hear chatter in the background.

"The guys just finished practice."

"Oh? Already?"

"Mhm."

There was a brief pause before his phone buzzed.

You heard him laugh.

"What is it?" you asked.

"Changbin just texted the group chat. Everyone wants to go bowling."

You smiled.

"That sounds fun."

"Yeah."

Another pause.

"So..."

His voice suddenly became more hesitant.

"...Would it be okay if we moved our date to tomorrow instead?"

Your smile faltered for the briefest moment.

"...Oh."

"I know we already planned today..."

"But everyone's free at the same time, and that almost never happens."

You looked down at your outfit.

"...Yeah."

"That's okay."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"I don't mind."

You forced a small laugh.

"Go have fun."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Thanks, baby!"

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow!"

"I promise."

The call ended.

The apartment suddenly felt...

Quiet.

You looked at yourself in the mirror one more time.

Then slowly sat down on the edge of your bed.

Still wearing the outfit you'd spent so long picking out.

Meanwhile...

The bowling alley was filled with laughter.

Jeongin was smiling, joking around with the members as they competed against one another.

"I definitely won that round."

"No, you cheated!" Han protested.

"I literally didn't!"

"You definitely did."

The group laughed.

A little while later, Felix grabbed a drink before casually looking over.

"Weren't you supposed to be on a date today?"

...

Jeongin froze.

His smile slowly disappeared.

"..."

Changbin blinked.

"...Wait."

"Weren't you?"

The realization hit him like a truck.

"Oh..."

His heart dropped.

"...Oh no."

He looked down at his phone.

Hours had passed.

Without another word, he grabbed his jacket.

"I have to go."

"Huh?" Han asked.

"I completely forgot..."

He was already halfway to the door.

"I'll explain later!"

About twenty minutes later, Jeongin quietly unlocked the apartment door.

"...Baby?"

No answer.

He walked farther inside.

Then he saw you.

Curled up on the couch.

Still wearing the outfit you'd picked out.

His stomach twisted.

"...You never changed."

You looked up.

"Oh."

"You're home."

You smiled.

It was small.

Forced.

"I hope bowling was fun."

That hurt more than if you'd yelled at him.

He slowly walked over.

"I'm..."

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"...I messed up."

You looked down at your hands.

"I know."

"I don't even have an excuse."

He let out a frustrated sigh.

"I got caught up hanging out with everyone..."

"And I completely forgot."

"I've been looking forward to today all week," you admitted quietly.

"I even bought this outfit because I thought you'd like it."

His eyes immediately drifted to your clothes.

"You look..."

He swallowed.

"...Really beautiful."

Another tear slipped down your cheek.

"I wish you would've seen it sooner."

That sentence completely broke him.

He knelt down in front of you.

"I'm an idiot."

You let out a tiny laugh through your tears.

"Yeah..."

"...You kind of are."

"I know."

"I really am."

He reached for your hand.

"Come on."

You blinked.

"...Where?"

"Our date."

You glanced at the clock.

"Innie..."

"It's almost ten."

"So?"

"The arcade's still open."

You laughed softly.

"It won't be the same."

"Maybe not."

He squeezed your hand.

"But I still want to spend today with you."

He looked at you with complete sincerity.

"Because you were excited..."

"...and I ruined that."

Silence settled between you.

"I can't get today back."

He looked down.

"But if you'll let me..."

"I'd really like to try."

You smiled through your tears.

"...Okay."

His face immediately brightened.

"Really?"

"Really."

Before you could say anything else, he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry."

"I promise..."

"I'll never forget our plans again."

You laughed into his shoulder.

"You better not."

"I won't."

"...Probably."

You pulled back just enough to look at him.

"...Probably?"

He grinned sheepishly.

"...Definitely."

You rolled your eyes, laughing.

"There you are."

He smiled.

"That's the laugh I was hoping for."

A few minutes later, the two of you were back in the car, driving to the arcade with your hands intertwined across the center console.

It wasn't the date either of you had planned.

But somehow...

Being together was enough.

a/n: once again, this was sooo fun to write 🥹 thank you so much for all the love and support on the hyung line ver! I seriously wasn't expecting it, I really do appreciate it and I hope you guys enjoy this one just as much! 💗 (sry, i got kinda lazy and didn't space it out the same way as the previous part✌🏻)

Taglist: @testingspider @caalcyon @shinygubbins @whoschanandwhydoyallwannabanghim @unlikelypainterpeacekitten @karlee10261990 @multiverse-aesthetic

(if your blog is in red, then I was unable to tag you for some reason- likely due to settings)

[nickospitchaplace]

Turns out I am motivated by OnlyChan's™ disguised as workout videos...

TAGS: idol!Chahn x reader, smut, established relationship, praise kink, dirty talk, pet names? I guess?, big!dick Chahn believers over here, a bit of a daddy kink because of course, creampie (PLEASE don't), essentially PORN WITH NO PLOT.

Enjoy !

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"CHRIS!"

I cried while he pounded into me relentlessly, his large palms on either side of my hips, grip bruising as he held onto me for leverage, pulling me back into his pelvis.

"Shh, babygirl, do you want the entire neighborhood to hear us? Huh?" He panted, voice trembling as he looked at my face.

Not for long though. For some reason, Chris was entirely focused on the area where our bodies met and fused. It was as if he was in a trance, he just couldn't look away!

"God, look at that." He cooed, "Look at that tight little pussy taking me so well. Isn't she?" He asked, no-one in particular, "Isn't she just taking me so well? Hmm?" His head fell back, a groan-y moan escaping from the depths of his throat, "Oh, fuck." He whined, looking back down at my cunt.

"Chris..." I tried, my lips bitten bloody as I tried to conceal my sounds even just a little, "Chris, just— please... It's t-too much, baby." I cried, one arm thrown over my eyes, the other scrambling around the rumbled sheets and pillows to find something to grab.

Chris's only response was more strangled sounds as he tilted my hips up, placing my ass on top of his knees that were folded underneath his centre, supporting his thrusts. The new angle made him hit deeper, something I didn't think possible, and a loud cry was ripped out of me.

"Shit." He hissed, "Oh, look at that..." He trailed off, one wide palm caressing my lower stomach where his dick created a bulge with every pistoning motion of his hips, "It's so deep, baby. I'm in your fucking guts, fuck." He pressed down on the softness and I squirmed, my hands trying to reach for him.

"Not today, gorgeous." He mumbled as he took my wrists and pulled them both under me, behind my back, creating an insane arch even if we were in a simple missionary today, "Today you stay put, yeah? You stay put and let daddy fuck you stupid." With one hand holding my wrists, the other had to find its way back on my hip to hold onto, not before landing a sharp slap to my ass though.

"Chris, it's too much, baby, it's too much." I arched even further, "You're so d-deep!"

"I know, beautiful. Why do you think I can't take my eyes off of you?"

His hips were working nonstop, snap after snap after snap, driving inside me with a bruising pace, making sure I knew I would be sore before it even happened. But the feeling was so good. Jolts of electricity worked through my legs as Chris's enormous body forbid them from closing, resulting in them fruitlessly shaking around his slutty waist. Meanwhile, I couldn't do anything but watch as he ruined my ability to walk, talk and exist altogether, both from the fucking and the view.

Oh, the view — long fingers splayed on the place my hip met my thigh, strong forearms and huge biceps flexing with every pull, abs contracting deliciously with every push. His sweet eyes though were nowhere to be seen, literally glued to my fucking vagina. Not even looking at my boobs which usually occupied the majority of his brain capacity during sex.

"Chrisss!" I whined in disappointment. I wanted to look at his face.

Was that too much to ask?

"What's got you whining so much today, pretty?" With a fleeting glance to my eyes, smirk plastered on his stupidly handsome features, he let go of my hands, "Keep them above your head for me, can you do that, babygirl?" I simply nodded but he wouldn't have that, slapping my ass as his other palm found its way back down, "Words darling, I need words."

"Y-Yes." I moaned as my eyes welled with tears from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Such a good girlll." He hummed, hips working even faster even harder, sweat droplets running down his enlarged pecs and sculpted torso, making me want to devour him.

And I would if he wasn't being so fucking needy today.

His movements turned erratic, a simple sign he was close. Within a few minutes of mind-numbing, mouth-watering, bone-shuttering, eye-rolling sex, we were both so close we could burst.

"Babygirl, I'm so close, I'm so fucking close." He pulled my hips against his with such a tight grip, it was borderline painful, "Can I come inside? I-Inside this pretty pussy, please, baby, can I?"

He was lost, eyes wide and not even blinking as they stared down at our conjoined bodies.

A continuous cry left my vocal cords as I nodded repeatedly, trying to form words, to say "Yes", but failing. Only airy cries managing to leave.

"Inside." I finally mastered, "Inside, daddy, please inside!"

"Oh, baby, oh." He moaned, "You make me the happiest man, you know that?" He asked, finally looking in my eyes, smile devastating, "Gonna come inside." Aaannnddd he looked back down, this time his left palm moving a bit so his thumb could rub my puffy clit in time with his thrusts, bringing me dangerously closer to the edge, "Gonna come inside this pretty pussy. Fill her up. Gonna come so deep you're gonna feel it for days, yeah?"

"Please." I squeaked (the only possible sound I could produce).

With a loud guttural moan, Chris shot his load, flooding up my insides, me following suit. His hips stilled, only small aftershocks making them jerk forward slightly. When his soul returned to his body, eyes still locked right there, he pulled out, dick still semi-hard in his large palm, somehow making his hand seem small in comparison. We both hissed at the disconnection and Chris released a long pained breath as he ran his flushed tip up and down my slit, spreading the mixture of white liquids all over my folds and drawing shapes on my mound. Even now that the sex was over, he still couldn't take his gaze away, now transfixed on the way his cum and mine flowed out of me.

"You're gonna make me jealous of my own body parts." I joked, still trying to acquire a normal breathing pattern.

He smiled, cheeky eyes momentarily on me, before looking back down at my swollen folds.

"What can I say, baby, she's so pretty to look down at."

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[songssforvari]

hi hi its awkward requesting... but i see u like sub minho. how about minsung, all the fans categorize minho as the dom and jisungie as the sub but its absolutely the opposite!!!

🔞Jisung x Minho🔞

Note: Hii please don't feel awkward, I don't bite... Sorry this took a million years to write only for it to be barely 2k. Work is kicking my ass.

Dynamic: ↑🐹↓🐰

Summary: Minho thinks that he'd top because that's what the fans say, Jisung disagrees... AKA Minho and Jisung engaging in top/bottom discourse.

Tags: Praise kink, size difference(?), petnames, light dom/sub

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“Why do you get to be the top?”

It wasn't really clear how they got to this topic, but suddenly Jisung was trying to defend himself from bottom accusations. Sure, he was cute and had a bit of a subby personality… But the way he acts out of bed isn't how he acts in bed.

“Because why would you top? Besides, the fans already decided I would,” Minho argued, leaning back in his chair.

This wasn't really a good lunch conversation.

Jisung raised a brow, “The fans say what?”

“That I top,”

“And how do you know?”

Minho seemed pretty confident, and not very embarrassed to be discussing his and Jisung's hypothetical sex positions, “Look up any fanfiction. I always top,”

“You can't seriously use fanfiction as an argument!” Jisung huffed,

“Are we really going to brush over the fact that Minho-hyung reads fanfiction of himself fucking Jisung?” Felix shifted uncomfortably, being the unfortunate bystander of this conversation.

“Please, I read about myself fucking everyone, not just Jisungie,”

"Uagh..."

Jisung buried his face in his hands, out of frustration and only a little bit of embarrassment, “Whatever, believe whatever you want,” he pouted.

Felix chuckled, “Aw… Don't pout. It's not helping your case,”

What do Felix and Minho know, anyway? Jisung was almost positive he had more sex than both of them combined. Felix was too busy for hook ups, and Minho's standards were ridiculously high.

Besides, Jisung's dick was way too big to let it go to waste.

⁠☆☆

“You don't really think I'm a bottom, do you, hyung?”

Minho let out a heavy sigh, keeping his eyes on the TV, “You're still on that…?”

It had hours, it was dark out now. The two sat comfortably on their less than comfortable couch, watching whatever anime they chose for the night.

“I mean, obviously I am. It's insulting,”

“Yeah? What's wrong with being a bottom? It's not insulting, just a position,” Minho raised a brow, as if accusing Jisung of something.

Jisung quickly shook his head, “No no! Not like that! It's not a bad thing. It's just… Not me,”

“Prove it,”

After a second of silence, Jisung remembered to breathe, “Prove it? How?”

Minho just gave him a look. A look that was pretty clear in what he was implying.

The look on Jisung's face made Minho laugh, “Don't look embarrassed, it's not like we haven't done it before…” the older boy gave a suggestive look,

“Yeah, except we haven't done it before… We made out once years ago. I don't think that's really the same,” Jisung huffed, rolling his eyes, his face burning red at Minho's suggestions.

Minho shrugged, “Fine nevermind,”

There was another long silence, “I didn't say no…”

In an instant they were like magnets, immediately pulled together. Jisung grabbed Minho's face so quickly, he was worried he accidentally hurt him at first, but his worries disappeared when Minho shoved his lips to Jisung's.

Everything fell so naturally. Despite them never discussing their feelings for each other before, or having any sort of intimacy like this, they've practically been a couple for years. They were both just too stupid to realize it.

Their lips crashed like waves, knocking their teeth against one another, and gripping on like they'd sink if they didn't. Jisung was honestly expecting a little push back when he took the lead, but Minho fell pretty comfortably beneath Jisung's hold. For all the talk about being a top and provoking Jisung… Minho sure wasn't trying very hard.

Testing the waters further, Jisung pressed against Minho, eventually pushing him on his back against the couch and climbing on top of him. Again, Minho didn't fight it, he didn't say anything at all, just desperately pulled Jisung closer to try and physically merge their lips together. Just desperately sucked in Jisung's tongue like it was his life support.

After a few more seconds, Jisung pulled back, both of them catching their breath, “Ya know… For a ‘top’, you're not trying very hard to top me,” Jisung smirked, trying to get a jab in where he could.

“Obviously I'm not a top,” Minho huffed, running his hands up Jisung's chest, eyes focused on the buttons he fumbled to undo on Jisung's shirt.

“But you said—”

“Don't act dense. I was just provoking you,”

Jisung blushed. Minho seriously was just talking all that smack so that he'd get here? On the couch, beneath Jisung? Sometimes he just wanted to smack Minho…

“Stop thinking and just continue,” Minho spoke again, a little more demanding as he pulled Jisung's shirt open, his eyes devouring Jisung in one look.

His eyes traced all over Jisung's stomach and pecs, but he really was focused on the tattoos. Who knew Minho was a tattoo kind of guy?

Jisung fully removed his shirt before tugging Minho's shirt off as well, immediately attacking Minho's skin with kisses and bites.

Minho groaned and tilted his head back, letting Jisung have at it.

Leaving a few marks in places that Jisung knew were easy to cover, he moved his hand down and palmed Minho through his sweat pants, making the older moan softly. Jisung shivered at the sound from his cute lips, feeling the hard on Minho had already.

“You're already so excited… Haven't even done anything yet…” Jisung whispered, kissing Minho's neck again.

“Mm, want you so bad, Sungie ~” Minho hummed.

Despite how badly Minho wanted Jisung, Jisung only continued to grind and rub the palm of his hand against Minho's clothed erection, getting him as whiny and desperate as possible. Hearing Minho whine and wordlessly beg for more, Jisung got all hot and bothered himself.

“Sungie I want your dick inside me so bad, please stop,” Minho finally said, practically growling it out.

Jisung smiled, “Okay okay, sorry sorry…~” Next time he won't let Minho be so demanding. For now he'd do whatever Minho wanted … Just to guarantee there would be a next time.

Pulling off Minho's sweatpants and boxers in one pull, he could see truly how hard Minho was, and the precum leaking from the tip of his cute dick. Good thing Jisung is the top, he wasn't sure he'd be satisfied with the size of Minho's dick if he was a bottom. But as a top? The difference in their dick size was kind of a turn on.

He pulled out his own cock, making Minho's eyes widen and practically gasp, “Jesus, Jisung. You've been packing that monster this whole time and you're only now giving it to me?” He narrowed his eyes.

Jisung blushed, “Uhm, sorry…?”

Luckily, Jisung was a natural born freak and kept lube in his bag at all times. So he didn't need to awkwardly run to his room while he was naked to grab a bottle.

Jisung spread Minho's legs, getting a subtle grope in on his thick thighs before his focus landed onto Minho's perfect hole. Just looking at it, he knew he was going to be so tight.

He squirted lube onto his fingers before tracing the rim of Minho's hole, making Minho flinch from the cold. Jisung used his free hand to hold Minho down by the hip.

The sweet gasps and soft whines from Minho were addicting. Hearing his roomate—his best friend—making all these little noises was exhilarating. He went slow as he pushed two fingers in and out, stretching and prodding to draw out those cute gasps.

Minho laid his head back against the armrest, brows knitting together. Minho's own fingers weren't very long or big, Jisung's weren't even that much bigger, but it definitely felt that way.

A third finger forced its way past Minho's tightness, earning a particularly cute whine from him,

“Sungie— I know I said you're big but… come on…” He breathed in sharply as Jisung ignored his impatience and pressed further, only barely missing Minho's prostate.

“Shhh, kitty. Just wait a sec,” Jisung hummed, pressing against the prostate to hear Minho moan, then pulling away.

Minho cursed as the tips of Jisung's fingers were replaced with the tip of his cock, dragging against his hole. He wanted it so bad, it was sweet how slow Jisung was going, but Minho wanted it fast and hard.

But any thought in Minho's head vanished when Jisung began to push in. His cock pushed every thought away, thank goodness Jisung didn't stop at two fingers, even three fingers wasn't enough preparation.

Minho squealed quietly, shutting his eyes tight,

“Sorry sorry, sorry, baby. You're doing well, just relax,” Jisung loomed over him, groaning as he pushed in. His hand shook as he pushed Minho's bangs from his sweaty forehead.

“Jisung…” Minho moaned, it was hard to tell if it was from pain, pleasure, or both.

“Are you okay, kitty? Does it hurt?”

“No no no. Don't stop,” Minho forced out a breath, like he'd cry if Jisung dared to stop.

With that note Jisung began to move inside of him, starting real slow. Dragging in and out, all while feeling up Minho's body. He groaned with Minho's moans, his cock being swallowed up by Minho's greedy hole.

After a few minutes of slow thrusts, Minho became increasingly more whiny, bucking his hips as if to try and force Jisung deeper and harder into him.

Taking the hint, Jisung sped up, holding Minho's hips down in place as his pace quickened. Keeping him still while Jisung began to pound into him, Minho yelped, his whole body instinctively wanting to flinch from Jisung's massive dick splitting him in half.

“Oh— Fuck— Sorry, sorry. I'm sorry, baby,” Jisung groaned, apologizing over and over, “You're doing so well, you're taking me so good, you're so good for me… You're so tight, y’ feel so good,” Jisung stuttered out, his cock beginning to feel more sensitive as it pushed and dragged against Minho's walls.

“Hurts…” Minho whined, his body tense. It felt like Jisung's stupidly big cock was tearing him open and fucking up his insides. It was really an addictive feeling, though.

“‘M sorry, so sorry, kitty. ‘M almost done,” Jisung moaned, too lost in Minho's tightness to process anything else in the world.

He thought maybe he heard Minho scream out how close he was, which was very soon confirmed by the white ropes of cum that began to coat Minho's tummy. Shortly after that, Jisung came. Dumping his load inside, his last few thrusts were more like sloppy snaps of his hips, riding out his high as Minho let out a soft whimper under him.

Begrudgingly, Jisung pulled out of Minho, earning a soft sigh from the older boy. Jisung collapsed on top of Minho, who looked a few seconds away from passing out, “You okay, baby? I didn't hurt you?”

Minho just shook his head, “No,”

“Are you sure?”

Minho huffed, “Yes, I'm sure. I think you fucked me so good I got permanent brain damage,”

Jisung snickered, curling close to Minho, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, “Don't say that, then I'll really feel bad,”

Minho chuckled, “Shut up, I'm tired now…”

“Shouldn't we clean up first?”

Less than enthusiastic, Minho nodded, “Yeah, I guess,”

Jisung smiled, telling Minho to stay put.

Instead of a real shower, Jisung opted to getting a damp rag and wiping Minho down, leaving kisses on the, now clean, spots of soft skin.

Man, he was glad Jisung is a top

[drunxks]

MNDI. 18+

𝒟irty thoughts/fantasies : how i imagine Minho will perform in certain situations (ver.) drunxks short scenarios to keep you wet.

Fem!reader x Dom!Minho

Situations :

Minho rough sex / / Minho giving oral (+vibrator) / / Minho (teacher) school sex Infront of the class (filthy school) [warning : this fanfic contains mature themes and anyone that is under 18 or uncomfortable with sensitive topics shouldn't read this]

#RoughSex & MinhoGivingOral: Daddy mhmm~..

Minho who'd pound your pussy relentlessly until you faint and squirt. "Fuckk.. ahh your pussy is squelching Soo loud.. hngh" he continues to pound you until you're screaming and begging and eventually fall asleep..

Minho who'd bite your clit and tease/edge you multiple times until you squirt. He licks your clit continuously as he put a vibrator in you. He calls you his slut and the vibration of the words gets you more closer to coming

Minho who'd tie you up to the bed and pound you until you cry. "Keep crying, slut tell me how much you love being daddy's slut.

Minho who'd shove large dildos into your pussy multiple times. "Ha look how many you can take, you're going to be Soo fucking loose"

#SexInfrontOfTheClass :

Minho was your biology professor, as he was teaching in class you were visibly distracted by the scene outside. When Minho noticed he got a punishment idea.. “ms.reader, what could be possibly more interesting than what I’m teaching?” You got flustered and actually looked at his presentation this time and you guys were learning about..human reproduction. Your face got redder as you stumbled over your words. “Nothing, sir” you stuttered “good now won’t you mind going to stand in-front now wont you?” It was sarcasm he knew you didn’t have a choice you stood up and went in front where right in everyone’s eyes he slapped your ass and lifted your skirt “what a beautiful ass” you blushed but secretly liked it, i mean he is the most handsome guy in the campus after-all.

Minho lifted up your skirt and saw that you were only wearing an underwear underneath..he pushed aside the panty and plunged his fingers into you and started pumping it until you squirted; completely wetting the floor. “This is what you get for being a bad girl”

(We are soo back ya’ll i just took a break. A promise is a promise #^^)

[silverlakee]

NSFW audio 18+ 🎧

bang chan trying to stay quiet while edging himself.

[minsbaee]

TW ~ wet sounds, moaning

MINORS DNI

channie got soo needy at night but all the members were sleeping so he had to help himself :(

my first audio pls dont flopp 😣😣

[al3x0nd3r]

please can you do a minsung audio? preferably with a whiny jisung and a dom/minho.

i cant find them anymore!!😭 tnx❤️❤️

MINSUNG - SMUT AUDIO

By far no one get their desires much dirtier than two secret lovers locked up in one room with eachother.

Handcuffs, Whip, collar- anything could be turned into kink.

Minhos thought? Turning his pretty whiny bf into a kitty cat.

Cats ears on, collar on. Perfect as he is.

I hope you like a bit of taste of playful fantasies!! :pp

[al3x0nd3r]

Can you do jeonglix I’ve never seen anyone do it and it’s been a long time since I did one of these

JEONGLIX - SMUT AUDIO

Felix Is the most "pure" and willing bottom after few others in the group..

Why not put into a test?

Can he handle Jeongin on top of him? Can he be quiet while others are sleeping in other rooms?

Jeongin doesn't know+doesn't care, he just want to taste the blonde Hyung of his.

My freaky love, of course, here you go<33

[channlust]

I need someone to check up on me now

[250318]

[seoulfulbliss]

Seo Changbin (Part Two)

Author's Note:  Alright Seoulmates, I’m back with another update for! I want to say, please expect allll the unexpected with this one. It’s gonna be a whirlwind. Sit back, relax and enjoy the story! Don’t forget to drop a comment, I totally love to hear your thoughts 🫶🏾

(Friendly reminder, you DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORKS ANYWHERE!)

Pairing: Idol! Changbin x Sasaeng! Reader

Synopsis: In which SKZ is your favorite group, and you are Seo Changbin’s biggest fan. And that’s totally not a big problem, right? Except you have a hard time between blurring the lines of fan service with reality. Which doesn’t bode well when you find yourself stalking Seo Changbin on every corner of the internet… and in real life. It’s all harmless though. That’s what you tell yourself anyway, until a simple act ruins a life. It is undetermined yet whether it’s Changbin… or you who pays the price.

Content: stalker mannerisms, both cyber and physically, reader is obsessed with Changbin, unhealthy behavior, reader plays a dangerous game, social media aesthetic, angst, mature themes

Word Count: 2.2k

Pt. 1

Staring at the outstretched hand, you are aghast with disbelief that Seo Changbin himself, the very man you had been obsessing over not even ten minutes ago, was standing in the middle of your office. Feeling uneasy at your lack of response, Changbin pulls his hand back awkwardly, scratching his nose in confusion. In his mind, he wondered if he had done something wrong. Behind him, Doojoon coughs, hoping to ease the tension, “Is everything alright?”

Right. Changbin was here as your client and you were here to do a job. Snapping out of your gobsmacked daze, you steel yourself for the task ahead. Squaring your shoulders and donning a mask of professionalism, you extend your hand back out towards the rapper with a polite smile. This was not the time to fangirl. 

“My apologies, Mr. Seo. You startled me is all.” That’s right, Y/N. Play it smooth and keep it casual. You were in the workplace. Now was not the time to adopt the obsessive attributes of your internet persona.

Changbin chuckles at the formality, finally shaking your hand. “No need to be so formal. You can just call me Changbin. And I understand. I think most people would react like that. I’m sure you didn’t expect to have your afternoon hijacked by an obnoxious celebrity.”

His use of the word obnoxious puts into perspective just how humble he really is at the expense of his celebrity status. Most stars are too egotistic in nature and wouldn't have been able to poke jabs at their own profession the way he so casually did. Your heart swoons at the prospect. It was almost like the man was confiding his deepest, darkest secrets to you. You felt honored that he seemingly regarded you so highly. This was definitely something to brag about on your blog. If only client confidentiality didn’t exist.

Smiling politely, you usher them to the two spare seats in front of your desk. “It’s no worries Mr. Changbin, I love my job. So, I’m delighted to be of assistance any way I can be.” He chuckles again at the formal way you refer to him but comments nothing more. Pilfering through your filing cabinet, you pull out his intake assessment form. 

“According to my initial meeting with your manager, which is against my policy by the way.” You glance up at both men with a faux stern gaze. Doojoon shrinks into his seat, as much as his tall frame allows him anyway, familiar with your office’s guidelines after the spiel you delivered last time. Changbin on the other hand straightens his posture and delivers a charming smile. 

“My apologies about that as well. I didn’t really read through the policy thoroughly when I filled out the form. I only sent my manager in my place due to a hectic schedule. And, I was trying to keep it low profile. If you know what I mean.” Yes, you did know what he meant. Stray Kids had a plethora of jaded fans on every corner of the earth. You would know. Afterall, you were one yourself. And Seo Changbin had no idea how close in proximity he was, in this moment, to such a devoted pillar of his fanbase. 

You fix him with a saccharine sweet smile that you’d dubbed your “killer” asset. Changbin freezes momentarily before seemingly rebooting again. Hook, line, and sinker. You knew that your smile aroused plenty of emotions in the hearts of men. It was one of the sexiest facets of your being. And in your delusional brain, you figured you could drop subtle, innocent hints to manipulate the man to fall in love with you, while convincing himself it was all of his own volition. Was it crazy? Yes, but you are delusional enough to believe that you can pull this phenomenal ass man. 

Biting your lip lightly and batting your lashes, you flip through the pages of the form once again while letting silence permeate the air. Changbin gulps inaudibly before glancing at his manager, who seems unphased and attentive to the health information. Changbin leans back in his seat thinking he imagined the shift in the atmosphere.

“Yes, Mr. Changbin. I can imagine being in such a popular boy band requires a lot of stamina to duck and dodge the press and crazed fans.” 

This prompts him to quirk a brow. “You’re familiar with my work?”

“In passing,” you respond. “I’ve seen a video or two.” The goal here was to be so nonchalant that this man sees you as an “unbothered queen” and then convince him to fall madly in love enough to carry you into the sunset. It wasn’t delusion per se; it was strategy. Duh.

“A video or two,” he repeats humorously. “Not your cup of tea?” He questions. In order to leave him guessing, you only have one true option. Diversion.

Joining your hands together, you shoot him a knowing look. “Mr. Seo, we’re here today to discuss your personalized meal plan. Remember?” This was the game, a push and pull tactic. 

Something akin to interest flashes behind his eyes. “Of course. My apologies once again.” Beside him, Doojoon seems to finally realize there is some type of banter at play, eyes narrowing a fraction at the energy between you two. Clearing your throat, you move on so as not to raise suspicion from the other man. You had to dissipate the energy quickly before his curiosity lasered in on the microscopic flirtations.

“So, your goals state that you want to lose a specific amount of weight within two months. Could you provide more clarity on that and how I, as a dietitian, can help you?” 

Forty-five minutes later divulges lots of information you probably wouldn’t have been privy to if you were a random person on the street. In this session, Changbin tells you that he is keen on losing some pounds to slim up and get a more muscular cut build for tour promotions coming up in the latter part of the year. Evidently, he felt like he had to present himself accordingly since he promised Stay that if they cemented a specific monumental milestone, that he’d show his abs and chest. Spoiler alert, they hit that milestone.

Somewhat concerned about the mounting pressure he is putting himself through regarding his outward appearance, you reaffirm words of assurance that he was perfect the way he was while agreeing to help him safely, and healthily reach his goal. That meeting ended on a positive note with bows of gratification.

Changbin expressed his sincerity for your help. You let him know that you would be in touch regarding the meal plan and to reach out any time he had questions. That had been that. Afterwards, you sat in your office twirling your hair thinking about the intricacies of your fantasy romance with the idol. It wasn’t delusional nor neurotic. It was simply a visualization exercise for manifestation. 

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BinnieLuver99 Me: taking Dwaekki everywhere as a hunting technique to lure Changbin into my pocket 🐽🐰

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user ykw? Hell yeah!

user Do you know you only have 5 minutes?! 

BinnieLuver99 5 minutes to what? 🤔

user 5 minutes to back up off my man Changbin! 🫵🏿

BinnieLuver99 too late! He’s already mine now; stop being delusional girly 😌💅

user bitch— isn’t that you?! 🫪

BinnieLuver99 haters gonna hate. 

user yes, we hate crazy ppl like you dummy 🙄

BinnieLuver99 blocked.

user the fact that CB might genuinely fit in your pocket is astounding 

user he’s just a little guuuuy 🥺

user the littlest 🤲🏼

Following Changbin around for the third time this week really shouldn’t have been anywhere near your bucket list. Well, that is, if you were normal. You, however, did not fit into the status quo of the mundane. You did not know what healthy boundaries were outside of the work setting. It was ironic really. But anyone who was as dedicated of a fan as you are would also take any opportunity they could to capture candid photos of their idol. Even if it meant creating the opportunities to do so. 

Currently, you were situated outside of a hot pot restaurant watching the buff man waiting to be seated with a few friends. He was casually propped up against a wall with his arms folded intently listening to whatever his lifting buddy was saying. The tight, black shirt he wore complimented his frame perfectly as his muscles bulged at the arm. 

Mesmerised, you snapped a few shots to compile for your shrine back in your apartment. This week alone you had obtained sixty-eight photos that nobody in the fandom had ever seen. It would totally be lucrative for your side hustle of selling ‘never before seen’ memorabilia. Glancing down at your camera, you don’t notice until it’s too late that Changbin’s gaze has flitted over in the direction of the windows, where you currently stand outside of the restaurant. 

Hoisting the camera back up for another picture, you notice it. Gasping in shock at the impassive look on his face, you duck behind the bushes. Fingers crossed he didn’t see you. But if he did, it was no big deal. You were wearing a disguise anyway. He wouldn’t be able to tell if it were a man or a woman stalking him. 

Lowering your cap further on your head and securing your hoodie, you push your sunglasses further up your nose glancing over the bushes. Changbin is no longer looking in your direction. But he is frowning disappointedly and shaking his head as he makes a remark to his friend, gesturing heatedly towards the windows. Feeling concerned about being compromised, you begrudgingly make your way back to the safety of your car. 

Sifting through your material, you select some pictures of your excursions from the week, reserving the best photos for your own personal archive. Stay was going to eat this up.

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BinnieLuver99 My favorite thing about Changbin is how attentive he is even in an off guard. 

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user No fucking WAY are we doing this again!

user Girl— can you be normal at least ONCE?! 😤

user the way some ppl do not respect others privacy is concerning.

user u are not owed the right to invade in Changbin’s personal space! 🤬

user this man is just out and about minding HIS BUSINESS, mind you, and you have the audacity to follow him around and film it?! 

user 🫤dude, you’re disgusting.

user delete this delete this delete this 

user @BinnieLuver99 wtf? 

user great pictures 🤗👍🏻

BinnieLuver99 thank you ☺️.

user oh you bitches are SICK 🤢 

user how tf do we get this account banned? I’m so serious. 

user I hope JYP sues you. Deadass 👺

BinnieLuver99 it’s not that big of a deal. 

user no, it actually IS!!!!

You didn’t quite understand why everyone was soooo up in arms regarding your latest post. It wasn’t a big deal. Your actions were harmless. It’s not like you approached the man with a camera in his face paparazzi style. Once again, no harm, no foul. Besides, Changbin is a celebrity. He signed up for this. He’s a big boy and should be used to it by now. So, why was everyone clutching their pearls acting so appalled? They fake being moral and ethical on social media for clout but would totally act worse than you if given the chance to meet him in person. If you were that malicious, you would’ve violated Changbin’s rights by now invading his privacy as your client. People are lucky you’re not as crazy as they make you out to be. At least you had some threshold limitations despite lack of reasonable boundaries in terms of parasocial relationships.

Just then, a notification on your phone snaps you out of your reverie. Oh! Changbin posted on social media for the first time in a while. Eager to feast your eyes upon his muscular frame, you open Instagram once again. Much to your surprise, you find that what Changbin uploaded isn’t a cute selfie or some congratulatory post for one of his members. Instead, he seemingly directs a stern message to his fanbase.

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Bin_binnies STAY, please respect mine and the other members’s privacy. It’s not safe following us around constantly. How else are you going to take care of yourself? We’re just ordinary guys with extraordinary jobs. Please take a break every now and again and focus on your health. Drink water, touch grass, or bask in the sun. Just remember… you are far more important than 8 guys on a screen. Take care 💓

—Changbin

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user this was a wholesome way of him telling y’all to leave them the FUCK alone 😌

user Changbin politely crashing out? Valid 🫱🏾‍🫲🏻

user tell ‘em Changbin!

user this has been a long time coming

user even in the face of stalkers he’s always so kind

user if not husband, why husband shape? 🥺

user I hope that weirdo ass loser BinnieLuver whoever takes the hint and leaves him tf alone 🙄

user hint? That was a whole demand. Changbin is aware and salvaging that chick’s reputation. But this sure as hell was straightforward as ever 

user @BinnieLuver99 this message was for you 😙🖕🏼

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