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myseungsunglove · 7 months

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An S-Class Connection | Hhj

Pairing: Hyunjin x reader

Warnings: language, smut, friends to lovers

Word Count: 1.7k

𖠫Summary: Seeing your best friend perform at the VMAs stirs some feelings in you that you had been pushing down for years. Upon congratulating Hyunjin on his award and amazing performance, the dynamic of your friend takes a sharp and unexpected turn into territory you were never expecting but gladly welcome.

✎A/N✎: It’s been a hot minute since I wrote a full on smut piece. I have one with Seungmin out there called “The way you Make Me Feel” but it’s mild really. This one isn’t particularly spicy, but it is my first go at a sexual encounter in a fic in a long time. It’s also my first time writing Hyunjin so I hope it isn’t massively disappointing! Your feedback is always greatly appreciated.

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「© September 23, 2023 by mysweethannie」

✘MDNI✘

Smut Warnings: Fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (stay safe, homies), creampie

The moment his eyes meet yours from the stage, you feel your feelings fundamentally shift in a way you aren’t going to be able to stuff back into a box or a closet or wherever else they had been previously hiding.

The S-Class performance ends and you are escorted backstage as the crowd roars its appreciation for Stray Kids. You are so proud of them getting to perform at the VMAs. But at the current moment that accomplishment is secondary to whatever the feeling is that is stirring inside of you.

You haven’t seen the boys since you had departed from your hotel in the morning to get ready for the evening at the VMAs. You had separate presser events to get to yourself and those didn’t align with their schedules. You’d been with Hyunjin when he got his haircut the day before, but the stylist had done a next level job with his hair tonight. The tight undercut, the short ponytail pulled up in the middle of his head. The strands of hair that fall perfectly on his forehead, framing his intense stare in a way that have your insides burning with desire. Something you had not felt, or at least not acknowledged you felt, about your best friend before.

You round a corner backstage and see the boys thanking their backup dancers. Their smiles and energy are both contagious. Then you spot Hyunjin and it feels like all the air is punched from your lungs. As if he feels your presence, he turns around and once again his eyes fall on you. The look in his eyes is something you’d not seen before, and it makes your stomach twist into knots, the heat of his gaze making your legs tremble slightly.

He slowly moves toward you, his eyes raking over your form and you suddenly look down at yourself, taking in your appearance. You are in a skin tight black dress that hugs your curves, showing off your small waist and making your hips look delectable. The dress is short, barely covering your ass, coming to rest just below it on your thick thighs. You are wearing a pair of Black Highland Stuart Weiztman boots that came up thigh high and accentuate your leg’s best features and a simple black garter visible on your left thigh.

“Damn,” Hyunjin breathes once he is within earshot. His large hands rest on your hips, pulling you into his. You can’t help the tiny gasp that escapes you. “You look fucking incredible,” he adds. You hardly register the compliment because his fingers are dancing along your hips as he rubs them gently.

“Y/n?” Hyunjin questions when you don't respond. “Anyone alive in there?” he jokes, gently tapping his knuckles against your temple.

This brings you back to reality.

“Me? look good?” you scoff incredulously. “Have you seen yourself?” you ask. “Your hair alone would be enough to part legs like the Red Sea.” The words are tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop them.

Hyunjin narrows his eyes at you, his hands on your waist, pulling you into him so that he can whisper in your ear.

“And what about your legs? Would the hair work on them too?” he whispers against the shell of your ear, his breath hot against your skin causing goosebumps to rise up on your neck.

You pull back from him with a start, looking at his face to read his expression. Your eyes search his for any sign that he may be joking or looking to get a rise from you. You are met with a look that says he would devour you right there in front of everyone if he could.

You swallow thickly, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you take a step off a cliff you know you won’t be able to take back once you utter the words. You place your hands on the base of his head, your fingers dancing along the undercut, eliciting a shiver from him.

“Most definitely,” you finally respond, your voice breathy and desperate.

You barely have the chance to get the words out before his plush lips are pressed against yours, his tongue licking into your mouth insistently like he was in fact trying to devour you. His large hands are sprawled across the expanse of your back, pressing you tightly against him as he kisses you breathless.

Just when you start to feel a little lightheaded, you break apart both of you heaving in heavy breaths.

“Let’s go,” he says, grabbing your hand and dragging you down the hall away from the prying eyes of the others and all of the people attending the awards show.

“Fuck,” you whisper as he pulls you into a dressing room, closing the door and pushing you up against it, this time his perfect pink lips finding a home on your neck and sucking a mark there.

“I’ve wanted this for,” he kisses your neck and moves along your jawline. “For so fucking long. You have no idea,” he admits before kissing you hard. His hands are groping your ass, squeezing hard as he presses you against himself. One of your legs is wrapped around his hip, making your core come in contact with his hard length. He groans against your lips at the contact, his hand moving to push your dress up over your hips, exposing the small black thong you are wearing. “I could make you feel so good,” he teases, his fingers running over your barely clothed core. “Do you want that?”

You nod frantically.

“Your words, baby,” he says, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Fuck me, Hyunjin,” you beg, your lips leaving a trail of wet kisses along his jawline as your fingers continue to dance lightly along his freshly shaved hairline at the nape of his neck.Your lips meet again. He bites your lip and you can’t help but gasp. He pushes aside your thong, his long middle finger running between your folds, gathering the wetness that has gathered there. He circles your clit a time or two, causing you to moan out against his neck as he moves to enter you with his long finger. You hold tightly to his neck, your mouth hanging open as you fuck your self first on one finger, then two as he works to open you up.

“Need. Fuck.” the words are punched out of you as your hands move to his pants, trying desperately to push them away from his hips as his fingers continue their assault on your wet cunt. “Need you inside of me.”

“I am inside of you,” he teases.

Your hips still as you successfully push his pants over his hips, his long, hard cock springing free against your leg. You wrap your hand around his length and stroke him gently.

“I need this,” you whine, your hand holding him firmly, giving him a gentle squeeze.

Immediately his fingers leave your sopping hole as he grabs his cock, running the head against your wet folds and tapping it roughly against your clit, causing you to shiver. He lines himself up with your hole and presses the head of his cock into you, looking into your eyes and he pushes deeper into you.

“Shit,” you groan, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders as your warm walls welcome him in.

He bottoms out, his pelvis pressed firmly against your pussy as he picks your legs up off the ground and wraps them around his waist. This causes his cock to hit that sweet spot inside of you, an involuntary moan spilling for your lips. He kisses you then, and this kiss is wet and dirty, desperate. It is all teeth and tongue as he pulls his hips away from yours, only to push back into you. He wastes no time repeating the movement, pulling his cock out to the head only to shove it back in as quickly as it left your aching cunt.

“You’re so fucking tight. Absolutely perfect for me,” he praises against your lips, and that causes your pussy walls to clinch around his hard member. “Shit,” he gaspes, feeling you grip him tight.

His hips begin to piston harder and he pushes back into you, shoving your back up the door a little bit from the force of the blow. He keeps his pelvis pressed against you as he pounds his cock into you relentlessly. You can feel every delicious inch of him, his veins brushing along your walls causing you to clench around him.

“Fuck,” you moan. “I’m gonna come,” you warn. “Come inside me.” Your words were tumbling out of your mouth again as if you had no control over them whatsoever. “Please,” you beg, squeezing your walls against him as his thrusts became more erratic.

“You’d like that, yeah?” he asks, one of his hands moving between you, his fingers moving in circles around your clit. His forehead is pressed into yours, his breath fanning across your lips as he speaks. “I’m gonna fill you up so good baby,” he promises, suddenly pressing his fingers hard against your clit as hips stutter against your pelvis, the head of his cock nailing your g-spot.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin moans desperately, his movements stilling as he suddenly comes, spilling into you ropes of hot, white ecstasy. He is still twitching inside you when you come hard, your legs squeezing around his body as your own body quakes from the pleasure of your release. His lips find yours again as he helps you ride out the high.

“Holy shit,” you breathe against his lips once your body stops shaking against his. “I can’t believe we just did that,” you voice aloud.

“But I’m sure as hell glad we did,” he said, kissing you hard and pressing his body against yours once more.

“Me too,” you agree. “That better not be the last time either,” you add.

He smiles against your lips then and chuckles softly.

“I’m never getting enough of this now that you’ve given it to me,” he admits, his voice low. “I’m yours, baby,” he says, kissing you tenderly.

It is at that moment you realize what the feeling you had felt earlier in the night was. You had fallen in love with your best friend. It only took him fucking you in a dressing room at an awards show for you to figure it out.

There were worse ways to come to that conclusion, you think to yourself, thankful that no matter where or how it happened that it did. Things will definitely never be the same between you, but in the best way possible.

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niki-phoria · 7 months

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pairing: hyunjun x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 406

includes: fluff, hyunjin has long hair and an art studio, reader sits on his lap (briefly)

a/n: i'm honestly not super happy with this but it was finished and i wanted to post something

summary: hyunjin paints a portrait of you

“hold still,” hyunjin murmurs beneath his breath. his gaze continuously flicks between your figure and the canvas propped up in front of him.

stray specks of paint stain his fingers and most of the art studio you’re sitting in. sunlight streaming in through the opened windows is the only source of lighting, bathing him in a gentle golden glow. despite your cumulative efforts to keep the area clean, the paint and graphite stains seem to have a way of continuously recurring throughout the space.

“i’m sorry.” you bite back the chuckle that threatens to escape your lips as you twist back into your original position. “modeling is harder than it looks, you know. especially when the painter is as demanding as you are.”

hyunjin shifts slightly from behind the canvas to send you a playful glare. “i’m almost finished,” he says, returning his attention to the painting once again. “just give me ten more minutes.”

you reply with a simple hum of acknowledgement before relative silence fills the room once again. with nothing else to do, your gaze drifts back to hyunjin. his hair has been tied back into a low ponytail, leaving only a few shorter strands of hair to frame his face. his oversized hoodie is littered with stray patches of paint on the sleeves. each stroke of brush against canvas is short and precise as he expertly blends the colours together.

“y/n?” hyunjin’s soft call breaks you out of your daze. he softly chuckles, setting his paintbrush aside. “what are you so busy staring at?”

“nothing.” quickly stepping off of the chair you had been posing on, you quickly wander over to him. hyunjin wraps his arms around your waist as he tugs you down to sit in his lap. you lean down to press a chaste kiss against cheek. “just you.”

hyunjin’s hands slip just underneath the fabric of your shirt; his fingers unconsciously trace random shapes against your skin. “can i see it?”

“of course,” hyunjin nods.

his arms snake around your waist as you twist to look at the painting behind you. “wow,” you murmur. each stroke of paint works together to delicately paint a soft portrait of you. it’s almost akin to a renaissance painting - the light colours, soft blending, and intricate details. “it’s beautiful.”

hyunjin softly smiles, leaning in to press another quick peck against the exposed skin of your neck. “you’ve always been my muse, love.”

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yootaesowlwrites · 6 months

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Please Remove the Cuffs - Hwang Hyunjin

W/C: 6.1K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “I-I want to touch you too. Please remove the cuffs…” + “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, au, mafia au, Mafia!Hyunjin, handcuffs, teasing, begging, nudism, marking, nipple sucking, nipple licking, handjob, oral(female receiving), cum tasting, hair pulling, unprotected sex, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

“I don’t kneel for anyone, nor do I beg for anyone,” Hyunjin says. You watch as he spoke to his henchmen, a hard expression on his face, but a smirk was slowly forming on your lips. You push yourself away from the wall and make your way out of his office and towards your bedroom upstairs in the house, letting him finish with his meeting while also getting a few things out. It didn’t take long before he was making his way into the bedroom, tossing his blazer aside while rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt all the way to his elbows, his tie was already halfway undone.

“Can you close the door?” You ask, looking at him through the mirror that was hanging on the wall above the dresser you were standing at. You watch him close the door before making his way towards you and wrapping his arms around you and placing his chin on your shoulder.

“Hmm, finally alone with you, after an entire day of not being able to touch or hold you,” He softly hums. His eyes slowly move to what was atop the dresser you were standing in front of, and you hear him take in a sharp breath. “And what is all this?”

“Well, you said you don’t kneel for anyone, nor do you beg for anyone,” You say, watching his expression. “I want to test that, will you allow me?” You hear him take in another sharp breath before he picks up the handcuffs that are laid on the dresser and turns you to face him.

“You know that I will always beg for you, kneel for you, whatever it is you want me to do,” He says. He was hopelessly in love with you, there was no denying that, and he would end the world for you if you asked or if anyone dared to lay their filthy hands on you. “So… If you wish to have me handcuffed…” He takes a step back and slowly sinks to his knees in front of you. “And on my knees for you, then you have me like that,” You step forward and take the cuffs from his hand.

“You came in here, rolling up your sleeves… Surely you were already expecting a long night,” You say. You move your hand to the button of his shirt before pausing as another idea pops into your mind. “Put your hands behind your back,” You watch as he moves his hands behind him before you slowly move around him. You bend down, and he feels you placing the cuffs around his wrists before he hears them lock, his heart rate instantly picks p, excitement already coursing through him. You place your hands on his shoulders and your lips brush against the shell of his ear, he could feel your hot breathing, and he had to resist the urge to moan right then and there. “You know what to say when you want it all to stop, right?” He tilts his head back at your voice close to his ear like that.

“Red,” He breathes out. It was a colour you hated and when it would be uttered, everything would stop instantly, because you hated if you hurt him or caused harm to him, and he also hated that. Intimate moments like this were made to make the other one feel like they were floating through the universe. You squeeze his shoulders before your lips disappeared from his ear and your hands lift away from his shoulders, he could hear your footsteps slowly moving as you move back into his view.

“What should I do with you first?” You ask. He was on his knees staring up at you with his hands cuffed behind his back, he already looked like sin, and you hadn’t even started yet. You step closer to him and place your hand underneath his jaw and gently press your fingers into his skin to make sure he keeps looking up at you. “Fuck, you look so…” You lean over and press your lips against his, your eyes shutting immediately as you feel his lips move with yours.

His lips were warm against yours and felt soft, the taste from the iced American he had earlier still lingered on his lips. You slide your tongue over his bottom lip, and he immediately parts his lips, allowing your tongue access to his mouth. Your other hand moves to his shoulder, slipping underneath the dress shirt to feel his warm skin, while your tongue was exploring every inch of his mouth. The room slowly becomes warmer the longer the kiss lasts, and the more intense it grew. Silver strings of saliva break off as you pull back from the kiss and coat his chin, you open your eyes and found his lips swollen from how deeply you had kissed him.

“Fuck…” You whisper. You slowly release his jaw and trace your finger along his lips, feeling how soft it is. Your fingers slowly move along his cheek, over the mole that was on his cheek, before your hand moves away from him as he was starting to lean into your touch. “Your chest… seems so empty.”

“Pillow,” He quickly says before you could move onto your knees. “Get a pillow for yourself,” You nod your head as you feel your heart-warming at his care. You move towards the bed and pick up one of the pillows before making your way back towards him. You drop the pillow in front of him, the wind from the pillow dropping onto the floor rushes around him and makes him shiver. You move onto your knees in front of him and reach out and begin unbuttoning his button-up shirt before pushing it open and slowly slide your hand over his chest, feeling his warm skin underneath the palm of your hands before you slowly slide them slower.

“You are just… everything,” You say. “Everything to me,” You lean closer to him and brush your lips against his neck, he immediately tilts his head back to give you more access to his neck. “Let me leave a little bruise here too,” You whisper before your lips close around the spot you had kissed and begin sucking. His lids flutter as he feels his blood rushing through his veins and going straight to his cock, that was now starting to harden. Your hands pause when your thumbs reached his nipples, and slowly you begin to rub the pads of your thumbs over them.

“Y/n…” He breathes out. He could feel your nose rubbing against his neck as you were sucking on it, and fuck, it was making his mind spin as he felt and heard your hot breath on his skin, along with the feeling of your thumbs rubbing over his nipples, which were quickly becoming sensitive to your touch. “Fuck… I…” Just hearing the groans were making you grow wet, they sounded so delicious. You could feel his body heat reaching yours along with his intoxicating scent that you absolutely love.

You pull back from his neck and look at the mark you had just created on his skin, admiring it for a moment before your lips touched his collarbone, and you begin sucking another bruise into his skin. You slide one of your hands down his stomach, feeling the ridges from his abs underneath your touch before your fingers reach his pants.

“Y/n…” He says, although it sounded more like a whimper. Your hand moves over his pants and slowly feel over his thigh through his pants and slowly move your hand to the inside of his thigh. “Fuck…” Your teeth graze over his skin, and you gently nip at it before you pull back from his collarbone.

“You taste so deliciously,” You say and lick your lips as you look at his face. You could see that his brown eyes had darkened and lust was clouding them. Your hand pauses right before it reaches his hardening cock in his pants, and you could see his jaw clenching for a moment. “Soon,” You dip your head and lick a stripe over his nipple, which causes him to take in a shuddering breath, you do it again while your thumb was playing with his other nipple.

“Yyy/nnn,” He whines, which makes you smirk at the sound of him whining your name. “Fuck, touch me, touch it…” You squeeze his thigh, and he lets out a low groan. “Shit…” You move your hand to cup his bulge through his pants, and his breathing stops for a moment. “Fuck…” You slowly palm him through his pants and hear his breathing becoming harder and deeper. “Y/n…” Your lips wrap around his nipple, and you gently suck on the bud. You slide your hand away from his chest and up towards his shoulder before you slowly push his shirt down his shoulder to expose him a little more.

“Y/n…” He groans out. He could hear your loud breathing against his chest as you suck on his nipple, which was causing sweat to break out onto his skin and slowly covers him. You could feel his cock growing bigger underneath your touch, and the tent in his pants was becoming more prominent. “Fuck, Y/n…” You pull back from his nipple, and he moves from sitting on his knees to standing on them. “Please…” You look up at him as he looks down at you with pleading eyes. “Please…” Your hand slides from his shoulder and over his chest and down his stomach until your fingers curl into his pants.

“Do you want to sit somewhere?” You ask as you slide your hand away from his clothed cock and towards the button on his pants. He feels you unbutton his pants before hearing the zipper being undone and his pants falling down until it reached his knees.

“No, no, I’m fine right here, like this,” He says. “You want me on my knees, I’ll stay on my knees for you,” Your fingers slide along the waistband of his underwear, he could feel a shiver going up his spine at your touch.

“Are you sure?” You ask. “Because I won’t mind if you want to sit at the edge of the bed if it’s going to be easier,” He shakes his head, taking in a deep breath, your eyes move lower, and you watch as his stomach rises and falls.

“I’m fine right here,” He says. “I’ll let you know if I can’t anymore…” You nod your head and curl your fingers around the waistband of his underneath and slowly yet carefully push it down and over his cock. “Fucking fuck…” You push his underwear down to his knees before flattening your hands against his thighs and slowly sliding your hands upwards, leaving a burning trail behind on his skin. “So good…” Your hands slide over the crease of his hips and you lean closer. You keep your eyes on his face to watch his reaction and see his lids fluttering as your breath got closer and closer to his stomach. “Ohhh,” You watch his lids shut as your lips touch below his belly button, and you slowly kiss a line down to his pubic bone.

“Shit…” He breathes out. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows loudly, you could see the sweat becoming thicker on his skin, and it was starting to glow underneath the lights. You flatten your tongue against his stomach and lick a stripe back upwards, moving away from his cock and where he wanted your attention the most. “Tease…”

“Like you’re complaining,” You state and blow against the spot you had just licked, you watch his muscles tighten for a moment and hear a low grunt coming from him. You slide your hand down his thigh before moving it to the inside of his thigh and upwards, you watch him open his eyes and look down at you, trying to see where your hand was travelling towards.

“Never said I wa- aah, ohh,” He moans as he feels your hand cup his balls. You gently massage his balls, and you watch his chest rising and falling faster as his breathing becomes faster. You kiss down his stomach again before you lift your head and move it to his thigh, avoiding his cock. “The power you have over me…” You kiss over his thigh, nipping at his skin every few times. “I’ll beg for you, I don’t mind, I’ll beg for you to give me what I want so badly right now… I’m not ashamed to beg,” You smirk against his skin and pull back.

“Then beg,” You say. You watch him swallow again, his hair was sticking to his neck and to his forehead already from the sweat. Your hand moves to his thigh and your fingers stroke along his skin, and you feel goosebumps forming on his skin.

“I… Y/n…” He begins and swallows again. “Please… touch it, please, I want you to touch my cock,” You could feel your pussy twitch from his words. “I need you to touch my cock, fuck… I need to feel your hand around it,” You lick your lips as you feel heat travelling through your body and sweat slowly building up on your skin. “I need to feel your touch,” You glance down at his cock and watch pre-cum glistening at the slit. “Please… fuck, please,” You look back at his face and right into his pleading eyes. Just seeing his face in such a state and hearing him pleading with you, begging for you to touch him. “I’m desperate for your touch, I need it so badly,” It was soaking your panties. “Fuck… Y/n… Yyy/nnn, please,” His tone quickly became whiny.

“Fuck, you sound so hot right now,” You say. Your hand slowly slides higher on his thighs, and you watch him buck his hips forward, trying to get you to touch him. “You’re so needy… I love it,” A whimper leaves his lips.

“Please…” He whispers. You watch his body jerk as you place your index finger on the underside of his cock and slowly slide it downwards. “Ohh, oh, fuck, fuck, more, please,” His head tilts back as your finger reaches the base of his cock. “Fuck, please… OH!” You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and slowly slide it along his length. “Fuuuckk,” Your movement was painfully slow as you drag your hand along, and he was desperate to feel your hand along his entire shaft. “Faster…”

“Faster?” You ask. “Aren’t you being too eager now?” He lets out a groan as your hand finally reaches the head of his cock. “Better?” A whimper leaves his lips as you slowly circle your thumb around the tip of his cock.

“Fuck…” He breathes out. You were teasing him, and making him sweat, but he doesn’t regret saying those words in front of you. You slowly slide your thumb over the slit where his pre-cum was oozing out and spread it over the tip, his breathing picks up at that, and you couldn’t help but smirk. You slowly slide your hand down his cock, leaving a glistering stripe behind on his cock as you do. “F-fuckk,” Your hand slides back up, and you gather more of his pre-cum to spread over his length. “S-so good, fuck, Y-Y/n,” Hearing him stuttering like this was absolutely delicious.

“Yeah… you like this?” You ask and twist your hand at the base of his cock, a squelching sound quickly fills the room, and he sucks in his stomach at the sound and at the feeling that runs through him. “Like that?” Your hand moves to the middle of his cock, and you twist it again, spreading his pre-cum even more. His skin was completely flushed, and he desperately tried to fuck himself on your hand. Your other hand squeezes his balls, making his breathing hitch. “Feels nice, doesn’t it?” His cock was now glistening with his pre-cum and he was breathing loudly.

“I-I want to touch you too.” He breathes out. “Please remove the cuffs…” You slowly slide your hand down his cock before you pull your hands away from his cock and balls. “Nhhhooo,” He whines out and lifts his head to look at you. A hint of deviousness was swimming in your eyes, it was practically dancing with the lust that covered your eyes.

“I can do that,” You say. He watches as you begin to unbutton your shirt before you slowly pull it down your arms to expose yourself, he swallows as he watches you remove your bra and licks his lips before his eyes zeros in only our chest. “I can touch myself for you.”

“Nooo, fuck, no, I want to touch you, I want to feel you,” He says in a pleading tone, which makes you smirk even more. You stand from the pillow, and he watches as your hands move to the waistband of your pants.

“Well…” You begin and push your pants down along with your panties, his eyes immediately drop to your pussy, he could only see your mound and thighs, but he could already imagine your pussy in front of his eyes. “How about you stay on your knees like that, handcuffed and desperate, while eating me out?” He lets out a loud moan, and you watch his eyes roll to the back of his head, his lips shutting for a moment, and you watch as he tries to get his breathing under control. “I take that as a yes?” He sits down on his knees and opens his eyes to watch you. You step closer, and he tugs at the cuffs, wanting to reach out for you and pull you closer to him, but he was quickly reminded that he was cuffed and could only watch.

“Come here,” He practically growls out. You feel your insides twist and your wetness grows between your folds. You reach out and run your fingers through his hair before gripping it and pulling his head back before you stepped closer to him, he immediately leans closer, and you spread your legs for him. His lips brush over your mound, leaving a brief kiss on it, before his tongue was licking at your folds and pushed past them to get to your juices.

“Ohh, oh, yes, that’s so warm,” You breathe out. His tongue slides over the inside of your folds, trying his best to avoid your clit for the time being. “Fuck… yes…” His tongue glides along your folds, and you hear him swallowing loudly. “Fuck, yes…” His tongue circles back and your back arches as you feel the texture of his tongue finally slide over your clit. “Ohh, my fucking… yes…” You close your eyes as you feel an unexplainable sensation run through your body, a tightening feeling begins building inside your lower abdomen. You could hear your heart rate picking as it drummed loudly in your ears, you could a fire igniting inside you and your skin quickly felt like it was set ablaze with pleasure. You pull at his hair as you feel him lick your clit once more before taking the bundle of nerves between his lips and sucking on it.

“Ohh, ohh, fuck, yes. Yes, Hyun…” You moan out. You could feel your mind slowly begin to spin at the sensation that was coursing through your veins and taking over all of your senses. The tip of his tongue plays with your clit as he sucks on the nub, and you could feel the tension inside you growing along with your growing wetness. “Hyun… Fuck,” You lower your gaze and saw him looking up at you from between your legs with big needy, lust-filled eyes. “FUCK!”

“Hmm,” He hums against your clit. Which makes your mind spin as the vibrations from his hum travel through you, and right into the knot of tension that was building. “Hmm,” The sensation goes up your spine, and it feels like it exploded inside your mind.

“Fucking… HYUN!” You cry out as you feel him tug on the nub before releasing it. Your breathing was hard and loud, and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to continue standing like this. He pushes his head more between your legs, and you feel his tongue reach your sopping hole.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” He mutters against your pussy, which makes your walls clench and your knees to shake. His tongue presses against your slit, and he licks at your juices that were only increasing from the stimulation his tongue was giving.

“Fu-fuck, Hy-Hyun,” You stutter out. You could feel your muscles slowly tightening as your high was slowly starting to inch closer. “Fuck, Oh, my fuck…” You could feel his nose rubbing against your clit as he licked at your hole, which was adding to the stimulation it were already feeling. “Like that… yes,” You close your eyes as you begin to feel an intense pleasure overtaking you. “Hyun…” Your grip on his hair tightens as you feel your muscles starting to stiffen. “I…” His breathing was loud against your clit, and the feeling of his hot breath right there was making everything spin. You could hear the loud squelching wet sounds as he licks your juices and swallows them.

“Fucking…” You hiss out as you feel his tongue push inside you. Your legs were starting to feel weak underneath you, and you were becoming more unsure if you would be able to keep standing with his tongue now buried inside you, curling and twisting as he tries to get more of your juices. “FUCK!” Your toes curl against the bedroom floor and your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your lids as stars suddenly explode behind them. “HYUNJIN!” A tingling sensation shoots up your legs, which causes the tension inside you to snap. “OH, OHH, UHHMM!”

“Hmm-mhh,” He hums against your pussy as you cum, and he could only swallow and lick at it. Your body shakes as you fight to keep standing on your own two legs as you go through your orgasm, but his humming as he swallows your juices was making it hard.

“FUCKING, HYUNJIN, HYUNJIN!” You cry out in pleasure, you could feel tears of pleasure forming in your eyes and slowly leaking down your cheeks. “UHM, OHH!” Your mind floats through the clouds before it slowly begins to descend back to earth. Your grip on his hair loosens, and you take in a deep breath as you feel his tongue sliding from your slit to your clit before you took a step back to look down at him. Your cum drips from his chin and down his neck and starts to go down his chest. “Fuck…” You could feel your hair sticking to your neck and shoulders.

“You taste so delicious,” He mutters and licks his lips, trying to clean them. You take a few steps back before turning around and grabbing the keys for the handcuffs that were laying on the dresser. He watches as you approach him, your body glowing underneath the lights and from the sweat. You move out of his view, and he feels your hot breath against the back of his neck before he felt your hands at his wrists.

“Fuck me like you mean it,” You mutter, just low enough for him to hear it. You unlock the cuffs and remove them from his hands, he immediately stood and turned around to pull you to your feet, making you drop the cuffs to the floor. His hands grab onto your hips, and he begins backing you up towards the bed, while stepping out from his pants and underwear as he does.

“And what if I want you to ride me?” He asks. His tone was rough and his eyes dark with pleasure, his grip was tight on your hips, and you knew you would find some light bruising on your skin there in the morning. He dips his head down to your neck, and you feel his lips on your neck, peppering soft kisses on your skin. You reach up and push his shirt completely off him and let it hit the floor

“That shouldn’t stop you,” You say and turn him around and push him down onto the bed. You immediately climb onto the bed and on top of him, straddling his waist, and immediately felt his hard cock pushing against your pussy. He watches as you take your place on top of him before you reach between your legs for his cock and wrap your hand around it before guiding it through your folds.

“Fuck, fuck, ohhh, fuck,” He moans. He felt overly sensitive from you touching him earlier and then waiting to be inside you. You push the head of his cock inside you and slowly sink onto him. “Ohh, fucking…. gaaawwdd,” He groans as he feels your walls squeezing around him. “Fuck, fuck… Oh, my fucking…”

“Ohh, oh, yes, hmm…” You moan as you feel his cock stretching your walls and filling your hole. “Hyunjin… Hyun, fuck…” The squelching sound of your wetness fills the room. His hands grip your hips, and you feel him guide you faster onto his cock.

“Y/n… fuck, Yyyy/nnnn,” He whines. The warm-wet feeling was making his mind spin, and he swears he could come undone right then and there. “Fuck, so good… so good,” You look down at him, fighting to keep your lids open as the sensation of him filling you was making you want to close your eyes. He was staring up at you as well, fighting to keep his eyes open to look at you. “Fuck, you look so good on top of me,” Your walls clench around him, and you watch him intake sharply. You pause on top of him once his cock was fully submerged inside of you, you press your hands against his chest to keep yourself upright.

“Fuck…” You breathe out, taking a moment to gather your breathing and adjust to the stretch his cock was giving. “It… you… so good,” You lift your hips and slowly begin riding him, his eyes drop to your chest, and he watches as your tits bounce along with you. You could feel your juices splattering on the inside of your thigh as you ride him, the wet squelching sound fills the room along with the sounds of your moans and his grunts and groans. “Hyun…” His hips buck upwards to meet yours halfway, and you scratch at his chest, leaving red streak marks behind on his golden skin.

“Fuck… fuck,” He grunts out. His upward thrusts were slowly becoming desperate. “So good, you look so good on top of me,” He could see your neck glistening with sweat, and it slowly slides down and over your chest, the way you were breathing and the way your muscles were tightening was making him grow desperate by the second to roll you over and take over. His eyes travel lower until his eyes settle on his cock and your pussy, watching as he disappears into you before reappearing, coated with your juices. “FUCK!” You watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head and, at the same time, his grip tightens on your hips.

“Hyunjin,” You moan out. You suddenly find yourself looking up at him and watching as he places your legs over his shoulders and deeply thrusts into you. Your back arches at the different angle, and you feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “HYUN!” You reach up with one hand and tangle your fingers into his hair, while your other hand grabs onto the bedding and twists the fabric between your fingers and pulls at it. The sound of skin slapping against skin bounces off the walls, his thrusts were rapid and almost desperate.

“Fuck… fucking,” He grunts, and you feel his hand sliding along your arm. You release the bedding and turn your hand around just in time for his hand to reach yours and his fingers to intertwine with yours. “Squeezing me so good…” His voice sounded strained as he spoke. Your walls were pulsing around his cock, slowly starting to milk him for an orgasm. “You… you’re all mine,” You squeeze his hand, and he immediately squeezes it back.

“And you’re all mine,” You say. You could feel your muscles tightening as your orgasm was building inside you. “Mine,” You stare into each other’s eyes as he thrusts into you. “Hyun…”

“Yours,” He whispers. Your back arches and your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids shut, your head turns from side to side as your body shakes with immense pleasure, the tension inside you snaps and your mind is thrown into the clouds while your body floats through the air.

“HYUN!” You cry out as you feel his cock hitting all the right spots from his desperate thrusts. You squeeze his hand tighter, and you pull at his hair as you go through your high. “UH, HYUNJIN!” Your toes curl and your legs shake as tingling sensations travel up and down your spine. Stars fly past your vision and your skin felt like it was burning. “F-FUCK!” His hips stutter as he feels your release pushing past his cock as he thrusts. “RIGHT THERE!”

“Fuck, yes… fuck, keep doing that,” He mutters. He could feel his balls starting to tighten and along with that, his muscles begin tightening also. “Just like that, fu-fuck, keep squeezing me, baby,” Your walls were clenching around him uncontrollably from how sensitive it was. “Fuck… Fuck!” He throws his head back and swallows loudly, his thrusts were uneven and desperate as he needed his release, his mind was spinning, and it felt like he was ages away from getting his release. “YYYY/NNNNN!” His high washes over him, and he desperately tries to keep his pace as hot ropes of cum spill into you, filling you with his load.

You slowly loosen your grip on his hand and hair and feel his hips slowing down until they were rocking into yours as he eases himself through his high along with the help of your walls still slowly pulsing around him. You slide your hand from his hair to the back of his neck and gently hold onto him until he carefully removes one of your legs from his shoulder and lays it down on the bed. He slowly releases your hand, and you lift your other leg and lays it down on the bed before he lowers himself down on you and buries his head in the crook of your neck, breathing hard as his hips come to a halt against yours.

You both lay there for a moment, breathing hard and feeling the afterglow starting to settle in as the air surrounding you begins to cool down and nip at your sweat-coated skin. Your fingers gently rub at the back of his neck as you feel him leaving soft kisses on your neck between catching his breath. He lifts his head after a few more minutes and looks down at you while you look up at him, you stare in silence before he slowly sits up on his knees and his cock slowly pulls out from you as you release his neck.

“Are your wrists okay?” You were the first to break the silence between you both. Your eyes flash down to his wrists for the first time, and you see some red marks on them, he rubs them and nods his head.

“All good,” He says, and climbs off the bed. You sit upright and turn to the side of the bed, and place your feet on the floor. “Let’s get in the shower, and you can tell me if you enjoyed yourself,” You bite your lip as you think back to him looking up at you while he was on his knees and his hands were cuffed behind his back.

“Next time, I want them above your head,” You say as you stand from the bed. You could feel your legs feeling shaky as you stand, he immediately climbs off the bed and moves to your side, also feeling unstable on his legs.

“Above my head, you say,” He says as he guides you into the bathroom. “I’ll have to make some adjustments to our room then,” You smile and enter the bathroom, he leads you to the toilet and carefully helps you sit down on it before he moves towards the shower.

“Well… that’s only if you want to try that,” You say. He turns the water on, and it quickly heats up and begins steaming up the bathroom. “I just had this picture in my mind with you on your knees and your hands tied above your head…” You watch his back muscles tense for a moment before he turns to you.

“Then I should make those adjustments to our room,” He says. You finish on the toilet, and he quickly joins you at your side and guides you into the shower. The water immediately hits your skin, and you let out a hum of contention as you feel your muscles relaxing and the sweat already being washed off your skin. “As for right now,” He reaches for the soap and your wash cloth. “Let’s get clean and go relax into our bed,” You smile and grab his soap and his wash cloth and drizzle some of the soap onto it as he begins lathering up your cloth. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm,” You hum as you put his soap back. “All okay,” You smile at him and begin washing him, he carefully washes over your shoulders before washing over your chest. “I had fun, I enjoyed that… did you?” The water rinses off the soap just as quickly as you had washed over him.

“That was fun,” He says. “Are you now satisfied to know that you have me at your mercy?” You bite the inside of your cheeks and look down as you wash his thighs and cock.

“Well, I will admit, that it is good to know that I do,” You say and begin rinsing the cloth once you had washed almost every part of him. His hand slips between your thighs, and you pause for a moment as you feel him cleaning your thighs.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to use water to clean there,” He says. You nod your head and watch as he pulls the cloth back and begins to rinse it. You ring out his cloth and put it back at its spot. Once he was sure that the cloth was cleaned from soap, he carefully cleans your pussy before rinsing the cloth again. “All right, should I splash some water there also?” You chuckle before closing the taps.

“No, it feels clean,” You say. “Let’s go, I can use some cuddles now,” He opens the shower door and you both step out of the shower, he immediately grabs your towel and wraps it around you before grabbing his own and wrapping it around himself. “Let me,” You reach for his towel and begin drying him, you work carefully over him, taking a few moments to admire the marks you had left behind on his skin.

“Next time, it’s your neck that’s going to get marked up,” He says as he takes your towel and begins drying you. You smile and nod your head before hanging his towel as he was drying your thighs.

“I can’t wait then,” You say. Once you were both dried, you leave the bathroom and begin to get dressed, he quickly stops you when you were reaching for your own shirt and lifts one of his own t-shirts up into view. You could already smell him on the fabric and reach for it.

“Let me help,” He says. You lift your arms, and he carefully pulls the shirt over your arms before pulling it over your head and pulling it into place. “Beautiful… as always,” You could feel your cheeks heat up at his words and watch as he pulls on his underwear. You were about to pick up your own pair of panties before he moves his underwear into his view. “Wear this also,” You take it from him and slip it on and look up at him. “Fuck… you just look so hot in my clothes,” He steps closer to you and cups your cheek and leans closer to you, you quickly close the distance between you both by pressing your lips against his, kissing him gently yet passionately, and he could taste the love through the kiss.

To the world he was cruel and cold, but to you… he was the warmest soul you ever knew, he was everything to you. Your world, your universe, and you knew that you were the same to him.

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lixiebokie · 2 months

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sorry i love you

genre: lee felix x reader, hwang hyunjin x reader college au; dancer!felix x artist!reader x artist!hyunjin, fluff, angst

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chapter 1: dorm parties

“do you think everyone has a soulmate?” felix thought for a moment popping another cherry into his mouth.

“i would like to hope so.” he responded eyes not leaving the view of the open city from the small window of bedroom. he watched as the car zoomed past and people walked past. “i hope i have a soulmate.”felix broke his gaze now looking at y/n. “are you serious? ofcourse you have!”

you were 15 then. everything was so different. felix was so different. 15-year-old him would have never threw a house party like this. so full that the wriggle past people was almost impossible or loud booming rave music that you both would make fun of together.

but everything had changed. of course it had you were no longer teenagers, now young adults who had classes tomorrow morning but in lixs famous words ‘deal with it in the morning.’

“excuse me.. sorry..”

“hey move the fuck out the way!” nessa shouted as y/n watching the crowd of people part and nessa walked through. the scene was what she imagine moses would look like parting the sea. she was always so confident but no matter what she never switched up no matter how much attention she got.

unlike felix.

“abit harsh ness.” the other girl rolled her eyes playfully.

“if you want a job done you have to do it.”

y/n still doesn’t know how she manage to land a best friend like nessa kate.

if life was a movie she’d be the it girl. everyone loved her, never afraid to speak her mind yet still able to keep her opinions respectful until it didn’t need to be.

“so, you’re going to find a cute boy to talk to and i’m going to find minho. we’ll meet back in 40?” she watched her hair flick around as she turned as if she was looking for someone.

“minho? why?” y/n asked. it was obvious nessa had a thing for him but that was something only y/n knew. everytime she seen him on campus she’d send him a sweet smile or a shy ‘hi’ if she was feeling confident. usually followed by y/n trying to dodge felixs eyes trying to catch hers. the rest of the group shit on felix for ditching them for him how would they react if nessa started dating him? especially hyunjin..

“i just want to talk to him..” she shyed away looking off to hide her smile.

“hm or kiss h-“

“okay bye love you. ttyl!”

——

felix looked gorgeous tonight. dyed blonde locks pushed back with a few strands hanging over his eyes. black outfit tightly wrapping his tiny figure, his sleeves pulled up that the veins in his arms were visable.

his freckles were y/n’s favourite thing on lixs face. they weren’t as visable as usual but still could be see up close.

he was just.. stunning.

when felix had found y/n’s eyes he couldn’t help but smile across the room to her. he lifted his arm motioning her to come over to him.

“im so happy you’re here.” he shouted over the music close to her ear. she was tense from how close he was and his hands on her arms holding his balance.

“it’s..full.”

“i know. crazy..” the song changed and so did felixs mood. his mouth widened into a smile and his eyes went big showing the blue contacts he’d put in.

“this is my song!” he shouted loud enough that she could hear clearly over the music.

one thing about felix that never seemed to change was the love he had for dancing. the song was familiar, his first or second dance recital he had perform this song with a few of his team mates.felix took a few steps back letting go of y/n’s arms and began to recall the moves. they weren’t perfect, but how perfect could they in a room crowded with people. but almost accurate.

felixs dream had never to be a dancer, it was something he did for fun. just for fun. he wanted to be a baker. open his own bakery on lonely street, the street opposite the beach so he’d have the view of a life time while doing what he loves.

so when he changed his culinary major to dance everyone was quite shocked. something was off about it. that was until he told the others about how his new friends had offered him a place on their dance team. also known as the schools dance team and one of the most talented in the country.

y/n watched as a circle had formed around felix as he kept dancing. he turned to her showing a smile after seeing the attention he’d gained, not missing one move. finally finishing he stuck a pose as people whistled and cheered for him.

“that was good, blondie.” minho wrapped his arm around the shorter boys shoulder.

“thanks min.” minho pulled back now looking towards y/n would still awkwardly stood with them. he was intimidating, leader of the dance team, there was rumours that even if one mistake was made he have a show made of you.

hopefully felix was able to keep up..

“oh, um this is y/n.” goosebump rised where ever minhos eyes landed on her. he looked back up leaning forward to shake her hand. “she’s my friend.”

friend. yes not best friend this wasn’t high school anymore.

his arm slapped the top of his thigh as he pulled back, straightening his back and looking back to felix.

not even a hello?

“i should go find hannie before he tries to swing off anything.” minho stepped back rocking on his heels, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“good idea, i’ll find you later.” felix nodded and the older awkwardly walked off in a swift manner.

“he’s.. nice.” y/n stuttered out trying to make some sort of small talk but also wanting to get that awkward encounter out her mind.

felix turned from back around his shoulder. “he’s just shy.”

“lee minho, shy?” felix nodded.

“believe it or not he didn’t properly talk to me until i joined danceracha. hannie had to do all the talking.”

and the tension was back.

no matter how close her and felix were nothing could stop the thought that they no longer knew each other. y/n couldn’t even remember the last time a conversation was held for longer than five minutes.

felix wasnt like nessa.

he let the attention get to him.

it wasn’t bad at first, puberty hit and he started getting flirted with, going on dates. it was whatever but then he got cozy with the frat boys and switch his major from culinary to dance. two things he loved but something in the way he followed lee minho around campus seemed to be strange. then felix started partying, doing frat things even when he wasn’t apart of it.

he didn’t care for uni anymore it was more of a live life now thinking about it later mentality one felix never use to have. live fast, love dance. the moto of his dance team really reflected his new way of living. none of it affected y/n as much as the others hated it. well except she was slowly becoming more distance with the boy she was in love it.

“i should go find-“

“actually i wanted to ask you something.”

felix interrupted before she could walk off.

yes? she wanted to ask. anything for you felix.

but instead she turned back around and just looked at him, waiting for him to finish what he wanted.

“the girls dance team, you know the one hyunjins sister is in, wants a new logo. i showed them a few of things you’ve drew and they’d love to meet you.”

y/n sighed. does he really expect her to want to do more drawing on top of her uni work?

“you don’t have to but i thought it would be nice. and i’m friends with some of them. it might be nice to get close with some of them, it must be tiring only having nessa for your girl problems.” is he serious right now?

y/n shrugged. “couldn’t you ask hyunjin?”

“you think hyunjin is going to agree to work with ‘preppy bitches’?” felix air quoted hyunjins words before throwing down his hands looking with a dumbfounded expression.

chan: haven’t seen jinnie for a while is he with you?

y/n glanced at her phone then looked back up at lix.

“ill think about it”

“great!” felix answered before walking off to meet minho and the rest of dance friends.

you: no, i’ll go see if i can find him.

it was a surprise hyunjin didn’t end up like felix. he was just as attractive: tall, long healthy brown shoulder length hair, dumpling face with a piercing gaze and great sense of style. but hyunjin didn’t let just anyone get close to him.

he wasn’t shy for say, just not outspoken.

“hey have you seen hyunjin?” y/n asked walking up to seungmin surrounded by his music friends. he shrugged. “check lixs room?”

“oh y/n!” she could tell the voice out. she was caught up to by a few girls on two or so one being yeji, hyunjins younger sister.

the two other girls she recognised as girls on her team.

“felix told us you’re designing our new logo. that’s so neet!”

“well you know me.” she awkwardly laughed with the girls as they looked at one another. she couldn’t believe felix had already told them she would do it. even after minutes prior telling him she wasn’t sure. if he didn’t want to let anyone down no way should that have anything to do with her.

“come get a drink with us?” yeji linked her arm guiding her to the kitchen.

“i really shouldn’t.. im suppose to find-“

“it’s just one, then we’ll let you go. promise.” in the kitchen there was lots of girls all wearing the same dance jacket.

she started to feel nervous as they got closer and the girls all turned to smile at them. their was also a boy, dark hair and small frame. he stood with them but went quiet when they reached them.

“everyone this is y/n. she’s gonna be designing our logo.” the girls all showed her welcome and even a few gave a hug to show their appreciation. there was no backing out now.

she’d rather stress and overwork herself than have 15 angry dancers on her back at all times especially when one was her friends sister and someone she use to be quite close to.

yeji had spent about 20 minutes talking to her about how her uni life was going so far and how she was enjoying everything and her new friends. every other minute she was receiving texts from chan asking her were she was, how hyunjin was. she found other times herself watching felix in the corner of her eye as he spoke to a group of girls. some old one direction song blasting through the speakers next to do the drinks made it almost impossible to hear anyone.

“it’s been so long since we spoke-“

“listen yej i appreciate this but i really need to get to hyunjin.”

“why is something wrong?” he eyes turned doe like and big at the mention of her brothers name. face suddenly filled with worry.

“no he’s fine, just gonna check on him.”

“ahh true, he’s never been a party person. how are we even related?” she laughed looking into y/n’s cup.

“you’ve had barley any drink. want me to go check up?”

she passed her drink to her. “no ill be fine, it was nice catching up.”

——

“found you!” y/n peeked in finding hyunjin sat on felixs small bed. legs crossed with his sketch pad rested on them.

he gave her a small smile as she walked in quietly closing the door.

“just had to escape your sister and her friends.” y/n joked and sat down next to him.

hyunjin rolled his eyes and scoffed. “what about felix?”

“hm? what about him?” y/n peeked up at his name making hyunjin chuckle.

he closed his sketchbook putting it to the side and resting his weight on his arms.

“you spoke to him?”

y/n hummed looking down at the creased duvet. playing with it between her fingers.

“yeah, i spoke to minho aswell. it was terrifying.” hyunjin laughed.

“you spoke to anyone tonight?”

“vanessa.” hyunjin answered pressing at his tiny phone typing a message to someone. “ and chans up my ass making sure i’m okay.”

felixs room was nothing unusual. white walls and laminate floor, a box for his jewellery which stood on top of his drawers of clothes, on the ground next to it a neat folded pile which needed to be put away. but one thing that stood out was a small cork box placed on his desk leant against the wall.

it was full of random shit, a cinema ticket for fast and furious, some photos jotted around of him a dance shows and with the dance team and some of his parents.

not far in front of it stood a framed photo of felix and minho. they were dressed up in one of their dance uniforms. much like the solider uniform cheryl cole wore in her fight for this love music video.

y/n picked it up taking a closer look. felix seemed so happy around minho liked he’d found the older he always wanted but never had.

“what you got there?” hyunjin asked looking over her shoulder.

y/n turned to him not putting down the photo. “you think we were abit harsh on him?”

hyunjin went to scoff but sighed after seeing her sad expression.

“hey i remember this night!” hyunjin avoided and instead pointed to a photo seemly hidden by the photo frame.

she placed it down pulling the photo off its clip.

it was a photo of her. it was from hyunjins eighteenth a night she didn’t remember much of but was one of the best nights of her life. her arms wrapped around felixs neck and his on her waist. both squished together in a big hug but still smiling at the camera. felixs smile wider from his lack of intoxication and eyes red from the flash.

y/n smiled down fiddling with the ends that had creased over time. she felt like she was in that scene from mean girls.

but felix was cady and he wasn’t madly inlove with her like cady was for aaron.

HJ’s 18th

my bff 4 life

was scribbled on the back in felixs swirly writing.

no wonder it had been hidden, felix must have been so embarrassed it wasn’t a good photo to begin with, eyes presented red from the flash and all fuzzy from nessas shaking hands.

y/n felt angry for some reason. it was hidden. the only photo of the group on his stupid cork board was out of sight.

replaced with lee fucking minho.

she threw the photo down making it fly off his desk behind. she didn’t see it land anyway, now truly out of sight.

“i don’t understand why you still like him.“

y/n turned leaning on the desk. what wasn’t there to love about felix? he was kind, and loving. he always put her first, he was ambitious and a great baker. only, only half of that was true now. was she often wondered was she holding onto someone who was no longer there?

“the same way you like nessa.” she shurgged still leaning on the desk behind her.

“except ness isn’t some attention loving-“

the door opened and felix stumbled in. interrupt hyunjin mid sentence.

“please down tell me you were hooking up in my room!” he pinched his nose teasing them.

y/n smiled awkwardly but hyunjin wasn’t as impressed.

he picked up his sketchbook and walked out before felix could say anything else.

felix sighed walking over to his bed to pull out a storage box.

“so, you and hyunjin?”

“it’s not like that..”

felix grabbed rumidged through the box “then what is it?” he asked glancing to her. he grabbed something out the box and pushed it back under the bed. “i thought hyunjin was into ness?” felix propped up his feet so he could hug his knees.

“what are you doing in here?”

“um.. last time i checked this is my room.” he teased rising to his feet. “so?” she sighed. felix had no right to now be interested in hyunjins personal life after bailing on him after 5 years of friendship to play buddies with the dance team.

and hyunjin wouldn’t be happy finding she was going around telling everyone his business.

“i don’t know lix.” felix hummed raising his eyebrow but shurgging off showing he wasn’t as curious as he made out to be.

“oh that reminds me!” he walked to his bedside tide taking a envelope out the drawer.

he came closer to her until he was in speaking distance holding out the card. “happy early birthday from me and the dance team.” she looked to his hand hesitating to take it but she wasn’t going to leave him like that. “i have a comp on your birthday dinner, and i don’t think your friends would want me there anyway.” your friends not our friends. that had just shown felix had completely block the rest of them out of his new stylish life.

it was true, when making invitations to her birthday dinner seungmin had taken felix off the guest list and nessa had to persuade him to put him back on when reminding him of how special her and felixs friendship was but if the group could have it their way, lix would not be there. looks like today is their lucky day.

felix continued on. “but we should go out one night, me and you? to celebrate. not every day you turn 21.”

she nodded taking the card from his hand. “well i better go get this to yeji.” he held up a cropped dance jacket, red with the girls dance team name on the back in diamonds. “she left it last time she was here. so i’ll see you?” and with that felix was gone.

last time yeji was here? excuse me?

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Missed Call ~ Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin’s heart sunk as Chan spoke him through the phone call that he had had with you. Frustrated was an understatement to describe how he was feeling, annoyed not at you, but at himself, as his eyes flickered across to the door that you had walked through barely an hour ago.

He couldn’t even remember most of what he had said to you, he could only remember the sound of your voice telling him to shut up. Hyunjin chose not to listen, instead he chose to push you further and further away with his words until you felt as if you had no choice left to leave.

It was because of him that you found yourself sat around the four white walls of the hospital suite, waiting to be seen. Your foot was up and rested, already convinced that you had broken a good couple of bones from the noise that came when you fell onto your side.

Calling Hyunjin felt like the only option for you as the doctor told you what the plan was as they tried to get things organised for you. Your several attempts all went unanswered though, with Hyunjin too irritated to think about speaking to you.

If there was one person that you could rely on, it was Chan, he had never let you down before. With no one else to turn to, you called him, with the hurt in your voice clear for him to hear straight away, he knew you were in trouble, listening closely to everything that you had to say.

After throwing a cushion at Hyunjin for ignoring your calls, Chan sat him down and explained your situation to him. The guilt went through him like a bullet, with Hyunjin’s head shaking as Chan briefed him, struggling to believe what he was hearing.

He felt lost as Chan finished speaking, not quite knowing what to do. He was the reason you were in hospital, his inability to bite his tongue was the reason why you found yourself in pain.

Chan stayed beside Hyunjin as he took a moment to compose himself, placing his hand against the small of Hyunjin’s back. After a few moments, he looked up, shrugging his shoulders across to Chan as he searched for help.

“What do you want to do?” Chan asked him calmly.

“I can’t leave her at the hospital by herself,” Hyunjin whispered, “but will she even want to see me after I left her hurt at the hospital all by herself.”

“If she’s in as much pain as it sounded that she was in when she rang me, she’ll want you,” Chan assured him, trying to get Hyunjin off of the sofa, “I’ll drive you down there, and if Y/N tells you to turn around, I’ll bring you straight back home.”

Slowly, Hyunjin’s head nodded as Chan managed to get him moving. He wasn’t convinced that you’d want to see him, understandably so too, but it was at least worth a try for him.

“All you’ve got to do is tell Y/N that you’re sorry, which you are, aren’t you?” Chan told him.

“Of course,” Hyunjin huffed, “I should never have said what I said.”

Chan wasn’t prepared to listen to Hyunjin beat himself, knowing that you were the priority. Without saying another word, Chan got Hyunjin in the car and drove him down to the hospital, helping him get around until a nurse could point Hyunjin across to your direction.

Chan stayed with him as Hyunjin moved through the wards of the hospital, standing back only when Hyunjin reached the door that the nurse said belonged to you. As he peered through the window, Hyunjin recognised your shoes that were placed just beside your bed.

With a nod of his head, Hyunjin let Chan know that you had been found, with Chan offering him a reassuring smile before stepping away, finding it best to leave you and Hyunjin to it.

As the door to your room opened, a sigh came from you as you watched Hyunjin walk in, not quite sure how to react to him as the tiniest of smiles found its way onto his face.

“I��m so sorry,” was all he could say as he invited himself to take a seat down beside your bed, “if I had known that this was what had happened, I would have picked up the call.”

“I was stuck for ages on the street, I had to ring myself an ambulance because you didn’t pick up.”

“I know,” Hyunjin frowned, looking down to your foot that was held up by a cushion at the end of your bed, “I wasn’t thinking, I’ve not thought for a second all day long.”

It had been a long day for you both of back and forth, you ending up in hospital seemed like the worst possible way to end what had already been a pretty disastrous day for the two of you.

“Are you alright?” He asked, nodding his head down to where your foot was, being able to see the swelling without even having to move from by your head.

“They said to wait for x-ray to clear to know how bad the damage really is on it.”

“This is all my fault,” Hyunjin whispered, slowly extending his hand out to rest it over yours, “I shouldn’t have been so careless.”

Your head shook in reply, “you weren’t to know that I was going to fall, no one can predict ending up in hospital, can they?”

Worried eyes looked across at you, intertwining his hand in with yours a little more securely. “But I could have stopped you going out if I wasn’t so rude to you. I don’t know what came over me earlier, but it was definitely uncalled for.”

“I said some things to you that I shouldn’t have said too, I think it’s fair to say that we’re both at fault a bit Hyunjin.”

“You didn’t say anything anywhere near as bad as I did,” he assured you, blinking several times. “I’m sorry, for everything Y/N. For what I said, for letting you leave the dorm, ignoring your calls, there’s so much that I did wrong.”

“You’re here now,” you tried your best to encourage, “and right now that’s all that matters, you know how much I hate hospitals and being alone in them too.”

“I don’t deserve you being so nice.”

As annoyed as you still were at Hyunjin, having him there was all that you wanted. The fear of the unknown was creeping in with your injury, and all you wanted was someone there to support you and assure you not to worry.

“You should probably be thankful that I’m in hospital, it’s the only reason why I’m not still wanting to beat you up right now,” you chuckled back to Hyunjin.

“You must have been so scared,” he whispered, squeezing against your hand again, “I can’t believe that I didn’t answer your call, I always answer your calls and the one time that I don’t you end up in a place like this. It’s going to take me a while to forgive myself for this Y/N.”

“Rather than beat yourself up, I’d rather have you here for me,” you told him, “the chances of surgery seem pretty high right now, which means that I’m going to need someone to look after me back at home.”

“Whatever you need, I’ll be right there for you.”

“As long as you promise not to make yourself feel bad for doing it, things like this can never be helped Hyunjin.”

He slowly nodded his head in reply to you, “I don’t think I’ll ever truly stop blaming myself for this.”

“Try, for me.”

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ihave-atummyache · 1 month

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skz jealous texts <3

18++ nothing exactly explicit but there is implications!!!

ot8

Bang Chan:

Lee Know:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

Han:

Felix:

Seungmin:

I.N:

FREE BONUS IS THE PICTURE I USED FOR IN’S PROFILE PICTURE BC OMGOMGOMH HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THUS?!?!!?

like he’s so pretty i wanna ran my head into a wall lol

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miniversse · 1 month

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⭑ “flaws and all” ⭑

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: sex, oral (f receiving, m receiving), releasing, weed, body insecurity, scars, established relationship, non idol chan, non idol reader, pet names (baby, channie), build up

⭑ note: if you want to jump to the nsfw content, i have placed a dash indicating the beginning of it, but the build up is worth it! (this piece is low key chan worship hshshs)

⭑ minors dni

⭑——————————————————⭑

it was 02:34 am. you and chan lay in his bed, the dim purple light of his room illuminating his peaceful face. the room smelt of your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, two scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his raspy voice makes an appearance over the faint music playing…

“what do you love me for, y/n?”

his question pierced the silence between you, and you answer him with as much honesty as your physical state can offer.

“a lot chan, a lot. maybe your voice, your face, your personality, your dedication, your patience, your love. a lot”

he turns to face you, eyes red and heavier than ever, but oh prettier than ever. the corner of his lips slightly curve upwards for a slight second and he fidgets with his earring. you didn’t lie when you said those things to him. no matter what chan did, he was perfect to you.

“so… you’re telling me you don’t care about the scar on my back? my unhealthy addiction to weed? my anger issues you have to deal with? my unbelievably long work hours? my body changes?” he takes another smoke of his rolled joint, ironically, before continuing. “i mean, i don’t know. there’s a lot of shit you don’t have to deal with, ‘yknow?”

“i know chan, but people aren’t close-minded like that. of course i see more good in you than bad”

“but that’s the thing y/n, i don’t want you to see bad in me”

“baby” you stop to place a hand on his hair, raising his bangs up only for them to fall back down.

“i love you, flaws and all”

it’s almost like a spell was casted as he grabs you and places you above his body, connecting his lips with yours. they felt warm and plush as always. his kisses were hungry and full, taking you all in with every time you connected. his tounge dances with yours, the sounds of your make out session bounce across his walls. he kissed you until he couldn’t breathe anymore. disconnecting

from you with a string of saliva.

the way his eyes looked into yours spoke enough for you to understand how much he appreciated you. he grabs your neck from behind, lowering your head down to make your ear parallel to his lips.

“if you love me flaws and all, show me. yeah?” he whispers to make sure only you could hear him. he plants a kiss on your ear before letting you go, letting you be free, letting you do everything you desire to do, because you fucking loved him.

within a few swift moves, you both remained in your undergarments, making out again while you touch around his member, feeling it harden and rise.

“let me get on my knees”

he lets out a breathy chuckle as you get down to the cold floor on your knees, waiting for him to adjust by the edge of the bed. the music had stopped by now, but the drunk party goers outside filled the silence, and soon will your moans

your fingers wrap around the hem of his boxers, sliding down the fabric that was in a losing game with his cock. you couldn’t wait and so couldn’t he, so you begin to lick the precum forming from his swollen cock. his head darts back quickly, using you hair as a handle. your tongue glides down and up, until he’s fully coated with your saliva. your mouth then takes his cock in, struggling to fit it all. but chan begins to thrust his hips, forcing it down your throat. he whines and moans endlessly.

“mmh, baby. fuh-king shit.”

you pick up the pace, knowing that pulsating was signaling his release. your tongue glides over his member while your mouth reaches to the end of its length, gagging through the process. and at last, your mouth felt warm and heavy with his release. you swallowed it whole, licking any excess off of him.

“shit, shit, shit, fuuckk.” his jaw was fixated on being open as his head fell back, the veins on his neck making an appearance.

“baby you’re, mh, so good”

“i can be better”

you push him back up to the mattress, laying on top of him and letting him strip you bare. his fingers left hot trails where ever he touched you. and both your cores were empty and desperate. your hand makes way to his back, tracing his scar several times until chans eyes grew heavier, and hungrier.

“leave it baby, focus on me”

“it’s apart of you, channie. no one else can have such beautiful marks”

he licks his lips and smiles, his cheeks turn a soft pink, and you know you’ve brought him back to the chan you know.

he guides your waist closer to his member, raising your body above his cock and looking into your eyes for any hesitation, but they only showed love and desperation to have him inside you. he pushes your body down and you synchronize in grunts and moans. he stretches you out while passionately placing kisses on your chest. his hunger doesn’t hold back as he helps you ride his lower torso.

“y-you’re flaws make me love you even more. in my eyes, th-they are perfect imperfections-s”

he didn’t stop to react or to say anything, rather he took more control of you, making you slam into him faster, harder and more lovingly. you moaned into his ears and he did the same. chan would whimper from time to time, and it made you reach your climax even faster.

“come with m-me baby, ok?” he groans into your ear

“mmh, but i’m a-almost there”

“y-yeah, a-almost there”

his hands give in, and he leaves the rest to you. you’re legs begin to shake and your bodies prepare to release. you slam into him one last time, and your arousals commence together, your releases dripping out of your pussy. he lifts your body off and lays you down on the mattress, his head moving down to your swollen, pulsating pussy.

“let me taste us”

his tongue follows a straight, strict path from your vagina to your clit, taking pauses to swallow whatever gathers in his mouth. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he sucks and licks cluelessly. with no shame whatsoever, you come again and straight into chans mouth. his laugh vibrates in your pussy as you moan sweet nothings to him.

it’s back to how it was, except it was 03:11am, you and chan lay in his bed, naked. the dim red light of his room illuminating his flushed face. the room smelt of sex, your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, three scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his quite snores keep you up all night, but so does your tireless finger tracing every curve of his body.

“you’re art, chan”

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yangjeongin · 4 months

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HYUNJIN | 231215 @ MUSIC BANK GLOBAL FESTIVAL

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #stray kids #bystay #createskz #malegroupsnet #a9gifs #dancerachasource #flashing tw #*gif #*ccarly #*hyunjin #*carly:hyunjin #ok i fought the file. i made it through.#i think this set would be objectively better if i replaced the second gif w one that matched the rest more but i'm too obsessed w it .#so that's too bad #i also prob could've made it better if i had patience to fight the file more and try some other shots but i don't so this is what we get #*hits

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biniminisblog · 4 months

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under the mistletoe | hwang hyunjin one shot

pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

synopsis: the three times hyunjin wanted to confess, and the one time you did.

genre: friends to lovers, slight angst, fluff

word count: 3.2k

a/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS ‼️🎄🎄 as promised i managed to finish this just in time yay!! hope you guys like it and consider reblogging/sharing your thoughts. have a great day everyone!

one.

this is it. hyunjin was going to confess. after days of rehearsing with jeongin— who played you surprisingly well, it was almost weird— he was finally going to tell you how he feels.

despite the practice, hyunjin could feel his palms starting to sweat, he was becoming fidgety all of a sudden. it was the third of december, just a few weeks before christmas, and he had asked you to meet up at his place so you both could continue your tradition of watching cheesy romance movies. he had everything set up, from blankets and pillows to your favourite food and drinks. it was all perfect and romantic, so he can’t back out now!

regardless of his anxiety-inducing thoughts, he waits for you, and as his watch reaches seven pm, he hears his doorbell ring. what greets him was a bright grin plastered on your face. you were wearing your favourite sweater— which was technically his but you stole it from him— with your hair tied into a half ponytail. he didn’t think you could get even more beautiful. however, time and time again you seem to prove him wrong.

hyunjin didn’t realise he was staring intently until you were waving a hand at his face to somehow snap him from his thoughts. he blinks twice before clearing his throat, reluctantly looking away from you and towards the food instead.

“you okay there, hyun?” that damn nickname will be the death of him, seriously. he only nodded his head, giving you a smile which seems to reassure you enough. once the both of you are seated on the couch, you immediately grab one of the cookies on top of the coffee table, taking a bite of it and humming in satisfaction.

“this is so good, hyun! did you make it?” you turn to look at him, your voice muffled by the food in your mouth and he finds you adorable with your cheeks puffed out.

“yeah, felix helped me— oh, and i made sure it wasn’t too sweet since i know you can’t handle too much.”

“you remembered?” your eyes seem to sparkle at his thoughtful action, and if all it takes for you to look at him like that was a simple gesture, then he’ll basically do anything for you. god, he’s so whipped he can't even deny it anymore.

“of course i remember, you’re my friend.” or maybe something more. hopefully, if he doesn’t chicken out.

“that’s so sweet of you! you’re like— the perfect man. i could literally kiss you right now.” you gush, but then widen your eyes when you realise what you just said. you glance at hyunjin, only to see his face turn pink, suddenly becoming shy at your claim. although he was happy you thought of him like that, he senses that you were slightly uncomfortable, so he decides to change the tone.

“just for that? you should raise your standards yn, or else you’ll end up with a sleazy man.” hyunjin teases, earning a cute pout from you. he feels relief wash over him when he sees you no longer felt uneasy, as well as a flutter in his heart at your expression.

“oh hush. don’t insult my standards, you’re basically insulting minho.”

oh. hyunjin’s smile drops. he tries to regain his composure, scratching his neck to distract himself, and grabbing one of the sandwiches he made for you. still, it was hard to grasp the information he just discovered, which was basically a slap to his face.

“so you like… minho hyung?” you shrug, not being able to look him in the eye as you finish your cookie. you can’t even look at him directly, do you like him that much?

“i mean he’s definitely a great guy, so i guess i do like him a little.” you admit, tracing circles on the pillow beside you, and hyunjin can feel his heart clench in pain.

the atmosphere changed after your confession. you and hyunjin still exchanged conversation normally, but it was like there was a wall between you now, contrasting to the fact that you were only inches apart from each other. oh well, so much for confessing.

two.

“why is he staring at me like that?” minho raises an eyebrow, eyeing hyunjin who has been glaring daggers at him for the past two minutes.

jeongin shrugs and shakes his head at his hyung’s childishness. “hyunjin hyung’s just being an idiot again.”

he doesn’t argue with that because he was being an idiot, getting jealous over something as mundane as your ideal type. it’s not like you guys are dating or anything, so it shouldn’t be a problem. that still doesn’t stop the green monster from coming out as he watches minho look effortlessly attractive under the horrid lighting of their shared apartment.

“well can’t he be an idiot somewhere else? i’m trying to decorate here.” hyunjin finally stops glaring at him, and instead opts to go back to his sketchpad, looking over at all the portraits he sketched of you.

sighing internally, he wonders if he’ll ever be able to confess to you, even if he was given the chance. hyunjin sulks in his seat, prompting jeongin to sigh in frustration. he decides to be a good friend today and nudges his shoulder, causing hyunjin to look up, revealing his pout and furrowed eyebrows.

“what do you want.” he deadpans. jeongin closes hyunjin’s sketchpad and gives him a look of annoyance. “listen, if you really liked yn then minho hyung being her ideal type shouldn’t stop you from telling her.”

minho takes a glance at hyunjin and points a finger to his chest. “i’m her ideal type? no wonder why you’re sulking.” he snorts out before going back to placing lights on their christmas tree.

although minho doesn’t comment much on it, hyunjin knows that information is going to spread in the groupchat later on, and he grimaces as he imagines all the teasing from them.

jeongin seems to realise this as well because he’s quick to cheer him up. “don’t listen to him, hyung! i mean just because minho hyung is her ideal type doesn’t mean you aren’t, right?”

now that he thinks about it, jeongin might be right. suddenly, a smile starts to grow on hyunjin’s face.

“then there’s still a chance she might like me back?”

“definitely! don’t lose hope hyung.” ever the supportive younger brother, jeongin gives hyunjin a pat on the shoulder while minho only scrunches his nose in response.

“you should ask her out to the party chan’s going to hold on the 25th.” he suggests and hyunjin lights up at that idea. feeling a rush of adrenaline, he abruptly stands up, causing jeongin to let out a squeak and minho to flinch in shock.

“i need to find yn.”

“wha— you’re going to ask her out now!? hyunjin, wait—!” and he’s gone. jeongin hears the door click shut and he goes over to minho, not even bothering to catch up with the lovesick boy anymore.

“didn’t he mention that yn’s on a family trip right now so she can’t contact him?” jeongin nods in confirmation as he helps place christmas balls on the tree, which causes minho to facepalm at their friend’s stupidity.

“i guess love really makes you dumber.”

three.

so the second time didn’t work out, but that was totally hyunjin’s fault. he forgot you would be away for a few days, being too excited to finally confess the feelings he’d been harbouring for you for a long time now.

however, it’s already the 20th of december, and you’re finally back. he’s sure not not to mess this up. he decided not to plan anything, opting to just say it.

as he arrived at your place, there was no denying the rush of nerves flowing within him. he had thought about just bolting out of there, and he almost did, but he knew that if it wasn’t now, then it was never.

hyunjin lets out a huff and rings your doorbell, trying to relax by focusing on the peephole of your door. this proves to be ineffective because the moment the door opened, he immediately made eye cantact with your beaming face.

“hyun! i didn’t know you were coming, is there something you need?” you step aside to let him in and he cautiously walks past you to sit on your sofa. trying to calm down his heart, he sees you moving over to sit next to him.

should he just say it now?

“nothing, really. i just wanted to see you.” he settles on saying that instead. you’re probably surprised to see him since he should be busy during this time of the year, so he’s playing it safe for now. however, once he takes a peek to see your reaction, it gives him a boost of confidence when he notices the pretty shade of pink adorning your cheeks.

“i was only gone for a few days.” you mumble out, but you don’t hide the smile that forms on your lips.

“few says too many.” hyunjin jokes. he’s feeling a little more bold now, so he slowly scoots a little closer to you until it feels as if you are almost only a hair away.

you don’t seem to mind the proximity, in fact, it’s like you moved even closer. or maybe hyunjin was being delusional, either way it still makes him giddy.

“well since you’re here i have something to tell you.”

“really? what is it?” this is probably the perfect time to mention that he has something to say too. “oh actually i just remembered i have to tell you something too.”

“then do you want to go first?” you tilt your head cutely while waiting for his answer and hyunjin only shakes his head no, gesturing for you to go ahead.

“do you remember how i said minho was my ideal type?” hyunjin nods slowly, not liking the way this was going.

“well i actually asked him out just yesterday.” you gauge his expression, watching as hyunjin starts to process your words. his eyes widen, mouth hanging agape, and you can’t tell if it’s from shock or disappointment.

“th-that’s—uhm,” hyunjin can’t even finish what he was trying to say, and he can feel his heart literally being ripped from his chest. is this god’s way of telling him that you would never be his?

“so yeah…” you can feel the awkward tension rise so you decide to shift the conversation. “what was it that you wanted to tell me?”

hyunjin suddenly remembers why he’s here, and he looks up to find you gazing at him expectantly with a warm smile on your face. if it was before all this, he would have melted at the sight, but now all he feels is the tight clench around his chest. it’s almost suffocating, he can’t even find it in himself to speak. the only thing he can do is leave, and so he does.

“hyunjin— wait, where are you going?”

“i’m sorry i have to go.” he manages to utter that out before he’s outside, closing the door shut and not looking back, afraid he might breakdown if he even glances at your face.

that’s it. he’ll never try to confess again.

four.

“hyung come on~” jeongin whines as he tries to drag hyunjin out of his bed by pulling his forearm.

“no! i don’t want to see the love of my life and the person who betrayed me being all lovey dovey.” he wiggles out of jeongin’s grasp and proceeds to pull his duvet cover over his head.

“ugh you’re so dramatic— you’ve been cooped up in your room for five days now! are you really going to let some girl ruin christmas for you?”

this gets hyunjin to push the covers off of him and sit up straight, shooting daggers at the younger boy.

“yn is not just some girl, she’s my best friend who i’ve been secretly in love with for the better part of my life. she’s someone i cherish and care for the most, and i’m not going to let you reduce her as just some girl.” hyunjin lets out a huff, making the long strands of blond hair covering his face move.

jeongin raises his hands up in surrender. a silent air filled the room before it was broken by minho’s slow, sarcastic clap.

“why don’t you say that again but to yn this time?” minho steps aside to let you enter the room and hyunjin lets out an audible gasp. he suddenly feels self conscious as you move closer to his bed.

“wh-what are you guys doing here? shouldn’t you be at chan’s party?” he focuses his attention on minho only to avoid facing you, his heart beating a mile a minute.

“we would’ve been if you weren’t a sulking idiot.” minho walks over to grab jeongin and heads towards the door.

“i made yn come over since i know you’d basically rot in your room until new year. now make out!” he shuts the door behind but not before you hear jeongin follow up with a ‘you mean make up?’, leaving only you and hyunjin inside.

minho’s obvious teasing left both of you feeling flustered, but decided not to comment on it.

“hyunjin.” you start, and for the first time since you arrived, he meets your eyes, which almost seemed red. were you crying? did he make you cry? or was it minho? either way he has to know why.

“were you crying? did someone make you cry? tell me who so i can beat them—”

a loud ‘umph’ escapes hyunjin’s mouth as you unexpectedly lunge towards him with a hug. he was so surprised he couldn’t even process what was happening in the moment. he felt himself go limp in your grasp, inhaling your perfume which had always intoxicated him.

is this what heaven feels like? hyunjin’s pretty sure it is.

when you pulled away—in that moment hyunjin suddenly felt a cold shiver run down his spine— he came face to face with your glossy eyes.

“you supid idiot, you’re the one who made me cry— and i’m in love with you too!” you confess.

and just like that, hyunjin’s whole world was turned upside down.

“wha—but i thought you and minho…?” you shake your head in response.

“i thought you didn’t like me back, but minho told me you did. i didn’t believe him though so he told me to tell you i asked him out to see your reaction. i didn’t think you’d walk out on me so i thought you hated me…” you mumble out the last words, looking down at your hands as you fiddle with them. now that you’ve reflected back on your actions, it was totally a stupid idea and you should’ve just told him how you felt then.

hyunjin was shocked at this revelation. so this was all minho’s idea!? he’s honestly not sure if he should thank him or cuss him out, although he feels it's safe to do the former if he doesn’t want tissues in his mouth again.

“i could never hate you, yn. not even if you told me you murdered someone.” this manages to make you giggle, to which it makes hyunjin feel the butterflies roaming around his stomach, just like before.

“i actually tried confessing, three times to be more specific.” he admits, causing you to shift your attention to him as a dramatic gasp leaves your lips.

“so we’re both idiots.” although it was meant to be an insult, hyunjin finds it endearing to see you look so distraught about it.

he reaches out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear amd swiftly kiss you on the cheek. you were stunned for a second, almost in a trance, but luckily you snap out of it and retaliate with a kiss of your own. you both end up giggling, feeling drunk on each other’s kisses as you take turns planting soft pecks on the other’s face.

hyunjin can’t believe he’s deprived humself of this pure bliss for years now, he’s definitely never letting you go—

“hey, are you guys going to come out there or what? we’re still going to chan’s party, you know.”

like glass shattering, minho breaks the moment hyunjin has been waiting for his whole life as he hears his older friend’s annoying voice from outside the room. you to pull away from each other, albeit reluctantly.

you still have lovesick grins plastered on, maintaining eye contact as you stand up from the bed and interlock your fingers with hyunjin.

“i don’t think i’ve ever been this happy since that one time we spontaneously went on a trip to japan.” you say while playing with hyunjin’s fingers.

“i don’t think i’ve ever been this happy ever.”

“oh stop, you’re lying.” you whine but end up covering your face with hyunjin’s shirt and he takes this opportunity to slide his arms around you, slowly swaying back and forth.

“believe what you want to believe, love.” the nickname slips out naturally and you look up, a pink tint adorning your cheeks. you stand on your tippy toes to plant another kiss on hyunjin’s nose this time.

“let’s go? i feel like minho’s going to slam the door open and kick us out himself any moment now.” you agree with his statement and go back to locking fingers before heading out towards hyunjin’s bedroom door.

however as you open it, you don’t expect to see evergreen leaves hanging atop both of your heads.

jeongin dangles the plant mischievously. “you guys going to kiss or what?”

you face hyunjin, only to find that he has already been looking at you this whole time, plump pink lips puckered playfully with his eyes closed. you laugh, caressing his cheek before leaning in to leave a soft, long kiss on his lips.

“ok i think that’s enough.” minho manages to pull you away from each other, making hyunjin narrow his eyes at him.

“no i don’t think so, i’ve waited too long for this!” hyunjin whines, proceeding to latch himself to your side. you only shake your head, smile tugging your lips at your boyfriend’s silliness. god, you could get used to this.

“and you have all the time in the world now that you’re together, now let’s go!”

“jeongin’s got a point. so how about you let me have yn tonight? i am her type after all, isn’t that right, yn?”

minho’s loud cackle resonates the room when hyunjin hurriedly tries to cover your eyes to prevent you from looking at minho.

jeongin, who’s had enough if his older hyung’s shenanigans, leaves the apartment.

it took about thirty minutes before you actually head to the party, but not without another shared secret kiss between hyunjin and you, his girlfriend, this time without a mistletoe.

“merry christmas, hyunjin.” you whisper between your kisses.

“merry christmas, yn.” despite the cold weather, everything felt so warm. you were warm, and he never wants to let you go.

“i love you.”

after three failed attempts, he can now say for sure that the confession was a success.

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myseungsunglove · 7 months

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Hyujin Smut Imminent

My very FIRST Hyunjin fic, An S-Class Connection, will be posting today, Saturday @ 7:00 pm Central Time. It's already scheduled, edited, and ready to go.

Prepare yourselves. Hopefully this first dive into Hyunjin doesn't disappoint!

Update: Read An S-Class Connection if you’re interested.

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #Hyunjin #Hyunjin x reader #Hyunjin one shot #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin #mia writes #mia's plans

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katnisspeetaprim · 4 months

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Wardrobe Malfunction

Stray Kids!9thmember au, Chan/Reader, Jeon Jungkook/Sister!Reader

Summary: The stylists for the new comeback decide it's time for you to start showing off your figure more on stage. Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, idol!au

Word Count: 1712 M.list

‘Do I really have to wear this unnie? Why can’t I dress like the boys?’ You glanced at yourself in the mirror, distaste on your face.

‘Of course not honey! You’re a woman now, time to show off your figure!’ You scrunched up your eyebrows and closed your mouth, looking back to the mirror.

One stylist was arranging the clothes on your body and the other working on your hair.

The outfit you’d been forced into was for a show promoting the new LALALA comeback. The hair, you had no problem with. Blonde with pink streaks littered throughout in it’s usual long length, styled in a sort of half up half down look with pigtails.

The clothes themselves was where the issues lay.

The stylists had picked out the shortest skirt you were sure they could find, with an off the shoulder long sleeved crop top. The shoes weren’t all that bad, chunky heeled boots. You silently cheered when you saw you’d at least have something comfortable to dance in.

You tugged down the back of the skirt, extremely conscious about how much was actually on show. Obviously you were wearing safety shorts, but those too were incredibly short, leaving little left to the imagination with only a slither of fabric sticking out beneath the skirt.

Your eyes were then drawn to your shirt. Since it was off the shoulder, you had to wear a strapless bra that definitely didn’t fit you correctly. You’d had to pull it up at least three times in the past ten minutes, and you were standing still!

‘Unnie please! I can’t dance in this!’ You pleaded one last time, spinning round to face the head stylist, trying to gain any amount of sympathy.

The older woman just waved you off with a roll of her eyes.

‘Oh please, you’ll be fine. Plus maybe it’ll help attract more male fans.’ She said nonchalantly as she walked from the room, leaving you gobsmacked after what she said.

Once you were ready for the show, you were guided to the boys dressing room.

As soon as they saw you, their conversations dried up and just stared at you.

‘Don’t even bother saying anything. I know I look ridiculous.’ You threw yourself down next to Hyunjin and crossed your arms under your chest, unintentionally pushing up your bra and giving Hyunjin a much better look than he’s sure you intended.

‘What?’ You shot him a confused look when he turned away, blush coating his cheeks.

‘Umm... That’s a short outfit, noona.’ Jeongin spoke up, trying to save Hyunjin from the embarrassment.

It was then that you looked down at yourself and blushed harshly when you realised what you’d done. You quickly sat up straight and fixed your shirt, avoiding eye contact.

You trusted your band mates whole heartedly, but at the end of the day they were still men with eyes. At least you knew the stylists plan was working...

Felix cleared his throat across from you, cutting through the awkwardness.

‘Why have they dressed you like that noona?’ You shook your head with a sigh as you answered.

‘Stylists said ‘I’m a woman now’ and ‘This would help to gain male fans.’ You rolled your eyes as you mimicked the older woman.

‘What the heck!? They said that to you?’ Chan shot up and came to stand next to your seat.

You nodded in confirmation. He stared at you for a moment, before scoffing and placing his hands on his hips.

‘If you aren’t comfortable, surly they can’t make you wear it?’ Jisung spoke, not entirely believing his own words. Most of the time, they had no say in what they wore.

‘I’m gonna talk to them.’ Chan was already halfway to the door when you shot up to stop him.

‘Chan I already tried, plus we have to be on stage soon. I can deal with it for one show.’ He looked down at your hand on his arm, contemplating your words before sighing.

‘As long as you’re sure, but I’m speaking to them right after the show.’ You sighed in relief. The last thing you wanted to do was cause issues for the boys, just because you didn’t want to wear an outfit.

The first part of the performance went fin, no hiccups.

It was during the second half that you felt your bra beginning to slip out of place. You quickly grabbed the material and held it in place. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest, as you nearly exposed yourself on TV.

There was no way you’d be able to fix your clothing, but running off stage wasn’t an option either.

You just put on a brave face, trying to hold back tears and wrapped your arms round your torso, still dancing as best you could.

All the boys had noticed your predicament, but all they could do was shoot you sympathetic looks.

Luckily, Changbin was wearing a jacket as part of his outfit and smoothly made his way over to you, dropping his coat over your shoulders.

You quickly gave him a thankful look, before turning round and zipping the coat up.

Thankfully Changbin did what he did in that moment. As you stood in your ending pose, you could feel your shirt and bra had completely slipped, leaving you bare beneath the jacket.

This was the most humiliating moment of your career.

You wasted no time bolting off stage, ignoring he calls coming from your members.

Bursting into the dressing room, the stylists all adverted their gaze, too ashamed to own their screw up. Gathering up your comfortable clothes, you locked yourself in the bathroom to change.

‘How could you let that happen?’ Chan yelled raging, ad he also burst into the dressing room.

All the stylists looked up at him like deer in headlights. ‘You’re supposed to keep us safe and comfortable on stage!’ Chan continued on. By now the woman had all bowed their heads, knowing they couldn’t get away from this.

As Chan was scolding the staff, Felix knocked on the bathroom door.

‘Y/N? You in there?’ he got no reply so pressed his ear to the door. He could hear faint sniffles on the other side.

Felix pulled back, distressed at what he heard and knocked again, this time more rapidly.

‘Y/N? Can I come in?’ Felix almost fell into the bathroom when you suddenly pulled open the door, now changed out of the offending outfit.

‘Can we please leave now?’ You whispered meekly.

‘Yeah of course!’ Felix answered without hesitation. He guided your from the bathroom, quickly telling Minho that he was taking you home.

Chan was still too angry to be interrupted right now.

You were quiet in the car ride home. Felix could tell you didn’t want to talk, so he just sat there in silence, knowing his presence was enough to comfort you.

Suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket.

‘Apparently the stylists responsible are being bought into a meeting tomorrow.’ Felix summarised the group chat, causing you to look away from the window for the first time.

‘Chan is still livid though.’ He snorted with a shake of his head. It was only then that you noticed Felix was still wearing his stage outfit.

‘Oh jeez. I didn’t even let you get changed...’ Your brows furrowed. All you had wanted to do was get out of there. You hadn’t even given a thought to your band mates.

Felix leaned forwards and placed a comforting hand on your knee with a smile.

‘Seriously noona, don’t sweat it! I just care about getting you home right now.’ You leaned back in your seat and nodded. He must be uncomfortable being in those clothes for so long...

‘You should shower when we get back. Get al that makeup and hairspray out.’ He pulled back and gave you another comforting smile.

A hot shower did sound good right now.

The hot shower really had done wonders in helping you relax and unwind.

You were now sat on your bed in cosy pyjamas as you braided your wet hair.

‘Hey’ Chan knocked on your open door, before inviting himself inside. You smiled warmly and scooted forwards, allowing him to position himself behind you.

Chan reached up and rested his hands on your shoulders, rubbing soothingly. Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned out softly in relief.

'how you feeling?’

‘Better, still embarrassed.’ You breathed out.

‘Don’t be. The stylists should have listened to you.’ His hands ran down your arms and over your stomach, pulling you into a hug from behind. You leaned back and allowed him to take your weight.

‘They’re in trouble by the way. JYP wasn’t happy. He found out right away.’ He chuckled next to your ear.

You were conflicted upon hearing this. On one hand, you were glad they were getting pulled up on their actions but on the other hand, you didn’t want anyone to loose their job because of you.

‘I know what you’re thinking and stop it. They bought it on themselves.’ Chan hugged you tighter and placed a feather light kiss on your neck. You sighed contently and the contact.

‘People are on your side by the way’ You turned your head to look at him in confusion. He smiled down at you. ‘Online. Nobody had anything bad to say. All think you handled it really well.’

You pulled out of his arms and sat up right with a relieved laugh.

‘I’ve been too scared to look. Thanks for putting my mind at ease.’

‘Anytime!’ Chan beamed at you and pushed your braid over your shoulder. He suddenly got up and reached his hand out for you to take.

‘We picked up takeout on the way back. I’m sure you’re starving.’

‘Hell yes I am!’ You eagerly took his hand and followed him from the room.

3 messages from Big Bro Jungkook

Hey sis! Tried to call you but couldn’t get through. I know the guys are probably looking after you, but I just wanted to make sure you’re ok?

I’ve had wardrobe malfunctions myself, but it’s obviously worse for you lol

Anyway, I’m here if you wanna talk!

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #reaction #bang chan #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #seo changbin #lee felix #lee know #minho #i.n #jeongin #seungmin #idol!au #9th!member au

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yootaesowlwrites · 9 months

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A Book - Hwang Hyunjin

Note: Happy Birthday @taichoushadow

Warnings: Smut, fluff, explicit language, descriptive scenes, nudism, nipple play, marking, fingering, pantie finger fucking, handjob, slight teasing, unprotected sex(reader is on the pill), bruising, mention of bruising, aftercare.

W/C: 3.7K

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

Hyunjin was given a few days off and you two mostly spent it together, sometimes doing different things, but you were always in each other’s precedes, today he had decided to watch a drama, and you had decided to pick up the book you had been reading for a few days and make your way over to him. He smiles up at you as you move to settle on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning against his torso as you move then book behind his head.

“I’ll be quiet,” You whisper and softly kiss his cheek before resting your chin on his shoulder. One of his hands wraps around you and rests on the small of your back. He absolutely loved it when you were this close to him, the last few days had been like heaven to him, getting some time to rest and spending time with you. You shift a little on his lap to find a more comfortable position, and he gently kisses your shoulder before turning his focus back to the drama he was watching.

Your eyes begin to slowly move over the words as the scene you were reading becomes steamy, you had completely become lost in the words you were reading, you suck your bottom lip between your teeth and your breathing slowly deepens, your body was slowly starting to act on its on, and you started to press harder into Hyunjin. He pauses the drama and waits a few moments, wanting to confirm what he felt was truly what he felt, and then it happened. Your lower half pressed into his groin, and he takes in a deep breath.

“Do you need some help?” He asks. His voice brought you back to reality, you quickly become aware of how hot your body felt and how deep your breathing had become, you notice it was quiet and look over your shoulder, seeing he had paused the drama he was watching. Your body slowly relaxes, and you knew he had felt what you had been reading. “So… do you?” You swallow and slowly move your book to the side, he takes it from you and places it down on the table not far from the couch.

“Yes…” You whisper as you lean back slightly. He leans forward and moments later his lips were on yours, kissing you hotly, his hand slides underneath your shirt and upwards towards your bra while his other hand is gripped onto your shirt to begin lifting it upwards, you move to help him in removing your shirt. You break away from the heated kiss to remove your shirt with his help before moving your hands into his hair and grinding down on him.

“Fuck,” He breathes out. Blood rushed down to his cock as it begins to harden and form a tent in his pants, and push against your clothed pussy that was aching for attention. Your fingers curl into his hair, and you tug on them, pulling his head back and moving your lips down to his neck. “Gonna mark me up?” Your lips move over his Adam’s apple before stopping at his collarbone.

“Of course, you’re mine,” You say before your lips latch onto his skin, and you begin sucking on it. His fingers work on undoing your bra before he removes it from you and tosses it aside. His hands grip your sides and slowly slide upwards to cup the side of your breasts and use his thumbs to rub over your nipple. You could feel them slowly hardening from the attention they were receiving, your breathing was becoming harder against his skin as you suck a mark into him.

“Definitely yours,” He mutters. His fingers press harder into your skin as his thumbs circle over your nipples. Your hips push forward, and you begin rubbing yourself against the tent in his pants. “Hmm, I, shit,” You pull back from his collarbone, and he immediately leans forwards to press his lips against the curve of your tits and kiss downwards. His hand slides away from your breast and his lips latch on your nipple while his hand moves down to grip the waistband of your pants.

“Your shirt needs to go,” You say. Your fingers continue to knead into his scalp before you move one hand down his neck and move it between him and the couch. “Right now,” Your fingers twist into the fabric, and you bunch it up in your hand and pull it upwards, your other hand leaves his hair, and you grip the shirt, he pulls away from your nipple and helps you remove it. Your hands immediately grip onto his shoulders, feeling how firm they felt underneath your touch.

“Now your pants,” He says and looks down between your bodies, both his hands now gripping onto the waistband of your pants. “Lift,” You lift your hips from his lap, and he pushes your waistband down, you momentarily step back to help him remove your pants and move your hands to grip onto your panties. “Not yet…” He pulls you by your waist, back down on his lap, your legs on either side of his before spreading them. You feel your panties almost slip between your pussy lips.

His hand moves down to cup you and his fingers press down against your panties, fully pushing them between your folds and against your clit, your toes curl as the nub is touched. You grip his shoulder as you suck in a deep breath.

“Hyun…” You whisper. You were already so needy from that steamy see you had read, and him touching you where you needed it the most felt so good already. His fingers slowly rub over your clit, the friction of your panties causing you to grow wetter and hornier for him. The touch felt light and teasing before he pressed harder against your clit. Your breathing continues to pick up.

“I’ll give you all the help you need,” He coos. His fingers slide away from your clit, more of your panties gets pushed between your folds, and you feel his fingers press near your entrance. “These are going to be soaking wet and ruined,” Your nails dig into his skin and your lips slightly part as you breathe through your mouth. His fingers slide back to your clit and slowly rub over it, making you feel the tension build inside you.

“Ohh, oh,” You moan, your lids fluttering, and you could feel sweat slowly breaking out on your skin. His fingers slide towards your entrance, and he pushes the tips of his fingers into you along with your panties. “Ohh!”

“Is that okay?” He asks, needing to be sure that you were comfortable. You nod your head and take your bottom lip between your teeth. “Let me know when it’s not anymore,” You nod your head again and feel his fingers slipping out of you before pushing back into you again, this time a little more. He repeats the motion until his fingers were halfway inside you and your panties were being pushed into you more and more. “Soaking through them already.”

“Hyunjinnn,” You whine. It felt foreign yet so good at the same time. “Ohhh, my… uhhmm,” His fingers push a little more into you, and you could feel your body heat up more. Your mind was starting to spin as the fabric rubbed against your walls and against your clit as it pulled tighter and tighter the deeper they were pushed into you. “Fuck, I, oh, uhm.”

“My hand is getting soaked with you,” He says, and you feel his fingers curl inside you. Your head drops back, and you feel him lean closer to you before his lips touched your collarbone. “You’re so damn sexy,” His fingers were moving in and out of you rapidly, curling inside you every few times, pushing you closer to a high.

“Hyun, oh my… fuck,” Your eyes shut fully, and you could see specs of dust beginning to float behind them. Your breathing was loud, and your skin was completely soaked with sweat already. “Hyyuuunnn,” You push your hips forward, more against his hand, you could feel the palm of his hand brushing against your pussy lips with every movement. Your muscles were starting to twitch as your high was getting closer. “OH FUCK!” His thumb presses against your clit, and he slowly rubs over it, pushing you closer.

“I love when you moan for me when you look like this,” He says. You lift your head and lean forward, laying your head against his shoulder. “Shaking on my lap for me, because of me,” His fingers move in and out of you faster, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer.

“Hyunjin, oh, shit, fuck, I,” You blubber out, not finding any words. Your body tenses up and moments later you feel the tension inside you snap, your entire body shakes and stars explode behind your lids. “Ohh, uhhmm,” You move your hips against his hand, getting yourself off on his hand.

“That’s it, use my hand,” He coos. Your mind was floating in the clouds as you were going through your high, your body felt light as you cum around your panties and his fingers.

“Oh, my fuck,” You gasp. Your hips slow down as you come down from your high, everything felt hot, your skin felt sticky, and his fingers were slowing down inside you before he completely pulls them out from you. You feel him starting to pull them down, and you feel the fabric slipping out from your entrance. “Hmm, oh,” You lift your hips with your shaky legs, letting him pull them completely off you.

“Soaked through and ruined,” He says. Your grip on his shoulder loosens, and you slide your hands down his torso, sending shivers up his spine as your fingers scraped over his skin. Your fingers grip his sweatpants, and he lifts his hips, lifting you in the process, and allows you to remove his pants along with his underwear. You quickly manage to remove them in your dazed state.

“Your turn to whine for me,” You whisper. He lowers his hips down on the couch and uses his feet to kick off his pants and underwear that had ended up around his ankles. You look down between your bodies and saw his cock standing tall and the tip glistening with pre-cum. “I’m pretty sure you soaked your underwear also,” You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and earn a low groan from him.

“That’s the kind of power you hold over me,” He says. “Only you do that to me,” Your hand slowly slides along his cock to the head of it. You could see his stomach moving slowly as he takes in a deep, slow breath. You change direction before your hand could fully reach the head of his cock, and you hear him let out a soft whine. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing you were causing his whines.

“Try whining my name,” You say and twist your hand around his cock before sliding it back up towards the head. You lift your head to look at him and saw him staring at you intensely.

“Y/n…” He whispers. You slide the palm of your hand over the head of his cock and rub slow circles over it. “Ohh, my… Y/n… Yyy/nnnn,” You could feel yourself dripping onto the couch from just his whines. You look down and slowly wrap your hand around his head, twisting your hand around it, and hear the squelch of his pre-cum as you spread it around the head. “Fucking…”

“So good, you sound so good,” You breathe out. You slide your hand down his cock, spreading his pre-cum over him. You lick your lips as you watch pre-cum begin to drip down his cock from how much he needed to be inside you.

“Fuck… I need you,” He gasps. “Fuck, Y/nnnn,” You move your hand to the middle of his cock and lift your hips over him and slide him through our folds. “Ohh, fuck, fuck, so warm, so fucking…” His hands move to your hips, and you feel his fingers dig into your skin as you continue to tease him. “Fuck… put it in… please,” You slide him towards your entrance and lower yourself down onto him. “OHH, oh, fuck.”

“Ohh, ohhh, hmm,” You moan and slowly release his cock. You lower yourself down onto him, feeling every inch of him slowly entering you, stretching your walls and filling you. “Ohh, fuckk, fuck,” You move your hand back to his shoulders, and your fingers dig into his skin.

“Fuck, I, Y/n, so good, fuck,” He blubbers out. His mind was spinning from your warm walls enveloping him. “Fuck, I,” You could hear your wetness squelching as it moves. “Fuck…”

“Hmm, Hyun…” You moan. Your toes curl at the feeling, the sensation was sending tingles up your spine. “Fuck…” You fully sink down on him and feel his cock resting inside you as your walls pulsed around him. “I… shit, it feels good.”

“Hmm, fuck… you do,” He groans. “Always so good,” You knew there would be bruises left behind on your skin after this, and you knew his shoulders would carry your mark for days. You slowly lift your hips, feeling his cock shift inside you as it begins to slide out. “Oh, uhh.”

“Hmm,” You moan. Your walls pulse around him, almost trying to keep him inside you. You look down to where you’re connected to him. “Fuck…” You could see your own wetness glistening on the base of his cock as it slowly came into your view. You lower your hips onto his cock again, and another moan leaves you and him. “You always make me feel so good,” You begin to lift and lower your hips faster on him, finding a decent pace to make you feel good and him feel good. The squelch of your wetness fills the room, and your mixed moans and groans bouncing off the walls made everything feel even more sexual and hot.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” He grunts out. “Literally just slipping in and out of me,” Your eyes move onto his arm and your walls clench around him as you saw his veins appearing from holding onto you so hard. “Fuck, again, do it again,” You see his muscles bulge with his veins and clench around him again. “Ohh... Fucking, you…” The sounds of his whines and seeing his veins made you bounce faster on his cock.

“Why are you so… fuck,” You couldn’t even finish your question as his cock hits inside you. You could see his honeyed skin glistering in the light, sweat droplets forming on him. “Fuck!” You lifted your head and saw him watching you with a dazed look in his eyes. “Hyyuunn.”

“Yyyy/nnnn,” He groans. His hips buck upwards, meeting your movements halfway and pushing deeply into you, hitting close to your sweet spot.

“Fuck, fuck, I…” You could feel your mind spinning, you were in a daze as well, the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you, and his grip on your hips, bruising your skin, leaving marks behind on you. “HYUN!” His hips begin to thrust up into you, his cock getting closer and closer to that sweet spot inside you. He leans forward and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as he does. Your eyes shut as you kiss him back, your bodies hot and sweaty, the room filled with lust. You feel your body move before your back hits the couch. You open your eyes as you pull back from the kiss and find him on top of you. “Fuck.”

“I am desperate for you,” He says. His hair fell over his face, sticking to his skin and his eyes were dark, you could see the vein on his biceps before feeling him wrap your legs around his waist and thrust into you almost harshly, making your tits bounce as he does. “Fuck, squeezing me so good,” His stomach rubs against yours with each thrust, you could feel your hair sticking to the side of your neck and face, your back already clinging to the couch.

“Fuck!” You moan. You slide one of your hands to the back of his neck before sliding your fingers into his hair and grip onto it. You could feel your insides tightening up and your muscles pulling together. “I’m…” His hand slips between your bodies and the palm of his hand cups your mound before his fingers were against your clit, rubbing it. “Oh, OH, fuck, I,” Your toes curl and your heels dig into his lower back as you try and get him to move closer to you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids shut and stars begin floating behind them. Your back arches and you feel the tension that’s built inside you snap. “HYUN!”

“Fuck, that’s it, fuck,” He grunts out. His hips move faster as he feels your cum surround his cock and spill from around him. Your fingers scrape against his scalp as you move your hips against his, trying to ease yourself through your high. His fingers rapidly rub your clit as his hips move faster against yours, he was starting to chase his own high.

“Fuck, Hyunjin, I, so good, oh, hmm, uh,” You blubber out. You just about felt his stomach muscles twitch when it touched yours and knew it wouldn’t be long before he comes undone for you. “Fuck, fuck,” You pull him down against your body, your breathing hits his ear, and he closes his eyes and thrusts firmly into you. Your walls clamp down around him, he could feel the heartbeat in his cock becoming faster, and your walls were getting him there. “Fuck, cum for me, be a mess for me,” You whisper into his ear. He thrusts into you one last time before stilling his hips, your legs tighten around him and your walls pulse around him, edging him closer and closer.

“Oh, uh, hm, Uh,” He whimpers out. His head drops, and you can feel his muscles tense up and pull before he lets out a low, long moan, and you feel hot ropes of cum spilling into you. He tries to move his hips, but your legs tighten around him to keep him from moving. “Fuck, Y/n, shit,” He whines into your shoulder, your walls pulse around him, milking him to spill everything inside you without moving. “Fuck…” You were slowly coming down from your high, your mind in a daze and spinning.

“Doing so good,” You mutter and slowly begin to stroke your fingers through his hair. Your grip on his shoulder loosens, and you slowly slide it over his shoulder blade and onto his back. “Fuck…” Your nails scrape over his skin as you slide your hands up and down his back. His whimpers become quiet, and you can hear him breathe loudly. Your body felt light after everything that just happened, almost like a burden had been lifted from your shoulders. He stays like that for a few more minutes before he lifts his head to look at you.

“Was I able to provide a relief to your problem?” He asks. You lift your head, your lips almost touching his.

“I would say yes, yes you did,” You whisper before pushing your lips against his gently. His forehead touches yours as you share a soft kiss in the afterglow. You slowly pull back and move your hand to the top of his head, pushing a few strands of hair back.

“Are you okay?” He asks. “I didn’t hurt you at any point, did I?” You shake your head, taking a moment to let your mind wander over your own body.

“I can’t feel any discomfort,” You say. “And you, are you okay?” He nods his head and slowly sits back on his knees.

“All okay,” He says. Your breath gets stuck in your throat as you feel him slowly pull his soft cock from you. Your mixed juices spill from you and slide between your asscheeks. “Let me go clean you,” He stands from the couch, and you swear his body glowed in the light. “Let me help,” He helps you to your feet and holds onto you as he helps you walk to the bathroom. He grabs your washcloth and runs it underneath some lukewarm water before moving towards you and carefully begins cleaning your thighs, which you just realised were sticky with your cum. He carefully cleans your pussy before rinsing the cloth and running it over your pussy again to make sure it was clean.

“My turn to clean you,” You say and grab his cloth. You wet it before slowly starting to clean the top of his thighs and over his cock, earning a few grunts and groans from him as you do.

“Every time we do that… it feels like I’m exploring you all over again,” He says. “Falling more in love with you,” You rinse the cloth and put it away. “Everything about you,” He steps closer and cups your cheek, softly sliding his thumb over your jaw. “And I do mean… everything, the things you find as flaws… I am absolutely, hopelessly, in love with every single part of you,” He leans a little closer to you. “Your face is my favourite part,” You could feel heat spreading up to your cheeks at his words. “Such a goddess,” He leans closer and softly pecks your lips before his hand drops to take yours. “You owe me your time now, and we’ll finish my drama with that time,” You couldn’t help but giggle and nod your head.

“Let’s just get dressed first,” You say.

“Hmm, my clothes will look nice on you, as always,” He says and pulls you out of the bathroom and down the hallway towards your shared bedroom, ready to dress you in his clothes and cuddle into you for the rest of the day.

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zeroeightzeroone · 5 months

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selfish - hwang hyunjin

genre: angst

pairing: idol!hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

warnings: reader tries to push hyunjin once

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"you left, hyunjin."

the two of you are a couple feet away from each other, eyes locked on the other.

your chest heaving but breath stuttering due to the overwhelming emotion flowing through your entire body, the sight of the boy in front of you sending your heart and mind into overdrive. your mind screaming at you, wishing it could jump out and shake your body as it tries to remind you just how much he hurt you, that you should hate his guts right now. while your heart clenches at the sight of him, the resentment in your mind conflicting with the undying amounts of love you have for the man standing across from you.

"you told me that night i didn't need to be scared of you leaving," your feet take you closer to him, harshly poking your pointer finger into his chest, "but you lied. you left."

the tears fall freely down your cheeks and onto the fabric of your hoodie. you make no effort to wipe them away. hyunjin so desperately wants to reach out and wipe them away for you, but he knows he's no longer in a place to do that for you. the opportunity he has right now to even have you standing this close to him is something he thought he would never get again. at the same time, hyunjin's heart falls because he knows the animosity you hold towards him is completely understandable.

"i–"

"no," you shake your head, cutting him off, "don't say you couldn't do anything."

your tone is laced with so much emotion, the heartache, betrayal and anger mixed together as you spit at him. your eyes are locked on his, glossy eyes on each other as all he can see is the disdain you held for him in those orbs of yours.

hyunjin couldn't, he didn't want to, imagine just how much he hurt you. he didn't want to know just how much pain and suffering he had brought to you, but he also knew that he needed to know. hyunjin needed to know just how much he fucked up, he needed to know each and every one of his mistakes for the opportunity to learn from them, fix them and ensure they never ever happen again. hyunjin wants to know how he can mend the heart he so selfishly broke.

"there was always something you could do, you just had to want to do it."

your jaw is clenched, tensed as you try your best to speak through your tears. the words feeling like they're getting stuck inside your throat.

"if y-you wanted to you would. if you wanted to stay with me and b-be with me you would have done just that."

your eyes search his.

"…do you know just how much i loved you?" a bitter smile falls onto your lips, "how much i sacrificed for you… for us! i didn't do that just for me, but because i-i wanted you, i wanted us! i wanted to work for a life where it was us in the future!"

you sigh deeply, closing your eyes in an attempt to calm your emotions. a futile attempt but an attempt none the less.

"if you loved me the way you said you did… you would have wanted m-me, wanted an us! you would have done anything and everything so there would have been an us!"

your eyes remain shut. the sight of the man who broke your heart only inflicting further pain on you.

"if you loved me like you said you did. you would have tried harder for me. for us. for that figure together, i guess… i was the only one who was in love."

hyunjin snaps, "i love you. i love you more than i've ever loved someone, something, anything. i always have and always will."

your hands move to his chest, you want to push him away from you.

"bullshit."

you try to shove him backwards but hyunjin grabs your hands in his. instead, he keeps his balance, you're the one being pulled into his body, cheek landing on his chest. hyunjin's touch ignites a fire where his hands are, everything you missed and longed for the past couple of months hitting you all at once: the warmth radiating off his body onto yours, the feeling of having him so close to you, so close that you can hear his heartbeat, feel his chest rise and fall with every breath. this only has you crying harder as your heart races in your chest.

"don't lie to me."

you're shaking your head. you hope that shaking it enough would change the reality; that hyunjin didn't leave, that he wasn't here right now, that it would extinguish the pain nestled inside your heart that's spreading through your body like a wildfire.

"d-don't you dare fucking lie to me, hwang hyunjin."

"i-"

"y-you can't tell me you love me more than anything.. you.. when you left me just like that."

the tears continue to fall.

"you didn't fight for our love… why did you leave me? you went silent for so damn long."

the strength in your legs falters with your emotions, falling into hyunjin's chest. your fists balling up the fabric of his shirt, further staining it with your tears.

"you left w-without an explanation."

your hands grip harder onto his shirt. at the same time, hyunjin's grip on you tightened, holding you tight and never wanting to let go, something he should've been doing the whole time.

"why did you show up now? huh?"

a whimper leaves him as he feels your body shaking in his hold.

"y-you don't hurt someone you love l-like this."

your cries get harder to the point where you're hiccuping too much to get any words out.

"i'm sorry."

his voice comes out hoarse and incredibly quiet.

"i'm so fucking sorry," his eyes flutter closed, "i-i know i've made terrible mistakes, mistakes that have hurt you so so badly that i don't deserve to even have you close to me right now."

"you think s-sorry is going to fix this?" your response is sharp, "you t-think sorry is going to erase the months of heartbreak i went through because you left?"

he shakes his head even though you aren't looking at him.

"d-do you think the word sorry is going to change how... m-much I blamed m-myself for the past couple of months? t-that it was my fault you di-didn't love me anymore?"

hyunjin bites down on his bottom lip, the weight on his chest gradually increasing with your words, with your tears seeping through his shirt and onto his skin.

your voice trembles, tone cracking and faltering due to how overwhelmed you are, "w-why? tell me why... please."

"...i didn't leave because of you. i l-left... i left because of me, because… fuck… i love you. i know you don't believe me but i do, i r-really do. I'm so in love with you, it fucking terrifies me. my-... god, my life can be a lot, and subjecting you to the eyes of everyone in the world, knowing how brutal they can be absolutely scared the shit out of me."

hyunjin's body is trembling, you feel it against your own. you keep quiet, even though a small part of your brain is telling you to hurt him the way he did you. but you bite your tongue as hyunjin takes a breath and gulps.

"no one, no one deserves the relentless, negative comments that people in my industry get no matter what we do. i didn't want you… someone w-who didn't choose this job, to be in the spotlight, t-to become a target for people to spew relentless hate to."

a few days before hyunjin left, there was a meeting at the company. a meeting he never told you about. a small group of fans had found a handful of shreds of evidence surrounding the possibility that he might be dating someone, the rumours didn't phase him, and it wasn't the first time he was wrapped up in them; there was a tweet that included a low-quality photo of the two of you and his blood ran cold.

the rumour was small enough that it didn't capture the eyes of mainstream media or large publications, but the rumour went around enough to fall into the hands of people wishing you nothing but terrible things. the fact that they had a photo of you and knew what you looked like scared him shitless. he had seen comments during that meeting, ones that had him sick to his stomach, heart dropping at the possibility he put you in harm's way. hyunjin demanded that action be taken immediately.

the reality dawned on him then.

anyone associated with him, confirmed or not, would receive the most heinous comments and their safety would be on the line. he didn't want to be the reason you no longer lived a normal life, the reason you couldn't live the life you worked for, the life you chose. so he left.

"i love you so much that i had to let you go," his tears fall onto the crown of your head, "i didn't want your safety, your life to be in jeopardy because of me."

"what? w-what are you talking about hyunjin?"

he squeezes his eyes shut, the memory of that meeting fresh in his mind months after it happened.

"t-there was a rumour about me... us. they had a photo of you... it was incredibly low-quality b-but that doesn't matter. t-they said shit that scared me."

"hyun-"

"i've heard stories, horror stories, about what could happen and I didn't want that, fuck.. it scared me to think what if it happened to you?. i-i didn't want to be the reason you were ever unsafe or hurt, you don't deserve that. i f-figured i'd rather see you happy with a-another man... safe and living the normal life you worked for."

"i-i don't want anyone else, i only want you hyunjin."

"i-i... but loving me comes with so many risks... so many more sacrifices that i-i don't want to put you through."

you lift your head from his chest, meeting his glossy eyes, "but loving you comes with you. i don't care about the risks and sacrifices of it, as long as it's for you and with you at the end of the day."

hyunjin shakes his head, "n-no don't say that. you would only grow to hate me and the life i dragged you into."

one of your hands moves to cup hyunjin's cheek, keeping his head still as you look into his eyes, "i love you. i chose you as the person i want to spend the rest of my life with, i chose to share my life with you. you aren't dragging me into anything, i'm choosing to step into that life, your life, because i'm so in love with you i don't want a life without you. i can't imagine a life without you."

he's searching your eyes, looking for a hint of fear or hesitance but he sees nothing. he doesn't understand how you could love someone where their career would put you in danger.

"why did you show up now?" you repeat your question from earlier.

his gaze falls away from yours, his cheeks flushing, "because i-i... i wanted to see you. i missed you so much that it hurt. i thought seeing you happy, one last time, would tell me i made the right decision but…"

"i'm not happy."

he nods.

"but-"

"but what hyunjin?"

"it's selfish," his eyes graze over your face, your head angled in confusion, "after everything i-i put you through when i left, to ask you to come back to me. t-to love me again. it's selfish of me to ask you to take more risks and sacrifices that come with my life."

"i don't care if it's selfish, be selfish, for me. please."

this time, hyunjin's hands come up to cup your cheeks, his eyes locking with yours. teary eyes boring into each other.

"i'm selfish. i'm so fucking selfish."

your hands move to his wrists, holding them there.

"i'm selfish in the way i love you more than anything, that i want you more than anything. that i want you all to myself after everything."

he inches closer to you.

"i'm selfish in the way that i will do everything to ensure that you're mine, only mine. i'll do everything i should have been doing. fixing all my mistakes and making up for them, doing everything in my power to keep you safe, i don't know what i'd do if something happened to you... i-if you let me, i will do anything and everything to fulfill my selfish desires of wanting you to love me, and loving you for the rest of our lives."

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blu-joons · 2 years

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BEST FRIEND STRAY KIDS A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Hwang Hyunjin

A ⇴ ATTENTION

He was incredibly protective of you as a best friend and so if you were around Hyunjin then he’d always find himself with one eye on the person that he was talking to, but with one eye looking at you as well.

B ⇴ BICKER

Both of you were childish when you were together, you hadn’t quite grown out of the habit of bickering when you wanted your own way. The two of you could go on for some time when you really wanted to, unaware of the laughter that came from other people who were watching you go at it.

C ⇴ COMFORT

He was very observant with you and could tell almost straight away when something wasn’t quite right with you. Hyunjin would follow you around and push until you finally broke and told him what was on your mind, refusing to let you keep anything that was on your mind and troubling you to yourself.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

Most of the time the two of you would argue over pretty silly things, mainly because you were petty with one another. If Hyunjin didn’t like something then he wouldn’t be afraid to tell you, even if you saw no problem with it. At the same time, if Hyunjin had an idea that you weren’t a fan of, your face would definitely give you away and leave him standing offended that you hadn’t realised how great his idea was.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

The two of you were very professional when you first met one another. You were shy to talk to Hyunjin, wanting to focus on the job that you had to do for him, whereas he was more than happy to talk to you and get to know you. As he watched you work more, and admired how well you dressed him, he encouraged you to feel more comfortable around him which eventually led to you opening up more.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Hyunjin’s family were incredibly generous to you, they loved having you around and hearing plenty of embarrassing stories about Hyunjin from you. They often treated you like a partner, showing you his childhood photos and making sure that you knew his bad habits, however from years of working with Hyunjin, you had plenty of photos and habits that you could share with them too to humiliate him even more.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

It was pretty rare for the two of you to meet up outside of work to do something grand, mainly because you didn’t have the time. If you were still talking after a day at work, then you would either invite Hyunjin to your place or you’d go back to the dorm so that you could carry on where you’d left at work.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of closing off and forgetting that you were hanging out with other people. At work especially you often found yourself focusing on Hyunjin more than any of the other boys, having to be reminded by several shouts of your name that they needed dressing for their stage too.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

You had plenty of inside jokes together because you spent so much time together and were often watching over one another too, you had managed to catch many of each other’s embarrassing moments. You would constantly share with one another when you were alone what you’d caught the other doing.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Because the two of you were together often in and out of work, you didn’t have much time to see too many other people which meant there weren’t many people for Hyunjin to get jealous of. However, if you mentioned a new name around him then he wanted to know all about them, the good and the bad, making sure that they were someone that he thought would be good for you to be friends with.

K ⇴ KICKS

Hyunjin got a kick out of winding you up and trying his best to prank you. He loved to sneak into your office and hide things or pretend to ruin an outfit that you had prepared for him, leaving you a frantic mess, only for him to tell you that it was just one joke and that he had managed to get you once again.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved that the two of you shared so many similar interests that gave the two of you so much to talk about. Often working together and spending time with each other outside of work could be a lot for most people, but not for you too. The more time that he got to spend with you was better as far as Hyunjin was concerned, if anything, if he knew that he wasn’t working with you one day then he’d get quite stroppy.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you met when you were hired as a junior stylist to work for the company, with Stray Kids being your first group. Hyunjin was quickly impressed with your eye for fashion and how well you dressed him and the boys, making sure that he let you know what a great job he thought you were doing too.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

You were one of the few people that got to see Hyunjin let loose and not fret about a thing. He was wary quite a lot of the time around most people, in and out of work, but you were definitely never one of them.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Hyunjin was obsessed with your personality and how well your qualities matched his qualities. The two of you were pretty much inseparable because of how well you got along and how happy you made one another.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

Seeing you do well was all that Hyunjin ever wanted for you, and that was what made him smile the most too. As much as he loved having you work for him and the boys, whenever another job came your way or another artist expressed an interest in working with you, he couldn’t hide just how proud he was of you.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Your opinion was one of the ones that Hyunjin valued the most and so if he was even the slightest little bit uncertain on something then he would call you or text you to see what your opinion was on it.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Quite a lot of the time you would go into the wardrobe at the company and notice things missing, knowing exactly who was to blame. As your best friend, Hyunjin often decided that that gave him the power to be able to take anything that he liked the look of, borrowing it for an event or an occasion secretly.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

Having your support meant the world to Hyunjin, he especially found comfort in hearing you tell him how well he was doing. You were open with how proud you were of him and never failed to let him know when you had thought that he had done something well, which was often the pick up that he needed.

T ⇴ TRIPS

If there was something organised for the group, Hyunjin would make sure that you were on the list of staff going. If you weren’t, then he would do everything in his power to make sure that you got taken too.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

The best thing about your friendship was how much time you got to spend together, and how you never got bored either.

V ⇴ VISITS

If you weren’t at work, he was always on the phone wanting to know where you were. As soon as he was done for the day Hyunjin would be round to your place, wanting to make sure that nothing had happened to you.

W ⇴ WISDOM

He loved to give you advice because he loved to feel as if he was helping, even if Hyunjin didn’t always have the answer that you needed.

X ⇴ XXXX

Whilst at work the two of you were very professional when you were alongside one another, but as soon as you were out of work that all went out of the window and the two of you were stupidly affectionate together.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his favourite, no other person compared for Hyunjin like you did.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Most of the time you would have Hyunjin at your place when one of you needed a place to stay. He loved staying at your place and being taken care of, especially when he was stressed or incredibly tired from work.

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ihave-atummyache · 5 months

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everyone is a little toxic

Stray Kids Imagine

summary: toxic traits of skz

sfw! mean!skz toxic!skz but nothing crazy fr. suuuuuper angsty

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ik i said that i would post it all in one part but mwahahahha😈 there will be a pt 2. later gators

pt2:

Bang Chan: Overworks himself then takes it out on you.

You scoop the meal you just made into a bowl and stare at the steaming food, your lip between your teeth. It is for your boyfriend, Chan, who has locked himself in his room to keep working on a track. The same track that practically had him in tears last week.

You know if you go in and bother him, there is a fifty-fifty chance of him snapping at you. He often does when you 'bother' him while he is working. It isn't your fault that you get concerned for your extremely overworked boyfriend!

You let out a deep sigh and pick the bowl up before making your way over to the room that was set up as an office for him. You knock gently on the door twice before letting yourself in. He often has headphones on and doesn't notice you when you knock so you always let yourself in.

"Channie?" You question, walking towards his hunched figure at his desk. You glances over at you when he senses your presence but doesn't bother taking a headphone off or even trying to talk to you.

You bite down on your lip and debate walking back out of the room and not even talking to him or offering him food. He has been locked up in this room for almost 24 hours. He neglected coming to bed last night and instead has been sat in front of his computer.

"I made dinner," you comment as you reach his desk. He knows you’re there but chooses to pretend he first notice you. Once you're beside him, he dramatically rips his headphones off and slams his hands on the desk, making you jump.

"What, y/n? What could you possibly want right now?" he snaps at you and you bite down on your lip, feeling tears wanting to well up at the embarrassment he was making you feel for trying to take care of him. Your cheeks and neck burn with a deep blush.

Chan’s eyes are bloodshot and glassy. His face is flush and his hair is sticking up in every direction, an obvious sign that he has been running his fingers through it over and over again.

You were right, you should have turned around and left. But its too late now. You're already in the room and you're already getting yelled at so you might as well accept it, even if it does break your heart.

"I-I made you dinner," you stutter out and break eye contact with him, opting to look at the bowl in your hands instead. It is still steaming hot and the steam is hitting your nostrils, making your own stomach growl. You know this is one of Chan's favorites so hopefully it'll act as a peace offering.

"Oh my God. Get out! If I was hungry or if I wanted you in here, I would have called for you," he snaps at you again and pulls the headphones over his ears again, turning to face the computer screen.

You feel your face heat up more in a mix of anger and embarrassment before you slam the bowl down on the desk beside him. You try not to notice that the liquid sloshes out of the bowl slightly and lands on your hand, immediately burning you.

You turn on your heel and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you. By the time you reach the kitchen, angry tears are running down your face and your even angrier hands are trying to wipe them away.

Lee Know: Short tempered

You know Minho has a short temper. Everyone knows that, but it doesn't excuse him going off on you for absolutely no reason. You often are the object of his anger because you are together so much and you’re usually able to just brush his outbursts off.

However, sometimes you just can’t let them go.

"Hm?" You question, pulling your headphones off. You had seen your boyfriend talking to you but only caught the end of his sentence by the time you removed the headphones. He rolls his eyes at you, obviously annoyed.

"I hate repeating myself, y/n. You know this," he raises his eyebrows at you and you blink at him a few times, waiting for him to say whatever it was that he had said.

"I said," he starts, attitude dripping in his tone, "Do you want to go to that new restaurant for dinner tonight?" he asks and you nod.

"Yes of course. When do you wanna go?" you ask and stand up. For some reason, you miscalculated exactly how close you were to the table and your knee hits the table, knocking your glass of water over and making it roll off the table, shattering all over the floor.

"Are you kidding me? Why is it so hard for you to do simple tasks like listening and watching where you're going?" Minho snaps at you before walking towards the kitchen. You roll your eyes and opt to not reply.

You squat down to pick up the glass and somehow one of the shards cuts your finger, right where it meets your palm. You let out a hiss and drop the glass on the ground bringing your hand closer to inspect it.

The cut isn't too deep but it is in one of those spots that seems like it will never stop bleeding. You stand quickly as the blood drops from your hand and lands on your mess. As you walk towards the kitchen, you are dripping blood and don't notice.

"Did you seriously cut yourself?" Minho's tone is impatient with you again and you nod, walking towards the sink to rinse the cut out.

"Let me see it," he demands and you shake your head, letting the water run over the cut, another hiss leaving your mouth at the sting.

"Stop being so fucking stubborn," he grabs your wrist, a little too harshly, and yanks it from under the water to look at it, making you stumble into him slightly.

"Stop being so fucking mean," you reply and snatch your hand from his grip. He scoffs at you and rolls his eyes, slamming the towel that was in his hand down on the counter beside him.

"If I'm so fucking mean, then clean your own damn mess," he spits at you before leaving the room, his heavy footsteps indicating that he is making his way to your shared bedroom.

You let out a frustrated yell and grab the first aid kit from under the sink. All you did was ask him to repeat himself and drop a fucking glass and he's acting like this is the end of the world.

"Y/n! You got blood on the floor. You couldn't have at least stopped that from happening?" You hear Minho's voice again and you ignore him, not feeding into his temper anymore.

You hear his footsteps making their way towards the kitchen again and slam your hands down on the countertop, definitely making your cut bleed much more than it was before.

"You don't hear me talking to you?" He questions and you turn around facing him. A look of disgust and annoyance covers your face.

"Oh fuck off, Minho. Yell at somebody who gives a shit," You snap and push past him, letting your shoulder hit him a little too hard, and making your way to your bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you.

Changbin: Arrogant

"Who was that?" You ask, setting your purse down as you enter you apartment. Changbin comes in behind you and helps you slide your coat off, placing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

"I met her a while ago at an award show," he replies and you nod, toeing off your shoes. You aren't one to get insecure or jealous, especially with the way your man is all over you, even in public.

But something about this girl just really rubbed you the wrong way. The way he unwrapped his arm from your waist to shake her hand made your stomach flip. Her lingering touches and flirty eyes, all while you were standing right there.

"She seemed a little touchy," you comment and Changbin shrugs, ultimately disregarding your comment.

"You only met her once?" You clarify again as you follow Changbin into the bedroom to change your clothes.

"Mhm, she used to have a thing for Hyunjin I think," he comments, loosening his tie and sliding it over your head. You let out a little 'ah' and pull your dress off, replacing it with a t-shirt and sleep shorts. You make your way into the bathroom and grab a makeup wipe, starting to remove your eye makeup.

"Why are you acting so weird? You aren't jealous, are you?" Changbin's voice sounds from the doorframe and you look over at him before looking back into the mirror, shrugging.

"It isn't that I'm jealous,” you clarify, “It's more like the principle of her overstepping obvious boundaries that you wouldn't push with someone who is in a relationship," you try to explain.

"It wasn't that serious," Changbin once again shrugs off your feelings and you turn to face him, crossing your arms across your chest.

"Are you even listening to me, Bin?" your voice is laced with frustration.

"Of course I am. You're jealous because some colleague was being too nice to me," he turns to walk away and you scoff.

"Do you listen to anything but the sound of your own damn voice?" you suddenly snap at him and he freezes before turning back around to face you. He opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt him before he can start.

"Whenever I tell you about my feelings or try to have a conversation like this with you, you just brush it off. I'm not jealous, Changbin. It's the principle of it all. And if I was jealous, you definitely aren't doing anything to help my insecurity," your temper has ran out and his eyebrows drop into a furrow, seemingly confused about your sudden outburst.

"I just don't understand why you are coming for me like this when I didn't do anything," he says, his own tone starting to reflect yours.

"What I'm trying to say is-"

"No I get what you're trying to say. I just don't understand why you're so mad at me," he tries to clarify and you turn back towards the sink.

"Then you obviosuly don't get what I'm-"

"Y/n you need to calm down," He interrupts you and you scoff, slamming your hands down on the sink.

"Stop fucking interrupting me! You are so fucking arrogant. Oh my God! You can't even actually listen to me for five fucking minutes without having to have your own input," you snap and he takes a step towards you so you're face to face in the bathroom.

"Sometimes you're wrong, Changbin. Whether you like it or not. Get your head out of your ass," you push past him and go towards the living room.

Hyunjin: Perfectionist

Hyunjin's most toxic trait is something that has been forced upon him in his career. He is convinced that everyone, especially the public has to think that he is perfect.

The perfect man, the perfect idol, the perfect boyfriend. This sometimes causes huge strains in your relationship because you can't tell what is real and what is a facade that he is putting on for the public eye.

You and Hyunjin are on a date and got into a small argument. It wasn't even an argument as much as you were just bickering with each other. He had picked this Italian restaurant and the portions were huge so you two decided it would he best to split a dish. However you couldn't decide and started to bicker back and forth between two dishes, trying to decide which to get.

"We can literally make that at home, Hyunjin. We should get something that we can only have in an authentic restaurant like this," you try to reason and Hyunjin rolls his eyes.

"You already decided on white wine, which doesn't go with the dish you want at all," he replies and you throw your hands up a little in frustration.

"Whatever, Hyunjin. Get what you want," you snap at him and before he can snap back at you, the waitress walks up to the table. He plasters a huge fake smile on his face and tells her the order, getting what he wanted and the white wine that you wanted.

"Now everyone is happy. Stop being a crybaby," he mumbles and you scoff, pulling out your phone. Your Twitter is getting notifications and you open the app.

Someone had taken a video of you and Hyunjin in the past ten minutes and posted it to Twitter. It already had over 1000 likes and you laugh at the video.

It showed Hyunjin saying something to you before you roll your eyes and fall back into your seat, crossing your arms. Then Hyunjin runs a hand through his hair, obviously annoyed.

"What's funny?" Hyunjin's voice pulls you from the video and you look up, turning your phone to face him. The smile on your face drops when you take in Hyunjin's face, obviously not amused with the video.

His jaw clenches and he clears his throat before turning in the direction that the video seemed to be taken from. The person recording was obviously long gone and he turns back to face you, a sigh leaving his mouth.

"What's wrong?" you ask, putting your phone away and resting your chin in your hand to look at your boyfriend.

"Nothing's wrong," he mumbles and you let out a small chuckle. You already know what's wrong. You reach for Hyunjin's hand across the table and he lets you grab it.

"Jinnie, relax. It's okay! There's nothing wrong with us disagreeing from time to time. It's natural and everyone likes seeing this real and raw side of you. You know that," you try to reason and he nods as the waitress approaches the table with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

The waitress pours your wine and neither you or your boyfriend say anything besides a small 'thank you' and even after she leaves, the silence between the two of you remain. You take a sip from your glass and look over to Hyunjin. He is zoned out, his finger tracing the rim of the glass and he's focused on something on the table.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of your's?" You finally break the silence and Hyunjin's eyes shoot up to meet yours immediately.

"That looks like we don't like each other," he mutters in a small voice, not much more than a whisper. You let out a sigh and adjust in your seat, uncrossing your legs and leaning towards your boyfriend. Before you can say anything, he's shaking his head at you.

"Stop it. Your body language is weird. Now we know someone is watching us, we need to act like we like each other," he speaks up, his eyes darting around the restaurant. You feel a little pang in your chest at his words and suck in a sharp breath.

"Act like we like each other?" You inquire, an eyebrow raised. He shoos you with his hand, still looking around the room.

"You know what I mean, y/n. Let's not start a scene. We have already caused one," he dismisses you and you scoff, taking the napkin from your lap and slamming it on the table.

"Whatever, Hyunjin. I'll give them something to spectate about," you spit at him and stand from the table. You grab your belongings and turn, making a beeline for the door. You barely hear Hyunjin calling in a whisper yell behind you before you reach the door and pull out your phone, ready to call a cab.

Han: Wandering eyes

Your first thought when you get to your house is to turn on the T.V. and see your stunning boyfriend at his award show. Your relationship was still under wraps so you weren't allowed to join him at his award show, at least not yet. You turn on the T.V. and realize you missed their red carpet so you take to Twitter to see what you missed.

Before you can even type his name into the search bar, you see that under trending is your boyfriend's name. He must have looked really good if he's trending away from his group. You click on the 'Han Jisung' hashtag and your heart immediately drops.

He wasn't trending because of how good he looks, he's trending because he was caught by a million cameras checking out another idol. Bile creeps its way into your throat and the tears spring to your eyes before you can even stop them.

This may seem like an overreaction to most, but this is not the first time that your boyfriend has been trending for his wandering eyes and flirty behavior. Just a week ago you two had gotten in a huge fight about how just because you're a secret, doesn't mean he needs to act single.

You thought that it got through to him but it obviously went in one ear and right out of the other. You lock your phone and frustratedly slam it down on the couch beside you. You let out a groan and let your head fall into your hands.

"Han fucking Jisung," you whisper out to yourself. You fall back against the couch and cross your arms over your chest before deciding to train your eyes on the ceiling. It only lasts about a minute until tears have started running down your face.

About two hours later, you hear the front door of your apartment open and you roll over in bed, not ready to explain to your boyfriend why your eyes are so puffy and red. He obviously didn't go to the after party so that gives you a little reassurance, but not much.

"Baby? Are you asleep?" you hear your boyfriend's voice and pull the blanket tighter around your chin before shaking your head. You hear him make his way over to the bed and he places a kiss to the side of your head. He smells like his shampoo and soap which means he either showered at the venue or went home before coming to see you.

"Did you watch the show?" he asks and you feel all of your emotions over the situation bubble to the surface. You let out a scoff.

"No, Jisung. I was too busy scrolling through your trending video from a million different angles," you reply coldly. He doesn't seem to pick up on your tone well and settles in the bed behind you.

"I'm trending?" there is pure excitement in his voice and you almost feel bad for him. Almost. You sit up straight in the bed and turn to face him. His bare face is illuminated by the faint glow of street lights outside your window and he really does look stunning. If you weren't so upset with him, you would surely be jumping his bones.

"Yeah. You're trending. Not for what you, your company, or your devoted girlfriend would like you to be trending for, however," you snap at him and grab your phone from the side table. You pull up his name under trending and toss your phone at him.

He flips it and you see him obviously scrolling through the tweets. His eyebrows are dropped in focus before they relax and a small smirk takes over his face, making your jaw drop.

"Does this make you happy, Jisung?" you question, hostility dripping from your tone. His eyes dart up to yours before they're back on the phone again. You glance over at your screen and see that he is watching a video of himself that is from an angle that you can see the exact asset he was assessing on the singer.

"You have got to be kidding me," you snarl at him and stand from the bed, ready to sleep in the living room.

"What? Can you blame me? She has a nice-"

"You have a girlfriend!" you interrupt him, your tone much more hostile than you intended and he's slightly taken aback.

"I know! I'm a guy. What do you expect?" his absurd defense just pisses you off more and you can't help clenching your jaw. He locks your phone and throws it onto the bed next to you.

"You are unbelievable." You spit before storming out of the room.

Felix: Belittling you/making you feel inferior

You sigh again. Your work computer has been acting up and you have done everything you can to try to make it work. You're trying your absolute best to not have to resort to calling your IT desk at work, but it seems to be your only option.

"That's one sigh too many. What's eating you?" you hear your boyfriend's voice behind you, giving you some comfort but frustration still racks your body.

"My computer is being dumb and I really don't want to have to call IT. I've tried everything I can think of and it still won't work!" you exclaim out, slamming your hands down on the desk. You feel his hands start to massage your shoulders and a gentle kiss is placed to your temple, obviously trying to calm you down.

"I just don't know what to do, Lix. On top of that, I have a report that I need to present on Friday!" you complain again and tilt your head back to look at Felix. He turns his attention from the computer screen down to you and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

"Do you want me to have a look at it?" He asks and you shake your head before sitting back up to look at the screen again.

"In all honesty, I just want to go to bed and not even think about this mess anymore," you confess and rest your head in the palm of your hand.

"Have you tried plugging it in?" Felix asks and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You were already frustrated and you don't want to be sent over the edge and snap at your boyfriend.

"Yes, Felix. I tried to plug it in," you reply but the exasperation in your voice is impossible to miss. You run your hand through the front of your hair and sit back up again, ready to try a few more things so you can work on your project.

"Have you tried restarting it?" It was meant to come out as a helpful question but you can't stop the scoff that leaves your mouth in response.

"I'm not an idiot, Felix," you snap at him but he doesn't say anything else for a few beats of silence.

"Did you put it to sleep or hard reset it? Do you know the difference?" he asks and you turn in your chair immediately to face him. Maybe it was the underlying belittling in his tone that sends you over the edge but you all but spit out your next response.

"Actually, Felix, I do know the difference and you are so not being helpful at all right now and in all honesty, you're pissing me the fuck off," you stare at your boyfriend, who is obviously taken aback by your outburst.

"How am I pissing you off?" he questions and you stand, letting out a humorless laugh. You turn and close your laptop before making your way over to your bed.

"You keep talking to me like I'm some kind of idiot. I'm not dumb, y'know? You always do this if you think you know more than me about a topic," you rant and he raises an eyebrow at you, still confused. You roll your eyes and slide under the blanket, turning your back to him.

"Whatever, Felix. Goodnight," you snap but it doesn't take long for you to feel the bed behind you dip from his weight.

"Don't go to sleep mad, angel," he reaches out to touch your shoulder but you shake his hand off. You turn to face him and regret fills your body at the face he is giving you. He looks like a guilty puppy and you let out a sigh. You lean over and press a quick kiss to his pouty lips before pulling back.

"I'm not mad. I'm just..." you pause, searching the ceiling for the right word, "Annoyed, frustrated, tired. I just want to go to sleep and we can talk in the morning. Sound good?" you try to reason and he nods but the sad puppy look is still plastered on his face.

Seungmin: Cruel

Seungmin loves you. So much. More than he has loved anyone else before. He knows it, you know it, his friends and family know it. However, sometimes he isn't as nice to you as he probably should be.

It isn't always what he is saying or his actions, as much as it's his tone. Today is one of Seungmin's more unkind days and you noticed it as soon as you woke up. He spent the night at your house last night so it was nice to see your boyfriend first thing in the morning.

He is always up before you and today was just like any other day. When you open your eyes, they're met with the chocolate ones of your adorable boyfriend. You hug him a little closer and he grumbles at you, his morning cranky still evident.

"Good morning," you whisper out, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw line. He mumbles back a quiet response and you try to pull him closer to you, wanting to savor the cuddle a bit more but Seungmin's body stiffens, pushing you away.

" 'S too hot," he groans and pushes you away completely, getting up from bed. You whine at him and he chuckles slightly, heading towards the bathroom. You get up and follow him, running your nails up his back.

"I love you," you speak out again, voice still raspy, before placing a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. You want so badly to wrap your arms around his waist and relish in his warmth for a little longer but you refrain.

Seungmin glances at you through the mirror and you stare back, waiting for him to mirror the same words back to you. He puts his toothbrush in his mouth and a frown finds its way onto your lips. He notices and pulls his toothbrush from him mouth.

"Love you too," he shortly replies and it stings a little. Not only did he not say 'I' but the response was robotic, rehearsed. It felt like it was what he was supposed to say more than an expression of his feelings. It seemed like he didn’t even want to admit he loved you in all honesty.

Later that same day, you find him on the couch and plop down next to him. He glances over at you then back to the T.V. again so you scoot closer. He has been neglecting you all day and you finally found the perfect opportunity to cuddle up with your boyfriend.

You silently hoped that a good cuddle would make up for him hurting your feelings earlier and would offer you some much needed reassurance. You wrap your arm around your boyfriend's arm and place your cheek on his shoulder. You immediately feel him shift away from you and your heart drops.

"Do you have to sit so close to me? I don't feel like being touched right now," his evident irritation is enough to make tears want to spring to your eyes. It makes you want to curl up into a ball and cry out of embarrassment and the rejection of your boyfriend.

"You're being mean," you mumble out as you push away from him and settle onto the other side of the couch, turning your attention to the T.V. instead.

"How am I being mean? Maybe you're just being too sensitive," he shrugs before standing from the couch and grabbing his glass from the coffee table.

"Seungmin," you warn but he doesn't listen, instead walking into the kitchen to refill his glass. Your eyes burn with the tears that are begging to spill so you stand and decide to go take a shower to cry by yourself.

"Where are you going?" Seungmin's voice rings behind you and you feel the first tear fall so you decide its best not to turn around.

"Shower," you mumble out and continue walking towards your bathroom. You can't help the sniffle you let out as more tears fall and you quickly step into the bathroom and turn the shower water on as more tears fall from your eyes.

I.N: Gets distant

"How is Innie doing?" Your best friend asks over the phone and you bite down on your lip. She knows when you're lying and will call you out on it so you opt for a more neutral answer.

"Busy. How is your boyfriend?" you quickly try to change the topic but she is much smarter than you're giving her credit for and doesn't let you switch the conversation.

"He's doing it again, isn't he?" she questions, her voice full of sympathy and you can't stop the sigh that leaves your lips. Too ashamed to admit out loud that your boyfriend has went distant on you again, you just nod.

"Babe, you can't keep letting him do this to you! You need to put your foot down," she insists over the phone, obviously frustrated with your boyfriend's antics. It may seem like you aren't frustrated to everyone else, but that couldn't be further from the truth

You hate when Jeongin decides to disappear and not talk to you for days on end. You hate when he comes back and acts like nothing happened. You hate how defensive he gets when you call him out on it. You hate it.

You open your mouth to reply when you hear your lock code being punched into your door. You sit up on the couch as soon as the door opens, revealing a very tired looking Jeongin.

"Hold on. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? We spoke him up," you look at your best friend through the screen and she shakes her head muttering a quick 'love you, make good decisions' then ending the call. You look over at your boyfriend and he walks towards the couch, immediately crawling in between your legs and placing his head on your chest.

His arms wrap around your waist and you let out a sigh, laying back on the couch so your boyfriend can lay on you. You reach up and run a hand through his hair, getting a whiff of his shampoo.

"I missed you," he mutters against your chest and squeezes you a little tighter. You let out a breathy chuckle.

"And whose fault is that?" you reply quietly, still working your fingers through the tangles in his hair. He stiffens a bit on top of you then turns his head to rest his chin on your chest. You lock eyes and feel like you could melt into him.

"I've been busy," he tries to excuse but barely a beat passes before you reply.

"You could've told me," this is usually how these conversations go. You would let him reply at this point but your best friend's words are ringing through your ears, 'you need to put your foot down'. So you take a deep breath and speak again before he gets the chance.

"It's been a week, Jeongin. I haven't gotten a text, a call, a visit, nothing. It has been seven days. You do know you're my boyfriend, right?" you ask and his eyes drop for a second before meeting yours again.

"I said I've been busy," he repeats himself and you shake your head, sitting up and forcing him to sit up as well.

"I said you could've told me. How hard would it be to take 30 seconds from your busy schedule to send me a text and tell me you're busy or you miss or you love me or...anything at all!" you finish the sentence, throwing your hands in the air.

"Why are you being so demanding? You know distance makes the heart grow fonder," he tries to defend himself once again and you scoff. You stand from the couch, moving to the chair to try to create space between the two of you.

"Don't try this bullshit with me, Yang Jeongin. If you don't want to be together anymore then let me know now. Don't disappear on me and claim you need space. We're adults. Act like it," you point an accusatory finger at him and he stands, now towering over your seated figure.

"Why are you trying to force me to break up with you? Do you not want to be together anymore?" he flips the question on you, anger in his voice. You open your mouth to answer but honestly, you don't even know the answer. So you tell him just that.

"Honestly, Innie, I don't even know anymore," you whisper out, looking down at your hands. You're picking at your fingers as silence falls on the room. Then before you know it, Jeongin's knees buckle and he's on his knees in front of you, his face in his hands and his body shaking with the violence of his sobs.

"I-I," he tries to speak but you stop him, dropping to your knees as well and pressing your forehead to his. You let your eyes fall closed as his tears soak your hands. Before you know it, tears are leaving your eyes as well.

"I don't want to break up," he whispers out and your eyes open to find his already trained on yours. You let silence fall between you two for a minute, just looking into each others eyes before you let out a sigh.

"I think you should leave," you finally speak up, breaking the silence.

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