*gasp* MY BABYGIRL JISUNG YES ABSOLUTELY
kisses with jisung
kisses to his forehead, in the spot right between his eyebrows. he looks up at you with crossed eyes, trying to pinpoint the place where your lips touched his skin with his gaze. itâs an impossible task but youâre sure that if anyone could accomplish it, it was him.Â
kisses to the top of his head, right where his hair fluffs up out of his part, bouncing with every turn of his head. his hair is feather soft under your lips, the soft notes of his shampoo filtering right into the soft spots of your brain and settling in, making a home there.
kisses to his wrist when youâre playing with his hands, whether it be while youâre sitting next to him on a train ride home or heâs laying with his head in your lap as you spend your silence together. you marvel at the twisting veins hiding under his skin, and you can feel his pulse skip when you bring his wrist to your lips gently.
kisses to his lower belly when you're waking him up, complimenting them with fingers digging into his sides until he's a giggly mess underneath you. his smile is distinctly heart-shaped as he shrieks your name, but you know that he likes it when he doesn't twist away from your touch.
kisses to the back of his neck when youâre hugging him from behind, your arms secured around his waist and his entire body pressed up against yours. the warmth of his scent fills your lungs as you lean in to gently kiss the place where his hair tapers off and he melts further back into you.Â
kisses to his lips, after heâs had a sip of coffee, his lips still formed into a pout since he had just sipped from his straw. the taste transfers over, sweet bitterness mingling with his taste, and the delicate curve of his bottom lip slots against yours perfectly in the home he had made for himself there.
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chan / minho / changbin / hyunjin / felix / seungmin / jeongin
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my boooooy aaahhhh you wrote him so PERFECT I CANT HES THE PERFECT MIX OF AWKWARD AND ADORABLE also changbins couch comment? excellent. yes good.
canât get you off my mind
all good love stories start with a drunk stranger, donât they?
warnings: mentions of alcohol, fem!reader
genre: fluff, comfort
word count: 4k
it starts at a bar.Â
or really, it starts with a man at a bar. one that youâve seen before in passing, a familiar face in a sea of more familiar faces. someone who youâll later learn is one third of your best friend changbinâs production team, someone who you should have met years ago probably, someone who you would find is the perfect puzzle piece that fits into your jagged edges.
but right now, he is just a man at a bar with a beer in hand and a ridiculously dopey smile on his face.Â
âmarry me, please,â he says, absolutely serious but itâs a bit diluted from the way his words were slurred around the edges. âor iâll have to kidnap you.â
âexcuse me?â you raise a brow at him, his image swimming a bit as you turn your head to fully take him in. youâre not drunk, but youre a couple glasses of wine deep and youâre not known for being fully articulate whilst sober anyways.Â
âi swear iâm going to marry you,â he says, eyes wide as he looks at you. âyou might be the most perfect person iâve ever seen.â
youâre not overly fond of men you havenât met hitting on you, but this one seems a bit harmless. if you ignored the part where he said he would kidnap you. at least he wasnât grabbing onto you or trying to touch you - that would have sent your fist flying towards his face and probably a swift exit from the bar. it was a little weird that you didnât find him weird, but in retrospect you must have known, even then.Â
âokay, listen,â you put your hands on your hips, giving him an unimpressed look. âif you find me when youâre sober, ask me again and maybe iâll reconsider.â
âokay,â he nods, hair moving along with his movement like a puppyâs ears. âi can do that. iâll find you, i promise. iâm gonna marry you, did you know?â
âso iâve heard,â you roll your eyes, already feeling a bit fond about him. you didnât think youâd meet him again, but you were sure that youâd look at this night with a fond smile later.Â
he sends you the brightest smile you think youâve ever seen on a person and scampers off, and you stand rooted to that one sticky spot in the bar for longer than you want to admit.
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heâs in the back of your mind when you wake up the next morning, in a better mood than most - you never liked waking up early, it always took you a good hour and some coffee to be able to stand without grimacing. this morning though, you float around your apartment as you get dressed with a small smile on your face.Â
a cute stranger who kept his boundaries and called you perfect? that wasnât something that happened often, at least not to you.Â
the floatiness followed you all the way through your morning routine until you found your feet stopping outside the coffee shop that you and changbin all but owned. you had no stock in it, but youâre sure that you supply them at least half of their revenue, you probably sit on their rickety chairs more often than your actual couch at home. this place has nursed you through every college class and job interview preparations and beyond, and if it ever closed you might lose time off of your life span.Â
your movements from the door to the counter to your usual seat were robotic, muscle memory taking over while your head did somersaults through the clouds. itâs only when you take the first sip of coffee, the bitterness and heat hitting your tongue in a delightful dance, that you notice it.Â
another man is sitting next to changbin. a man that looks awfully familiar, and it takes you a moment to realize why. itâs the man from the bar.Â
âchangbin?â you keep your eyes on the other man as you direct your question at changbin, trying hard to keep your face neutral. âexplain?â
âiâm chan,â the man interjects before changbin can answer, reaching his hand across the table for you to shake. itâs warm, his grip somewhere perfectly in the middle of too hard and too soft, and he lets go after an appropriate amount of seconds. despite the neutral passivity of the gesture, you feel something ignite within you, and it threatens to sputter out when you catch no spark of recognition in his eyes. was he that drunk last night that he doesnât remember you? do his sober eyes not find you as perfect?
âhe crashed at my place last night,â changbinâs voice filters through your turmoil, and you finally break away from chanâs gaze to level him with a look. âand he needed coffee, so i brought him along. chan, this is y/n, my best friend.â
the conversation that followed flowed more freely than the coffee dripping from the machines behind the counter, and you almost hate how much you like it. chan is a little goofy, the man from the previous night shining through moments of seriousness and rapt attention.Â
by the time you had to leave to go to work you felt like you knew him. you learned where he lived (close to you!), that he worked with changbin (heâs a producer!), and that he loved all animals but he adored dogs (he has one named berry!). just an hour of casual conversation had led to you needing more of him in every aspect of your life, but still in the back of your head lived the thought of him not remembering you from the night before.
changbin leaves first, citing some meeting he had to run to in the middle of a yawn, and when you were left with chan the embarrassment began to set in.Â
âiâm going to marry you,â he blurts out, startling you so much you almost jump out of your seat.Â
âwhat?â you ask, a mixture of surprise and disbelief combining into a confusing vortex within your head - was he going to go through this again? you didnât know if your heart could take it.Â
âi mean, i remember you,â he says before you could awkwardly excuse yourself and commit to getting to work early for the first time in a year just to escape being in a room alone with him for much longer. âiâm sorry, i was just embarrassed. i didnât want to make a fool out of myself in front of changbin.â
âoh,â your breath leaves you all at once and you slump into your chair, understanding hitting you like a train. âthat makes sense? i think?â
âiâm going to marry you,â he repeats, a mischievous glint in his eyes, the boy from last night shining through. âone day. iâm going to do it.â
âtake me on a date first,â you tease back, a genuine smile stretching across your lips when he laughs, a full bodied thing that drew in eyes from the patrons across the room. for once, you didnât seem to care that othersâ eyes were on you. he made you feel comfortable.Â
âwhat are you doing tomorrow?â his mouth turns upwards into a beautiful smile that you canât help but return.Â
âeager, are we?â you open your phone, sliding it across the table with the new contact page open on it. âiâm free.â
âyouâre the most perfect person iâve ever laid eyes on,â he says, as serious and genuine as the way he had proposed to you last night as he taps his number into your phone. âsorry if iâm a bit desperate.â
âdonât apologize,â you take your phone back, making a mental note to text him later. âi like it, for some unearthly reason. youâre cute, chan.â
the sound of his delighted laugh follows your footsteps all the way to work.Â
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he picks you up for your first date at noon, right on the dot. he wasnât a minute late, a polite knock sounding through your apartment just as the hour turned, as if he had been waiting and watching the time outside the door.Â
god, is everything about this man endearing?Â
heâs wearing shorts and a light sweater, looking like something out of a posh magazine. his hair is curly and swept off his forehead and heâs wearing a smile with the most adorable dimples shining through.Â
he leads you to his car and you have to hold back an impressed whistle. you knew changbin and his team did well for themselves, the name 3racha all over the credits of songs on the radio, but this car was nice. you were going to have a talk with changbin about why he still drove the same beat up sedan heâs had since college but that was a thought for later. right now all you wanted to think about was the man who held the door open for you to slide into the passenger seat and was now holding your hand over the middle console.Â
âdo i get to know where weâre going?â you ask, peering at the map open on his phone but it tells you nothing more than that your destination was 15 minutes away and that he had to make a right turn in one mile.Â
âitâs a surprise,â he says, voice a little nervous but it was masked with excitement. wherever he was taking you, you would be happy to be there if he was this happy the whole time.Â
four songs on the radio later, one of which you teased him for when he revealed that he wrote it, he was pulling into a parking lot illuminated by flashing colorful lights. he had brought you to the fair.Â
âiâve never been to the fair!â you bounced a little in your seat, wriggling in excitement. âiâve always wanted to go, how did you know?â
âlucky guess?â he shrugs, avoiding your gaze as he cuts the engine and unbuckles his seatbelt.Â
âchangbin told you, didnât he,â you smile at the thought of chan asking his friend about what youâd like. it was cute, a word that you were probably exhausting when thinking about him even after a day of knowing him.Â
âyes, but,â he flushes, the tips of his ears burning red. âi asked him after i had decided to come here, just to make sure it was a good idea. i didnât steal it from him.â
âhey, itâs okay,â you squeeze his hand in yours that he had yet to let go of in what you hoped was a comforting gesture. you didnât know what brought him calmness yet, but you wanted to learn. you wanted to learn everything about him. ânow, take me to the fair, bang chan. i was promised a date.â
he finally meets your eyes again and heâs grinning so happily that you feel like you had just won a prize. who needed a fair when you had your very own carnival game right here?Â
it turns out, you did. by the time the sun was beginning to set, your arms were full of various plushies that chan had won for you, each one earning him a hug and a kiss to his cheek. you treasured every single one, the fluttering in your chest when he stepped up to the booths to throw and shoot various things never ceasing.Â
âletâs go to the ferris wheel,â you tug at him with your free hand, thanking the skies when you see no queue there. âi bet the sunset looks beautiful from the top.â
heâs quiet when he follows you there and into the carriage, his thigh pressing against yours as he slides in next to you, but you donât notice in your excitement. it isnât until the wheel ticks to the top and stops that he grabs your hand again, trembling a little.Â
âchan? are you okay?â you ask, concern warping your voice as you turn towards him. your movement rocks the carriage a bit and he turns pale, ducking his head into your neck to hide.Â
âyeah, âm okay,â he murmurs, his eyelashes ticking your skin when he blinks his eyes shut. âjust donât like heights very much.â
âoh my god, why didnât you tell me?â you cry out, jumping a bit and regretting it when you rock the carriage again. ânevermind that, what can i do? itâll go down soon, youâll be alright.â
âjust keep holding my hand?â he squeezes your fingers lightly and your heart melts. you may have made a joke that he was just trying to trick you into holding his hand any other time, but the fear in his shaking body was real and youâd never tease him for that.Â
âof course,â you press a kiss to his hair, moving your other hand slowly to wrap around your intertwined fingers. the wheel begins to turn again, swaying the carriage as it descends. you keep your grip on his hand tight the entire time, all the way until youâre on your feet again on steady ground.Â
âiâm so sorry,â you begin to say, the horror of subjecting him to his fear creeping up now that the crisis has passed.Â
âiâm going to marry you,â he says, cutting off your apology and lifting your hands to his mouth so he could press a kiss to the back of yours. âno oneâs ever been able to keep me that calm. thank you.â
you were left speechless after that and all you could do was smile at him, the ghost of it not leaving your face for the rest of the night.Â
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your thirty first date with chan ends with you crying into changbinâs arms, utterly confused and the feeling of despair creeping up your veins. you had met him your cafe as you had done several times since the fair, but when you arrived he wasnât there. he came late, dark storms in his eyes and a hard set to his jaw and you didnât understand what had made him like that. the usual smile and twinkle in his eyes were missing, and when you and asked him about what was wrong he had snapped at you in a way you hadnât been talked to in years.Â
you had left after that, brushing him off when his eyes had widened and he reached for you while calling out your name. you know that you should have given him a chance to explain, but at the time you were too hurt to consider it.Â
you made your way to changbinâs apartment without thinking, your feet taking you to safety before your head could catch up. changbin had taken one look at your face before wrapping you up in his arm, walking you to his couch so he could cuddle you properly while words spilled out of you like a leaky faucet. you felt like you were back in college, crying and blubbering over a boy who had rejected you at a party, and you hated it.Â
you didnât notice changbin sending an angry text to chan, but the sound of changbinâs door opening with a bang startled you out of your tears. chan bursts in like a whirlwind, his hair sticking up at weird angles and a look of panic on his face as he takes you in. he reaches the couch in a few strides and falls to his knees in front of you, holding a crumpled bag from the cafe in his hand and taking your cheek gently into his other. his thumb wipes at the tear tracks there and you could practically taste the guilt emanating off of him.Â
âlove, i am so sorry,â he starts, ignoring changbin when he scoffs at the apology. âi shouldnât have snapped at you, i had no right to do that. i got some bad news this morning and i wasnât feeling my best, and i should have been honest with you. iâll never do anything like that again, please forgive me? iâll do anything.â
it was more his voice than his words that did it - he sounded so desperate, like he was trying to hold
onto a ledge that was crumbling, threatening to hurl his body into eternal nothingness. you knew him, you knew he was sorry, and against your first instinct you trusted him when he said he wouldnât do it again.Â
âis that an almond croissant?â you eye the bag in his hand.Â
âitâs two almond croissants,â he nods fervently, his hair swishing back and forth with the movement. you sit up, sliding out of changbinâs arms and onto the floor in front of chan. chanâs arms replace changbinâs easily when you lean into him, and it feels like coming home.Â
âitâs not like i have a nice couch you could be sitting on,â changbin mutters as he leaves, shaking his head fondly at the two of you before making himself scarce.Â
chan kisses you, cradling your head gently into his hands, and theyâre so warm. he slides his lips against yours, slowly like heâs taking his time memorizing the planes of your mouth to commit to memory. even after kissing him dozens of times you still find new things to learn about each other.Â
âi swear,â he says, pulling away to meet your eyes. âiâm going to marry you, someday.â
âkeep getting me croissants as apologies and weâll see,â you say, sniffling into his neck.Â
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your eighty seventh date was spent in your bed, your head spinning like both hands on a clock simultaneously and your body exuding more sweat than you ever have.Â
chan is wringing out a cool cloth to place on your forehead and it feels so nice that you moan.Â
âiâm sorry,â you mutter, and chan has lost count of the amount of times youâve said it at this point. âwe had a date and i ruined it.â
âwe were going to see a movie,â he says, running a hand up and down your spine. âand we will. we donât need a movie theater when we have a screen right here, hmm?âÂ
âbut the popcorn,â you complain, closing your eyes in bliss when he runs a hand through your hair, scratching gently at your scalp. an apology for being so sweaty was at the tip of your tongue but you hold it back in favor of enjoying the feeling of his touch.Â
âiâll make you all the popcorn you want when youâre feeling better,â he promises, dropping a kiss to the side of your head. âfor now, how does soup sound?âÂ
âpopcorn soup?â you ask, a wave of dizziness taking over your body; if you werenât lying down already, youâre sure that too would be falling over.Â
âyeah, baby,â and even in your delirium the fondness in his voice was prominent. he couldnât hide it even if he tried. âiâll make you some popcorn soup. get some rest okay?â
youâre asleep before he leaves the room, and you only wake up when he shakes your shoulder a bit and helps you into an upright position. he feeds you bites of what is definitely not popcorn soup after putting a movie on your laptop, the screen sitting at the foot of your bed. the both of you fall asleep before the movie finishes, but you donât mind.Â
he stays with you for days, making you soup and tea and toast and feeding you medicine and being an all-around angel as he nurses you back to health. by the time youâre better you think youâve fallen back in love with him several times.Â
as you had expected and warned him about, he catches your sickness the next week, and now itâs your turn to be his nurse. you try and do the same job he did, but his delirium seems worse. the silver lining is that his fever isnât as bad, so youâre babysitting a babbling boyfriend more than a sick one.Â
the night before his fever breaks is the worst, since he doesnât even recognize you. you shake your head at his silliness when he asks who you are and calls you pretty. you smile when he takes your hand in his and asks you to come closer.Â
you tear up when he tells you that he has a girlfriend that he loves very much and so even though youâre pretty he canât do anything else because his girlfriend is the prettiest one in the whole world. you let a tear slip when he tells you that he canât wait to propose to his girlfriend and that heâs going to marry her someday.Â
you tell him that you have a boyfriend that you're going to marry someday, trusting that he wouldnât remember it in the morning.Â
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your hundredth and fifth date was not unlike your fifth, or your tenth, or your ninetieth. two and a half years later, you were just as endeared by him and he was just as obsessed with you - even more so, if it were possible.Â
he takes the time to tell you how gorgeous you look when he picks you up just like he does on every date, and you hide your disgustingly fond smile for him behind his back like you do every time you see him.Â
he parks and runs around the car to let you out like he does every time you habit this restaurant, a little fancier than your usual best but it was a favorite of the both of yours - across the street from the bar the two of you had met at.Â
you start walking before he does, letting him jog to meet you and complain about how you left him, just like you do every time. before him. you might have thought the monotony would have gotten tiring, but he had a fantastical ability to make every moment feel like the first despite their practiced nature.Â
he calls your name from behind you right on schedule and you hum in acknowledgement, turning towards him absentmindedly. the second you lay eyes on him youâre completely alert, though; he isnât jogging after you, but rather heâs kneeling on the sidewalk, a small box in his hands as he smiles up at you.Â
âiâve told you that iâm going to marry you more times than i can count,â he starts, eyes shining like the stars twinkling in the night sky above you. âbut this time iâm asking you.â
âchan,â you choke out, hands coming up to cover your mouth as it quivers. tears spring to your eyes and you silently curse yourself - you always thought youâd be level headed when you got proposed to, but nothing could have prepared you for this, not even the thousands of declarations he had made to you prior.Â
âi love you. youâre the only one in the entire universe that i need more than blood or breath, youâre the song that runs through my heart and the fire that leads my path when iâm lost,â his voice is thick, like heâs trying to hold back his emotions long enough to get his words out. âi never thought that i would feel so strongly for someone, i never thought that i deserved a love like this until i met you.â
he pauses as you walk closer to him, letting you approach him before he continues.Â
âmy love, my eternal light,â heâs tearing up now, blinking fast to keep the salty water at bay. âwill you marry me?â
âchan,â you start, kneeling down next to him and taking his wrists in your hands. âi never told you this, but ever since that first day i knew. i knew that the drunk idiot that was hitting on me would be my husband.â
he chuckles, smiling delightedly as the tears finally spring from both of your eyes in unison.
âso?â he trails off, searching your face with his eyes, waiting.Â
âoh!â you tighten your grip on him in an apology. âof course iâll marry you, gosh i love you so much.â
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a/n: my comeback in the form of a disorganized half silly half poetic felix. thing. inspired by him looking divine enough to lick after walking the runway.
warnings: lix is a little mean and condescending, fem!reader
your lips are on his before he makes it through the door, a sweet smell from the roses crushed between the two of you erupting into the room. youâd been all but waiting at the door since he left for paris, too busy with work and life to take him up on his invitation to join him, though it hurt more than it should have to see him there without you.
âyou looked so good, still do, oh my god,â you say against his lips, kisses complimenting every word.Â
âthank you, darling,â he pulls away to set the flowers down, and thereâs so many. what were you even going to do with all of that? a problem for later, you decide, instead prioritizing entering his personal space once again.Â
you take his face in your hands, gentle as to not smear the careful swipes of makeup there - that would be a task for later. it seemed like he didnât have the opportunity to change and shower before he came home to you, and in your head it had more to do with his desire to see you than the timing of his flight following the after party. you take in the browns brushed across his eyelids, the gentle flush of blush highlighting his cheekbone, the shininess of his eyes as he lets your eyes feast on the delicacy of his features. heâs dressed smartly in a crisp white button-up shirt and high-waisted black slacks that sat around his waist and curved perfectly around his ass. you brush one hand through his wavy, iridescent hair and itâs so feather soft that you can barely feel it passing through your fingers. specks of glitter fall out of it like angel dust and the urge to call him pretty passes through the forefront of your thoughts. you donât think you will ever get tired of telling him how beautiful he is.Â
ânever cut your hair again,â you demand, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and twirling the strands between your fingertips. âyou look like an angel, lix.â
âokay,â he grins, nuzzling his hand into your palm. âyou might have to work it out with the stylists on that, though.â
âiâll fight them with my bare hands,â youâre completely serious, and fondness takes over his features when he sees the sharpening of your brow and the set of your mouth. âif they bring a pair of scissors near you theyâll face my wrath.â
âdown, baby,â he chuckles and removes your hands from his face, holding them in his and keeping you close. âlet me get out of these clothes and iâll let you tell me all about how youâre going to dismantle the stylist empire, alright?â
âno,â you whine, and youâre almost embarrassed at how needy you sound. you were desperate for him, sure, but you werenât a child. âwanna stare at you forever. everyone else got you for so long, now youâre mine.â
âiâm yours,â he echoes, love and affection dripping off of his words like syrup. âbut in five minutes, iâll be yours but wearing a hoodie. how does that sound?â
âfine,â you relent, releasing him completely so he could scamper away at the chance he was given. he was smart like that.Â
five minutes, he had said. it took you about one and a half to lose patience and pad over to the bedroom. the door was open, all thoughts of privacy gone after you had reached the first year of your relationship.Â
you find him in his boxers, wiping his shoulders with a damp towel and you pounce, trapping him underneath you on the bed. your hips are lined up with his from where youâre straddling him and you can feel his cock jump with interest against your core.Â
âthis is surprising,â he starts, and you have snark waiting on your tongue about how he should have expected this before he continues. âi thought you would have come in earlier, at least i had time to get undressed.â
âlix, youâre just so beautiful,â embarrassment rushes to your cheeks as you duck your head, ashamed and delighted at having your desperation for him verbalized like this. âcan you blame me for wanting you?â
âof course not, darling,â he soothes you with fingertips to your forehead, brushing off tufts of hair that fall back into place right after. âi want you just as much.â
âgood,â you grind down on him, savoring how he hisses at the contact. you get a moment of satisfaction before he switches, flipping the both of you over in one practiced move. you end up beneath him, your wrists pinned over your head and his thigh wedged between yours.Â
âbut i think you may benefit from learning a bit of patience, hmm?â he ghosts his lips over your cheek, running the top of his nose against yours. his hands leave your hands to wander over your sides, running up the hem of your shirt and towards your breasts; you werenât wearing a bra, so he had easy access to your nipples and he took full advantage of this.Â
the sensation isnât enough, heat already pulsing in your core at just the look of him. you try to buck your hips up against his thigh but the angle is all off and you give up in frustration after a few attempts. you hated and loved when he got like this - teasing, controlling, edging on condescending. it was so unlike him in any other way that it sent sparks of excitement tingling up your spine.Â
âgiving up so easily?â he smirks, and even that is soft around the edges in a confusingly adorable way. you never know what he wanted, and that made it even more fun. did he want you to act desperate or be patient?
you voiced as such, and he tutted and moved to get off of you with a shake of his head. his hands leave your shirt and you grasp for him, nails scrabbling against his bare chest and leaving lines of red in their wake. he pauses, leaning over you like a fallen deity and you almost falter, but the need to get one over on him wins over.Â
âif you donât touch me, iâll just do it myself,â you reach one of your hands towards your shorts, fully intending to go through with your word. it wasnât much of a threat, but you knew it would work on him. or well, you hoped it would.Â
âbut darling, i am touching you,â he moves his thigh, still flush between your legs and you jolt. of course he would get the angle right. âyouâre this worked up and you havenât even told me what you wanted from me yet.â
âyou know what i want,â you mumble, fire rushing to your cheeks again at having been outsmarted by him again. you should be used to this by now, but it ignites feelings inside of you as if they were the first time you were experiencing them, time and time again.Â
âi want to hear you say it,â he purrs, falling back against you and pressing a soft kiss to your jaw. âi want to hear how badly you want me. i want to know what you were thinking about when you were touching yourself while i was gone.â
you want to deny his words, want to tell him that you didnât think of him at all, but you knew he would see right through you. you loved him with every aching beat of your swollen heart, you couldnât deny anything even if it was just to keep up the dynamic he had started.Â
âi thought of you inside of me,â he pinches your side and compliments it with a nip to the shell of your ear, his breath hot on your skin. not good enough, he says with his actions. ânothing else feels like you. i couldnât finish without you- ah.â
your breath is pushed out of your chest as he begins to kiss down your neck, his lips finding every sensitive spot on your skin like he was tracing a line that he had drawn on you.
ât-thought about the first time we had sex, when i knew i wouldnât fuck anyone else for the rest of my life,â you might have been laying it on a little thick, but you knew he would fall for it. he might have teased you for being possessive, but he returned every inch with a mile, even if he was better at hiding it. he groans against you, tightening the hold he had around your waist, and you knew you had him.Â
âflatterer,â he says, less of a tease and more of a statement. he rewards your efforts by slipping his hand into your shorts, rubbing at your pussy through your panties. you had a second to worry about the wetness that had been collecting there, but it fizzled out with the pressure of his fingertips.Â
âwanted you to be here, to keep me full all day,â you were babbling now, saying anything to keep him going. as slow as he was being, you had no doubt that he would walk away just to keep up the act he had put on tonight. he was stronger than you in that way, one step ahead just by sheer force of will. âwas hearing your voice in my head, telling me how good i was, how good you felt.â
âmy darling is always good,â he murmurs, pushing aside your panties to slide his fingers against your clit. you never understood how a man who couldnât tell the difference between a fruit and a vegetable was such an expert in your anatomy, but you werenât one to complain, at least not about that. âeven when youâre being a brat, youâre good.â
too soon, he removes his fingers from your core, wiping them against your shorts and shushing you when you open your mouth in protest.Â
âiâm not going anywhere,â he assures, staying close as he kneels over you. âjust let me get you undressed, unless you want to stay like that?âÂ
âdick,â you narrow your eyes, âiâm not going to answer that.â
âdo you want my dick or am i a dick?â he pauses his hands, shorts and panties halfway down your thigh from where he had pulled them and you huff out a laugh.
âyouâre hilarious,â you deadpan, kicking your foot to urge him to keep going as you lift your shirt off to quicken the process. you needed his dick inside of you like, yesterday. preferably.Â
he pulls off his own briefs and they float to join yours on the floor and you can finally see his cock, half hard and pink and flushed and perfect.Â
god, everything about him was perfect.Â
you spread your legs a bit, smiling when his hungry eyes land on your pussy, now fully on display. you could see the fight in him fizzling out; for all his talk, he was apart from you for so long, and as strong of a man he was everyone had a weakness.Â
he crawls back over you, stroking himself until heâs fully hard and leaking. he braces himself with one hand by your head, the veins on his arm popping at the exertion of keeping himself held up, the other hand guiding his cock into your folds to swipe against the wetness that had built up there.Â
âcâmon, lix,â you turn your head to press a kiss to his wrist, the delicate flesh feeling fever hot against your lips, and you can feel him trembling. âiâve unintentionally edged myself for days, take me.â
âwhat did i say about patience?â he grunts out, but there is no bite in his words and despite their implication he presses the head of his cock against your hole.Â
you canât help but tense up in excitement, the one thing youâd been craving for several nights finally within your grasp. he ducks his head to kiss you, mumbling a relax, baby against your lips and at once your body melts into the mattress.Â
when he finally slides into you itâs like coming home, the feeling of two imperfect pieces slotting together to create a masterpiece. everything else in the world fades away and itâs just him, the feeling of him inside of you and on top of you, his face taking over your vision and his scent invading your nostrils like a drug.Â
on another day he might have spent hours taking you apart with his mouth, teasing you with his fingers in ghosted touches and playful dancing. on another day he may have prolonged the game, made you recite every single thing you wanted him to do to you before doing it. but today, he stays like this for a moment, buried inside of you and panting into your neck, savoring the feeling of your tight heat around his aching cock. when he starts moving itâs like fireworks are bursting beneath your eyelids, sparks shooting out every time he hits your spot.Â
you try to match his thrusts with your hips, lifting up to meet him halfway, but you end up exhausted after just a few moments. his movements were getting more intense, quicker and harder until he was fucking into you without abandon and you couldnât keep up even if you wanted to. this is what you were waiting for, the wildness of his body and the sharp possessiveness glinting in his eyes, the teeth he bared before sinking them into your neck and the harsh grip he kept on your waist.Â
you both finish fast, but what else could one expect from two beings completely obsessed with each other? time was fickle in the face of the two of you together, every minute felt like an hour. and besides, now that he was home you could do this over and over.Â
he fucks you through your orgasm, whispering i love youâs and my darlingâs into you as he follows you soon after. he ends up collapsing against you for a moment, and the breath you lose is worth you feeling his chest heaving with exerted breaths and the way he nuzzles into whatever patch of your skin he can find.Â
âlix,â you mutter out, totally spent even though this may have been the tamest sex the two of you have had in a long while.Â
âhmm?â he scootches over to the side and gathers you in his arms, holding you like youâre something precious.Â
âdo you still want to teach me about patience?â
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this about to be personal
grief talk under break, feel free to ignore
when my grandpa died, i couldnt cry for a while, until my mum told me a relatively detailed hospital story of his (i wasnt there when it happened). the stuff she told me made me very sick, and that was some sort of trigger for the tears. so now whenever i think about him i get sad and then i get sick to my stomach.
its his birthday today. i miss him.
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ahhhh this is so CUTE ANNY WHAT THE FUCK??
i hope everyone who reads this finds someone who puts this much effort in them one day.
my love, mine all mine
a/n: happy valentine's my angel @astraystayyh and my star @forlix <333 (this is not my best work but be kind to me i wrote it in a rush because i wanted it to be READY FOR YOU TODAY)
hyunjin setting up the perfect valentine's day for you
warnings: fem!reader, 2.3k
genre: fluff, est. relationship
you wake up on valentineâs day the same as you do any other day - a little grumpy, a lot tired, and above all wanting to close your eyes for just a few more minutes.Â
it takes you longer to admit to drag yourself into the shower and get dressed, but you give yourself credit for doing it before noon; you werenât a morning person by nature.Â
you didnât feel any particular way about valentineâs day - youâve never had a valentine, never been in a serious enough relationship to where you felt it needed to be celebrated. you had whispered this to hyunjin a few days ago, cuddled into his chest at night, but beyond that you hadnât really thought about it much.Â
it seems that hyunjin had, though, seeing as your living room floor was covered in red rose petals. a single, small. pink gift bag sat on the coffee table and you couldnât help the jaw-aching smile that you were wearing. there was no sign that he was still there, his shoes were absent at the door and the absent-minded humming he habited wasnât reaching your ears. he must have used the spare key to come in and set this up before work, and the idea of him coming over to do this and letting you sleep in on your day off was so sweet you thought you might get a toothache from it.Â
you walk to the center of the room to open the gift, on your tiptoes to avoid stepping on the sweet smelling petals scattered on the carpet. your mouth drops into an O shape when a single piece of paper is revealed at the bottom of the bag.Â
put these coordinates into your maps, it reads, and you frown in confusion. you do it, and an address pops up that youâve never seen before. you assume he wants you to go there, but why? he was at work, wasnât he?
your short walk there leads you to a coffee shop just a few blocks away from your apartment, a small family-owned one that you had been meaning to try for weeks. itâs cozy, with paper hearts and flowers decorating the place and chalkboard menus advertising sweet sounding valentineâs lattes.Â
âthis is for you,â the server at the counter tells you as you approach to order, holding out a paper cup and a neatly folded paper bag. you take the items from her, inspecting them carefully. the cup has earl gray tea latte scrawled onto its side, and the bag contains a mouth-watering pastry dotted with bits of almond and chocolate. what is this?
âhow much do i oweâŚ?â you look back up at the server as she turns to return to stocking the pastry case, and her ponytail swishes as she faces you.Â
âitâs taken care of,â she winks at you, smiling. âsomeone really loves you, huh?â
âyeah,â your heart swells as you take a seat in the corner of the shop to enjoy your breakfast. âhe does.â
you sip on your tea slowly, people watching as the thought of hyunjin rushing here after stopping at your place to give them your order warming you from the inside out. an elderly couple comes in next, hand in hand as they place an order. a young man stops by, holding a bouquet of flowers and blushing as he asks for two strawberry-chocolate mochas.Â
several people later, you stand up to recycle the cup and empty paper bag, walking out the door as you take your phone out to send hyunjin an aggressive thank-you text.
âwait!â the server calls after you, and you stop in your steps as she jogs to catch up with you. âi forgot to give you this.â
she stretches her hand out towards you, a small gift bag identical to the one youâd found in your apartment dangling off of her fingers.Â
âoh, thank you,â you say, blinking at the bag as she disappears almost as quickly as she came.Â
get in the car, it reads. you glance up just as a sleek black sedan pulls up next to you, the tinted passenger side window rolling down to reveal seungmin.Â
âwhat is this?â you pop your head into the window, sending a glare at him as if that would make him talk. if there is anyone who will keep a secret to the death, itâs kim seungmin.Â
âthe note says to get in the car,â he rolls his eyes, unlocking the door so you could slide in next to him. âwe donât want to be late.â
âlate to what?â you ask, but he ignores you in favor of turning the music up. itâs playing a song from your favorite artist, one that you know seungmin doesnât listen to.Â
he rolls the car to a stop on a familiar street downtown and he finally smiles at you as he unlocks the doors again.Â
âweâre here,â he says, then exits the car to hop around to your side to open the door for you. âenjoy the rest of your day, madam.â
âwhat a gentleman,â you tease him, taking his hand as he helps you out of the car.Â
âfor the woman of honor? itâs my pleasure,â before you could ask him what he meant by honor, heâs hopping back into his car and driving off.Â
this is weird. right?
he had dropped you off right in front of your regular nail salon. as youâre waiting by the door, conflicted over whether you should go in or not, one of the technicians opens the door, waving at you to come in.Â
âhi,â you greet her, âi was, well. driven here? but i donât have an appointment.â
âof course you have an appointment,â she grins, white teeth flashing at you. âfor right now. come right this way!â
she leads you to a chair, and your favorite tech exits out the staff room in the back and sits across the table from you.Â
âhi beautiful,â she says, and the familiarity of her tampers down the overwhelming feeling that had been creeping up on you. âfull set, right? what color?â
âoh, i wasnât really preparedâŚâ you think of your dwindling bank account and grimace. âmaybe just polish? dark red, though.â
âoh donât worry,â she winks at you before getting her materials set up at the station. âitâs been paid in advance.â
as she gets to work on your nails, you canât help the all-consuming rush of affection that surges through you. when had hyunjin had time to plan all of this?Â
you thank everyone profusely once sheâs done, marveling at your new set of nails. youâre not as surprised this time when the girl who had waved you in earlier hands you a small, now familiar gift bag.Â
the next stop leads you to a hair salon, one that youâve never been to if only because it was so expensive. designer products lined the walls for purchase, plush leather seats were placed in front of lit up floor to ceiling mirrors - it was like a palace.Â
youâre the only customer there, which surprised you. it was valentineâs day, didnât others want to get their hair done too?Â
you couldnât complain though, especially when the hair stylist asks you what you wanted done and listened to you with rapt attention. the lack of anyone else there was a welcome surprise.Â
the stylist washes your hair, the water she uses somehow the perfect temperature for you. her fingers move in expert motions, relaxing you and making you melt into the chair.Â
she walks you over to her station and gets started on blow-drying your wet hair, and man approaches with a basket full of makeup. he wordlessly brushes it on, making gentle swiping motions across your eyelids and cheeks that almost feel like hyunjinâs eyelashes fluttering against your skin.Â
they work in amazing synchronization, so in tune with one another that youâre a little overwhelmed by the time they finish.Â
âyou look divine,â the man compliments, high-fiving the hair stylist over your head.Â
âlike a princess,â the woman nods, turning you towards the mirror and - oh. you do look amazing, soft waves framing your face and neutral tones accenting your eyes.Â
âthank you so much,â you gush, marveling at how the blush and highlight adorning your cheeks turn brighter when you smile.Â
âitâs our pleasure,â the makeup artist replies, patting your shoulder. âyou were wonderful to work on. come back anytime.â
âlet me guess,â you canât help the smile from leaving your face. âitâs taken care of?â
the man nods as the hair stylist hands you the gift bag you were already expecting.Â
this time it tells you to cross the street, and a quick glance shows a small row of shops. thereâs a tiny number scribbled on the corner of the slip of paper, and it matches up with the number on top of one of the shops. it was a small boutique, less flashy than any of the places you've been directed to all day.Â
this stop is more of a quick affair, a young girl greeting you like she knew you and ushering you into a changing room where a shoe box is waiting on a stool and a garment bag hangs on a hook. you unzip it to reveal a beautiful red dress, flowy fabric falling like waterfalls off of the hanger.Â
you put it on and it fits you like a well-worn ring, complimenting your figure like it was tailored specifically for you. the heels are a perfect fit too, and you almost feel like cinderella waiting to meet your prince. the girl is waiting outside when you step out, and you feel the urge to hide from her when she fixes you with a scrutinizing look.
âhow do i look?â you ask her, and her face breaks out into a beam towards you.Â
âyou look phenomenal,â she gushes, twirling you around so she could see every angle. âhe chose so well, the dress compliments you perfectly.â
âmy clothes?â you turn back to get them, but she stops you with a hand on your elbow.Â
âdonât worry about them, theyâll get back to you,â she walks you towards the door. âheâs right next door - donât be late!â
you take a deep breath as you exit the shop, your fingers wringing together with unexpected nerves. why are you nervous? hyunjin had created the perfect day for you - finally seeing him would be the icing on the perfect cake. you push through the nerves as you push open the door, and you cant help but gasp in wonder when you take in the interior.Â
it looks like an abandoned storefront, remodeled to make a whimsical scene. thereâs strings of fairy lights lining the brick walls, creeping around green vines that make the space look like something out of a storybook. rose petals, the same ones from this morning, line a trail towards a small table in the center of the room. candles shone on top of it, two glasses of freshly poured wine glinting in the firelight, and next to the table is a man whoâs been waiting eagerly.Â
itâs hyunjin, standing tall with a deliciously fitted suit framing his body and a single rose held in his hand. you walk towards him, your heels clicking on the floor as you try not to trip in your rush to fall into his arms.Â
âyou did all this? the whole thing?â you ask, willing the tears to stay in your lids as to not mess up your freshly done makeup. out of all the things youâve done today, getting to stand in the circle of his arms is by far the best part.Â
âof course i did,â he rubs a hand up and down your spine, letting the tips of his fingers trace across the zipper there. âi wanted to make this day perfect.â
âi loved it,â you pull away to look him in the eyes. âi love you. i would have loved it if you showed in sweatpants up with takeout too.â
âi know,â he looks at you with an overwhelming amount of fondness brimming in his eyes. âbut youâre special. i wanted to do something that showed you how special you are.â
âyouâre a real life prince, did you know that?â you lay a light smack on his chest, so overfilled with happiness that you didnât know what to do with yourself.
âwell, if iâm a prince,â he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek, then to your forehead. âthen youâre my princess.â
he pulls something out of his pocket and fastens it behind your neck, and you look down as a light weight settles between your collarbones. itâs a necklace, a dainty H hanging off of a chain, a single stone nestled in the middle of the pendant.Â
âthis is too much,â you pout, much too pleased to actually throw a fuss. you know he loves you, and you know how he loves.
ânothing is too much when it comes to you,â his voice is fragile and honest, and you canât help but kiss him, giggling when you pull away and he chases after you.
he holds out the chair closest to you and pushes it in for you, dashing to the other side to sit down himself. he drops his hand to the table, upturned with his fingers splayed, and you take the message to intertwine your fingers with his as you take a sip of the sweetest wine that has ever touched your lips.Â
he doesnât let go of your hand for the entire night.Â
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If youâre a current Kpop writer on here, can you reblog this and/or leave a comment? Weâre trying to figure out who all is still here!
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hehehe this is very cute and the lil comment at the end genuinely made me laugh
hey, i got this ticket? it says âone free cute jisung thought because i said soâ. can i cash it in?
a/n: anything for you <3 (gn!reader, jisung fluff, alcohol mention but it's up to you to decide if they have been drinking or not). also i did not proofread this. sorry.
11:59 pm.Â
you glance at your phone for a moment, clicking it off and returning your attention to the girl enthusiastically telling a story across the room. and you wait. and wait, for what seems like several minutes.Â
you glance at your phone again, and -Â
12:00 am.Â
how has it only been one minute? your friend, your trusted ride for the evening, was slamming down another glass of wine and giggling into her glass in a way that indicated that she should not be behind the wheel.Â
you wanted to go home. you wanted to go home right now, but that meant that you had to walk the three blocks to your apartment alone, at midnight.Â
was that a risk you were willing to take? as you looked around the room at the people growing increasingly more drunk by the minute, you decided that yes, you were willing to take it. no one noticed as you walked out of the room into the foyer, your friend didnât take out her phone when you texted her that you were leaving and that she was not allowed to drive herself home, not a single head turned when you walked out of the door and closed it with a soft click.Â
or so you thought.Â
you didnât make it three steps away from the building before you felt a presence behind you, approaching quickly, and you ball your hand into a fist in preparation for an encounter that you really didnât want to deal with. your hand falls to your side when you realize that it was jisung, your friend and neighbor and, to your embarrassment, the man you were totally head over heels in love with. the man who you spent all evening avoiding, the image of him sitting next to someone else, pressed against their side, burning in your eyes when you close them. the man who was the real reason why you left.Â
âwhere are you going?â he says, slightly breathless from how he had rushed out after you.Â
ânone of your business,â you quirk an eyebrow up at him, absolutely not endeared by the way his cheeks puff out with the breath he holds in before sighing out. âiâm going home, you can go back. iâm okay.â
âwell, let me walk you back,â he matches your stride as you turn back towards the sidewalk. âi was about to leave anyways.â
âwhy?â a spark of annoyance tingles up your spine and you tamper it down. âyou think i canât defend myself?â
âwell, no, i know you can,â his eyes flicker down to your hands for a moment. âbut do you want to be in a position where you have to?â
and the truth was, you didnât. the annoyance fizzles out and you realize that youâre grateful for his presence by your side, a warm welcome against the cool night air. if there was anyone whose company you would never deny, it was his, even if you put on a front. your hands brush against each otherâs as you walk in comfortable silence, each touch lighting a fire inside of you.Â
he walks on the end of the sidewalk closest to the street, and despite there being no cars out this late you find the gesture sweet. you imagined that if he was wearing a jacket that he would offer it to you - you wished he would offer you his hoodie, if only so you could keep it.
âwell,â you rest your hand on the doorknob, sighing at its familiarity after a long day. âthis is me.âÂ
âokay,â he falters, taking a step closer to you and running a hand through his hair. your eyes catch on a vein trailing up his wrist to his hand and you donât realize youâve been staring for maybe too long until he clears his throat. âi was wondering - and please let me know if i got the wrong idea but. can i come in?â
âyou spent all evening next to someone else,â youâre a little confused, a little more angry, and very caught off-guard. âand now youâre asking to come into my home? what are you playing at?â
âso it worked?â he smiles, a bit bashful as the blood rushes to the top of his cheekbones. âi wasnât sure if it would, i saw it in a movie once. make them jealous and youâll know if they like you back by how they react, right?â
you blink at him. one moment passes, and then the next, in shocked silence. his gaze on you is unwavering, slow blinks of his eyes a tell of the passing time. his eyes are burning on you, you feel so utterly exposed in front of him and -Â
âgod, youâre stupid,â you blurt out, a laugh made up of relief, surprise, and embarrassment bubbling up in your chest. âi canât believe i like a fucking loser.âÂ
âso, you do like me then?â his smile turns into a full grin, and you canât help but think that satisfaction looks way too good on his face. instead of answering, you swing the door open and pull him inside by the collar.
youâll show him satisfaction.
and then they have sex and get married yeah.
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Yes!!! Would love!!
i want to make a little psychology side blog. for my mutuals/followers who are studying/interested in psychology. would anyone. like that. maybe.
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How?? Did you make this incredibly hot?? But also so soft????
kinktober - day sixteen
kink: sex toys with jilix
warnings: smut - MINORS DNI. sex toys, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, afab!reader. mention of hentai (typical jlix things). 3k.
itâs something that felix and jisung bring up all the time. throughout your entire time as roommates slash best friends with benefits theyâve talked about it, but theyâve never followed through with it.Â
they want to ruin you. stretch you so far that youâre left with your pussy gaping, fill you up so far that it feels like your breath is taken away. the thought of it sends you into a dizzy spell if you think about it too long, but itâs always just that. a thought. youâre not sure why, since every other kink thatâs been brought up has been tried and added to the ranked bulletin board in your room.
handcuffs? yes, enthusiastically.Â
petplay? no, much to jisungâs poorly concealed disappointment.
stuffed full of sex toys? TBD.
but no matter how many times any of you had brought it up, whether it be giggling into a glass of wine or holding hands in the dark under your covers, they never made any moves to make it become reality.Â
so, you decide to take matters into your own hands.
itâs almost too easy to sneak an excessively large order of sex toys onto jisungâs credit card, the one he had given to you with a wink and a whispered you know what to do with this. you hadnât known what to do with it, but you pocketed the card anyways, saving it for a rainy day. maybe this is what he had meant when he said that to you - youâll find out soon, probably.Â
by the time it arrived you were almost sick with anticipation, the thought of it not leaving you as you obsessively checked the tracking of your package every possible second. when it finally arrived they werenât home, and you opened it without abandon, ripped pieces of cardboard littering the floor. they lookedâŚdaunting. almost scary. incredibly exciting.
âtomorrow,â felix says, more to the contents of the box than to you. âtomorrow, weâre going to ruin you with these.â
âtomorrow?â both you and jisung whined together, and you exchanged a fist bump over the box as felix huffed at you.Â
and yet, with all of the impatient waiting you did in the past week (and jisung in the past day), tomorrow came sooner than you could catch up with. you were naked on the mattress before you could even blink, cunt clenching around nothing as you watched them lay out the materials that you had so meticulously picked out.
it might be a little too soon for an endeavor like this, it would be smarter to try out every toy first and make sure you were comfortable with all of them, but theyâve kept you waiting too long for this for you to think about being smart right now.Â
they lined the toys up at the foot of the bed, all washed and sanitized and ready for whatever filthy use they were going to be put through. thereâs four of them, varying in size, girth and length, color, and vibrations and thrusting ability, and youâre already a bit overwhelmed just looking at them.Â
or rather, a lot overwhelmed.Â
they make eyes at each other over you, having some kind of silent conversation in the creepy way that they do. felix nods and moves to sit by your head, moving you around until your upper body was half in his lap. jisung, on the other hand, picks up the first toy and examines it, twisting it around in his hand.Â
ârelax, baby,â felixâs voice rumbles through you, and you melt into him a bit when he runs his hand through your hair.Â
jisungâs eyes are fixated on your pussy now, and you can almost see the wheels turning in his head as he imagines how wrecked youâre going to be once theyâre done with you.Â
âjisung, come on,â you whine, wriggling a bit in felixâ lap.Â
âlet me enjoy this,â he bites back, sending you a playful glare.Â
âi think iâm the one whoâs supposed to be enjoying this,â you pout, relaxing back into place when felix tugs at a strand of your hair.Â
âoh trust me, you will,â felixâs voice grumbles from behind you, vibrations from it dousing your body just as jisung finally touches you. itâs not quite where you want, his hand is tracing up and down your thigh, but itâs something.Â
he takes his time mapping out your skin, planes of smooth flesh that heâs seen and felt and loved before, but never this slowly. never this reverently. itâs almost frustrating, but felix begins massaging your neck and shoulders and youâre too relaxed to provide any protest beyond a frustrated huff of breath as your eyes flutter closed.Â
âno, stay with us,â felix coaxes your eyes open, and you almost giggle at how funny he looks upside-down from where youâre laying. it feels like time is moving in slow-motion as jisung uncaps the lube and drizzles it on the toy, the smallest one you had chosen. itâs thin with a bulbous head, created specifically to hit right at your g-spot, a smooth metal with a lustrous purple finish. itâs beautiful, even more so when he runs the cool metal head up and down your folds, warming it up. when it gets to your hole you nearly swallow it up, the glide almost too easy from the lube and your wetness thatâs been building since before you even took off your clothes.Â
âeager, are we?â jisung teases, and you just snarl back at him, too impatient to deal with being in a sarcastic argument with him right now. you usually love his playful banter during sex, but thatâs when youâre in a mutual push and pull dynamic. right now the only thing you want him to push is the toy into you. âfine, iâll give you what you want, but remember that you asked for it.â
all at once, heâs thrusting it in and out of you, twisting his hand just right so that it hits your spot every single time. itâs already almost too much, and you push up against felix to try and get away from the sudden onslaught. he just laughs, pinning you in place as jisung keeps going and going and going.Â
it only takes a few minutes for your orgasm to approach, expectantly fast with how keyed up youâve been since you woke up. youâre just starting to come when â in one quick move â jisung removes the toy and replaces it with his fingers, crooking them up right where he knows you like it best, over and over. the change in pace makes everything so much more intense, and you canât stop your body from arching off of the bed, your head pressed into felixâ thighs. it feels like minutes before you slump back onto the mattress, panting hard and twitching from aftershocks. he removes his fingers, holding them up so you and felix could see how slick they are from being inside of you. he sticks them in his mouth, sucking at them a bit like a lollipop, and lets out an appreciative noise at the taste. you hide your face into felixâ leg, embarrassed at his actions.Â
jisung doesnât let you recover before grabbing the second toy, a bright pink vibrator complete with a thrusting head. he forgoes the lube this time, choosing to scoop up your wetness onto his fingertips and spread it across the toy instead. you whine when his fingers brush your clit, overly sensitive even though it hadnât been touched yet. he settles the tip of it against your hole, rubbing at it in tiny circles.
âwhat a greedy fucking pussy,â jisung says, almost clinical in the way he looks at felix with an arched brow. like heâs not talking about a person. âjust came and sheâs already leaking for more.â
felix just hums, dark eyes fixed on the way your bottom lip is stuck between your teeth as jisung slides the second toy into you. it settles in perfectly, leaving you so comfortably full that you think you could fall asleep like this, especially after coming as hard as you just had.Â
âwhat did i tell you?â felix says, accentuating his words with another sharp tug to your hair. âstay with us, baby.âÂ
âiâm - ah,â your breath leaves you as jisung flicks the vibrator on. even at itâs lowest setting, it sends pulses of pleasure swimming through you, and you feel hot all over. the heat intensifies when he pushes the toy just a little further into you and presses the button for the thrusting to start. it feels strange at first, the rubber head so different to jisung or felixâs cocks, but then he angles it upwards just so and there it is.Â
every time you clench down onto it you feel your toes and fingertips tingle with pleasure, little pricks of static taking over your limbs. jisung holds the base close to your entrance, keeping in place as it thrusts into you in a perfectly delicious rhythm.Â
âthis one might be my favorite,â jisung says, and he sounds like heâs kneeling down to worship something rather than kneeling to absolutely wreck you. you try and reply, but your words get swallowed by a series of sounds that escape your throat. âfelix, find a way to shut her up, will you?âÂ
itâs almost comical the way jisung turns into a control freak when it came to sex; you werenât complaining though, even when felix hooks his thumb into your mouth and presses down on your tongue. jisung turns the vibrations up and you come for the second time, your eyes rolling so far back that youâre almost scared theyâll get stuck there. he keeps the toy there, letting you ride out your orgasm, and he only turns it off when you start to twitch with oversensitivity.Â
âis it my turn now?â felix takes his thumb out of your mouth and strokes his hand down your face, leaving a trail of your spit down your cheek. âi want a turn, youâre hogging her.â
âwhiny baby,â jisung tuts, but he stands up from where he had been kneeling in front of you. he drops a kiss to your inner thigh before switching spots with felix, settling in behind you.Â
while felix had let your hands wander, clenching in and out of fists as you got more and more into it, jisung had no such notion to give you freedom. he immediately traps your wrists into one of his hands once he was sure your head was comfortable in his lap, and his other hand comes to rest at your collarbone. itâs possessive, the way his fingers curl up just a bit like heâs waiting for a reason to run his nails down your skin.Â
the third toy that felix picks up is a normal dildo, clear glass in a respectable size and length, and youâre almost glad for a little normalcy right now.Â
âshould i eat you out first? make you come on my tongue before using this?â he asks, mouth so close to your clit that you could feel his breath hitting it. it made you shiver.Â
âif you do that i might not last,â you groan, trying to clamp your thighs shut but you were stopped by felixâs hands. âyouâll have to scrape my body off of the bed.â
âiâll have to do that anyways when iâm through with you,â he teases, drawing back a bit. âbut youâre right. i want to see your face when i ruin you, and itâs hard to do that from down there.â
the slide of the dildo entering you was almost undetectable after jisung had dealt with you, the only thing you could feel was the coolness of the glass and the fullness in your lower belly.Â
you sigh, letting your head fall back into jisung. maybe felix would go easy on you for the first one? you let your body relax so felix could push it all the way in.Â
you regretted that almost immediately though - felix, with all of his dancerâs grace and control, knows exactly what to do with his hands. knows how to twist his wrist just right, how to speed up and slow back down in perfect timing, and it doesnât matter that itâs just a normal dildo because he isnât a normal fucking person.Â
he alternated between an insanely fast and agonizingly slow rhythm, never letting you get used to one before switching to the other. every time you got close, heâd angle it just away from your spot, leaving you teetering on the edge of an orgasm over and over.Â
if jisung wasnât holding you down youâd be thrashing against the sheets right now.Â
when felix finally letâs you come itâs with his mouth sucking at your clit and your body taught as a rope. it feels like hours before you come down, wave after wave of boiling pleasure burning through your veins, taking over your whole body.Â
âokay?â jisung asks as felix pulls the toy out of you, shushing you when you whine at the feeling.Â
âguh,â you let out, the most intelligent response you can offer him right now. he lets go of your wrists to intertwine his hands in yours, keeping you close but knowing that you needed the grounding.Â
the last toy was really for them. you know that theyâre little freaks inside, and you couldnât stop yourself from selecting it - a bright green and red silicone toy, shaped like a tentacle. itâs wide at the base, about the size of your fist, and that brings up another idea that you store in your head for later. the tip is tapered, and little faux suction cups line the entire surface of the toy. it isnât too long, but god itâs thick.Â
felix picks up the bottle of lube and coats the thing generously, and youâre grateful for it. for how big it is, you werenât sure if your body was capable of slicking it up without some help.Â
âcanât,â you stutter out when he places the tip at your entrance, teasing it inside of you. you wanted to move away but you couldnât, jisung made sure of that.Â
âyou can,â jisung coos at you, the first time heâs spoken since switching places with felix. âyou know what to say it you really canât. but i think you can, baby girl.â
heâs right. through all of this, your safeword hadnât even breached through to your consciousness. you still wanted this, as insane as it was.Â
âfuck, youâre stretched out,â felix curses, pushing the toy into you. you can feel it all the way in your throat, even though it was only a little over halfway inside of you. god, was he going to try and get the whole thing in?
the answer was yes, he was. he twists his wrist, letting your body get used to the girth of the toy for a moment before pulling it out almost all the way. he slowly slides it back in, and the squelch of the suction cups dragging in and out makes you flush so hard you feel lightheaded.Â
jisung is breathing hard behind you, and you revel in how affected he is right now. you chose well, you did good.
youâve never had something inside of you that felt like this; it wasnât moving but you could imagine if it was, in the ways that tentacles did in the hentai jisung made you watch - you never understood the appeal until now. you wanted it to completely engulf you. you had almost forgotten that it was attached to felixâs hand until he started pumping it in and out of you, absolutely obscene sounds filling the room from both it and your own mouth.Â
when you come for the last time itâs a fragile thing, slow rolls of heat washing over you, less intense but no less pleasurable. you feel floaty even felix removes the toy carefully, dumping it on the floor and pressing a flutter of kisses to your thighs. your head is sailing through the clouds just as your body feels weightless, the only thing keeping you tethered to the bed being their hands on you.Â
âletâs get her cleaned up,â jisung says, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of your head.Â
âno, âm not done,â you mumble, half into jisungâs arm where your mouth is now squished. thereâs a line of drool running from your lips down his skin, but youâre too exhausted to care about something that would normally send you into a fit of embarrassment.Â
âoh, sheâs out,��� felix sounds almost in awe, like he canât believe the state the two of them had pushed you towards. that he couldnât believe that, even though you couldnât move a single limb in your body, you were still asking for more. felix reaches to the nightstand where he had placed a cool water bottle with a straw peeking out, and he holds it up to your mouth so you can suck small sips. the water feels heavenly, soothing your parched throat perfectly. did he put magic in this water? it sure feels like he did.Â
you didnât realize that you were talking out loud until they laugh, the sound of it sending happiness throughout your entire body. you made them happy.Â
âhi baby,â felix materializes at your side, cradling your face in his hands so you are looking at him instead of the ceiling. âbath or washcloth?â
âcanât move,â you replied, hoping heâd understand. when he comes back with a washcloth and starts cleaning you up, you know he did. he knows you so well.Â
you let out a series of whines when he cleans around your pussy, the burn of overstimulation bordering on painful now. jisung soothes you with a kiss for each one, his hands still intertwined with yours.Â
you fall asleep before felix finishes, and you miss the way they both look at you with nothing but adoration in their eyes.Â
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kinktober - day sixteen
kink: sex toys with jilix
warnings: smut - MINORS DNI. sex toys, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, afab!reader. mention of hentai (typical jlix things).
itâs something that felix and jisung bring up all the time. throughout your entire time as roommates slash best friends with benefits theyâve talked about it, but theyâve never followed through with it.Â
they want to ruin you. stretch you so far that youâre left with your pussy gaping, fill you up so far that it feels like your breath is taken away. the thought of it sends you into a dizzy spell if you think about it too long, but itâs always just that. a thought. youâre not sure why, since every other kink thatâs been brought up has been tried and added to the ranked bulletin board in your room.
handcuffs? yes, enthusiastically.Â
petplay? no, much to jisungâs poorly concealed disappointment.
stuffed full of sex toys? TBD.
but no matter how many times any of you had brought it up, whether it be giggling into a glass of wine or holding hands in the dark under your covers, they never made any moves to make it become reality.Â
so, you decide to take matters into your own hands.
itâs almost too easy to sneak an excessively large order of sex toys onto jisungâs credit card, the one he had given to you with a wink and a whispered you know what to do with this. you hadnât known what to do with it, but you pocketed the card anyways, saving it for a rainy day. maybe this is what he had meant when he said that to you - youâll find out soon, probably.Â
by the time it arrived you were almost sick with anticipation, the thought of it not leaving you as you obsessively checked the tracking of your package every possible second. when it finally arrived they werenât home, and you opened it without abandon, ripped pieces of cardboard littering the floor. they lookedâŚdaunting. almost scary. incredibly exciting.
âtomorrow,â felix says, more to the contents of the box than to you. âtomorrow, weâre going to ruin you with these.â
âtomorrow?â both you and jisung whined together, and you exchanged a fist bump over the box as felix huffed at you.Â
and yet, with all of the impatient waiting you did in the past week (and jisung in the past day), tomorrow came sooner than you could catch up with. you were naked on the mattress before you could even blink, cunt clenching around nothing as you watched them lay out the materials that you had so meticulously picked out.
it might be a little too soon for an endeavor like this, it would be smarter to try out every toy first and make sure you were comfortable with all of them, but theyâve kept you waiting too long for this for you to think about being smart right now.Â
they lined the toys up at the foot of the bed, all washed and sanitized and ready for whatever filthy use they were going to be put through. thereâs four of them, varying in size, girth and length, color, and vibrations and thrusting ability, and youâre already a bit overwhelmed just looking at them.Â
or rather, a lot overwhelmed.Â
they make eyes at each other over you, having some kind of silent conversation in the creepy way that they do. felix nods and moves to sit by your head, moving you around until your upper body was half in his lap. jisung, on the other hand, picks up the first toy and examines it, twisting it around in his hand.Â
ârelax, baby,â felixâs voice rumbles through you, and you melt into him a bit when he runs his hand through your hair.Â
jisungâs eyes are fixated on your pussy now, and you can almost see the wheels turning in his head as he imagines how wrecked youâre going to be once theyâre done with you.Â
âjisung, come on,â you whine, wriggling a bit in felixâ lap.Â
âlet me enjoy this,â he bites back, sending you a playful glare.Â
âi think iâm the one whoâs supposed to be enjoying this,â you pout, relaxing back into place when felix tugs at a strand of your hair.Â
âoh trust me, you will,â felixâs voice grumbles from behind you, vibrations from it dousing your body just as jisung finally touches you. itâs not quite where you want, his hand is tracing up and down your thigh, but itâs something.Â
he takes his time mapping out your skin, planes of smooth flesh that heâs seen and felt and loved before, but never this slowly. never this reverently. itâs almost frustrating, but felix begins massaging your neck and shoulders and youâre too relaxed to provide any protest beyond a frustrated huff of breath as your eyes flutter closed.Â
âno, stay with us,â felix coaxes your eyes open, and you almost giggle at how funny he looks upside-down from where youâre laying. it feels like time is moving in slow-motion as jisung uncaps the lube and drizzles it on the toy, the smallest one you had chosen. itâs thin with a bulbous head, created specifically to hit right at your g-spot, a smooth metal with a lustrous purple finish. itâs beautiful, even more so when he runs the cool metal head up and down your folds, warming it up. when it gets to your hole you nearly swallow it up, the glide almost too easy from the lube and your wetness thatâs been building since before you even took off your clothes.Â
âeager, are we?â jisung teases, and you just snarl back at him, too impatient to deal with being in a sarcastic argument with him right now. you usually love his playful banter during sex, but thatâs when youâre in a mutual push and pull dynamic. right now the only thing you want him to push is the toy into you. âfine, iâll give you what you want, but remember that you asked for it.â
all at once, heâs thrusting it in and out of you, twisting his hand just right so that it hits your spot every single time. itâs already almost too much, and you push up against felix to try and get away from the sudden onslaught. he just laughs, pinning you in place as jisung keeps going and going and going.Â
it only takes a few minutes for your orgasm to approach, expectantly fast with how keyed up youâve been since you woke up. youâre just starting to come when â in one quick move â jisung removes the toy and replaces it with his fingers, crooking them up right where he knows you like it best, over and over. the change in pace makes everything so much more intense, and you canât stop your body from arching off of the bed, your head pressed into felixâ thighs. it feels like minutes before you slump back onto the mattress, panting hard and twitching from aftershocks. he removes his fingers, holding them up so you and felix could see how slick they are from being inside of you. he sticks them in his mouth, sucking at them a bit like a lollipop, and lets out an appreciative noise at the taste. you hide your face into felixâ leg, embarrassed at his actions.Â
jisung doesnât let you recover before grabbing the second toy, a bright pink vibrator complete with a thrusting head. he forgoes the lube this time, choosing to scoop up your wetness onto his fingertips and spread it across the toy instead. you whine when his fingers brush your clit, overly sensitive even though it hadnât been touched yet. he settles the tip of it against your hole, rubbing at it in tiny circles.
âwhat a greedy fucking pussy,â jisung says, almost clinical in the way he looks at felix with an arched brow. like heâs not talking about a person. âjust came and sheâs already leaking for more.â
felix just hums, dark eyes fixed on the way your bottom lip is stuck between your teeth as jisung slides the second toy into you. it settles in perfectly, leaving you so comfortably full that you think you could fall asleep like this, especially after coming as hard as you just had.Â
âwhat did i tell you?â felix says, accentuating his words with another sharp tug to your hair. âstay with us, baby.âÂ
âiâm - ah,â your breath leaves you as jisung flicks the vibrator on. even at itâs lowest setting, it sends pulses of pleasure swimming through you, and you feel hot all over. the heat intensifies when he pushes the toy just a little further into you and presses the button for the thrusting to start. it feels strange at first, the rubber head so different to jisung or felixâs cocks, but then he angles it upwards just so and there it is.Â
every time you clench down onto it you feel your toes and fingertips tingle with pleasure, little pricks of static taking over your limbs. jisung holds the base close to your entrance, keeping in place as it thrusts into you in a perfectly delicious rhythm.Â
âthis one might be my favorite,â jisung says, and he sounds like heâs kneeling down to worship something rather than kneeling to absolutely wreck you. you try and reply, but your words get swallowed by a series of sounds that escape your throat. âfelix, find a way to shut her up, will you?âÂ
itâs almost comical the way jisung turns into a control freak when it came to sex; you werenât complaining though, even when felix hooks his thumb into your mouth and presses down on your tongue. jisung turns the vibrations up and you come for the second time, your eyes rolling so far back that youâre almost scared theyâll get stuck there. he keeps the toy there, letting you ride out your orgasm, and he only turns it off when you start to twitch with oversensitivity.Â
âis it my turn now?â felix takes his thumb out of your mouth and strokes his hand down your face, leaving a trail of your spit down your cheek. âi want a turn, youâre hogging her.â
âwhiny baby,â jisung tuts, but he stands up from where he had been kneeling in front of you. he drops a kiss to your inner thigh before switching spots with felix, settling in behind you.Â
while felix had let your hands wander, clenching in and out of fists as you got more and more into it, jisung had no such notion to give you freedom. he immediately traps your wrists into one of his hands once he was sure your head was comfortable in his lap, and his other hand comes to rest at your collarbone. itâs possessive, the way his fingers curl up just a bit like heâs waiting for a reason to run his nails down your skin.Â
the third toy that felix picks up is a normal dildo, clear glass in a respectable size and length, and youâre almost glad for a little normalcy right now.Â
âshould i eat you out first? make you come on my tongue before using this?â he asks, mouth so close to your clit that you could feel his breath hitting it. it made you shiver.Â
âif you do that i might not last,â you groan, trying to clamp your thighs shut but you were stopped by felixâs hands. âyouâll have to scrape my body off of the bed.â
âiâll have to do that anyways when iâm through with you,â he teases, drawing back a bit. âbut youâre right. i want to see your face when i ruin you, and itâs hard to do that from down there.â
the slide of the dildo entering you was almost undetectable after jisung had dealt with you, the only thing you could feel was the coolness of the glass and the fullness in your lower belly.Â
you sigh, letting your head fall back into jisung. maybe felix would go easy on you for the first one? you let your body relax so felix could push it all the way in.Â
you regretted that almost immediately though - felix, with all of his dancerâs grace and control, knows exactly what to do with his hands. knows how to twist his wrist just right, how to speed up and slow back down in perfect timing, and it doesnât matter that itâs just a normal dildo because he isnât a normal fucking person.Â
he alternated between an insanely fast and agonizingly slow rhythm, never letting you get used to one before switching to the other. every time you got close, heâd angle it just away from your spot, leaving you teetering on the edge of an orgasm over and over.Â
if jisung wasnât holding you down youâd be thrashing against the sheets right now.Â
when felix finally letâs you come itâs with his mouth sucking at your clit and your body taught as a rope. it feels like hours before you come down, wave after wave of boiling pleasure burning through your veins, taking over your whole body.Â
âokay?â jisung asks as felix pulls the toy out of you, shushing you when you whine at the feeling.Â
âguh,â you let out, the most intelligent response you can offer him right now. he lets go of your wrists to intertwine his hands in yours, keeping you close but knowing that you needed the grounding.Â
the last toy was really for them. you know that theyâre little freaks inside, and you couldnât stop yourself from selecting it - a bright green and red silicone toy, shaped like a tentacle. itâs wide at the base, about the size of your fist, and that brings up another idea that you store in your head for later. the tip is tapered, and little faux suction cups line the entire surface of the toy. it isnât too long, but god itâs thick.Â
felix picks up the bottle of lube and coats the thing generously, and youâre grateful for it. for how big it is, you werenât sure if your body was capable of slicking it up without some help.Â
âcanât,â you stutter out when he places the tip at your entrance, teasing it inside of you. you wanted to move away but you couldnât, jisung made sure of that.Â
âyou can,â jisung coos at you, the first time heâs spoken since switching places with felix. âyou know what to say it you really canât. but i think you can, baby girl.â
heâs right. through all of this, your safeword hadnât even breached through to your consciousness. you still wanted this, as insane as it was.Â
âfuck, youâre stretched out,â felix curses, pushing the toy into you. you can feel it all the way in your throat, even though it was only a little over halfway inside of you. god, was he going to try and get the whole thing in?
the answer was yes, he was. he twists his wrist, letting your body get used to the girth of the toy for a moment before pulling it out almost all the way. he slowly slides it back in, and the squelch of the suction cups dragging in and out makes you flush so hard you feel lightheaded.Â
jisung is breathing hard behind you, and you revel in how affected he is right now. you chose well, you did good.
youâve never had something inside of you that felt like this; it wasnât moving but you could imagine if it was, in the ways that tentacles did in the hentai jisung made you watch - you never understood the appeal until now. you wanted it to completely engulf you. you had almost forgotten that it was attached to felixâs hand until he started pumping it in and out of you, absolutely obscene sounds filling the room from both it and your own mouth.Â
when you come for the last time itâs a fragile thing, slow rolls of heat washing over you, less intense but no less pleasurable. you feel floaty even felix removes the toy carefully, dumping it on the floor and pressing a flutter of kisses to your thighs. your head is sailing through the clouds just as your body feels weightless, the only thing keeping you tethered to the bed being their hands on you.Â
âletâs get her cleaned up,â jisung says, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of your head.Â
âno, âm not done,â you mumble, half into jisungâs arm where your mouth is now squished. thereâs a line of drool running from your lips down his skin, but youâre too exhausted to care about something that would normally send you into a fit of embarrassment.Â
âoh, sheâs out,â felix sounds almost in awe, like he canât believe the state the two of them had pushed you towards. that he couldnât believe that, even though you couldnât move a single limb in your body, you were still asking for more. felix reaches to the nightstand where he had placed a cool water bottle with a straw peeking out, and he holds it up to your mouth so you can suck small sips. the water feels heavenly, soothing your parched throat perfectly. did he put magic in this water? it sure feels like he did.Â
you didnât realize that you were talking out loud until they laugh, the sound of it sending happiness throughout your entire body. you made them happy.Â
âhi baby,â felix materializes at your side, cradling your face in his hands so you are looking at him instead of the ceiling. âbath or washcloth?â
âcanât move,â you replied, hoping heâd understand. when he comes back with a washcloth and starts cleaning you up, you know he did. he knows you so well.Â
you let out a series of whines when he cleans around your pussy, the burn of overstimulation bordering on painful now. jisung soothes you with a kiss for each one, his hands still intertwined with yours.Â
you fall asleep before felix finishes, and you miss the way they both look at you with nothing but adoration in their eyes.Â
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i LOVE the orange peel theory with all my heart it is so dear to me
i love it so much
so so much
and it's SO minho coded you are absolutely correct
a/n: my tiktok feed has been full of the orange peel theory and i know minho would be the perfect research participant for it.
âi really want an orange,â you sigh, nuzzling a little further into where you were buried into minho. he hums in agreement, eyes flickering to you for a moment before trailing back to the tv.Â
âwe just got some tangerines from jeju,â he strokes a hand up your arm. âtheyâre on the counter.â
âyeah,â you pout up at him, leaning forward and trying to catch his eye but he keeps them trained on the screen. âbut i donât want to peel them.â
âthen i guess youâre not getting an orange,â he snarks, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips when you huff and relax back into him. you grumble a bit and he ignores you, the only inclination of his attention being the hand he continues to stroke up and down your arm.Â
a few moments later he shuffles out from under you, leaving you hunched into the place in the couch he was just occupying. you shoot him a glance thatâs half curious and half accusatory, a bubble of hope building up in you.Â
âjust gotta use the bathroom,â he explains, and the bubble bursts. right.Â
âhurry back,â you tell him, and youâre sure you look a bit ridiculous sprawled out like you are.Â
âokay, boss,â he rolls his eyes, leaving the room swiftly, and for the first time tonight your attention is fully on the tv. he really doesnât know how distracting he is, even when heâs not doing anything.Â
he comes back just as the episode is ending, and you can tell that itâs going to end on a cliffhanger. you donât look away from the screen as you recap him on what heâs missed, filling in the details that have led to the scene right now that has your heartbeat in a chokehold.Â
you let him slot himself next to you again, lifting yourself up so he could slide under you and settling your head down into his lap, your gaze not wandering from the tv for a single second. itâs only when the episode finishes and the tv screen turns black with end credits that you notice it.Â
the smell of fresh oranges.Â
you might have explained it by the scent of the fruity hand soap he keeps stocked in your bathroom, but that one is lemon scented, not orange. a quick flick of your eyes upwards fills in the gap, and youâre shooting up from his lap with a blinding grin on your face so quickly that your head spins.Â
âcareful!â he warns, balancing the plate of freshly peeled orange slices in one hand as he steadies you with the other.Â
âyou peeled me oranges!â you canât stop smiling as you ignore his reprimand.Â
âyeah? you said you wanted some,â he furrows his brow, looking a bit confused, which is entirely unfair. he knows that he has tsundere tendencies.Â
âyou passed the orange peel theory test,â you gush at him, taking a slice into your hands and holding it like it was something precious.Â
âi passed the what?âÂ
âiâm going to eat these oranges,â you continue as if he wasnât talking, popping the slice in your mouth and groaning at the taste immediately. itâs so good. âand then iâm going to make out with you. for a long time.â
âwell if this is the reward iâm going to get, iâll peel you oranges every day.â
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Every single fic update there is an author trying frantically to find the right balance between a nonchalant aside of "leave a comment if you enjoyed =)" and clinging desperately to the coat tails of a random stranger, dragging along behind them on the street wailing "Please, please! I have to know what you thought! I'm desperate to talk to people about this! Ask me about the alliterative repetition! Ask me about the symbolism!"
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EXCUSE ME
you think he must be favored by the starsâ how they stored the sun inside every component of his being for him to keep safe.
THATS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL WHAT THE FUCK ARE U KIDDING ME
the premise : u apply lipgloss on felix because ofc he suits glossy lips except it takes an emotional turn???? because felix is perfect sorry. this is fluffyyyy and the sanest reaction to this man being ur bf (and these pics. these pics....)
âlixie, stay still,â you giggle, body nestled between felixâs legs. He's leaning against the bathroom counter, hands propped on the sleek ebony marble as you apply a shimmering lip gloss to his lips.
âbut don't you wanna know what changbin said to me?â
âof course i wanna know what creative pickup line he used on you today. of course i do, baby,â you smile and he rolls his eyes at the sarcasm dripping from your tone, his tongue poking against his cheek before gliding in (fake) annoyance over his lips.
âbutâŚâ he muses, tilting his head to the side, his hands finding your waist once again (they've been away for two minutes too long).
âbut when your mouth moves i can't technically apply lipgloss to it.â
âmaybe you're just a bad make-up artist,â he teases, before quickly planting a kiss on your temple. âkidding baby. you're the very best at everything you do.â
âyou're actually incapable of being mean,â you laugh heartily, your thumb swiping across his chiseled jaw.
âi am very much capable of being mean,â he pouts, his eyes widening slightly, golden light spilling into his pupilsâ it refracts into an arrow delving straight into your heart.
âyou can't say this in the softest voice and expect me to agree.â
âi am very much capable of being mean,â he repeats, only this time his timber is many many octaves lower. his voice reverberates straight through your stomach, a deep melody orchestrating the untamed butterflies in your stomach.
âthis is the equivalent of a kitten throwing a punch to me,â you pull his face closer, and he shakes his head, mouth shut tightly as you reapply the glitter infused gloss on his lips, going delicately over his cupid's bow. his eyes are boring onto you, yet you don't shy away from his gaze. it is a kind oneâ like a blanket knitted with love thrown over your body.
âdone,â you whisper, hands trailing up to his hair, blonde silky locks akin to threads of sunlight. you think he must be favored by the starsâ how they stored the sun inside every component of his being for him to keep safe.
âyou have the prettiest lips,â your voice is suddenly hoarse, thumb grazing slightly over his lips, ones shaped like a heartâ akin to the one freckle he has right underneath his eye.
it wasn't enough for him to have the kindest soul, no, love needed to be etched onto his skin too.
âfelix,â you rasp out his name.
he catches your tears before you sense them falling, swiping his thumbs delicately on your cheek. âangel?â
âyou're an idiot.â
âam i?â he brings you to his chest swiftly, your nose buried in the orange blossoms and sea notes of his skinâ your home, the one you'd recognize in blindness, in despair, in safety, in love.
âi wanted to apply this lipgloss on you because shimmer would suit your angelic lips and then we'd make out. but you just had to be so beautiful and pure that it makes me wanna cry.â
âI'm sorry,â he says and you giggle, more tears spilling from your eyes.
âsee, this is what i mean. why are you apologizing. this is so silly and you're so perfect and i can't believe you love me.â
âwell i do,â he leans away, kissing your forehead tenderly. the sticky lip gloss lingers on your skin. âi love you so much, angel. i will only ever love you.â
âpromise me?â you ask in a feat of vulnerability almost foreign to your being.
âi promise.â
you believe him.
âthank you. please don't put this lipgloss near anyone else or it'll make them cry too.â
âi think that's just you baby,â he grins, his thumb swiping over your thigh comfortingly, then, his nose brushing against your own. âkiss?â
you close your eyes, a sigh of relief, of longing escaping your body. âplease.â
to be loved by felixâ maybe you're the one favored by the stars after all.
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wahhhhh there is no such thing as too soft!! this is so cute!!
a/n: @astraystayyh mentioned something and then this happened and @forlix was involved too okay yeah enjoy maybe (poly!hyunlix x gn!reader, very soft. maybe too soft.)
being in a polyamorous relationship with hyuniin and felix was something that you could never have prepared for. the idea had scared you for so long, months of them asking you and asking you until you had finally said yes turning into a year of a relationship that you wouldnât trade for anything else in the world.Â
they constantly took the chance to break whatever fears you had stacked up before you got together. what you thought would be moments of possessiveness and power struggles over your individual relationships turned out to be one of the healthiest companionships youâve ever experienced. what you thought might be an awkward dance of limbs around one another turned out to be the best intimacy youâve ever faced. bit by bit, they dismantled your walls until you were laid out, bare for only them to see.Â
and to your absolute delight, the one thing that you never ran out of was kisses. hyunjin and felix were both exceptionally affectionate people, even more so when it came to you. there wasnât a moment that went by where you felt touched starved or empty of love.Â
it was in moments like the one you were in right now where it truly hit you; you were so lucky. you were pressed against their two bodies, their warmth blanketing you like a furnace. they took turns pressing kisses into your hair, your cheeks, your neck, anywhere their lips could reach. it was as if they couldnât help themselves from feeling your skin on them whenever they could.
the fact that these men chose you of all the people at their disposal was a true miracle in and of itself. that they waited for you to be ready for them is something even more fierce, so unpredictably wonderful that you sometimes canât believe that itâs real. that itâs happening for you.Â
âthinking too loud,â felix mumbles against your shoulder, breaking you out of your head as he presses his fingers lightly into your stomach where they had been laying. hyunjin hums in agreement, rubbing his nose against your scalp lazily.Â
âwhatâs going on in this pretty head?â hyunjin murmurs from your other side, and even as light as his voice is it still vibrates against your skin like the strum of his guitar.Â
âitâs stupid,â you start, wriggling a bit in their arms. felix tightens his just a bit, urging you to stay still, a silent nothing you say is stupid, stupid drifting through the air. âiâm just so lucky to have you. both of you.â
âweâre the ones that are lucky,â felix opens his eyes, the brightness of his pupils trained on you contrasting the sultry deepness of his voice. âwe get to hold you like this whenever we want.â
âyouâre precious,â hyunjin agrees, dropping a kiss to your cheek. âour precious little gem. weâre not letting you go.â
and in this moment, held between them so gently like you might break if they pushed too hard, you truly felt like something precious.Â
â
soft hours
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alriiight so remember how one and a half years ago i said id do a series on skz as romantic tropes, inspired by @jinniebit's post? surprise, i am actually still working on it! i have not forgotten! i just am very slow.
but since ive been working on the enemies to lovers!minho fic over the last couple of days and i actually like where it is going, i figured id prove that i didnt vanish into the void give you a sneak peak.
i wont give you context because i dont want to spoil the rest of the story but i think it works without context anyways.
so here you go.
âIâm just saying, he has a car, he literally offered to take us, why the hell would you not take that offer?â
Jisung and you are arguing in the kitchen. Chan and Changbin are throwing a party at their place and both you two and Minho are invited. It already bugs you to have to spend the evening around him, but Minho offered to drive and while you realise that that is just way too convenient to not take up, it is also going against every ounce of your being to accept that.Â
âIâll walk, itâs fine,â you shrug and return your attention to the dishes youâre currently scrubbing, maybe a bit more vigorously than necessary.Â
âWalk? To the other side of town?!â
You have to give it to him; the place is kind of far away.Â
âFine, Iâll take the bus.â
You know he wonât take that as an answer, he knows that you hate public transport. And sure enough, youâre staring at a plate, when Jisungâs face slowly pushes into your field of vision.
âPublic transport. You.â
You shrug, âsure. Canât be that bad, huh?â
âLook at me.â
You roll your eyes, but Jisung is nothing if not stubborn, so you turn to the left where he is still staring at you.Â
âYou are being unreasonable. We both know you canât walk there, and you hate buses, so why on earth would you not take the offer of someone driving?â
You hold his stare. You can be just as stubborn as he is, and it already annoys you that Minho will be there at all â youâre not going to drive there with him as well.Â
âI just donât like him, thatâs all.â
He rolls his eyes.
âIâm not asking you to marry him, am I? You can even sit in the back, and you donât have to say a single word.â
âI hate sitting in the back, though. And I donât like when other people drive,â you add a bit quieter, and return to your dishes. Itâs not even a lie.
Jisung sighs and pats you on the shoulder.
âSo thatâs it. You donât feel safe in other peopleâs cars, yeah?â
Thatâs only one part of the problem, but it sounds reasonable enough to just go with this version, so you nod.Â
âThatâs alright, I donât know a safer driver than Minho. Seriously,â he adds when he realises that youâre not convinced, âI donât feel great with a lot of drivers either, but he really pays attention and doesnât speed and all that. And Iâm with you, I can make a fuss about him having to be really careful if you donât want to say anything.â
He playfully nudges you, and it does make you smile a bit. You suddenly feel bad that youâre being so difficult. Sure, you donât like Minho, but Jisung does for some reason and youâre being a pain about it. So, you give in. It canât be that bad.
***Â
And to your surprise, it really isnât that bad at all. Jisung nudges you toward the passenger seat and goes to sit in the back, and you try and be a decent person and greet Minho when you climb onto the seat. He watches you get in with his attentive eyes â you keep wondering what they remind you of â and nods in return, a small greeting back.Â
Jisung starts talking as soon as he closes the door, and you know it is to not make you feel uneasy next to Minho. You appreciate it, but it makes you feel even worse about your behaviour earlier. When Minho starts the car, you clench your fists in anticipation, focusing on the dull pressure of your nail into the skin of your palms, to not focus on the feeling in your stomach. You feel Minhoâs eyes on you when you stop at a traffic light, and youâre not sure if youâre imagining it, but the car starts more smoothly when the light goes green.
Somewhere along the drive, you unclench your fingers and run them over the crescents your nails left behind. Jisung was right, you muse, Minho does drive safer than anyone youâve ever driven with. He eyes you at stop signs and traffic lights, and just before you go around the last corner into the street Chan and Changbin live in, you realise what his eyes feel like. There is a feline attentiveness to them, calmly and quietly observing the people around him. Somehow, it makes you feel even worse about the fuss you made. What it must have looked like from the outside when you refused to shake his hand. You feel like a fool.Â
The door to the passenger side opens and shakes you out of your thoughts. You look up, and sure enough, Minho is holding the door, one hand extended â just like he did in the kitchen. Your eyes jump back and forth between his hand and his face. There is something in his eyes, something very well concealed â and when it changes to a satisfied sparkle as you grab his hand, you realise it was insecurity.
***
tag list: @rachalixie (i did promise), @chvnnie (no idea if you are still interested but im not gonna leave you out), @jinniebit (because youre the reason this series exists at all honestly) and @lurkmethist (did u see what i did here amethyst i think im hilarious hehe - but i promised id tag u still) ALSO @an0ther-us3r (bc u liked the other snippet so much maybe u wanna read this too?)
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alriiight so remember how one and a half years ago i said id do a series on skz as romantic tropes, inspired by @jinniebit's post? surprise, i am actually still working on it! i have not forgotten! i just am very slow.
but since ive been working on the enemies to lovers!minho fic over the last couple of days and i actually like where it is going, i figured id prove that i didnt vanish into the void give you a sneak peak.
i wont give you context because i dont want to spoil the rest of the story but i think it works without context anyways.
so here you go.
âIâm just saying, he has a car, he literally offered to take us, why the hell would you not take that offer?â
Jisung and you are arguing in the kitchen. Chan and Changbin are throwing a party at their place and both you two and Minho are invited. It already bugs you to have to spend the evening around him, but Minho offered to drive and while you realise that that is just way too convenient to not take up, it is also going against every ounce of your being to accept that.Â
âIâll walk, itâs fine,â you shrug and return your attention to the dishes youâre currently scrubbing, maybe a bit more vigorously than necessary.Â
âWalk? To the other side of town?!â
You have to give it to him; the place is kind of far away.Â
âFine, Iâll take the bus.â
You know he wonât take that as an answer, he knows that you hate public transport. And sure enough, youâre staring at a plate, when Jisungâs face slowly pushes into your field of vision.
âPublic transport. You.â
You shrug, âsure. Canât be that bad, huh?â
âLook at me.â
You roll your eyes, but Jisung is nothing if not stubborn, so you turn to the left where he is still staring at you.Â
âYou are being unreasonable. We both know you canât walk there, and you hate buses, so why on earth would you not take the offer of someone driving?â
You hold his stare. You can be just as stubborn as he is, and it already annoys you that Minho will be there at all â youâre not going to drive there with him as well.Â
âI just donât like him, thatâs all.â
He rolls his eyes.
âIâm not asking you to marry him, am I? You can even sit in the back, and you donât have to say a single word.â
âI hate sitting in the back, though. And I donât like when other people drive,â you add a bit quieter, and return to your dishes. Itâs not even a lie.
Jisung sighs and pats you on the shoulder.
âSo thatâs it. You donât feel safe in other peopleâs cars, yeah?â
Thatâs only one part of the problem, but it sounds reasonable enough to just go with this version, so you nod.Â
âThatâs alright, I donât know a safer driver than Minho. Seriously,â he adds when he realises that youâre not convinced, âI donât feel great with a lot of drivers either, but he really pays attention and doesnât speed and all that. And Iâm with you, I can make a fuss about him having to be really careful if you donât want to say anything.â
He playfully nudges you, and it does make you smile a bit. You suddenly feel bad that youâre being so difficult. Sure, you donât like Minho, but Jisung does for some reason and youâre being a pain about it. So, you give in. It canât be that bad.
***Â
And to your surprise, it really isnât that bad at all. Jisung nudges you toward the passenger seat and goes to sit in the back, and you try and be a decent person and greet Minho when you climb onto the seat. He watches you get in with his attentive eyes â you keep wondering what they remind you of â and nods in return, a small greeting back.Â
Jisung starts talking as soon as he closes the door, and you know it is to not make you feel uneasy next to Minho. You appreciate it, but it makes you feel even worse about your behaviour earlier. When Minho starts the car, you clench your fists in anticipation, focusing on the dull pressure of your nail into the skin of your palms, to not focus on the feeling in your stomach. You feel Minhoâs eyes on you when you stop at a traffic light, and youâre not sure if youâre imagining it, but the car starts more smoothly when the light goes green.
Somewhere along the drive, you unclench your fingers and run them over the crescents your nails left behind. Jisung was right, you muse, Minho does drive safer than anyone youâve ever driven with. He eyes you at stop signs and traffic lights, and just before you go around the last corner into the street Chan and Changbin live in, you realise what his eyes feel like. There is a feline attentiveness to them, calmly and quietly observing the people around him. Somehow, it makes you feel even worse about the fuss you made. What it must have looked like from the outside when you refused to shake his hand. You feel like a fool.Â
The door to the passenger side opens and shakes you out of your thoughts. You look up, and sure enough, Minho is holding the door, one hand extended â just like he did in the kitchen. Your eyes jump back and forth between his hand and his face. There is something in his eyes, something very well concealed â and when it changes to a satisfied sparkle as you grab his hand, you realise it was insecurity.
***
tag list: @rachalixie (i did promise), @chvnnie (no idea if you are still interested but im not gonna leave you out), @jinniebit (because youre the reason this series exists at all honestly) and @lurkmethist (did u see what i did here amethyst i think im hilarious hehe - but i promised id tag u still) ALSO @an0ther-us3r (bc u liked the other snippet so much maybe u wanna read this too?)
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man i cant wait to have this in my life. it will be just a peaceful and silly and lovely like this.
eight days of christmas carols - day 8
jeongin - a nonsense christmas
a/n: im a little christmas morning drunk so i didn't proof read this!! but happy holidays to everyone :)))
christmas was over - you had opened your gifts, sang carols with family, cooked and ate more than your bodies fill of delicious snacks and meals that you only got once a year. you had wrapped and unwrapped gifts, exchanged pleasantries with folks that you only saw once a year. it was as wonderful as it was exhausting.Â
now it was time to go back to the comfort of your shared home with jeongin, sitting pretty in his passenger seat as he drives with one hand on the wheel.Â
âoh, i love this song,â you perk up in your seat and turn up the volume, expertly dodging his hand when he tries to flick you away from the console. he hated when people messed with his settings, even just a little bit.Â
âitâs not even christmas anymore,â he complains, but pushes the volume up by two more clicks for you.Â
âitâs still the 25th!â you argue back, letting the christmas bells in the background fill your heart with that familiar ebbing feeling of the holidays.Â
âyouâre ridiculous,â he rolls his eyes fondly, nothing but soft affection and tenderness exuding from his gaze.Â
âtake me for a ride, iâll be your vixen,â you ignore him to sing along to the song filtering through jeonginâs old car speakers. your intertwine your hand in his free one as he drives down the streets littered with barren trees, continuing to croon at him along with the radio. the sparse streetlights make his curls glow golden and his eyes seem almost supernatural as they pass by.Â
he cuts the gas once you reach your apartment complex, flecks of snow just starting to make themselves known as they fall onto his windshield. the lack of heat from the vents makes you shiver, and you tighten your hand in his.Â
âlet me come warm you up,â he tugs you to him, helping you across the middle console until you were settled into his lap. you lean into him, wrapping your arms around his middle as you press your lips to his, cherry scented lip balm hitting your tongue.Â
âlooking at you got me thinking christmas,â you mutter against his lips.Â
âyouâre my wishlist,â he goes along, mouthing the words of the song as he slides his hands under your jacket to rest on your hips.Â
â
carols masterlist
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