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ᯓ★ alone together

ᝰ hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

ᝰ wc: 569

ᝰ an: i wrote it a few weeks ago when i wasnt feeling too well and then i listened to alone together by fall out boy and boom! i wrote this fic :3 i hope you'll like it, please remember to leave feedback !!<3

you didn’t know what time it was when you finally entered your flat. you only knew it was late - too late for your liking. letting out a loud sigh you kicked off your shoes, not caring about putting them neatly on the shelf. you only dreamed of going to sleep so the day could finally be over.

it’d been too much lately - the voices in your head got louder again and your boss had been acting like a complete bitch, making your life miserable and leaving you feeling like a failure. you were overworked and overwhelmed and you could only take so much before breaking down completely.

you dragged your lifeless body to the bathroom, stripping down of your work attire and letting the warm stream of shower water rinse the exhaustion and ache from your muscles. you didn’t bother doing your skincare - with your state, you were proud of yourself for just showering and every other thing seemed like too much of a hustle in that moment. leaving the bathroom, you felt a sting in the corner of your eyes and you let the tears fall down your cheeks, thinking it could be best. after all, even clouds cry when they feel too heavy.

you entered your bedroom with a foggy sight, not entirely aware of your surroundings, so when you heard a quiet groan you wiped your eyes, scanning the room in confusion.

“hyune?” you asked in a small voice, finally acknowledging that your fiancé was home. he hummed softly, not saying anything and it confused you even more. “baby, what are you doing here? i thought you were staying at changbin’s tonight?”

hyunjin shook his head, burying his face deep into the pillow, and you brought your hand to his hair, threading your fingers through his dishevelled locks. you took your time to massage his scalp and hyunjin seemed to visibly relax under your touch, finally looking up at you.

“why are you crying?” he whispered with worry, ignoring your question. he stretched out his arms and invited you into his embrace which you gladly accepted without a word. his strong arms wrapped around your body, creating a shelter for you and your messy thoughts. “bad day?” hyunjin added, placing a gentle peck at your temple.

“yeah,” your voice was small and weak as you replied, the tears starting to fall again. “you too?”

“yeah.”

there was no need for further explanation. without a word, you snuggled closer into hyunjin’s chest, hearing his heartbeat - your favourite lullaby. the silence filled the room, the only things that could be heard were your quiet sniffles and hyunjin’s heavy breathing as he tried to calm himself down. suddenly, a wave of guilt filled your body. you looked up at your fiancé, the sight of his troubled expression making your heart sink.

“i’m sorry i can’t help you right now,” you said, your voice barely above the whisper. hyunjin shook his head, closing his eyes.

“it’s okay, you’re hurting too. we can be two troubled souls together until we are ready to help each other, yeah?”

you nodded weakly, more tears spilling from your puffy eyes, and hyunjin was quick to wipe them from your face. you leaned to kiss him and he didn’t protest. it was messy, just like your minds at that moment, but neither of you seemed to care as you found comfort in each other’s arms.

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jeyelleohe · 3 days

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Finding Out You're Single - Bang Chan

Just testing out a new app for texts 😌 nothing suspicious going on with that. and by that I mean do not pay attention to the time stamps. 😬

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jeyelleohe · 3 days

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Finding Out You're Single - Han Jisung

I guess this is a series with me now I say as I add it to my master list and create a link tree for all the other members.

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Swim - [ Lee Know ]

🎸 SYNOPSIS : After a nasty break-up with your loser ex, you head to your favorite club to let loose, when the bartender catches your eye. He's managed to make you laugh more than you had all week and slowly you find yourself losing focus on his words and more on his veiny hands.

GENRE : smut, strangers to potential lovers

PAIRING : lee know × fem!reader

CONTENT WARNING : smut (warnings under the cut!), cocky minho, mentions of cheating (not between minho and reader), drinking

WORD COUNT : 1.7K

AUTHOR'S NOTE : (Part of my Stray Kids × Chase Atlantic series special for their sixth anniversary). Lee Minho. Where do I even start with this man. I think I started to notice more of him during the Oddinary Era videos (because of his purple hair 🧎‍♀️). I feel like out of all of them, I'm very much similar to him. I like him a lot because of that. Also his cats :( I think seeing him transformed me into a 75% cat person now lmao.

minors dni. if you click read, you agree to nsfw content

SMUT WARNING : hand kink, fingering, unprotected sex (don't be stupid), piv, semi-public sex, use of nicknames (doll, bunny), choking (fem receiving), clothed sex (?), reader drinks a little but no drunk sex, everyone is sober and consenting!

“Three shots of vodka please.” You said as you slid onto the bar stool, eyes on the bartender's back as he nodded and prepared your drink, handing you three shot glasses and leaned against the counter. You adjusted the hem of your short dress once you noticed a guy eyeing you with a hungry gleam in his eyes.

“Rough day?” The bartender asked, watching you down a glass.

“How do you know?” You asked with a chuckle.

“Everyone's out here drinking gin tonics and beers. Call it a hunch, I guess.” He shrugged, making you chuckle and thread your fingers together, watching the man with newfound interest. Brown hair hung over his eyes, the middle part showing a bit of his forehead. His lips were rosy (and very kissable at first impression). His biceps strained against the black button up he was wearing, the sleeves rolled up giving you a perfect view of his veiny arms and hands… Oh god — his hands. “So what's gotten the fine lady in a bad mood?” He asked, his big eyes focused on yours.

You drummed your nails against your glass. “I'll let you guess.”

“Let's see…” He cocked his head to the side, “boss yelled at you? Fired? Friends?” You shook your head. Finally, his eyes light up, “Ah… vodka, hanging out at the bar instead of the floor, your phone's practically a vibrator at this point — broke up with your man?”

“He's an asshole.” You huffed and took another shot, the burning liquid flowing down your throat made you cringe but you welcomed the floating feeling that followed afterwards. You weren't a lightweight, a few vodka shots weren't going to make you dead drunk, but you felt better. “He went out to a party, got wasted and fucked someone — two someone's as per his friend. And then had the fucking audacity to beg for another chance.”

He laughed. “Sounds about right.” A song started to play in the background — most likely by the performing group (3RACHA or something?) of the night since there were cheers all around. He turned around and then back again, placing a glass of ice cold beer in front of you. “On the house. That guy is an asshole. You deserve much better.”

“You don't even know me.”

“Any girl like you deserves better than a cheating bastard.”

You laughed, the smile brightening on your face as you kept talking to the man, who introduced himself as Minho. Minho. You liked that name. You liked your name rolling off his tongue even more when he repeated it after you, saying it again after tending to a few other customers. You stole glances at his hands when you thought he wasn't looking, the prominent veins underneath his smooth skin made your face flush as dirty thoughts clouded your mind.

“Do you stare at everyone's hands, or is it just mine?” The smug smile on his face paired with the glint in his eyes — he knew what you'd been doing. You turned red, trying to stammer some sort of response but it died out once you noticed that he didn't look like… he was bothered by it. “I feel honored.” He leaned forward, fingers pulling out some invisible leaf from your hair as he whispered, “wanna tell me what you were thinking about, doll?”

You gave a very intelligent response. “Uh…”

He smirked, looking away from you to tell one of the other bartenders that he was going to get more glasses from the back before telling you in a low voice, “Wait here for a few minutes and then go through the employees only door in the back.” You couldn't muster an answer before he winked and left.

Your heart was thudding in your chest. Were you actually going to do it? Follow a bartender you met a few hours ago? Something inside you was telling you to go for it. Sure, there was a possibility of you walking straight into a trap, but there were so many times he could've done something to you the whole night and he did nothing but lift your spirits. He'd managed to make you laugh more than you had all week.

You downed your last shot before getting up and going to where he instructed you to. No one batted an eye as you slipped through the clearly labeled employees only door and carefully walked into the dimly lit place that looked to be a janitor's closet when a finger tapped on your shoulder and you were met with Minho's big eyes again.

“Now that we're alone…” The muffled sound of music still played from behind the door, “what were you thinking when you were staring at my hands, hm?” You swallowed, Minho's finger traced your jawline before resting underneath your chin, making you look straight at him.

“W-Well…”

“Words, bunny.”

The nickname turned your ears red. “Y-You might be right…”

“Might?”

“Fine.” There was no going back anymore. “I was thinking… certain things about your hands.”

“Like what?”

“How they'd…” You bit your lip. “How they'd feel inside me… or… around m-my neck.”

“Good bunny.” He smirked. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Please.”

He wasted no time joining his lips with yours, practically devouring you as he pushed against the wall, tongue sliding into your mouth and meeting yours. His hands rested on your waist, squeezing the flesh as he deepened the kiss. Sloppy and messy, things only got more heated as the minutes flew by. He detached from you and instead peppered kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Your palm was flat against his chest, feeling his muscles tensing beneath your skin. He nipped at a spot on your neck that made heat pool between your thighs, an unintelligible sound leaving your mouth.

“Oh, you liked that?” He bit down again in the same spot, hard enough to leave a mark before smoothing over it with his tongue.

“Please…” You whimpered.

“Please what?”

“N-Need you. Your fingers.”

“Where do you need them bunny?” He was teasing you. You could see that. But you had just about enough of it. You took his hand and guided it between your parted legs, right onto your covered crotch. “You're soaking. Just thinking about my hands did this to you?” You nodded. He rubbed your clothed pussy, making your head fall onto his shoulder, the feeling nearly making your knees buckle and he barely even did anything. He pulled his hand away and tapped his finger against your lips, “Suck.”

You wasted no time in doing exactly what he said, wrapping your pink lips around his two fingers and coating them with your saliva. He chuckled, taking them out and slipping off your panties from underneath the short dress you were wearing, rubbing over your folds and your clit. You moaned at the simple touch which made him chuckle. He prodded at your hole before a digit entered inside you and you could've cum from just the feelings. “Oh god…”

He inched his finger inside and slowly began moving it in and out, adding another finger when he heard the sweet, sinful sounds escaping your lips, scissoring you open. “Look at you. Already fucked out from just my fingers. How are you even going to be able to handle my cock, hm?”

“I-I can do it. Want your cock. W-Want you to fill me up, Minho, p-please —” You were cut off by your own whimper as he pressed his thumb against your bundle of nerves. You were clenching around his fingers, almost able to taste your orgasm when he stopped and removed his fingers. You whined at the loss, your climax crumbling away.

“The only way you're cumming —” He undid his belt and pulled his pants down along with boxers so his dick could spring out. “On my cock.” And it was big. Fuck. You drooled at the sight of his thick cock, the leaky mushroom tip and the vein that ran along his length and then his heavy balls — holy shit. “Get on that table for me.” He nudged his head towards the small desk table. You scrambled to get there, laying down on the cold wood, your wet pussy on full display for him. “Such an obedient bunny.” He ran the tip of his dick along your folds, only entering you slowly after you whined for him to just put it in.

And he was big. He just kept going and going until you felt the head brush against your cervix. You felt impossibly full, head swimming in ecstasy. Through your half-lidded eyes, you could see he was struggling to keep his composure, eyebrows taut as he held your hips down. Once you gave him the go ahead, he wasted no time in setting a quick pace. Your moans echoed off the walls. The music from outside was like a background track for the sinful deed you were doing.

The water's getting colder, let me in your ocean, swim.

“Pussy so fucking tight — even after I stretched you out with my fingers —” Minho grunted, angling his hips so that he was hitting that spot inside you that made you see white with every thrust. You were babbling incoherently, much to his amusement. “Did I fuck my bunny dumb already?” One of his free hands reached up and wrapped around your throat. You opened your eyes again, the sight of his veiny arms making you clench impossibly tighter. He let out a groan, squeezing your neck to restrict your breathing a little.

You could feel your orgasm approaching again, your moans turned into high pitched whimpers, his name leaving your mouth like a mantra as you convulsed, cumming around his cock, milking him dry. He let put a string of curses as his thrusts turned sloppy and uncoordinated before he came inside you, fucking his seed into you until he was spent and slowed down.

The two of you were silent, panting to catch your breath.

“Block your loser ex. I'm the one who's going to make you feel like this. With my mouth. With my fingers. And with my dick. Over and over again.”

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3racha reactions | to you having a panic attack

a/n: for @moonacholy’s request for 3racha reaction to panic/anxiety attacks! this is based off of my own experience with panic/anxiety attacks, as well as my clinical experiences with panic attacks. everyone experiences anxiety and panic differently, so if this doesn’t apply to you there is nothing wrong with that! i tried not to go into too much detail of the actual attack, but rather the aftermath.

warnings: anxiety, panic attack

chan

your breathing comes out in quick bursts, ragged icy cold air pulling in and rushing out before you can fill even a third of your lungs. your vision blurs around the edges as your eyes flicker around, taking in the beady eyes of everyone in the room looking at you with judgment swirling around their heads.

a hand takes your wrist gently, and you almost snatch it away before chan’s face swims into your vision and you realize that its his fingers wrapping around your skin. let’s get out of here, he mouths. or did he speak? you can’t hear anything other than the blood rushing through your ears and the air crackling in and out of your throat. he takes you out of the room, pulling you gently and pausing when you stumble over your feet.

he walks you to your car, helping you into the backseat before jogging around and sitting next to you. he takes your hands in his, squeezing gently when you take in a particularly sharp breath.

“okay, breath with me, it’s okay,” he says, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slow. “in when i squeeze, out when i let go, okay?”

you nod, trying to take in a full breath when he squeezes your hands, letting it out in staccato bursts before he lets go. god, why can’t you even do this right?

“you’re doing great, sweetheart,” he says, velvet voice soothing your racing thoughts and the petname washing over you like a comforting blanket. he squeezes again, and your breath comes in easier, not quite full but exhaling smoother than before when he lets go. he repeats this several times, each breath coming in and out easier and easier as he breathes with you, your heartbeat slowing as your body calms down.

your body feels slow as syrup by the time he lets go of your hands, and you whine a bit as you slump into the seat. he clicks his tongue, moving you so you’re resting against him instead, your head buried into his neck. he knows how tired you get after you get these attacks.

“take a nap, sweetie. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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changbin

your heart is beating so fast you think it’s going to climb up your neck and out of your mouth. it’s vibrating your entire body, each pulse feeling like a drum beating over your head, the weight of it crushing. you feel like you’re going to get beaten down to the floor until you melt into it, helpless. you can’t remember what it was like before, has your heart always been beating like this? has your breath always felt stuck in your throat the way it is now? your eyes are blurred with tears, you have no control over yourself, and it’s horrible.

“eyes on me, love,” changbin says, breaking you out of your thoughts. he’s tilting up your head so your eyes could meet his, stars of love swimming in them. “good, there you go. just look at me, i’m here, im not going anywhere, okay?”

you nod frantically, clasping both hands around one of his, not looking away from his eyes for a second in fear of drowning without him. your heart is still beating rapidly, but now you have his fingers on your wrist showing you that you aren’t going crazy. there’s someone else here. you aren’t alone.

his other hand snakes around you to rub at your back, tiny grounding circles that you put your entire focus into. before you can notice, your heartbeat is slowing and your breath is trembling past your lips. his eyes never leave yours, your tears blurring his face but his features recognizable nonetheless. he untangles your fingers from his hand where they had been white-knuckled as you clenched them, and uses the pads of his fingers to wipe away the tears on your cheeks.

once you feel like your world isn’t ending, you let out a deep breath and bury your face into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing tight. he squeezes you back, not too tight since he knows his strength, and you melt into him.

“you’re okay, my love,” he murmurs into your neck.

“i’m always okay with you.”

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jisung

you’re looking down at your hands, taking in how they’re trembling as a shaky breath leaves your mouth. you clench them into fists, twisting your lips into a frown when your weak fingers don’t tighten. you try to dig your nails into your palm to feel that spark of pain that usually grounds you, but your blunt nails feel numb against your skin. tears of frustration leak down your hot cheeks as the feelings of anxiety overwhelm you. your hands are shaking, your knees are trembling, even your teeth feel wrong. you feel like you’re going to collapse, you might actually have collapsed if it weren’t for the fact that you were already sitting down.

you’re shocked out of your spiraling thoughts when you feel an intense cold in your hand, and you gasp in a breath. you look down to see jisung’s hand pressing an ice cube into your hand. the ice is already melting into your hot palm, cool water dripping down the cracks of between your fingers, making you whine a bit. you take in another sharp breath as he presses another one into your other hand and he wraps his fingers around yours, securing the ice inside.

“i know its scary,” he says, hands squeezing yours for a moment. “it’s going to go away, you know that. just ride it out, its going to be okay.”

you focus on the cold, how it stings a bit but soothes just a bit more, how the water dripping down your hand distracts you and how the droplets hitting the ground between your feet start to mirror your heartbeat. you can’t feel the trembling with his hands around yours like this, it’s like he’s absorbing all the bad and replacing it with his good.

you try to talk, to tell him what happened and why you feel like this, but the words get lodged into your throat and won’t come out. he notices, clicking his tongue and shaking his head.

“don’t talk, baby. we have plenty of time to talk later. right now i just want you comfortable.”

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psych fact on how to help with anxiety/panic: deep breathing actually helps. i know it’s like the first thing that people say to do and its hard to do and it feels redundant, but there is actually a biological component to how breathing helps! when we breathe normally, we only use about half of our lungs, but if you breathe really deep (using all of your lungs until you feel it in your belly) it helps to set off your parasympathetic nervous system (PNS). your PNS is the part of your body that regulates things like your breath and heart rate and sweating, the more physical symptoms of anxiety. so when you breathe really deep, it helps your body know that it needs to calm down. (i am getting my doctorate in psychology so i promise im not just saying shit to say shit!!)

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bandaids don’t fix bulletholes

sometimes your possessiveness over jisung rears it’s head at the worst moments

warnings: jisung x gender neutral reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 700+

of all the people you know, the title of social butterfly has to go to jisung.

of course, his anxiety often stops him from expressing his desire to make everyone around him laugh, and around crowds and new people he melts into a wallflower.

but around his friends? around the people he knows and trusts? he flits around from person to person like a bee collecting pollen. or like he’s playing a video game and collecting xp points from interacting with side characters. he would probably like the second analogy better.

it really doesn’t help, then, that you’re a naturally possessive person. you want to collect every one of jisung’s laughs and put them in a jar to open up on rainy days. you want to seal up his toothy grins in wax sealed envelopes to read when he’s away from you. you want those laughs and smiles to be yours. it should not be minho making jisung laugh, it should be you.

better yet, it shouldn’t be felix perching himself on jisung’s lap and tickling the hairs at the nape of his neck with his slender fingers. it shouldn’t be seungmin playfully barking at him from across the room.

and what makes this all the more ridiculous is that you’re in your apartment. the one you share with jisung. you’re hosting your friends for your own anniversary dinner and you can’t help but be jealous that your boyfriend of one year is giving other people his attention.

you do truly love jisung’s friends, you’ve known them long enough now for you them to consider them your family. they welcomed you into their group with wide smiles and open arms. but you can’t help but want these pieces of jisung to keep for yourself, to know that there are parts of him that only you’ve seen. you want to feel special to him, which is a ridiculous notion because you know how special you are to him. he tells you this on a daily basis. hell, he even wrote a song about it.

and most days, you’re not bothered. most days, you join in, not afraid to be affectionate with your friends and with him. most days you’re right there on laps and in hugs until you’re all in a pile on the floor not knowing which limbs belong to which person.

and then there’s rare days like these where he’s giving away cuddles and kisses and bad jokes and funny faces like they’re free and you feel your heart dry up around the corners because those should be yours and yours only. rare days where you’re faking smiles and inhabiting corners and dodging questions.

when everyone leaves at the end of the night you’re left standing alone, sullen and looking at the mess in your living room. he flits to you after closing and locking the front door, ever attentive.

“jagi, what’s wrong?” he says, his brow furrowed and his lips pursed making him look unfairly adorable. “you haven’t been yourself all evening.” the ash colored, shriveled part of your heart unfurls a little bit as you press your forehead to his, breathing him in.

“nothing’s wrong, baby,” you say, closing your eyes. “just not feeling very well. i think i’m coming down with something.” you lie, feeling bad but knowing that the truth would hurt him and you don’t think you could handle both of you being hurt right now.

“oh! i’ll make sure we have your tea stocked and that chocolate you like tomorrow, okay? let’s have a lazy day,” he says, rubbing his nose against yours briefly before taking your hand in his and leading you to your shared bedroom. his sweetness only makes you feel worse, but you’re nothing if not stubborn.

because you know that if you tell him then he would stop, that he would be less affectionate with his friends and be glued to you all evening just like you want and that would break your heart. it would kill you to have him all to yourself because you know the shining light inside of him would dim and he would do it willingly and it would be your fault. you would rather live in pitiful jealousy your entire life than see that happen.

he would do anything for you, and you’re going to try your hardest to do this for him.

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happy mistake

who would have thought that sending the wrong text would lead here?

warnings: alcohol mention, minho x gender neutral reader, consensual workplace relationship

genre: office romance

word count: 1150+

ever since you got your very first phone, you’ve been putting in contacts with people’s first and last name. even your closest friends, the ones whose numbers you know by heart, have their last names stored in your contacts. you suppose you do it because you like uniformity of it, but you never really gave much attention to that habit of yours. until right now.

maybe it was the universe’s wicked way of messing with you to have your sweet best friend and your utilitarian boss have the same last name. you’re usually so, so careful sending things to each of them because of it. you know that lee felix wouldn’t mind a mix-up but lee minho would probably end your existence with his steely stare if you sent him a text meant for someone else.

really, you could have avoided this whole thing if you had just consistently paid a little more attention to the name of the person you were sending things to before you sent it. but no one ever said you were observant.

you’re a little more than tipsy, having been at a work happy hour event for the past hour, and you couldn’t stop yourself from taking advantage of the drink deals. your job pays decently but not enough for you to want to pay fully for overpriced drinks. as a lull in the conversation around you has you pulling out your phone and opening twitter, idly scrolling with your thumb as you sip on your third espresso martini.

when your boss is so hot but he’s so married, a tweet reads, making you snort under your breath. this tweet has felix written all over it, with his mount everest sized crush on his boss chan that he vehemently denies every time you bring it up.

you tap the share button to send it to felix, just as your favorite coworker hyunjin frantically taps on your shoulder to get your attention. you quickly tap the first contact you see under “lee” and send it, locking your phone to give hyunjin your full attention. if you didn’t, he would cause a scene and you weren’t equipped to deal with that right now.

a few minutes later your phone buzzes in your hand and you peek at your notifications below the table.

“i’m not often at a loss for words but you’ve managed to render me speechless.” a text from lee minho, your boss, reads. your brow furrows as you think about what it could mean; you haven’t spoken to minho all night, you’ve barely texted him ever, he’s all the way across the bar from you. you unlock your phone to see if you missed any messages from him, but you freeze in your tracks once the app pulls up.

right above his text is the tweet you sent to felix. or, by the looks of it, to minho.

“oh god,” you groan, putting your head in your hands to hide the blush that was furiously making itself known. hyunjin casts a curious look your way, but you look up to meet minho’s eyes and you have to get out of there. you mumble to hyunjin that you’ll pay him back for your drinks and rush out of the bar, almost tripping over your chair in your haste to leave.

you’re almost at your car when you hear an annoyingly smug voice call out your name.

“aren’t you a little too drunk to be driving right now?” minho says, catching up to you with long, graceful strides and leaning against the trunk of a car. your car. what the hell. “sending a text like that means you can’t be sober.”

“mr. lee, sir, i’m so sorry,” you start, your blush creeping your way up to your ears as this your breaths quicken. you’re so losing your job right now. “that text wasn’t meant for you, i don’t even know how this happened. it wasn’t even about you! not that i don’t think you’re hot! i mean- that’s not what i meant, i just meant you’re not unattractive-“

“hey, it’s okay,” he says, his demeanor changing as your anxiety increased, his voice the gentlest you’ve ever heard it. his eyes were wide and his hands were held out as if he wanted to comfort you but didn’t know how. “i was just teasing you.” you look up at his face for the second time tonight and see- compassion? concern? “i figured it was a mistake.”

“oh,” you stammer, heart rate slowing down to a less concerning pace. lee minho is being nice to you? tough, hard, hot, unattainable lee minho is being nice to you?

“but for the record, i don’t think you’re unattractive either,” he says, his soft smirk mixing with his warm eyes. all you can do is squeak at his words, resisting the urge to hide your face in your hands as the blood rushed to your cheeks.

“let me drive you home,” he says, already tugging your hand in the direction of his car. you aren’t drunk, but he doesn’t need to know that yet.

you let him drive you home.

he lets you pick the music.

and then you let him inside.

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hours later, you’re both sitting on opposite ends of your couch with drying hair, drinking coffee in companionable silence that should be much more awkward than it is. your lips are red, bite marks mark your collar, and you feel more satisfied than you have in forever.

“i-“ you start, wincing at how hoarse your voice sounded and clearing your throat a little. “i’m a bit surprised. i thought you didn’t like me, to be honest. i thought you didn’t like any of us.” you’re trying to piece together this person in front of you, the tough and cold boss at work not seeming to mesh with the teasing yet shy and caring man in front of you, in your home, and a welcome presence at that. the way he’s taken care of you tonight, exceptionally attentive like you’re something to be protected, has broken any conceptions you had about him and it’s making your head spin.

“i never meant to make you feel that way,” he starts, serious, setting his coffee down after taking a sip. he turns and folds his legs under himself to face you on the couch and you’re instantly endeared by how much he resembles a cat. maybe he has cats? you want to ask if he has cats. you want to know everything about him. “i just, wanted to be respected, i guess. sometimes i care too much and people walk all over me and i didn’t want that to happen again. i do really like you and our team, who do you think buys bagels and leaves them in the break room every week?” he smiles insecurely, not quite meeting your eyes, and the look on his face makes your heart melt. you want to kiss that soft smile off his face.

“i thought they just appeared there,” you say, voice teasing and soft, and the conversation lulls off as you both sip on your coffee in silence. a moment passes, and you’re almost tempted to ask him if he wants to stay the night-

“but,” he starts, voice loud and awkward as he ducks his head down bashfully. “i think i like you a little more than the others.”

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can’t get you off my mind

classic you-meet-minho-at-a-party-and-he-takes-your-breath-away trope

warnings: alcohol mention, minho x gender neutral reader

genre: strangers to lovers

word count: 750+

the first time you see him he’s walking through the front door with chan and jisung like he owns the place.

he’s stupidly pretty, with plump pink lips formed into a pout and long lashes framing big eyes. he’s wearing sinfully tight leather pants and a soft looking sweater, a look you didn’t think would ever fit but somehow this boy makes it work. you realize you’ve been staring for longer than is socially acceptable when he turns and his eyes latch onto yours, and your cheeks burn as your gaze drops down to the half finished drink in your hand. your mind is racing, you swear you’ve seen him before somewhere, his eyes are captivatingly familiar. your friend taps you on the shoulder, holding out a ball indicating that it’s your turn to go in pong, and he almost leaves your mind.

the second time you see him, he’s leaning against the kitchen island in a way which you can only describe as cocky. you can’t shake how familiar he looks, but where have you seen him before?

“another drink?” he asked, holding out a seltzer to you. you take it, nodding in thanks.

“you’re here alone? no one to get drinks for you?” he asks teasingly, perching up on the counter.

“i don’t think that’s any of your business,” you flush, refusing to feel embarrassed. “last i saw, you walked in here alone too.” a low blow, maybe, but he started it.

“is that you admitting to have been watching me?” he asks, leaning his elbows on his knees and resting his chin in his hands, which would have been an adorable pose for anyone other than him. “it’s okay. i’ve been watching you too. anyone who i was with tonight wouldn’t have held a match to you.”

you choked on your seltzer, staring at him in shock, but he just hopped off the counter and sauntered away.

the third time you see him, he’s white-knuckling a bottle of beer in his hand while cringing away from a girl in a ridiculously short skirt and false lashes. you’re walking towards them, trying to get to the balcony behind them to get some fresh air. he grabs your wrist before you can walk past them, and all but pushes you between himself and the unnamed girl just as she’s reaching to feel his bicep.

“this is y/n,” he says, his voice smooth as velvet despite the discomfort you know he’s feeling. “have you two met?”

the girl scoffs, not bothering to answer him as she walks away in search of other prey.

“rude,” you giggle, breath catching as you realize he’s still holding your wrist. “wait, how do you know my name?” you ask, his earlier comment mixed with this interaction catching you way off guard.

“i make it a point to know everyone here, y/n,” he said, turning his grip on your wrist to hold your hand. “it’s a pleasure to meet you, by the way.”

you blush, questioning how he can be so ridiculously charming and annoyingly cocky at the same time. you open your mouth to answer, but before you can speak he’s beckoned by chan and jisung from the other side of the room.

“minho!” chan exclaims, flushed and giggly drunk, making the pretty boy’s head turn. “minho come here!”

“come see this! changbin’s about to crush this guy in arm wrestling!” jisung followed, giddy.

“duty calls,” minho says, leaning into your space just long enough for you to smell his sweet musky cologne under the alcohol on his sweater. he smirks and walks away, leaving you to finally get to the balcony.

minho, you mouth his name, testing it out. i like it.

the fourth time you see him, you’re leaving the bathroom and he’s right by the door, beckoning you into a room down the hallway with crooked fingers. of course you follow, and as soon as you enter the door he shuts and locks it behind you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. he backs you up to the bed, and you let out a yelp as your knees hit the edge and give out. he’s looking down at you, smiling softly in place of the smirk he’s been wearing all night.

“minho, can we be in here?” you ask timidly, your hands twisting around each other. he makes you nervous, you can’t help it.

“oh, kitten, this is my house. you’re on my bed,” he practically purrs, moving closer to you and caging you against the headboard. “you don’t need to worry about any of that.”

turns out, he does actually own the place.

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what’s yours is mine

a self indulgent chan fluff where you can’t stop taking his things

warnings: chan x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff

word count: 750+

it starts with a hair band.

the hair band that chan uses to hold his hair out of his eyes when he working out. the one that gets all sweaty by the end of his sessions when he tugs it off and throws onto the bathroom counter.

that hair band. it’s kind of gross isn’t it? the sweat has long since dried but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t there. that doesn’t stop you from wrapping it around your wrist a couple times and admiring it in front of you. you lace your hands together and if you squint it’s like he’s there with you holding your hand.

he won’t even notice, surely. he has more, it’s part of a set of 10 that he bought in bulk. he’s in the studio anyways, won’t be back until late, plenty of people might use the dorm bathroom between now and then so there’s no proof that you took it. not that he would probably care, but you’re still in the new stages of your relationship and you don’t know if “hey chan, can i have your sweaty hair band?” is moving too fast.

but then you’re taking his earrings.

they’re left behind in his drawer in his bedside table, you find them as you’re rifling through it to find the spare set of your glasses you leave at the dorm for when you stay over. your vision is blurry but you recognize them when they hit your hand and you can’t help yourself from looping them through your ears. he’s wearing another pair of earrings right now that felix got him so he surely wouldn’t miss this pair right? and they’re small steel colored hoops, not flashy, so he probably won’t even notice them on you.

they have a little bit of weight to them, and you love that. every time you move your head, the hoop dangles just a bit and you’re reminded of them sitting right on your lobes. if you lean into the feeling it’s almost as if he’s in your space, nibbling on your ear, and that drives you crazy.

and who would you be if you didn’t take that hat, sitting innocently on the kitchen table?

the very hat that he wears backwards on his head, his hair pushed back, making him look like every one of your high school crushes. it looks kind of silly on you, you think. your hair poofs out a little from the sides and the front covers your face but its weight feels like chan is running his fingers through your hair and you kind of can’t take it off.

he gives you a look when you meet him for coffee an hour later, wearing that very hat, but he doesn’t say anything and you let out a breath and give the barista your coffee order. he probably thinks you just grabbed it because you needed a hat, not because it’s his hat. nevermind that you never wear hats and this is probably the first time he’s ever seen you in one.

but then, the hoodie.

it all comes to a head when you steal his hoodie, the oversized one that would have no problem fitting two or three of him in, the one he got as a gag gift a couple birthdays back. it’s sitting on his bed, taunting you as if it knows how much you want to put it on. so you do.

it goes down almost to your knees when you slip it over your head and the hood covers your eyes. you push it back to look at yourself in his mirror, smiling softly and pleased. it smells like him, smothering you in a hug of his shampoo and cologne. if you close your eyes, it’s almost like he has his arms wrapped around you-

“is that my hoodie?” you’re startled out of your thoughts, glancing past your own reflection to meet his eyes in the mirror from where he’s standing in the doorway behind you. “first my hair band, and my hat, then my earrings, now this?”

“you noticed?” you squeaked, blood rushing to your face as you turn to face him.

“of course i noticed. you’re wearing my things,” he says, moving closer and you back up a little, the backs of your knees hitting his bed.

“i’m sorry,” you stammer, looking away from him.

“you like wearing my things, hmm?” he asks, gentle, crowding into your space a little and moving his hand under your chin to meet your eyes again.

all you can do is nod, holding your breath.

“it’s okay, angel. i like seeing you in them even more.”

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kisses with felix

kisses to his lips, tongue tracing the lines of his cupid’s bow and licking into his mouth to swipe along his teeth. your breath intermingling, short bursts from how long you’ve been at each other, neither of you wanting to pull away long enough to catch your breath.

kisses to his shoulders as you undress him, over his clothes as you unbutton his shirt and then to his bare skin as you peel the fabric off of it. reveling in the heat of his skin, almost burning under your delicate lips in the best possible way.

kisses to his neck, feeling his heartbeat flutter as he tilts his head back so you have better access. his moans starting deep and sensual and gradually getting higher in pitch as you keep going. the sounds coming from his throat are vibrating against you like you’re strumming a guitar.

kisses to his wrist as he’s fucking you, his body hovering over yours and sweat dotting his brow from exertion. you just have to turn your head a little, his arms are framing your face, and he almost collapses against you when you drag your teeth against the delicate skin of his wrist.

kisses to his waist when you go down on him, when you take a break from burying him inside of your mouth. nuzzling your head against his hips before leaning up to kiss the line of his muscles, feeling him jerk up into your hand at the action.

kisses to the shell of his ear as you ride him, your body covering his like a koala as you swirl your hips over and over and over. nipping at his lobe and letting your hot pants paint his ears red as you let your lips press against his ear, right where his piercings are.

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sfw version

chan / minho / changbin / jisung / hyunjin / seungmin / jeongin

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kisses with hyunjin

kisses to his lips, a dirty affair with bites and licks and swipes of his tongue that you could never prepare yourself for. his hands wandering from your shoulders down your back to your waist, holding you against him as you whine desperately in his lap.

kisses to the back of his ear you grind into his lap, his hands trailing under your shirt to take it off. your bodies pressed together as close as physically possible, the only sounds echoing across the room are your panting and his groans when your teeth graze his sensitive skin.

kisses to his inner thighs, a gentle press of your lips followed by the sting of your bite. stroking him off in slow, teasing motions while you do it, grinning against his skin at the way he squirms under you and asks for more, please. pulling back to admire the artwork you’ve laid out on his blank canvas, promising him that you would replace them when they faded.

kisses to the small of his back when you’re massaging him, his skin glistening with oil as the heels of your hands work out any tension in his body. the groan he lets out at the soft touch of your lips is ultimately different to the ones he would let out when you got to a particularly tough knot - it was full of longing, desire, heat. a promise of more.

kisses to his hands where they’re entangled with yours, a sweet connection between the two of you that he needs while he’s fucking you. needs to know that you’re there with him, that you’re real, that he’s the only one that gets to have you like this. you move your joint hands to your lips from where they had been pinned above you, the possessive glint in his eyes and the sharpness of his thrusts in return making you kiss him over and over.

kisses to his chest when you’re laying over him, bodies sweat-slicked and breaths coming down from your highs. you’re both too tired to speak, too spent to move, but your head is pressed to his heartbeat and your lips say what you’re thinking. his hand moves to tangle into your hair, scratching at your scalp gently and keeping you there, held against him like you’re his most prized possession.

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chan / minho / changbin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

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kisses with minho

kisses to his lips, dirty and sensual, small bites and licks into his mouth while he breaths against you in synchronization. swallowing his threaded sighs into your mouth, responding with your own, letting the harmonies swirl by your ears.

kisses to his jaw, traveling lower and lower, his pulse point jumping beneath you. teasing him as you move, slow and syrupy against him, letting him get worked up just to press him down when he tries to kiss you back.

kisses to his neck, sucking bruises into his skin so you can trace and press against the marks for days after. creating a piece of art, jewelry for him to wear and never take off until you need to do it all over again.

kisses to his chest, his skin flushing a beautiful shade of red, spreading further with every press of your lips. feeling him twitch against you when you reach a sensitive spot, not stopping even when he begins to squirm.

kisses to his thighs, his muscles tensing and flexing underneath you. the thought that he could wrap them around you and crush you with their strength makes you dizzy with desire.

kisses to his stomach, taking in the soft flesh against your lips. you revel in the velvety touch, smirking when his hands tangle into your hair to move you further down.

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chan / hyunjin / changbin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

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kisses with chan

kisses to his lips, sharp bites soothes by slow licks until his lips are red and shiney. reveling in how his eyes glaze over just a bit when you pull away, only to be dragged back into it when he chases your lips with his own.

kisses to his abs simply because you’re obsessed with them. any opportunity to run your hands across the planes of his chest, you take. if you can replace your hands with your lips? even better. he doesn’t even need to be in perfect shape, he can have a slight bulge there when he decides to eat way too many burgers and you still think he’s the sexiest man in the world.

kisses to his neck, right where his jawbone meets his pulsing vein. silky smooth skin jumping under your lips, unmarked flesh that you can’t help but drag your teeth over and sink into to leave traces of you behind.

kisses to his inner thigh while you’re going down on him. he deserves worship more than anyone in the entire world and he doesn’t get it enough. and if you can provide that, just by moving your lips to the sensitive skin of his thigh? he shudders and twitches in your hand and you do it again to the other side just to see his reaction again, because it makes you feel powerful. like you have the entire world in your hands.

kisses to his thumb, right after he’s had it hooked into your mouth as he rams into you, pushing it against the flat of your tongue and smirking at the way you gurgle around it. he moves it away, to wrap his hand around your throat or your wrists or your waist, but you hold his arm close for a moment to press a kiss to the spit-slicked skin.

kisses to his cheek when you’re on top of him, wrapped around him like a koala as he lazily thrusts up into you. it’s sweet and syrupy and loving, movements slowed because it’s the first time in a while that neither of you have anywhere to be or anything to do. he sighs into your ear when you kiss him, breath tickling your ear.

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minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

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kisses with jisung

kisses to his lips, mumbling praises of how good he is for you and how much you love him into his lips. the slide of his lips against yours rivals the softest of satins, the noises you draw from deep within him when you graze your teeth against his bottom lip sweeter than music any orchestra can produce.

kisses to the lobe of his ear, right where you know he is the most sensitive. his whine is high and thready in your ear as you move along the shell of his ear, exploring a terrain that you had already memorized over and over.

kisses to his fingertips when he’s sliding into you, leaning over you like some kind of god, the light from the windows illuminating his hair in golden hues. his thumb is pressed to your bottom lip, left there from where he had his fingers in your mouth moments ago, and you turn your head just so to kiss the tips of his fingers along with his satisfied sigh.

kisses to the column of his neck after he runs backstage after a show, sweat dripping onto your lips but you don't care. he tastes salty and musky and so much like him that you can't be bothered with the multiple pairs of eyes on you - you need to show them that he's yours.

kisses to his knees when you’re warming him with your mouth, pulling off of his cock for a moment to catch your breath. you can’t pull away too far though, you need contact with him to stay grounded, and your lips hover to his bare knees as you rest your cheek against his thigh.

kisses to his cock, teasing him, pressing your lips to the veins running along it over and over until his toes curl and his hands are balled into fists. playing him like an instrument, pulling whines and moans from his chest in a symphony of sounds.

sfw version

chan / minho / changbin / hyunjin / felix / seungmin / jeongin

a/n: line taken out from the neck one: the impulse to jump onto the stage when the crowd was screaming his name was almost too intense to ignore

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skz + hands [and how they use them]

a small drabble of stray kids' hands (appreciation) and how I THINK they use them in bed. <3

warnings: hand kink, sexual content (MDNI), fingering, oral (f receiving), squirting (hyunjin), putting that i mention jeongins church ring in here bc some people are religious n i aint tryna stir the pot

Chris : Man absolutely fingers you to the Gods. He's the type to know his hands drive you wild and he will absolutely use it to his advantage. That little 'Hall of Fame' move? Yeah - he's doing that shit to you under the dinner table when you join the boys for a night out. He's extremely good at using his hands to coax an orgasm out of you. (And you best bet he rubs over your clit with his thumb. Man is too experienced in fingering at this point. He knows all of your weak points.) conclusion: uses his index and ring finger during sex + thumb for the clit <3 skilled enough to use one hand and make it amazing

Minho : He... *sigh.* I'm going to be that person and say that when he fingers you, you can feel the veins in his fingers. Not in a gross way - in a like, textured... ribbed-for-your-pleasure-dildo kind of way. His hands are soft - incredibly so - and because of how the blood pools in his hands any time he lowers them below his ribcage, you just feel it when he's kneeling over you and two fingers deep in your pussy. He'll use his free hand to touch and pinch at your clit though - he's a little too disoriented to use just one hand. But he loves the way his hand looks when he grabs at the plush of your thigh and the veins in his hand become more prominent the tighter he holds onto you, keeping you open for him. conclusion: uses his middle and ring finger during sex, uses the opposite thumb for the clit <3 too eager to use one hand, gets messy and uses two

Changbin : He - Girl. He.. *sigh pt. 2* He's the type to not...? finger as much? But more, use his hands to spread your pussy open for him so he can shove his tongue as deep as possible into you. He's going to use his hands to hold your thighs apart (as if his broad ass shoulders dont push your thighs open enough) but he's going to do it specifically by putting his hands on the junction between your thighs and hips and splaying his fingers are far apart as he can. (also an ass grabber.) conclusion: enjoys some good handfuls of ass while he eats you out

Hyunjin : Absolutely fingers you - but always does three instead of two because he's an overachiever. He's going to be fucking you with his fingers so hard that the fucking wet squelches that come from your pussy are NOTHING short of absolutely drop dead sinful. Y'both goin' to Hell for the way he destroys your pussy with his hand. Also, who cares about the clit. You're not even going to be worrying about that because you'll be too busy squirming and crying at the way he fucks you with his fingers. conclusion: the type to fuck you with his hands so hard that you squirt. that's his end goal.

Jisung : Less of a finger-er, more of an eater. A grabber. Very grabby. He'll hoist your legs over his shoulders (mf is broad and nobody ever talks about it bc they're too focused on his waist) and slip his arms (which are again- big as FUCK) under your thighs so he can rest his hands on your abdomen. He likes feeling over your sides and tummy, maybe even reaching up to pinch your nipples and he's absolutely going to be just groping and kneading at your breasts when you start to squirm against his face. conclusion: likes to grope and grab, knows you enjoy the feeling of his hands on your body.

Felix : Again, less of someone who fingers and moreso someone who eats. Man is hungry. Man needs that meal. Man - needs that meat. (LMAO SORRY) Anyway absolutely will grab at you while he eats you out. But unlike Ji where he's groping and grabbing and whatever - Felix will slap his hands on your thighs, arms wrapped under your legs, and then he'll lay there and eat - and knead at your skin while he does it. There is never a moment where his fingers aren't digging into the soft plush of your thighs and kneading the skin, pulling lightly on it and feeling how it bulges between his fingers. He's weak for it. conclusion: thigh man 100%

Seungmin : The type to start by eating you out and letting you relax and think you're being taken care of but then slip his middle finger in and fuck you with it while he abuses you with his tongue. No warning, just a sudden intrusion that's definitely not unwelcome. Uses his free hand to pin your abdomen/hips down to the mattress so you can't move around too much. Also the type to absolutely bury his face in your pussy and try 'n get his tongue as deep into you as he possibly can. A messy eater. conclusion: eats you out like you're his last meal but likes to keep you on your toes and wiggly. he thinks you're so cute.

Jeongin : We all know he's got pretty hands. (next to seungmo, imo.) So we know he's going to use his long fucking fingers to destroy your pussy. Definitely the type to use his middle and ring finger to fuck you, free hand splayed over your thigh to push it away from his head. You swear on God he's pushing at your cervix every time he goes knuckle deep and it makes you try to close your thighs but he refuses to let it happen and holds you open. Where Seungmin fucks you with his tongue and his fingers - Jeongin fucks you with his fingers and lets his mouth take care of your clit only. But his tongue is a topic for another time. conclusion: certified clit sucker. has the longest fingers known to mankind and keeps his church ring ON while you fuck.

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