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PARTY O’CLOCK

PAIRING choi chanhee x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.39k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, tau beta zeta frat treasurer!chanhee, reader is a stereotypical party girl, she’s also an astronomy major, mentions of alcohol, i’m pretty sure everyone makes a cameo at some point, kevin moon playing matchmaker, we escalate a little fast so, intense making out, marking, vaginal fingering, brat tamer!chanhee, dom!chanhee, lowkey pussy job for like 1 second, nipple play? kinda?, unprotected sex, wall sex, missionary, multiple orgasms, creampie (yk… the usual), overstimulation

SUMMARY in spite of being a frat boy himself, chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? enter you and your carefree spirit and chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

MORE … don’t yell at me PLEASE. i know this is 2 days overdue. I KNOW I KNOW. i’ve been so busy these past couple days and my time management is ass we already know this. BUT IM HERE AND SHES FINISHED AND ITS CHRISTMAS EVE SO??? 🙏🙏😍 anyways. i hope u guys enjoy i had a fun time writing this. i’m a firm believer in dom chanhee 😋 if u liked this pls don’t forget to reblog!

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“Who’s that?”

The question comes out before you can even stop it, eyes focused on a guy sitting on one of the couches in the living room, complete disinterest all over his face. He’s pretty. Prettier than any guy you’ve ever seen. But he also looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than at this party.

“Who?” Your friend Heejin asks, following your gaze.

She finds out pretty quickly, especially because of how intense your stare is. She racks her brain for his name, sure it’s somewhere in her catalog of the student body. Heejin was the kind of person who knew everyone even if she didn’t exactly know them personally. She was both sociable and obsessed with gossip, sticking her nose in the business of those around her.

“Ah! That’s Choi Chanhee,” she nods, index finger tapping her chin. “He’s the Tau Beta Zeta treasurer actually. That’s probably why he looks like he wants to kill himself. Dude doesn’t really want to be here, but fraternity brothers are required to attend every party.”

She’s right, it appears, when you see some of the members you do recognize make their way over to bother him. He definitely does not look like the fraternity type, but you guess it also makes sense in a way. Maybe he needed an extracurricular or something that would be nice on his resume.

It’s hard for you to enjoy yourself for the rest of the night, too concentrated on the treasurer who’s lips stay pressed into a frown the entire time. You try to take shots with Heejin, but your eyes gravitate back to the sofa. Ji Changmin and his girlfriend even convinced the two of you to play them in beer pong. (Worst mistake you’ve ever made. You sucked at beer pong.) You finally draw the line at a game of Rage Cage, when you strategically get placed between Lee Juyeon and Heejin, arguably the best drinkers at the function.

Everyone laughs at you when you take a step back and recall your decision to join. And just as you suspected, you end up back in the living room, right where you wanted. Chanhee hasn’t moved from his spot, occasionally taking sips of whatever he’s drinking and scrolling through his phone.

You remember when that was Jacob Bae’s thing to do, and then he went and got himself a girlfriend. Perhaps that’s what Chanhee needed to do. A girlfriend was a little bit of a stretch, but someone to help him loosen up at these things was plausible. Girls weren’t even trying to hit on him left and right like they usually did with the Tau Beta Zeta boys, which was even more surprising considering most of them had their own partners now. Desperation was an ugly look on the university female, you know.

Which is exactly why you don’t make any moves that night.

Initially, you think you’ll wait a week. You happen to see him on campus a few times. The first time is in the library studying with some headphones on, in his element. The second time is in the cafe on campus, again, doing coursework with the intention of being left alone. Then it’s when you’re leaving your Fundamentals of Astronomy lecture, walking to one of his own classes. In your head, you’re being tested, like a dog with a bone being dangled in front of its face. It’s tortuous, wanting to go up to him and introduce yourself, but you don’t do it.

Heejin “drags” you to another TBZ party the following Friday and you put extra effort into your outfit. You walk in with the hopes to sweep him off of his feet, strutting into the fraternity house with a confidence that throws you off. Just when you’re getting ready to walk up to him, Kim Sunwoo intercepts and you backtrack. That ruins any of the lingering self-assurance in your system. So you push things back another week.

The next time you plan on striking, you and Heejin had said you’d meet at the party since she had something to do prior. You arrive at around 11 PM, prepared to shoot your shot and score. The kitchen is the first place you go, concocting yourself a drink that doesn’t get you trashed, but provides enough liquid courage. Then Heejin texts that her project partners wanted to grab food and she wasn’t going to make it. The thought of being alone without moral support effectively kills your mood, so you only stay for another hour or so before leaving.

It’s annoying, really. Every single time you attempt to set your plan into motion, something has to interrupt and mess things up for you.

This is your dilemma for roughly every weekend for a whole month. By the time you know it, it’s midterm season and you’re too stressed out over exams to think about Choi Chanhee. Divine intervention was a crazy concept, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Maybe this was your sign to just call it quits and give up on your weird fantasy of being the girl who charmed him.

“Do you wanna go to the TBZ party Saturday? We can celebrate finishing these stupid fucking exams and just relax for another couple months before we have to worry about finals.” Heejin asks through a mouthful of instant ramyeon. You sigh.

“Sure, whatever.” Your lips purse, pushing around your own food. She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side in confusion.

“What the hell happened to you? You were jumping for joy when it came to going to them all semester, but now that I want to get shitfaced, you don’t seem all that excited.” She puts her chopsticks down, narrowing her eyes at you from across the table. You shrug.

“I don’t know,” you rest your cheek on your palm, huffing. “I guess I’m not really in the party mood anymore.”

“Bullshit,” she scoffs. “You’re the girl everyone thinks of when they talk about the typical university party girl. There must be a reason you’re suddenly Miss Debbie Downer.”

You could just tell her the truth, tell her about your delusions and the need to be different. As your roommate and best friend, she wasn’t at liberty to judge you. But this was so unlike you, so you knew she would anyway. It was out of character for you to be this enthralled by a man, let alone a stranger you’ve never spoken a word to. In fact it’s even thrown you for a loop, this mental break giving you clarity about your recent actions.

“That time I asked you who Choi Chanhee was,” you start after some silence. “I thought about going up to him and finding out why he’s so uptight. I sorta wanted to be in a ‘not like other girls’ situation. But whenever I wanted to swoop in, something always interfered. And now I’m just over it.”

“Y/N. You cannot be serious,” Heejin gawks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “Chanhee’s very picky about the girls he talks to. I could probably name on a hand the ones who’ve successfully snuck their way into his pants. He has specific taste, too; pretty ones who know when to shut their mouths.”

Your jaw drops, because what the fuck? He’s not a raging virgin with that personality? No wonder there wasn’t a line of single ladies attempting to land in his bed. They all knew they didn’t stand a chance. It kind of encourages you to resume your mission. You were never one to back down from a challenge.

“In that case…” A mischievous glint sparkles in your eye.

“Good god,” she rolls her own. “I’m warning you now, I highly doubt this will end in your favor.”

“You know me, Heejin. I never take no for an answer.”

It’s the day before the party and you’re walking out of your last midterm exam, a new light in your eyes now that you’re somewhat free. You step into the quad with your arms stretched above your head, a yawn pushing through your lips. You were long overdue for a good nap.

“Y/N!”

You whip around to find Kevin Moon from your Music Appreciation class stalking towards you. Part of you wants to pretend you’d never heard him and keep walking, drained of energy after that Intro to Astrophysics exam you’d just taken. Your brain felt like mush at this point. But you were kind, and you would’ve just felt bad about ignoring him anyways.

Kevin catches up to you rather quickly, hands hidden inside of his hoodie pockets. He lets out a sigh, both of you watching the puff of air that forms in front of him. “You’re going to the party tomorrow right?”

“I am…” You furrow your eyebrows, narrowing your eyes skeptically just a bit. “Why?”

“I have a huge favor to ask you.” He clasps his hands together, as if he wasn’t above begging on his hands and knees. You’re confused even further, because what could Kevin Moon possibly want from you?

“Okay… What is it?” The suspicion in your tone is so strong, that there’s no doubt he hasn’t noticed it by now. He holds the heel of his palm to his forehead.

“So, I was supposed to go with my friend Chanhee to try out that new outer space themed coffee place just outside of campus later today, but I got put on alcohol duty and I won’t be able to. I know you’re an Astronomy major so I figured that was something you’d like. Do you think you could go in my place?” He bats his eyelashes at you, like doing puppy dog eyes will convince you. You stare at him blankly. He wants you to do what?!

Meeting Choi Chanhee before the party tomorrow was not in your itinerary. Usually you were decent at adapting to changes in your plans, but this? This was more than just something minor that you could acclimate to. You had to psych yourself for hours in order to execute something of this caliber. Was Kevin Moon trying to send you into cardiac arrest?

“W-Wh— I mean— well—” You fumble over your words— something you never do— and Kevin breaks into a wide grin. You’re not sure if the blush across your face is from the cold weather nipping at it, or the thought of being put between a rock and a hard place.

“Perfect! I owe you one! Meet him in like an hour.” He pats your back like you’re one of the homies, not giving you any room for refutation. You actually feel like throwing up. How were you supposed to just show up without qualms?

Did he really expect you to just do this out of the goodness of your heart? No complaints stacked up to be hurled in his direction? You’d known Kevin Moon since freshman year orientation, but you didn’t think you were close enough for him to throw his dirty work at you. You can’t help but stand there dumbly as he walks away, a pep in his step that nearly has tick marks forming on your temple.

Okay, you know what? This is fine. This was totally fine. All you had to do was sip on some coffee, make some small talk, and then you could be on your way. It wasn’t that hard… was it?

You could throw on an act, pretend like you were one of those pretty girls who knew when to shut their mouths just like Heejin said he was into. You could give him a false glimpse into who you were and he wouldn’t know what you were really thinking of doing. The you of tomorrow would be a complete 180° turn around from the you of today, and Choi Chanhee would be the one groveling at your feet.

As soon as you walk into the cafe, your throat feels narrow, like it was closing in on you. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. It’s not like Chanhee knew you. He couldn’t possibly be aware of your existence, much less of your little fascination with him.

You see him sitting at a table for two, the straw of his drink trapped between his lips. He sips leisurely as he scrolls through his phone, likely waiting on Kevin since you’re sure he left his friend in the dark. You pick at a thread on your sweater as you stop in front of him, raising your hand in an awkward wave. Chanhee glances up, confusion in his features at first and then it morphs into something else.

A laugh has to be held back when he chokes on his drink, slapping a hand over his mouth. He stands up quickly, wiping his palms on his pants.

“Hi,” your voice is small, so far off from your usual boldness. “I’m Y/N. Kevin sent me.”

“Fucking Kevin,” he curses underneath his breath, forcing a smile. “Um, please sit.”

You take the seat across from him, eyes flickering around the coffee shop to absorb your surroundings. It’s pretty, the stars and planets painted all over the walls and ceilings. Even the drinks had celestial themed names. Your friend was right, you would love it here. It was right up your alley.

“I— uh— Kevin had texted me and told me what to order for him, but I’m assuming he meant for you, because he never told me you were uh— that you were coming.” He scratches the back of his neck as a server leaves a drink in front of you.

“He stopped me in the quad after my midterm and asked if I could fill in for him. Something came up apparently.” You explain, humming in appreciation when you taste your coffee. “He remembered that I was an Astronomy major and figured I was his best bet I guess.”

Chanhee purses his lips, it’s almost like he knows something you don’t. He nods slowly. “Yeah… I’m sure that’s why…”

The impromptu formal introduction between you goes on without a hitch. It goes so well, that the time flies faster than you’d hoped it would. You get a tiny peek into Choi Chanhee and his life as the TBZ fraternity treasurer, but it’s not enough to satiate that unbearable curiosity that pricks at you.

Thankfully, you have tomorrow to do exactly that.

Heejin and yourself arrive at the Tau Beta Zeta party that Saturday with a goal in mind; Getting Choi Chanhee into bed with you.

Okay. Maybe that wasn’t actually the main objective, but it was definitely a side quest. What you really wanted to do was get him to let his guard down. Like your friend said previously, you were the stereotypical party girl. Had there been a picture beside the term in a dictionary, your pretty little face would be there, a red solo cup in your hand and all. If he wound up being entranced by your womanly witchery, that was on him.

Just like your first go at wooing him, you decided to pull out all the stops. You’d worn your shortest, tightest fitting dress despite the weather not necessarily permitting it. It was a cute black strapless number that you paired with some long heeled boots and a warm fuzzy jacket. You looked hotter than the sun itself, and deep down you’d feel extremely disappointed if he wasn’t falling to his knees for you by the end of the night.

A sense of déjà vu washes over you the moment you step through the front door into the jam packed fraternity house. The bumping early 2000s music and the thrumming of the bass gave you an adrenaline rush like no other. Nothing could waver your confidence this roundabout. He wouldn’t even know what hit him.

Before you sink your claws into the treasurer, you need to grab yourself a drink. You and Heejin take a shot from one of the various liquor bottles on the counter, serving yourselves each a cup of whatever Jacob Bae threw together for the party. It was kind of funny that the resident bartender for these things wasn’t even a member of the frat. You and your friend cheers to the night ahead of you, manifesting that things go your way.

It’s rather easy to catch his eye even in the bustling crowd of drunk college students, glued in his usual spot on one of the living room sofas. His dark hair falls into his eyes when he glances down at his phone to check the time, almost as if he was counting down the hours, the minutes until this party was over. He brushes it out of his face with his index finger at the same time he raises his cup to his mouth, knocking back the contents with a slight wince.

He espies your presence immediately after that, raking your figure with an unrecognizable look in his gaze. Though you were shivering upon entering the house, your skin felt hot to the touch now, the burning intensity of his stare melting away any nerves that might’ve been lingering. You pull your jacket off of your shoulders, tossing it over your forearm as you snake through the bodies sardined between the two of you.

“Hi,” you greet once you’re in front of him. “I’m Y/N.”

His lips quirk upwards and he stands so you’re no longer peering down at him. In spite of meeting each other yesterday, he decides to play along. “I’m Chanhee.”

“Well, Chanhee,” you bite your acrylic nail, not bothering to hide the unabashed desire in your expression and drinking in his appearance like a glass of water. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. You looked bored and I was wondering if I could change that. I know how to have a good time.”

Chanhee thinks it’s cute, the amount of effort you’re putting into this little charade. He doesn’t doubt that you knew of his reputation when it came to sleeping with girls. He knows he’s a bit conscientious when it comes to this sort of thing, but that’s only because he doesn’t want to deal with being seen as someone who’s ran-through. (For an example, please see (No) Strings Attached™.)

However, you were different. Chanhee thought you were cute from the very first time he saw you, which happened to be at a Tau Beta Zeta party last semester. He knew you were friends with Kevin, so maybe it was on him for the delay of your union, but he’d grown a little tired of always making the first move. He’s somewhat grateful that you were the type of girl who set her sights on something and never backed down from it. You were headstrong and that was exactly what had him hooked.

Nevertheless, it would be a bit of an issue. The only part of the rumors surrounding the treasurer that was true, was the part about him preferring his partners to be on the quieter side. There was something about them following his every demand, kneeling at his beck and call, that lit a fire underneath him. The mouthier they were, the less he enjoyed himself. But for some reason, he doesn’t think it’ll bother him as much with you. In fact, he thinks he’ll have fun putting you in your place.

“You know, Y/N,” he pushes your hair over your bare shoulder, letting his thumb graze your warm skin with a small but conniving grin. “I’m not too sure you’ll be able to cure this boredom that’s been plaguing me. It depends on what you have in mind.”

You might cry. A strained groan stays stuck in your throat, fighting to inch its way out of you. Fuck this stupid party. Fuck your stupid idea. You had a new mission. You needed him now and you needed him bad.

Your lips are on his in a matter of seconds, rushed and desperate. You don’t have the strength in you to act like you weren’t just about ready to combust. The curve of a smile can be felt through the kiss, his hands coming to rest on your waist and dig into the fabric of your dress. Had this been any other guy, any other day even, you would’ve freaked out over the PDA. Right now, though, you’re too lost in the moment, too absorbed in the high that kissing Choi Chanhee is providing.

His mouth travels along your jaw and neck, finally snapping you back to reality. With shaky breathing and a wavering voice, you step back from him. “Don’t you want— don’t we need some privacy?”

He laughs like he’s on the inside of a joke you’re unaware of. “Oh, so now you care about privacy? You didn’t when you were trying to seduce me ten minutes ago.”

Your cheeks flush impossibly more, cowering into the space where his shoulder meets his collarbone. All that confidence and for what? He really could not wait another second to see you crumble beneath him.

“Too shy for me to fuck you in front of all these people, sweetheart?” He asks in your ear, leaving a gentle kiss on the lobe as he does so.

You’re dizzy, so dizzy you might faint in the middle of this living room. Who would’ve known that such a pretty boy had such a filthy mouth on him? He knows he’s got you right where he wants you when you fist the material of his shirt, the vibrations of a whine on his neck. It’s kind of comical how little it took for you to crack.

He hauls you away to what you assume is his bedroom, fingers caressing the inside of your wrist. You think maybe he’s all talk, that he’s actually a big softie who couldn’t hurt a fly. The way he’s careful with his touch and making sure he doesn’t lose you as you weave through the other party attendees. At least, that’s what you thought.

But then he’s slamming his door shut and pinning you against it face first. His lips return to their prior position, sucking in the plush skin on your throat and your shoulders. You can feel him pressed into your lower back, hard and ready for you. He doesn’t seem to pay much attention to it, instead trailing his fingers down your front and sneaking under your dress.

He bunches it up around your hips, middle and ring digits circling your clit through the lace of your panties. Everything is escalating too quickly for you to comprehend. You whimper into the wood of the door, drool beginning to pool in your mouth. You’re so needy that you’re salivating over the prospects of what’s to come.

“Want more, Chanhee,” your words are muffled, but he understands you nonetheless.

“You want more?” He pouts, a false tone of sympathy in his voice. “Poor you, asking for something you can’t even handle.”

You squirm, raising your leg in an attempt to reach a different angle. The pads of his fingers apply an increased pressure on your clit, the friction caused by your underwear skyrocketing your heart rate. You know he can feel the pulse when his lips reconnect to that sensitive area just under your jaw. Your back arches, still craving and yearning for additional touch.

His fingers slip into the waistband of your thong, collecting your arousal and using it as a lubricant to glide through your folds. He thrusts two of them in and out of your entrance, the heel of his palm rubbing up against your clit. You moan, louder this time. His free hand shoves the top of your dress down, groping and kneading your bare breast. You wanted more, he’ll give you more.

You’re a whining, squirrely mess, humping his hand like a bitch in heat. It’s hilarious, really. The way you wanted him begging, but the tables seemed to have turned, flipping it the other way around. He ensures that he leaves his mark on you, biting your skin with the intent to bruise. He doesn’t care if you looked like you were attacked by a vicious animal. If Chanhee was anything, he was possessive, wanting everyone to know what was his and not to get near it lest they wanted to keep their lives. What better way to stake his claim than on your body, where anyone could see?

He senses that you’re close to your release, your walls clenching around his fingers and sucking them in further. Most people would’ve been generous, making your orgasm smooth sailing. But Choi Chanhee was not like most people. That much is obvious when he adds a third finger, restraining himself from groaning at the feeling of your cunt constricting and contracting. The stretch has your stomach tying in knots, each one growing tighter and tighter until they just about untangle altogether.

You cum with a guttural groan, nearly convulsing in his hold, but he keeps you pressed to the surface of the door. He doesn’t stop his motions, fingers curling and uncurling like he was reaching for something inside of you. You push your ass into his crotch, another whine escaping your lips when you feel his cock impressing into it. He bites his tongue to refrain from evoking a sound.

The poised nature of your regular personality makes a comeback, one of your hands cupping the side of his face. You pant as you speak, rasping slightly after all the moaning you just did. “Can you fuck me for real now?”

Chanhee forces your underwear down your legs roughly, kicking them out of the way once they hit the floor. “You’re such a goddamn brat. Nothing is ever enough for you is it?” You can hear rustling behind you, the unbuttoning of pants and the discarding of his shirt. And then you feel him. God, you might die. He’s flush between your lower lips, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “Gonna have to fuck you until you learn your place, don’t I?”

He squeezes your cheeks together with his thumb and forefinger, relishing in the adorable pout it forms. All you can do is nod, eyes fluttering shut when he finally slides inside of you. The weight of him sits heavy in your cunt, the singular drive of his hips causing your clit to bump into the door. It sends a rippled shockwave throughout your body, a voluminous moan breaching past your lips. Chanhee rests his forehead on your shoulder, staying still for a moment to gather himself.

It’s not long before he’s pistoning his cock into your pussy like a sword being sheathed and unsheathed. You claw at the wall as a means of grounding yourself, inconsistently paced cries and mewls of pleasure bouncing around the room. He hikes up your leg higher, palming at your tits so he can override your senses any way he can. You’re so lightheaded and tears have begun to spring at the corners of your eyes. It feels too good.

“O-Oh my god, you’re s-so— f-fuck Chanhee,” you babble, gasping for air as he continuously punches it out of you with every inch his cock buries into you.

He’s enjoying himself too much, loving how fucked out you look. He’s reduced you to an incoherent state of being. You curve your back a bit more for him, allowing the depth at which he slips in you to go further.

Unfortunately for you, it doesn’t take much to wind you back up to that summit from previously. You’re on the brink of your second orgasm, your chest heating up and your abdomen contracting. He doesn’t let up, pinching and thumbing at a peaked nipple to egg on your release. This one feels a lot stronger than the first, your knees nearly giving out on you.

“C’mon sweetheart, that’s it,” he coaxes, stroking your hair from your face.

Chanhee fucks you through it, allotting space for you to recover before he’s knocking you onto his bed. He removes your dress entirely and rubs up and down your thighs. The exhaustion is already beginning to settle in, but you realize that he hasn’t finished not once and you’d be hitting your third at this point. You’re overstimulated and your body aches all over, but you push through.

He finds your entrance again, pressing into your cunt with more ease. You whine, smushing your cheek into the mattress. Your toes curl and you fist at the sheets, eyes all but rolling to the back of your head where you see white spots and stars coating your vision. He grips your hips to hold you still, starting to rock back into your pussy with practiced aggression. He’s carnal with his movements, but it’s careful, almost like he doesn’t really want to hurt you.

“It’s too much—“ you interrupt yourself with a wail, the tears from earlier tracking along the sides of your face.

“I’ve fucked you stupid, haven’t I? Thought I was done with you?” He strains, folding over so he can kiss the skin of your collarbone and trail up to your mouth. His lips brush yours when he talks, teasing you as if he hadn’t already fucked you within an inch of your life. “Do you think I’m having fun yet?”

Your cunt sucks him in like a vacuum, your volume rising the closer you get to what you hope is your last orgasm of the night. What you needed was the best sleep ever after this. Your brain can barely form sentences, and you struggle to give him a proper response. “Y-Yes, Cha-Chanhee— oh god— s-so much fun,”

Your breath catches in your throat when that familiar sensation reappears. Chanhee is in his own world, focused on chasing his own release. His nails dig into the fat of your thighs, thrusts becoming deeper and slower. You reach between the two of you to swipe at your clit with your middle and ring fingers, the extra stimulation tipping you over that sweet edge.

Your orgasm crests upon you with so much intensity that you can’t even make a sound. If you do, it’s so far away from you that you don’t hear it. The uncontrollable fluttering of your walls sets Chanhee’s into action, his hips stuttering with a groan that doesn’t meet your ears. He fills you up with enough cum that it begins to spill out of you in spite of his cock still plugged inside your cunt. You both take a moment to recollect your bearings, chests clashing with each rise and fall from your breathing.

After what feels like forever, he pulls out and collapses on the bed beside you, the back of his hand thrown over his forehead.

“Holy shit— I mean— wow I really— I really didn’t think you were so…” You don’t finish your thought, head still stuck on the actions you’d committed prior.

“It’s always the quiet ones.” Chanhee shrugs, sighing dramatically.

“You are not quiet,” you turn your head to give him a pointed look. “But, I’m not complaining. I got my insides rearranged six ways to Sunday. Who’s the real winner here?”

“Me, actually,” he says, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “I’ve had the longer crush.”

“Y-You— huh?!” Your eyes practically bulge out of your head, comically wide like a deer’s caught in headlights. He laughs at your expression.

“I’ve been wanting to make a move on you since last semester,” he admits. “But I was kinda… discouraged? I guess? I feel like I’m the one who puts in too much effort all the time, with everything that I do. I wanted to see if maybe someone would do the same for me. I’m just lucky that it worked out in my favor.”

Your bottom lip juts out and you flip over to peck the tip of his nose tenderly. “Choi Chanhee, you’re extremely lucky. I almost gave up on you, like, a couple days ago.”

Chanhee’s laughter grows and he kisses you softly. “Well, I’m glad that you didn’t. Now I can take you on a real date to that space cafe. Not one that Kevin forced on us.”

“I like the sound of that.” You smile, cuddling into his side.

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲

demon (in human form)!ji changmin x afab!reader

it's a silly thing that brings you both to intimacy, but the intimacy is never silly.

3.0k words, smut (minors dni), incredibly soft sex, talks abt sex/dicks lol (if u can't talk abt it, then don't do it!), unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it bro), penetrative sex, fingering, low-key body worship (f.receiving), so much kissing, pet name (sweetheart), mentions of a broken wrist and scars?

a/n: this is an extension to my fic night terrors on my main! there are a couple refs from the fic, but the established dynamic is a huge turnaround for me in terms of writing for changmin if u haven't read night terrors yet LMAO anyways, for me and @mosviqu ily bar!! <3

CHANGMIN HAD GROWN USED TO your random questions of curiosity. There was, after all, so much you didn't know about his world, and for the most part, he was perfectly fine divulging information to you and being honest. He cared about you, after all. Loved you, even. It was just what he felt around and about and for you.

“How do demons have sex?”

He nearly snorted water through his nose.

You glanced over at him innocently from where you were perched on the hotel bed, your phone connected to its charger discarded on the nightstand.

He cleared his throat, capping the water bottle and setting it aside so he wouldn't choke again. “Sorry?” He sputtered, thumping his fist against his chest.

Your eyelashes fluttered and you replied airily, “Do you have sex the way humans do? Like… vaginal penetration or…? Am I making sense? Do you even have a—”

“Yn, I have a dick,” he cut in, then made a face. “Why are we having this conversation again?”

The two of you were holed up in a hotel several hours’ ride from Moonstone Creek. You were currently on your way to meet one of Changmin's clients about a missing lucky witch's cauldron. Instead of shacking up at a motel, you insisted on staying at a nicer hotel for once. Screw saving money this time; your ass deserved a break after sitting in his car for however long. Maybe you should invest in a butt pad…

You shrugged, shifting your position so you sat at the foot of the bed with your feet dangling over the edge. You held your dominant wrist with the other hand—a month had passed since it had been shattered, and though almost completely healed, it was still a little tender. “I was just thinking,” you said. “Is it like a human d—”

“It's a penis, Yn,” he deadpanned. “You've seen one, right?”

Your skin warmed. “Of course, I have,” you sputtered. “I was just curious about your—” You stopped yourself. “That sounds wrong.”

Changmin arched a brow at you, braiding his arms over his chest as he leaned against the table across from you. “Supernatural creatures do have needs, too, you know. Sex isn't just a human thing.”

“I know that,” you shot back. Sex definitely wasn't exclusive to humans. “When was the last time you had sex?"

“I don't understand where this is coming from.”

“Are you a virgin?”

A laugh bubbled out of his mouth. “I think it's impossible for a demon to be a virgin in any sense,” he said, head tilted to the side, tongue tracing his slight smile. It was funny for him to think about, really.

His eyes fixated on you again. “Are you a virgin?”

“Me? No.” Even when you were working your ass off for your accounting degree, you managed to find time to socialize with somebody. It hadn't been that special, really, but the guy had been decent and not an asshole. By your limited scope, that was as okay a time as any.

The room descended into silence.

You could tell he was thinking about something with the crease between his brows and the muscle in his jaw twitching. You didn't know what it was, but you could read that much.

“So why haven't we had sex yet?” was the question that popped out of your mouth next. It wasn't necessarily directed for him to answer; it was more so a… thinking-aloud situation… right…

But by the surprise that flickered across his face, he was going to answer it anyway. “I—I don't know. I guess…” He scratched the side of his head. “I never really thought about it.”

“Oh.”

You could see the regret as soon as he said it.

He brushed a hand through his hair, stepping over to you and kneeling in front of you. His eyes fluttered closed for a second before opening again. “I didn't mean it—like that. I just mean that so much has happened that it's the last thing on my mind. I didn't want it to come off like I only wanted that from you.”

“I know you don't,” you said, leaning onto your knees to lower your face slightly toward his. “But we both have needs, don't we?”

“Are you saying you're in the mood?” He asked.

“I mean—I was looking out for both of us.” You sat up again, leaning back onto your hands, putting more emphasis on your nondominant one. He followed you up and stood between your legs, knee pressing down onto the mattress to lean over you and collect you in his arms.

You both tumbled onto the sheets, your face pressed to his chest and his chin tucked over your head, legs tangled together. “I don't know,” you muttered, “it's been a good month, and I guess I was just…” Insecure. “I’m being ridiculous though,” you laughed the thought away, “every couple goes at their own pace.”

His fingers grasped your chin and pulled your eyes to meet his. The eye contact was strangely intimate with him as it always was. “Yn,” he said lowly, “you’re not being ridiculous.”

He rolled his body over yours, arms bracketed around your head with your noses a breath apart. “Can I kiss you?” He asked in earnest, searching your face.

You nodded, eyes wide. “Yes.”

His hand curled around the back of your head as he lowered his mouth over yours. Your nose slotted beside his, and you raised your upper body to hold onto him and press yourself all the more close. You sighed, his tongue pressing into your mouth to deepen the kiss.

There had been a few other times you'd kissed before. There was no rush with this one. He took his sweet time with you, kissing you languidly, devouring you whole. His limbs wrapped around you like a python so you were unable to leave his grasp—as if you wanted to.

When you broke apart, you were flushed and his breathing was heavy. He brushed the hair from your face, your eyes glazed as you stared up at him. “I've never been intimate with someone I care so much about,” he confessed, his voice gravelly from the kiss. Your lips parted for his thumb as he dragged it over your bottom lip.

“Me neither,” you told him. You reached up to run your hand through his hair. “Is it scary?”

“The way I feel about you?” He wrestled down a swallow. “I'm terrified.” Terrified to break you, to lose you, to hurt you. Everything in between.

It wasn't always that you were given the privilege of seeing him so open and vulnerable. He had slowly become better around you, especially around you, but there was still a few things you had to get past. It was okay though; he just needed time. That much you understood. This was new to you, too.

“I'm nervous,” you admitted quietly, “but I trust you.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your mouth. Your eyes fluttered closed. “I trust you, too.”

Changmin brought his lips to the corner of your mouth, then to the underside of your jaw. Your fingers buried themselves into his hair as he trailed his lips down the column of your neck as if to taste every inch of your skin.

Your heart palpitated in your chest and you held him close, neck craned to encourage him. A moan slipped from your mouth when you felt his teeth graze your pulse. The rough pad of his tongue swiped over the mark he left.

It was strange to think of how trust and love worked. It would be so easy to rip your throat out, but instead, he was here kissing you.

His fingers danced along the bottom hem of your shirt in silent question, and you guided his hand beneath the fabric and along your bare skin. You shuddered as his fingers trailed up your side and reached the edge of your bra.

He raised his lips up to meet yours again, eyes half lidded.

Your shirt came up and over your head, bra clasp unsnapping behind your body until your top half was bare before him.

And he looked at you under him with an expression you couldn't discern immediately. It was that thing he always did, the look he had in his eyes when he stared at you, but this time felt slightly different.

You shied away into yourself, one of your arms coming to lie across your chest. “What?” You let out a small laugh.

He swallowed, meeting your eyes. “I…” Changmin took your arm and brought your once-shattered wrist to his mouth. He pinned your arm above your head then, so he could see you. “Nothing, I just—you’re beautiful.”

Your resolve softened. “You can touch me.”

He kissed you again then, softly, one palm enclosing around your left breast. You shivered, your heart throwing itself up against its confines so it might reach the hand it wanted to be held in.

Changmin rolled one perked nipple between his fingers and you arched your chest up into his hand.

“I never say it—” He said, tongue swiping over your lips again for any and every taste of you, “—as much as you deserve to hear it.”

His lips met your pulse again, mouth trailing down your clavicle, to the pendant resting on your sternum. The pulsing of the scarlet mirrored your own racing heartbeat and gave your state of mind clean away. Every touch of his lips, lap of his tongue, nip of his teeth along your skin felt like he was tracing your outline and committing you to memory. Every inch of you, loved and worshiped and acknowledged. Not his to own, but his to cherish.

Changmin's shirt came off next, exposing a toned upper body marked in faded white scars here and there. Oh, to kiss each mark upon his body—an endeavor for another time. The twin to your necklace swung over you from around his neck as he returned himself to your embrace.

“You're beautiful, too—d’you know that?” You murmured to him between the breaths between kisses.

“Only if you show me.”

You smiled against his mouth. “Deal.”

You felt his mouth curl up in a similar gesture, his arms wrapping around your waist and pressing the length of his body against yours. His weight was a comfort, kissing him was a dream.

Changmin tugged the waistline of your pants down, fingers hooking in the elastic of your underwear, then pausing. “This okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded, and you helped kick your bottoms off and away. He was swift to follow suit, the belt of his buckle clinking together as he slid it off, then his jeans, and boxers. You could see the outline of his cock strain through the fabric before his aching, reddened length slapped against his lower stomach.

“Would it ruin the mood if I said that probably isn't what your demon form dick looks like?” You asked cheekily as he clambered back over you.

Changmin rolled his eyes. “I'm tryna be romantic and all you can talk about is—mmmph!”

You silenced him by dragging his mouth back down to yours. He melted into you, weaving his hand between your bodies so he could drag his fingers through your lower lips. You jolted at the feeling, your hips twitching in his direction in a silent plea.

He groaned low into your mouth, withdrawing as he circled his fingers through your arousal. “Is this all for me?” He asked, dipping a finger into your cunt. His thumb drew dizzying circles into your clit, and you swore you saw stars.

“Yeah, 's all for you,” you exhaled, earning you a searing kiss as he swallowed those words.

You pushed your hips against his hand, a pair of his thick fingers filling you up and curling against the sweet, gummy spot of your inner walls. It was as if he knew exactly where to find it, and knew exactly how much pressure would make you rocket up toward white-hot bliss.

You whimpered against his mouth as the tension in the pit of your stomach wound up tightly. “Changmin—”

“You close, sweetheart? Wanna see how pretty you look when you come.”

His thumb branded your clit with his fingerprint and drove you to insanity. Blood rushed in your ears, head spinning as he helped you over that crest. You cried out as you crashed and the steady pumping of his fingers coaxed you through it. Your fingers dug into the muscle of his shoulders, grounding you as your legs shook and toes curled.

His fingers maintained their steady pace as you came down from the high. You imagined you looked like something of a hot mess beneath him, but when your eyes fluttered up to meet his, you were struck by the tenderness in those dark irises.

When you could breathe evenly, he withdrew his fingers and collected your come to thumb over the pearl beaded at the tip of his cock. “Are you—was that okay?” He asked, his free hand thumbing your cheek. You saw his jaw twitch as he pumped his cock with his other hand, slickened with both of your arousal.

You gave a breathy laugh, and he nearly stopped at the sight of your smile. “Okay? That was—that was more than okay,” you said. “Ji Changmin, come here. Let me kiss you.”

It was something in the way he crushed his mouth against yours this time, one hand cradling the side of your face like you were all he ever wanted—the other coming up to grasp your side—that had your stomach doing flips. And if actions spoke louder than words, you wanted to believe that he was yelling them at you now. If he couldn't bring himself to scream them from the top of a building, this would be enough.

Your nose gently bumped against his. “Can I do something for you?”

He replied lowly between kisses, “Another time. Just… let me do this for you. It'll be enough for me.”

You melted in his hold, as if he didn't make you a fuzzy-chested, dizzy-headed mess all the time.

You felt him nudge your opening, and you locked your hands around his neck. Slowly, you felt a delicious stretch as he pushed into you. Changmin groaned into your neck, the sound making you arch yourself into him further. His voice alone sent you careening toward your own climax, it was so sensual.

Once he sat in you to the hilt, hips locked against hips, he lingered to give you a moment to get comfortable. The girth of him filled you up delectably, the pain only the undertone to pleasure.

He raised his head out of the crook of your neck. “Sweetheart?”

“Yeah—” you nodded, “—I’m good.”

He returned the gesture, biting his lip, then swooping down to kiss you again. “You're doing so well for me,” he murmured. “So warm, so tight. Fuck, you feel divine.”

He pulled himself out slightly, then gave an experimental thrust of his hips. Your hold tightened around him, a moan slipping from your lips. He held you as he continued this motion, a steady and strong rocking of his hips against yours, cock dragging along your walls in confident strokes.

He tucked his head back into your shoulder, lips pressing open mouthed kisses to your hot skin. You could feel the dampness between your thighs dribble down your legs, and you were gradually clambering back onto that hill with your stomach twisting in pleasure.

His labored breathing filled your ear, followed by his mouth—marks lovingly pressed into your flesh and whispered in your ear. You locked a leg around his slim waist and met his thrusts, the pacing quickening slightly as you both began approaching your highs.

Your voice came out choked and desperate. “Changmin, I'm…”

“Yeah, sweetheart; I got you.” Changmin pushed himself back up to hover over you for the last few thrusts, his lips pressed together tightly and sweat dripping down the slope of his nose. He slipped a hand between your bodies again and worked at your nub—and it was all you needed to be pushed over that edge again.

You cried out his name, fingernails burying themselves in his shoulders. You clenched down hard around him, breathing hard and ragged.

You thought you heard him groan out your name as his hips stilled and he came. You exhaled heavily, his body wrapping around yours again while you both caught your breath and descended from bliss.

He left a kiss just below your ear and you cupped the back of his head and shoulders to your body. “Fuck me,” he muttered, rolling your bodies to the side, legs sticky and tangled together.

“Didn't I just do that?” You mused.

He chuckled, moving his head to bump his nose against yours. “Yeah, guess so.” Changmin gazed at you then, eyes searching and searching and searching. You never asked what he was looking for; you always figured he'd one day be able to tell you.

He licked his lips and a crease formed between his brows. “Yn… Yn, I…”

The voice inside his throat remained trapped, the words on his tongue froze. You looked up at him, glassy-eyed and patient, the tilt of your lips so sweet and terribly beautiful. He'd never been at such a loss for words.

You moved forward to press a kiss to his mouth. “I know,” you said. Even if he couldn't say it yet, you always knew.

He swallowed, a moment of silence falling between the two of you. His heart careened against his chest, and he was sure if the amulet he wore now had his blood running through it, the damn thing would pound away like a galloping horse.

He wondered how he got so lucky.

But though he couldn't express it in words, he would always find a different way to reassure you that he felt the same. Changmin leaned forward and wordlessly captured your lips again, rolling you onto your back and pressing every last word he hadn't the guts to say into this searing kiss.

I love you, I adore you. Thank you. Be mine, in life and death; mortally and immortally. Every promise, he would strive to keep.

a/n: at one point, yes, i will write abt sex in his demon form LMAO what did u expect from me 🤣 anyways, this turned out to be around the length of an actual chapter of nt haha

m.list

#the boyz x reader #the boyz smut #ji changmin x reader #changmin x reader #ji changmin smut #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz fanfic #the boyz drabbles #the boyz oneshot #ji changmin oneshot #ji changmin imagines #ji changmin scenarios #ji changmin drabbles

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stealanity · 2 months

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playlist one , the boyz ( cch to src ) :

⠀

ꕤ choi chanhee ,

the so-called boyfriend ( smau , hiatus )

better

yarrow

cry for me

strawberry flavor

⠀

[ 8:42pm ]

[ 10:42pm ]

[ 11:12pm ]

[ 5:25am ]

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ꕤ ji changmin ,

you did well

lying eyes

first love

dream of you

dream of you ( part two )

⠀

[ 10:32pm ]

[ 2:24am ]

[ 6:17am ]

[ 6:14pm ]

⠀

ꕤ ju haknyeon ,

our secret little date

⠀

[ 12:24pm ]

[ 8:23pm ]

[ 9:36pm ]

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ꕤ kim sunwoo ,

color palette ( smau , finished )

game over ( ft. eric , written serie , discontinued )

you're save

late night kiss

a to z being your boyfriend

old toy

new toy

ghost train

just friends

easier

unashamedly

⠀

[ 3:47am ]

[ 3:45am ]

[ 9:45pm ]

[ 6:38pm ]

[ 11:57pm ]

[ 11:25pm ]

⠀

ꕤ sohn eric ,

endless race ( smau , finished )

game over ( ft. sunwoo , written serie , discontinued )

age of love

broken night

never be you

roulette to your heart

because of you

black hair & red lipstick

all over

one bed

birthday present(s)

⠀

[ 3:22pm ]

[ 2:56pm ]

[ 2:24pm ]

[ 2:04am ]

⠀

ꕤ ot-eleven ,

sorry, for breaking your heart ( written serie , hiatus )

kiss or kill? ( one shot )

the boyz as the vamps' songs

october 19 : international kiss your crush day

kiss their s/o for the first time

their s/o asking them for one last kiss

their s/o having a habit of sitting on their lap

their s/o being drunk

their s/o cutting their hair short

their s/o holding hands when they're anxious / clingy

their crush not being touchy

always having an extra scrunchie for their s/o

watching a horror movie with their s/o

sharing a bed with their s/o for the first time

accidently outing their relationship on vlive

⠀

. . . link to hyung line !

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zzoguri · 9 months

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of linked arms and bruised hearts (you are the reason i keep on going) ➵ masterlist

non-idol!ji changmin x reader, slight non-idol!jacob bae x reader

you and changmin have been best friends since high school, having seen each other at their best and worst. now in your second year of university, you are given the opportunity to work with the unattainable 5th-year you have had a crush on since—jacob bae. with your best friend on the receiving end of your rambles, you could only hope for something to come out of your time working with jacob. that is until changmin decides he wants something more out of his relationship with you.

general genre/warnings ➵ friends to lovers, slow burn, so much FLUFF, afab reader (they/them pronouns), slice of life, drinking, suggestive themes, so much platonic love in general, expect a lot of sentimental talks and bantering between changmin and reader, a lot of publication talk (sorry i am a writer), sunwoo is a shithead (and a terrible wingman), sweet angel jacob with his SIGNATURE SMILE!!!, also he may not be unattainable after all???, too domestic (not for the faint of heart), light angst on jacob's end though (i'm sorry baby), kissing and poetic words both from reader and changmin, a lot of tearjerker moments

word count for official parts ➵ 72.5k words

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez @sungbeam @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @mosviqu @vernyangel

playlist ➵ tongue tied by grouplove // supercut by lorde // falling behind by laufey // bad by wave to earth // ribs by lorde // bunk beds by dori valentine // bloom - bonus track by the paper kites // invisible string by taylor swift // apple pie by lizzy mcalpine // with you by seth arlan // love you twice by huh yunjin // captivated by iv of spades // i choose you by adam melchor // if there's nothing left... by niki // pancakes for dinner by lizzy mcalpine // around by niki // huwag kang matakot by reese lansangan // love. by wave to earth // old with you by grentperez // pasilyo by sunkissed lola //i <3 u by boy pablo // lucky by jazon mraz and colbie caillat // home by reese lansangan // sunny days by wave to earth

a/n ➵ hi everyone! welcome to the "of linked arms and bruised hearts (you are the reason i keep on going)" universe </3 making a series masterlist was long overdue tbh but surprise!! i don't plan on letting this pairing go easily, so i needed a proper way to have every part and drabble from this universe together!! i hope you guys enjoy this universe as much as i did writing it, and i hope you'll be seated for the little oneshots/drabbles that will come out. i would really appreciate it if you could take the time to reblog this.

want to be part of my taglist? send me an ask! masterlist

official parts ➵ one

➵ two

you expect that spending time with your crush will only have you falling harder for him. yet, you find yourself unsure of ever having a relationship with him. you need time to sort through what you want with jacob, but a trip back to cheongju for the winter break only brings you newfound emotions toward changmin.

➵ three

now face-to-face with your newfound affection towards changmin, you struggle to determine whether this is platonic or romantic in nature. but with time, you realize that it is not so bad to be in love with your best friend after all.

drabbles/one shots ➵ side-by-side bylines

when you first meet ji changmin, you note him as the intimidating friend of kim sunwoo. but when you are tasked to work with him in your high school's publication, you learn that he is not so bad after all. (in other words, how you became friends with changmin)

➵ used-up cotton pads

in every party, your best friend never fails to take care of you. (in other words, how changmin makes sure to take off your makeup before going to sleep)

➵ tossed-up bouquets and unworn heels

hanhee and byungho are finally getting married, and you and changmin are left with the duty to make sure everything is in order. (in other words, you cannot help but wonder how married life would turn out for you two)

➵ from start to end

to wake up in changmin's embrace means to go to sleep in his arms as well. (in other words, your domestic life with the preschool teacher | sort of an epilogue)

#zzoguri works #deoboyznet #kflixnet #bjnet #k-labels #the boyz #ji changmin #the boyz x reader #changmin x reader #ji changmin x reader #ji changmin fluff #the boyz fluff #q x reader #kyu x reader #of linked arms and bruised hearts (you are the reason i keep on going)

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shanbinswf · 9 months

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STRIPPER — ji changmin [repost]

landing page. main masterlist.

pairing: stripper changmin x afab reader

genre: smut (mdni)

plot: your friends found a hobby of going to different strip clubs and bars. you joined in on their weekly 'night out', but for the first time ever, you found a man who managed to pique your interest.

wc: 1791

warnings under the cut.

warnings: changming is a stipper, he acts a little bit like a whore but we love it, exhibitionism (changmin convinces reader to go down on him in the club), big dick!changmin, mild mentions of dom changmin and sub reader but also not really, oral (m. receiving), hints that they go home together and fuck - not written.

Your friends liked nothing more to waste their schedule-free evenings than to go to a different strip club every Saturday night and waste endless money and time there. They didn’t care if the dancers were male or female, as long as the booze was flowing and hips were shaking, your friends deemed it a great night. You all earned more than enough money to throw some away so freely, so it didn’t make much of a dent in your bank accounts.

You joined in about 50% of the time. You enjoyed the carefree feeling and you never felt judged in the clubs you attended. You were never really hit on, you just hung out with your friends, got drunk, and appreciated some barely-clothed hot people dancing to some sensual music; or sometimes an upbeat dance song which never failed to ignite the dancing-fever inside of all the club goers.

You were apprehensive when your friends invited you to the newest and hottest club in town, however. It was one that was designed just for women as the audience — no men allowed besides the workers. They hired the hottest men and women, and they offered free drinks during a certain time period to differing age groups. They also offered ‘Platinum Services’, which you heard through the grapevine pretty much meant the strippers would get fully naked given the right price.

Another rumour that made the place all the more popular was that the owners allowed their strippers and audience to touch one another, should the stripper wish to get some kind of action with a certain audience member. Free of charge. In fact, as rumour had it, the stripper was usually the one who was expected to pay for a hotel room for the night—so things would end up in the lucky audience member’s favour more often than not.

You entered the club in your best, most expensive red dress that was made of velvet. The dress was comfortable to wear, and looked great. Everything about it made it worth the pricey cost you had to dish out on your credit card. Your golden high heels, which wrapped around your ankles in thin straps of lackluster support, were a huge risk against your inability to stand straight while drunk. You knew you risked falling or twist your ankle at any given time, so you clung to your closest friend and the nearest wall to ensure you remained balanced and your ankles free of injury.

Your friend laughed warmly as her hands moved from your arm to your wrist, helping you sit down at a table right by the walkway that connected to the stage. You admired a dancer who walked paster in a black one piece swimsuit like outfit, and you nodded your head. “She looks amazing, I wish I could look that great in a swimsuit.”

Your friend laughed and pulled up the chair beside you to sit down, your other friends bringing drinks from the bar. You watched as a young man walked behind them, about your age if not ever so slightly older. He had a tray of shots in rainbow colours, and his smile was addictive.

Your friends placed a vodka and coke before you before they placed their own drinks at their seats. The man dressed in a tight white shirt with a bow and black dress pants placed the tray of shots in the middle of the table but made the awkward way around the table to ensure he brushed against you as he did so. His breath fanned the bare skin of your shoulder, and his cologne suffocated your sensed like an aphrodisiac.

You closed your eyes, praying for some space or else you knew you would likely beg the man to let you into his bed by the end of the night. Your friend beside you giggled lightly, and then your felt the cold air around you again and the sent of his cologne drifted away. You opened your eyes, and found the man had just… disappeared. You rushed to crane your neck and look around in search for him, but you failed to find him. You sat back down, deflated.

Hours later and several dancers had graced the stage. One of the hottest women you had seen in your life stole your friend away for the night, so you remained with two other friends but you weren’t as close to them. You decided to try to distract yourself with the free bar for the hour that was offered to your age group. You downed many shots, and your brain was becoming hazy.

You felt a hand on your waist, and another gently hold your wrist before pulling your hand away from your face as you attempted to take another shot. “You’ve had six already, don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

You turned to look at the man who had dared to stop you only to find him again, but this time he was without his white shirt. He was in black dressy shorts, and the black bow remained against his neck. You didn’t get a chance to look at him properly earlier, but now you had a full view of his face, you swore your knees were going to buckle.

How could a man be so beautiful?

You stared at him, lips parted and eyes hooded. He brought his hand away from your wrist but rested it on the side of your neck, his lips pouting. “I’m talking to you, princess. Are you really just going to ignore me like that?”

You rushed to shake your head and turned to face him, his hands never once leaving your body. His touch was feather-light, but your body buzzed as you craved to feel more of his skin against your own.

“I’m not that drunk, just… lonely, I guess?” You shrugged, tilting your head to the side ever so slightly. He couldn’t help but feel seduced by the simple action, knowing you had meant it innocently.

God, he wanted to corrupt the fuck out of you.

His hand moved from your neck to your jaw, his thumb rubbing your red stained lowed lip. His eyes flickered down to your lips, and you felt like you were vulnerable under his intense visual inspection.

“You spent all my stage time here at the bar instead of watching me, pretty girl. I think you need to make it up to me, don’t you agree?” The man asked. Your hands moved to his chest, but stopped before you touched his skin. He looked up at your eyes, nodding slightly to let you know it was okay for you to touch him.

“How do you want me to do that?” You asked, your voice innocent sounding but the way your hands rubbed slowly against his skin told him he had a lot more on his hands when it came to you than he first thought.

“You can call me Changmin,” His voice was low and his eyes were locked on your lips. He was addicted to you, chasing the feeling of the high which he knew would come when he could finally have his cock buried in you.

“That wasn’t an answer to my question, Changmin,” You daringly pushed your body closer to his, his hand making it’s way down to your neck. His fingers ghosted over the skin, but decided to take no action. Instead, his hand went to your shoulder and he pushed, signalling for you to get on your knees.

And you did just as he requested.

Your hands, as if there were magnets in them, rushed to his wait. You grabbed the buckle of his belt and rushed to undo it, then you pulled the leather and it fell out of the loops of his shorts. His shorts, a size too big, shamelessly fell down without the support to reveal he was wearing nothing else, no boxers for support.

Your eyes widen at the size of his half-hard dick and you gulped, looking up at him with parted lips and wide eyes. “It’s too big…” You began, but Changmin tutted and gently brought his thumb to rub your lower lip once again.

“Come on princess, I know you can take it,” He smirked, feeling eyes of nearby party goers on you both, but neither of you seemed to care, too lose in the haze of touching one another.

You opened your mouth, and Changmin pushed his thumb inside. You took the hint and swirled your tongue around it before sucking. Changmin there his head back, letting out a loud and shameless groan at the feeling. His cock throbbed with need, he had to have your mouth around him or he felt he would combust before you.

Changmin pulled his thumb out but kept his hand on your head as he guided you to where he needed you most. While nervous, a part of you wanted to please the man so you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to press against the tip, one of your hands wrapping around him.

You pumped the shaft of his cock while your tongue skilfully swirled around the tip. You slowly took the tip more into your mouth and closed your lips around it, hallowing out your cheeks. You sucked the tip at first, too scared to move down so soon. But the moans coming from the man above you only ignited a fire in you, a fire of passion that caused you to want to make him cum for you, and only you.

You pushed your head down as far as you could go before you felt you were going to ignite your gag reflex, then you pulled back to the tip again. Your head moved in sync with your hand that was at the shaft. You kept moving back and forth, sucking the tip harder each time you reached it.

His moans grew louder, breathier, needier. You knew he would cum any second, but you never expected it to be as quick as it was. Your eyes went wide as he tried to pull you off him, but you took all of his seed in your mouth with pride. He finally managed to pull you off his dick and looked down at you with tired eyes, but he somewhat looked amazed also.

You stood, grabbing a napkin and spitting out his cum before you grabbed your shot and downed it, then you turn to him with a smile. “Is that good enough to make you forgive me?” You asked, pouting your lips dramatically.

Changmin cocked an eyebrow, his lips twitching up into a smirk. “I booked a hotel room for the night… Care to join me?”

#the boyz #the boyz smut #the boyz scenarios #changmin #the boyz changmin #the boyz ji changmin #ji changmin #the boyz changmin smut #changmin smut #changmin scenarios #q smut #the boyz q #the boyz q smut #the boyz q scenario #q scenario

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daisyvisions · 1 year

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Ji Changmin Masterlist ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

Series ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ to be written…

One-shots ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ Kinktober Day 19 - Face Fucking

➤ Forget About It

After spotting your ex at a party, all you wanted to do was forget about him. And thank god Changmin is there to help you do just that.

Blurbs & Requests ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ Front Row Seat (neighbor! x voyeurism)

➤ Caught in the Rain (bully! x car sex)

➤ SunNyuKyu Threesome

➤ Changmin's Kinks and Turn-ons

➤ [9:47PM] Jump Scare

Others ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ Yandere! Changmin suddenly becomes soft

Hard Hours ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ under construction 🚧

Masterlist

#the boyz #Kpop fics #the boyz fanfic #tbz fics #tbz scenarios #tbz smut #the boyz smut #kpop smut #the boyz hard hours #the boyz scenarios #changmin hard hours #ji changmin smut #changmin smut

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sungbeam · 1 year

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𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐬

ji changmin x gn!reader

0.5k words, fluff, serenity, a little silliness, a lot of love

a/n: i'd like to thank pinterest for this. again 💀 a kyu fic for the third time, ik we don't talk abt it

In the smack middle of nowhere, Arizona, the United States, Ji Changmin sat across from you in a retro diner off the interstate. The two of you were staying at a motel just down the street as a rest stop on your road trip through a few of the west coast states. Hitting a few of the national parks was also a huge plus, but so was the alone time with you.

A week—just you, him, and the open road.

It was molten hot in Arizona, and the diner was only equipped with a shitty ventilation system that made the air feel thicker and more humid than the dry climate outside. He could feel the sweat dripping down the back of his neck like the water pebbling on the outside of his glass of ice water.

But… there was one reprieve. He wasn't one for cheesy lines, but the booth the two of you were seated at had the perfect lighting for you. The midmorning sunlight spilled in through the window to the table's left, washing you in this beautiful, ethereal filter. You didn't need a filter, of course, but your hair was falling in your eyes and there was something about your soft-cornered smile…

You squeezed the juice and pulp of a lemon wedge into your glass of ice water, setting the used fruit onto a napkin to the side. When you lifted the straw to your mouth, your shoulders sagged in relief, and you absentmindedly brushed a strand of hair from your face.

It hit him then.

Changmin realized how much he loved you. How much this moment meant to him. How much time seemed to slow, like even the dust particles were assisting in the illusion.

You suddenly raised your head, eyebrows shooting upward in question. You smiled and set the cup on the table. "What?" You chuckled.

Changmin's heart leapt into his throat; the words sat upon his tongue, primed and ready to be loosened upon the world. It would be so easy… and yet, his heart sped up at the mere thought of racking up the courage to say three, simple words.

He swallowed, returning your smile. A piece of a discarded straw wrapper sat between his thumbs and pointer fingers, crumpled into a ball.

He set it on the table and flicked it at you. "Catch."

"Kyu," you exclaimed, smile widening as you manage to fumble the wrapper in between your fingers.

Changmin grinned, dimples pressing into his cheeks. "Shoot it back at me," he urged, cupping his hands in front of him.

Instead of shooting the wadded up wrapper, you reached for one of the sugar packets tucked into the container at the end of the table. You pinched the corner to hold one end up, then flicked your finger at it as hard as you could.

The two of you erupted into giggles as the sugar packet thumped against Changmin's chest—he slapped his hand over its position to catch it—just a little ways from his beating heart. Changmin didn't like hopelessly romantic coincidences, but he couldn't help the flutter of the organ in his ribcage at the way you looked at him.

"What're you waiting for?" You teased.

I love you, he wanted to say. Over and over and over again. Yet, he saved his words, saved his breath, perhaps channeled it into the sugar packet as he lined up his shot. And when you caught it with that twinkle of sunlight in your eyes, he could believe that you knew he loved you anyway.

tbz m.list

permanent taglist: @tayunji @im-a-big-mess @honeyhuii @y3jiishot @crazywittysassy @seomisaho @stopeatread @enhacolor @rnjfy @jaehunnyy @kpopjackie @spiderrenjunfics @soobin-chois @mingiholic @ja4hyvn @ethereal-engene @justalildumpling @vatterie @yogurteume

#the boyz x reader #ji changmin x reader #changmin x reader #q x reader #the boyz fluff #the boyz drabble #the boyz imagines #the boyz fanfic #the boyz scenarios #changmin fluff #changmin imagines #changmin drabble #changmin scenarios

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sanjoongie · 1 year

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Congratulations on your one year🥳🎂 one day I'll buy you a real cake 🥺😂 I got chu

I wanna play along so I'll do "Arrows of Sin"

~Topaz: i will look forward to you fixing the cake debt >< thank you for encouraging my thoughts, helping me provide a 'who' when i ask 'who in ateez would do this' and generally allowing me to torture you with whatever i write. you work hard being my beta and there's not a day that doesn't go by that i'm not thankful you're my friend~ this is for youuuuuuuu

Arrows of Sin

✧Pairing: Ji Changmin x Reader (f) ✧Genre: smut ✧Au: fairy tale, sleep demon (incubus?), video game au, break the (forth) wall, hints of horror? ✧Word Count: 1,175 ✧Warnings: seduction through dreams~, penetrative sex without barrier, oral f receiving, edging/denial, degradation kink, ✧Rated: 18+ MDNI

Changmin closed one eye, pulled back the bow string, let out all of his breath and then released the string. His arrow went flying but not towards the target he’d rather. There was Yunho, once again, talking to his love. And wasn’t she just twirling her hair and giggling at the cur. Changmin picked up another arrow and shot it into the bull’s eye. Again. His jaw tightened in anger. He had to will himself to not rotate his body and aim the next arrow at Yunho.

At the castle of Happily Ever After, there was only one outcome in this game: the prince Yunho and the princess were to end up together no matter what difficulties they endured. The princess could be kidnapped, it could be revealed that Yunho has a dark side, none of that mattered because the ending was always the same. You guessed it, Happily Ever After, only for them. But couldn't the rules be tweaked just a little bit?

So Changmin sneaked into Yunho’s rooms late at night, clasped a hand over the Prince’s mouth and made a pact in the shadows of the moon. The pact was with a sleep demon. In exchange for providing the demon with a permanent food source, the demon would lend Changmin the power to visit the princess in her dreams. This way, Yunho was out of the picture, in perfect health but never waking up, while Changmin could subtly encourage the princess to fall in love with him instead.

The princess was deep asleep when Changmin came to her. Her cherry-red lips were in a tiny pout but she slumbered peacefully. Changmin kissed her forehead and then he was able to crawl inside of her dreams until he broke the pact with the demon.

The first few dreams were simple whispers of what could be. A laugh, a whisper, a kiss, nothing too in your face. The princess was distraught, after all, over Yunho being in a deep sleep in which he could not awake from. But then Changmin pushed into her dreams physically and lured her there. A dimpled smile, a hearty laugh, and soon the princess was sending him small smiles his way.

The piece de la resistance was when he dared to go where he had been trembling in anticipation for. He wove a dream of lace and sunsets; a bedroom pretty enough for the apple of his eye. There he pushed her body into the plush bedding and kissed her neck. The princess protested demurely even though she opened her legs for him willingly. He licked and sucked marks along her skin and she moaned wantonly for him, running her hand up the nape of his neck to dig her nails into his scalp. She was soon mewling his name, begging for more.

“I want to hear you say it, princess,” Changmin growled.

“Changmin, please, I need you inside of me,” She whined, bucking her hips upwards.

“Anything for you, beloved,” Changmin cooed and proceeded to remove the princess’s undergarments with his teeth.

He wrapped his arms around her thighs and proceeded to lick her lower half until her back was bowed and she was crying pretty tears of need for him. And still he didn’t give her any release. He made sure to kiss every part of her squishable body, using his hands to swirl and squeeze the flesh that was all his now. The princess switched between sweet cries and deep demands, and still Changmin denied her.

The princess was a writhing, wet wreck below him and it was everything he wanted in life. “Darling, what do you want the most?”

The princess grabbed his labels and pulled him close to her face. “Take me from behind like a beast does for his mate.”

Changmin quirked an eyebrow at her brazenness. “Princess?”

“Make me feel like a dirty wench,” She said, eyes downcast, and back to being the blushing princess.

Changmin wasn’t sure if this was the princess’s dream anymore or his. Surely the princess would never be this debased for Yunho? Here he was, amongst the pink and the plush, and the princess wanted lecherous scenes for her pleasure. Changmin wanted to fill that void for her. He wanted her addicted to his body from the dreams so that the princess would be pushed to press for him in real life.

Changmin maneuvered the princess until she was on her hands and knees for him. He appreciated the pretty picture she made, like this, in front of him. His hands were still greedy for her skin, touching and pinching, drinking in her noises of pain and pleasure. But it was time to put both him and the princess out of their misery.

His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass as he eased himself inside of her. The princess let out a happy sigh, finally being filled like she had been yearning for. She made small noises beneath him, murmuring his name and making his heart burst. This is how life should be rewarding him, it shouldn’t just be a scene within the dream.

“I can’t believe you just wanted to be fucked like a whore,” Changmin said in a sing song voice to the princess, “I could have had you like this so many times, just for your pleasure.”

“Don't,” The princess whined, “I just--” The rest of her sentence was cut off as Changmin began to thrust harder into her.

“You like it rough? You want it deep? What if I mark up every piece of your precious flesh, Princess? Would you like that? I should let everyone know that you’re mine,” Changmin cooed and it sent shivers through the princess’s body.

The princess didn’t have anything more to say, other than chanting his name over and over. He had her hook, line and sinker. She came with a pretty shout, her voice hoarse from all the torture he had put her through previously. She was simply a hole to be used for his pleasure now.

When it was Changmin’s turn, he cried out, shooting his arrows of sin inside of the princess. All within the dreamscape of course, everything was perfectly fine. But if he could get the princess addicted to the pleasure he could give her in her dreams, imagine what she might let him do outside of them.

***

“What the heck?” You said out loud, confused as to why your save was corrupt and you couldn't play your favorite game.

You cocked your head, confused as to why Prince Yunho wasn’t on the title screen anymore. You squinted. Who was that, one of the soldiers that was always practicing archery on the grounds? Did he even have a name?

“Princess,” An eerie voice echoed in your room.

You ripped your headphones out, eyes wide and looking around. You could have sworn… there was no way that came from the game? You put your phone down. Maybe it was time for bed. But oddly enough, you had the most filthy dreams…

Taglist game is closed! Just clearing out all the ones that made it through the deadline~ enjoyyyyyy

#topaz amswered #topaz's one year anniversary!#ateez smut #ji changmin smut #the boyz smut #topaz's work

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pajarinwrites · 8 months

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THE BOYZ MASTERLIST

♡ fluff (☁️) smut (🍒) angst (🫧)

♡ completed (🌸) on-going (🌷) coming soon (🌱)

general masterlist

all series

the perfect set - jacob 🌷☁️ volleyball player!jacob, college!au

members

Lee Sangyeon

one-shots, drabbles

if we're both bored... ☁️ (🍒) 1.1k "we're both bored, so how about we just kiss?", suggestive at most

series

nothing yet

Bae Junyoung

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

series

The Perfect Set 🌷☁️ volleyball player!jacob, college!au

Kim Younghoon

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

Lee Jaehyun

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

Lee Juyeon

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

Moon Hyungseo

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

Choi Chanhee

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

Ji Changmin

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

Ju Haknyeon

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

Kim Sunwoo

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

Son Youngjae

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

one-shots, drabbles

nothing yet

#the boyz masterlist

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sunwoocosmic · 1 year

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#soobkyu au one shot | valentines day ❤️

no dia dos namorados, pela primeira vez, ji changmin encontra uma cartinha em seu armário ficando confuso e curioso: o que será que mudou de um ano pra cá, além de ter virado amigo de choi soobin?

em breve❣️

#soobkyu #soobin #changmin #the boyz #the boyz au #sunwoocosmic

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Our Own After Party ~ Ji Changmin

You smiled apologetically to your group member, noticing Changmin hovering out of the corner of your eye. He tried to be subtle, but you were aware of just how badly he was failing, despite the crowds that were in the arena.

For some time you had tried to ignore him, pretending as if you hadn’t noticed him like he wanted you to. Somehow in the mix Younghoon had been dragged across to help Changmin with his decoy, slowly edging closer and closer towards you.

Eventually you felt as if you had no choice but to look across, and as you did, you noticed how quickly Changmin pushed Younghoon away, almost as if he had never been there.

“Are you alright?” You asked him, noticing his blushed cheeks in reply to your sudden attention, “it’s just you seem to have been getting a little too comfortable around me for a while.”

“Oh,” Changmin stuttered, scratching his hand over the top of his head, knowing that the eyes of the boys were watching. “I just wanted to come across and say congratulations, I’m not surprised you guys won best dance tonight.”

You smiled appreciatively back at him, “we had some stiff competition, I’m a big fan of your group.”

Your words sent a shiver down Changmin’s spine as he took in a deep breath, determined to remain composed around you. He had already failed once tonight, jumping up a little too quickly when you were announced as the winners of the award despite the fact that it ended up making his groups the losers, which the other boys very quickly reminded him of.

“I’m supposed to go to this winner’s dinner tonight, but it’s not really my scene,” you then spoke up, glancing nervously around the room, “it’s always just a bunch of idols getting drunk and dancing terribly bad.”

“It’s not really my thing either,” Changmin agreed, making himself as relatable to you as possible. “You’ve got to celebrate your win somehow though, you can’t just go back to your dorm, especially if your other members are going to one of these after parties.”

“I don’t mind my own company,” you assured him, noticing a slight glint in his eye, “I’ve not really got any plans, sometimes it’s quite nice to just grab some food and celebrate watching a film and relaxing instead of dancing.”

“You like films?” Changmin excitedly asked, “me too.”

Your smile grew as he cheered, trying his best to still keep his composure. Luckily for him, you were clueless as to how excited Changmin was to finally get the chance to speak to you after spending most of his evening staring across at you and getting teased by his friends.

“What are your plans for the rest of the evening?” You then asked Changmin, finding yourself enjoying his company despite the chaos that was going on around you.

A first flutter of his heart came as you began to take an interest in Changmin too. His confidence was slowly building, surprised that you were so willing to take the time to talk to him and listen in to what his interests were too.

Behind him Changmin knew that there was a likely chance that the boys would be watching him too. He couldn’t return to the table without letting them know that he had made the effort with you and tried to get a little conversation from you too.

“That depends on a little something,” Changmin admitted.

“Your other group members? It must be hard to make plans with thirteen of you.”

“Not quite, I was thinking more whether you want to have your after party with me, doing something a little less drunk and loud.”

“Oh, I see.”

You struggled to stop your eyes from going wide in response to Changmin’s offer, surprised by Changmin’s offer. He wasn’t quite sure how you were feeling as he asked, struggling to decide if he had done the right thing or not.

“You can say no, I don’t mind, but I don’t really like the thought of you celebrating alone.”

Your head shook back at him, “I’m not just going to say no, I really appreciate that you thought of inviting me to do something.”

Despite your preconceptions about Changmin as he lingered beside you, you were finding yourself quickly warming to him. In a world that was often so lonely it was nice for you to have someone so willing to take an interest in you.

“Did you have any plans for our after party?” You enquired, smiling weakly across at Changmin, watching as his head nodded confidently back at you.

“We might not be able to take food and sit in one of our dorms, maybe we could grab a pizza or something and head down to the river,” Changmin proposed, “we can just sit and watch the world go by, that can be the movie that the two of us can watch too if you fancy.”

It was a plan that was calm, relaxed, exactly how you wanted to spend your evening after the hecticness that came with a day of award ceremony preparation. “Are you asking me out to a little after party, or is this a date?”

Changmin’s shoulders shrugged back at you, “if I told you that it was a date would you think that I was a suspicious man who’s been lingering around for most of the night to get his chance with you?”

“I’d admire your perseverance,” you laughed in reply to him, “but if you told me that it was a date then I’d still agree to it, it’s not very often that you come across an idol who actually wants to speak to you and get to know you too.”

You could tell that Changmin didn’t quite want to be friends with you, but the effort that he made with you was something that you just couldn’t ignore. He seemed lovely, kind, and sincere, all of the qualities that you often missed in someone in the industry.

“I can’t promise alcohol or loud music, but I can promise human conversation and the chance to be able to enjoy your win in the way that you want to celebrate,” Changmin assured you, “we can head off soon if you fancy it?”

“I might just need to go and tell my members where I’m going,” you explained, suggesting that Changmin did the same too. “Although I might have to then run away quickly before I start having to listen to them tease me about what my plans are.”

“I’m already thinking about just sending a text to Sangyeon so that I don’t have to face them.”

Your head nodded, impressed with his idea as you took your phone out of your bag that was over your shoulder, “what do you say about heading out first and then texting before they can text back and try and get us to change our minds?”

Changmin looked pack, finding a path to reach the exit door, moving his hand cautiously around your shoulders to help guide you out whilst ignoring the stares of the other members.

“I know the perfect place for pizza too,” Changmin joked as he led you away.

“You’ve really thought of everything.”

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Masterlist

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ava-achlys · 3 years

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Masterlist ⚡

Hi there! Here's a little list of works I've done, I'll keep updating as I add more stuff. If you see other fics floating on my page that aren't on here, I'm still deciding if I want to keep, rework or delete them completely. You can also check the tag #achlys: tbz imagines . Thanks for dropping by, and feel free to say hello or drop some suggestions for what you wanna read next, and I'll try my best!

I'd appreciate if you guys are detailed when requesting a fic, unless you'll let me have free rein to do whatever I want with your prompt 😄 Also do let me know if you prefer to be anon when I post your fic 🙏🏽 Happy reading!

🤍, Achlys

f - fluff a - angst r - rough s - soft c - crack

🖤TBZ Smut Collection❤

Lee Sangyeon 🌠

Captive [r , a , sub! Sangyeon]

Dream Come True [f , s , softdom! Sangyeon]

Thigh riding (hard thoughts/short drabble)

Sideways [r , f , dom! Sangyeon x sub! Haknyeon]

Bae Joonyoung (Jacob) 👼🏻

Coming soon!

Kim Younghoon 🧁

Scarlet Night [f , s]

Coming soon!

Lee Jaehyun (Hyunjae) 🐻

Refresh [r , dom! Hyunjae]

reaction to walking in on another member

Intoxicated [r , a , hard dom! Hyunjae]

Lee Juyeon 🐈‍⬛

Best Friends AU series

Curiosity [c]

Exploration [c]

Time-Out [c , r]

One Shots

Breaking Dawn [a , r , sub! Juyeon]

Focus [f , r , s , sub! Juyeon]

Tear [a , s , sub! Juyeon]

Needs [f , r , dom! Juyeon x sub! Eric]

Stereotypes [f , s , sub! Juyeon]

Moon Hyungseo (Kevin) 🌙

date night (soft thoughts)

Choi Chanhee (New) 🌸

reaction to walking in on another member

Sweater Paws (short drabble) [s , sub! New]

Ji Changmin (Q) 🦇

reaction to walking in on another member

Of Roses and Thorns [f , s , a , dom! Q]

Red Lights [f , r , dom! Q]

Ju Haknyeon 🐥

Howling Storm [r , f , sub! Haknyeon]

Drink it [r , f , sub! Haknyeon]

Teach Me [a]

Sideways [r , f , sub! Haknyeon x dom! Sangyeon]

Sohn Youngjae (Eric) 🦄

One Shots

Spoiled [r , f , sub! Eric]

reaction to his gf not wearing a bra

Kiss Me If You Can [f , s , a]

Needs [f , r , sub! Eric x dom! Juyeon]

Rubi's PlayCube (Neighbor AU)

Girl Next Door [f , r , c , dom! Eric]

Incognito [f , r , dom! Eric]

Let's Play Pretend [f , r , c , dom! Eric]

Kim Sunwoo 🦝

reaction to his gf not wearing a bra

Hands Off [a , f , s , softdom! Sunwoo]

Reflection [a , c , r , dom! Sunwoo]

💛TBZ Lists/Headcanons💜

TBZ as CamBoyz - Hyung line

sub! TBZ kinks/hard thoughts - Maknae line

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changminurheart · 3 years

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just friends. (one)

synopsis: jiyong and changmin have always been best friends. you are his girlfriend, so why does it feel like he sees more of her than you?

“friends don’t sit on each others laps and friends certainly dont look at each other the way you do.”

genre: angst, little fluff, break up au, boyfriend changmin! strangers to lovers to enemies. basically your whole relationship to start to finish kapow.

pairing: ji changmin x reader , choi chanhee x reader

taglist: idk let me know :)

member appearances for reference: boyfriend changmin, best friend kevin, friend chanhee, juyeon as jiyong’s boyf.

warnings: uh swearing? sadness idk nothing much.

word count: 3-4k me thinks

part one of this three-shot i think but let me know what you think !!!!

you had been warned before by the wise beauty they called choi chanhee.

“they’ve always been like that,” he whispered under the hazy hues of neons pink and blue. music blazing too loudly that his lips were ushered close to your ears, his breath resting on your skin. you turned to him with a furrow in your brows, confusion etched into your porcelain features. “what do you mean?” biting down the fear growing, you raised your voice to outdo the thundering of your heartbeat. “jiyong and changmin,” he shrugged, milky collarbone tensing through the neck of his checkered sweater. the saliva in your mouth turned dry at the pair opposite to you. “childhood friends the three of us are,” he turns to you, contemplating whether or not to take the trembling cup from your hands. “but them? not sure besties could cut it, i mean they are inseparable,” he spaces the words of his warning out. he takes a step closer to you, tapping your temples ever so gently “so don’t get mixed up in them, please don’t,” he whispered, lips so close to your skin and then he lets go and holds back, noticing how the chocolate irises of yours are stuck on his best friend’s. eyes locked in an intense match, chanhee sighs silently already knowing the antics of ji changmin; resident heartbreaker and ultimate idiot. your eyes are still on his, heart gasping at the smirk that overtakes changmin’s features. your orbs glance over to the girl chanhee calls jiyong legs swinging off his thighs as shes draped over his lap and then back over to him. you turn swiftly to chanhee, mouth open but the words refusing to escape to the sweaty evening air of kim sunwoo’s house party. you take a swing of the drink on your hand, unsure whether its the alcohol or your heart thats burning and suddenly you feel so warm. the bittersweet aftertaste of the mixed contents fills you with dread; it hasnt started yet, but you already had a taste of how it was going to end.

you see him again in all his dimpled and golden glory the night of the annual music showcase. courtesy of your best friend kevin. sweat humouring the air in an intense hug, you craved some sort of fresh air. the only way was the exist and you promised kevin that you’d be here tonight, you’d be there for him and so you wait: heart rate rising unsteadily, flushing red cheeks and a clamour of breaths that were no match to the sweet tune of moon hyungseo’s voice. your seat at the top row gave you a perfect view of the stage and once hearing the touch of piano keys and a voice that oozed comfort, a smile overtook your features and in that moment all you felt was pride. when the song ended, you rose to your feet, hand clapping in line with your endless chanting.

and then you saw him. or at least it was his back as he stood against your view, fixing the edges of his jacket before loosing himself to the voice of conan gray and god, did you lose your mind. the honeys of his skin glistened under the white light; like a star in the ashy midnight sky. his legs carried him in a bouncing run across the stage, hands flying in a smooth gesture as he grabbed the moment and truly felt himself. you had never understood the passion that an artist required until tonight, seeing love and life in a bodily rhythm that you felt everything hit at once- watching this stranger perform was truly exhilarating. the bad stories you had been told of ji changmin were easily replaced with overwhelming pride and you cheered his name, happy to be alive and existing in this moment. the music was too loud for him to hear you thought and so you sit back in your chair and wait for the remaining acts of the evening to finish; finding solace in the fresh talent and candyfloss you had bought on your way in.

kevin finds you not a moment later, your wandering form heading to what he assumes is backstage and he runs to you in a hug. “how was i?” he breathes into your neck and you rub your hand in warm circles on his back before pulling away and smiling “amazing as ever, dear god just let you debut, the world isnt ready!” he lets the happiness reach his eyes in a sweet smile and you grin back, impossibly wider.

youre about to ask kevin where youd be getting drinks tonight, tradition having you both piss drunk at a new bar every time he performs as an act of celebration and what kevin calls ‘bestie-ship’, when you feel a warm hand on your shoulder. “y/n?” a soft voice asks and you turn, eyes widening in familiarity at the stranger. “chanhee!” and he lets you pull him in for a short hug. “i didnt know you were here,” you tilt your head in an adorable pout and he pauses, breath finding patience. “you mean you didnt come to see me perform?” he teasingly mocks the jut of your bottom lip and you punch him lightly. “i got here a little later so i mustve missed it, sorry,” your features etched into worry and chanhee smiles reassuringly. “theres always next time,” he pats your head. “but if you still want to then maybe-”

“chanhee!” and suddenly red blinds your vision. you, you pause. changmin doesn’t acknowledge you until after he’s pulled both chanhee and kevin into side hugs and then turns back to his best friend. “you were amazing hee,” he smiled sincerely, a smile that wasnt meant for you but it reached your heart amd set it alight nevertheless. “of course i was min,” chanhee lightly scoffed and changmin pushed his side, jokingly. “and you kevin-” his broad shoulders and long neck twist to your direction. intending to compliment kevin, he stands still. eyes glued to yours in a moment that never seems to end. you wait for him to leave the locked trance and finish his sentence but it never comes.

“and you kevin,” kevin himself echoes, a toothy grin displayed when changmin slowly shakes his head and lets out a nervous laugh.

“and you kevin, have really got to let me listen to your soundcloud page,” his eyebrows dance and ends of his lips curled into a dazzling smile.

“no can do,” kevin returns, running one hand through the wisps of ebony black hair and the other finding home on your arm to practically stick you by his side. “only she can,” and both chanhee and changmin pull back in mock surprise.

“bestie privileges,” you shrug and feel kevin behind you laugh quietly.

changmin takes note of how soft you look under the light, hair curled around your ears and the humidity of the night blushing your radiating cheeks. you looks so different yet similar from the night of the party, your nerves replaced with relaxation and this time, or at least he thinks, changmin feels as if you don’t want to run away from him. so when he hears your voice for the first time, changmin melts and decides that one way or another he’s going to get to know you.

“and who might you be?” he directs his question to you, one thats full of futile curiosity. he knows who you are after having grilled chanhee the night of sunwoo’s party and he knows you were here, the only reason why he bothered to interrupt whatever chanhee was talking to you about. but hearing your name spill from your lips yourself brought out a new feeling in him.

“y/n” he repeats in a soft mutter to himself, your name feeling like honey.

“y/n”, chanhee mocked him, his perfect nose and rosy lips raising to imitate changmin’s features. you giggled at the two and he felt his heart soar once more.

taking that short moment of silence to turn to kevin again, you asked where he wanted to go. “i have a seven am tomorrow,” he whined, eyes widening in exasperation and you kissed your teeth tauntingly.

“sucks to be yo-”

“its monday tomorrow y/nie,” kevin crosses his arms and leans the entire of his top body forward, almost crouching to get up all in your space.

“thank you kevin the calendar,” you rolled your eyes, shoving him back.

“so you have a seven am too,” he raises his sculpted to perfection brows and your hands fly to your face to slap the stupidity out of you.

“why,” you groaned and the pair turned their brown eyes towards you once more.

“why what?” and you jumped back, forgetting the two were still standing next to you and kevin. placing a hand on your heart before covering the chuckles leaving kevin’s mouth, “why are we still alive?”

“so we can suffer together,” and you see chanhee taking a sip of a new drink bottle when a solution clicks.

“my house, soju, couple of glasses you knock out and can sleep over yeah?” you compromise.

“yeah and head to songwriting class with a boulder on my head, sure!”

“don’t be a party pooper kevin,” changmin catches sight of your puppy like eyes, crossed arms and adorably defensive stance.

“yeah dont be a party pooper, kebin,” he stands next to you, copying your actions and your nose scrunches in a tight smile. kevin, the man himself, raises his eyebrows at the two of you clearly amused by many things he’s caught note of tonight.

changmin looks behind him, tilting his head at his best friend with narrowed eyes, ushering him to join you.

“are we really doing this?” chanhee groans and when changmin’s glare heightens he stands up a little straighter “i guess we are,” he mutters. standing on your other side, he crosses his arms and pleads with all his eyes and might to kevin to stop whatever this was.

“for the love of god just drink with us.”

“us?” youre an idiot who quirks their brow and then it hits you how theyve openly invited themselves.

“i don’t know if you remember y/n but i performed too you know,” chanhee almost whines.“and besides,” changmin intterupts with the stars in his eyes blinding your vision of rationality, “weve helped to now havent we?” he cheekily winks and your mind is unsure of what to do.

one part of you declines, heeding the warning chanhee gave. you know you have to draw the line if he wont, stop this before it even starts, but one look at ji changmin and you decide to wait.

“sure but,” you turn to chanhee, motioning for him to crouch to your height and come closer so your lips reach his ear in a whisper. something stirs in changmin and he hates the feeling and even more so hates the sight of you too so close. he can hardly make out the words that cause chanhee to soften and pat your head, whispering back a gentle “no she wont come”. when you pull back, chanhee interlocks your pinkies in a trusted promise.

“okay,” you turn to the three men, arm holding out to kevin. “to my place!” you walk in front with kevin, his boisterous laughter filling the air as you almost trip over your own feet from missing cracks in the pavement.

changmin takes the noise as an oppourtunity to voice his curiousity in a slow question, “what was that all ab-”

“jiyong, where is she?” chanhee cuts him off, smile slipping from his previous embrace.

“chasing after juyeon, why?” changmin’s brows furrowed.

“theyre still together?”

“yeah, had a little break, poor thing was distraught over it but now theyre good.”

“she’s not a child changmin, you know that,” chanhee grips his shoulder, suddenly so serious. “you’ve got to put her aside to see whats right in front of you sometimes, right?” eyes boring into his. a quick glance over at you, eyes shining like the little streetlamps above.

“i can try to have a girlfriend and a girl whos a best friend okay, you worry too much,” and he punches chanhee’s shoulder before catching up to where you are walking, leaving his other best friend in the dark.

changmin doesn’t stay over, at least that night he doesn’t.

you spend till three am, clinking glasses of cheap soju whilst laughing to every shinee song out there before changmin hurls a sleeping chanhee into a taxi and leaving you a sweet ‘goodnight’. but you learn a lot of things that night: how chanhee is a happy drunk- very affectionate, always giggling unprovoked most of the time, how kevin is still not over that time you threw his gummy worms in the first grade sandbox and most importantly, how changmin may seem intimidating on stage but dancing to ‘what is love’ in your living room with sock clad feet is anything but the former.

you finish your last karaoke session for the night and lean back, sighing in content with your two new and one old friends.

“one game!” chanhee cheers, and kevin silences him with a quick and exaggerated “shut up and sleep.” chanhee pushes past kevin’s hands that failed to cover his lips and fills each cup again to the brim.

“truth or dare!!” his eyes twinkle so hard you feel horrible for even thinking of saying no. you nod, waiting for someone- anyone to make a move.

“changmin, truth or dare?” kevin asks, eyes wiggling dramatically that a chuckle escapes past his lips.

“dare,” he shrugs, nose scrunched in amusement.

“i dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room,” and before changmin can even begin to protest, chanhee lands a big kiss on to his cheek, smirking proudly. “its me guys and gal, im the hottest in this room,” and by the unbothered looks of changmin you guess that maybe this isnt the first time choi chanhee’s antics have gone ahead.

“moving on,” changmin rolls his eyes, “y/n” he faces you, eyes unmoving and intoxicated or not you cant bear to look away.

“yes?” you breathe.

“truth or dare?” he asks, eyes lighting up with mischief.

“truth because i dont trust you right now,” you wince and a pout lands on his cherry lips.

“you dont trust me?” a hand of his holds his chest as he teasingly holds back.

“i dont trust that look on your face,” you correct, letting out a little ‘oof’ as chanhee finds his head tucked on your shoulder.

“yeah your stupid face,” he sleepily mumbles and you pat his head gently.

“okay, truth,” he repeats accompanied by kevin who lets out the loudest “boo you whore!” throwing his snack bar in your direction.

“truth: what were you and chanhee whispering about earlier?” and you stop, heart and brain malfunctioning that you can not form a proper answer. you dont trust yourself to answer but the alcohol in your veins already has your lips open.

“you dont have to answer-”

“i wanted to know if you have a girlfriend,” you blurt, the semi-lie holding a taint of truth. but who knew you could be so bold, you blame the heat for your pink cheeks when changmin lets out the softest “oh” and kevin again with the loudest hollers

“thats my best friend!! shoot that shot, whore!”

“stop calling me a whore you bitch,” you scold him and then clear your throat. “truth or dare changmin?” and its his turn to think.

“truth.”

“do you have a girlfriend?” you curse the gleams in your eyes that made you seem too hopeful.

“no,” he smiles, dimple diving deep. “not yet at least,” he tilts his head at you and downs the last of his drink and you follow suit.

soju has never tasted sweeter.

you don’t see each other for a couple of weeks later. you hoped that time would blur the brunette beauty from your mind but everything was pointless. you were drawn to ji changmin like a moth to a flame and god knew how hard you were going to burn.

focusing on the tapoica pearls in front of you, quietly slurping from the plastic straw (sorry earth, please recycle) you scribbled down the notes of your last lecture. you had roughly an hour left before you could make your way down to kevin’s side of the campus; hating how he was studying music and you medicine because you sure as hell did not want to bear any form of exercise. but you had an hour and a bank account that could buy you another cup of boba and complete happiness. legs swinging, pen tapping and airpods in to the heavenly sound of seventeen, you made your notes. sure they were illegible as hell, looking like a toddler’s drawing but they were enough for you to understand the great depths of anatomy.

you’re so invested into your study session that you miss the sound of bells that signal new customers walking in.

soft curved eyes find your form instantly, neck craning just to double check that its you and ji changmin leaves his partner at the counter and makes his way to your table.

“y/n?” he asks, head shifting at an awful angle and slowly you lift your own head up to meet his gaze.

“min?” and he quirks a brow. you remove the airpods from your ears and chew the remaining of the ball.

“oh uh, i uh heard chanhee call you that last time we met but its fine if its personal and you dont want me to call you that-” you rambled, embarrassed.

“no,” he cuts you off, his orbs creasing with affection. “i think i love it more when its you who says it,” he breathes honestly and your grin stays glued to your face.

letting out a quiet giggle, you fiddle with your straw. “how come ive never seen you around before?” he asks, taking the seat opposite you.

you gesture aggressively to your laptop, textbooks and strewn note paper. “i have fallen victim to a demanding education system, i might actually die,” you turn to him and he laughs a sound youve never loved more.

“well i suck at studying so text me and maybe we can meet up for a session together,” he turns to your belongings and stacks up a few fallen sheets “but this sure does look intense” and you sigh in agreement.

“are you here by yourself?” he asks hopeful and you dumbly nod like a child.

“and you?”

“no i came with a friend and there she is. jiyong!” he calls and your heart falls as easily as her name leaves his lips. the blonde girl makes her way to your table, unnoticed of your presence or maybe she has and just doesnt care. youre not a fan of coffee hence why you sit in a boba store and so the strong whiff of her americano blasts your face and fuels your growing dislike.

“chan you wandered off!” she huffs, placing his boba cup on the table, pushing it in changmin’s direction and then taking a seat right next to him. he pouts in front of her until she gives in and curls into his side- the sight making you sick.

“ji, this is y/n. y/n this is jiyong,” changmin introduces and she stares at you and then at changmin and then back at you. a single look has you feeling a thousand times small and you fight the urge to visibly shrink in your seat.

“y/n,” she repeats and it feels far from the way changmin had once mumbled to himself. “cant say ive heard much about you babe,” she makes a point to stare and the voice of chanhee comes to you. font get mixed up in them.

its like someones snapped you back to reality and you take a careful look at the dynamics between the two supposed best friends. your tongue feels dry as you find the right words to save yourself.

“well theres not much to speak of babe,” you tell her, trying to hide the malice and spark of jealousy. “ive only known him for maybe a day in total,” you shrug.

“a day? im hurt,” he wipes a mock tear from his face and you raise your brows.

“youre always hurt arent you?” you retort.

“only by you, youre a real heartbreaker y/l/n y/n”

“could say the same for you min except maybe youre just a baby,” you tease, both of you fighting the smiles that intend to break into your cheeks. he gives in first, laughing and nodding slowly.

“stick around and maybe i could be your baby,” he boldly flirts and you squint, trying to guess whether he was playing with you or not. he leans forward and simply raises his eyebrows at you, waiting for a response.

“what do you have in mi-”

“ah!” a scream interrupts and both your heads turn to the forgotten girl at your table. the dark hues of her americano now staining the crisp whites of her blouse. “chan, its hot!” she cries out and you want to point out so badly that there was clearly ice in her cup. so you roll your eyes and a scoff leaves you on instinct, making her head turn to yours in a harsh glare.

“what did you just say?” she stops but changmin doesn’t.

your focus is on him whos more concerned about the staining of her dress and he removes his hoodie ready for her to change. the single action makes your blood boil and you let a forced tight lipped smile take over your face. “nothing,” you mutter and at lightning speed you swoop all your belongings into your tote bag. “have fun,” you salute your fingers from your temple, not missing the faint “im sure we will” coming from the bitch of the century.

and its only then changmin catches sight of your departure. “wait y/n!” he calls out and you badly want to turn around but gathering whatever is left of your self respect you refuse and keep heading towards the exit.

“let her go chan, if shes leaving like that im sure she has somewhere she needs to be,” jiyong tells him, “thanks for this,” she softens and pats his shoulder before pointing to the bathroom so he knew where she was. changmin nods, staring at your forgotten airpods and then at the door.

that was the second time you had run away from ji changmin.

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