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gimmeurtmi · 6 days

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breathe — 2min

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader x lee minho

tags: established relationship, polyamory, bdsm, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, throuple, mxm, degradation, pet play, breath play, collars and leashes, anal!!, butt plugs, oral (m receiving), nipple play (f), choking, seungmin and his canonically established pain kink, thigh humping, unprotected sex, sub/dom dynamics, sub!reader, mean dom!seung, soft dom!minho, implied subspace, use of “slut”, “bunny”, “bubs”, “pet”, “dumb”, slight humiliation kink, choking on cum, use of a non-verbal stop light system, reader goes yellow but it’s all good, absolutely sappy in the end, smut with so many feelings, lmk if i missed something!

inspo: 2min in the new teaser pics

notes: again, i got carried away. it appears the dirtier i try to make something the sappier it turns out. i think i started this two days ago and my mood drastically changed from horny as fuck to in love as fuck. please let me know how this turned out 🥹

{ wc: 5610 }

“And you’re sure you want to do this?” Minho asks, softly, as he turns the collar around in his hands.

It’s pink, a little bell hanging off the metal heart in the middle, three different slots available to tighten for size.

Seungmin bought it last week, after five whole days of discussions.

You asked your boyfriends for a collar, and Seungmin instantly agreed. Although it took a little more time to persuade Minho. He wanted it, you could tell by the crimson shade of his ears as soon as you initially brought the idea up—but Minho was the kind of boyfriend that never wanted to hurt you. Even though he knew you enjoyed it, he always wanted to protect you. Seungmin understood both of you equally, which was what helped the three of you work as flawlessly as you did. Seungmin shared Minho’s concerns, heard them and nodded his head silently, while also teasing you for how excited the idea made you.

In the end, Seungmin showed you three collars and when your eyes lingered a few seconds longer on the pink one he added it to his cart that night.

Yesterday the package arrived.

“Minho, I’m sure,” you promise him, “it’s gonna be so fucking hot.”

Minho smirked at you, shy and excited, his eyes locked on yours.

“You know Kim Seungmin loves you on your knees,” he says lowly, “I do, too.”

“You do?” You smile.

“Mhm hmm,” Minho nods sharply, “look so pretty with your beautiful eyes looking up at us.”

“Min, please,” you say, so soon, “put it on me?”

“Go get dressed,” Minho orders, “Seungminnie is gonna get here in ten minutes and then we can do everything you asked for.”

You smile big, excitedly clapping your hands together. Minho chuckles at you, eyes sparkling before he plants a small kiss on your lips.

“Go on,” he says, enamoured, before sitting back on the bed—collar still clutched tightly in his hand.

You quickly go to the bathroom, where your outfit is waiting on the counter. You get dressed, your new matching pink lace set fitting your body perfectly. The thong is a little tight, but you don’t think it’s gonna stay on for too long—so you don’t mind it much.

You take a look in the mirror, silently thanking Seungmin for his taste in lingerie; it makes you feel so incredibly sexy. You can’t wait to feel their eyes on you as they see the way the pink fabric compliments your curves.

With excitement, butterflies dancing all around your insides, you take a deep breath before walking back into the bedroom.

Minho’s spread on the bed, hand tucked behind his head as he scrolls on his phone. You can tell he’s looking forward to tonight, his sweats doing a poor job at concealing his already present bulge.

When he hears the bathroom door close shut, he looks up. His mouth falls open, front teeth peeking out as he looks you up and down three times. Then, “holy shit.”

“You like it?”

Minho swallows, eyes growing wide as he nods repeatedly.

“God, bunny,” he says, slightly breathless, “look at you.”

“I think I like it better when you look at me,” you chuckle.

“I’m looking,” he says, licking his lips, “god. Fuck.”

He sits up, his phone long forgotten and with a small flick of his fingers calls you over. You waste no time at all, quickly climbing on the bed to sit by his side.

“So pretty like this,” he runs his hands over your hair, softly brushing it with his fingers. “Pretty bunny.”

His hand leaves your hair after a few moments, running down your bare back before he softly cups your ass.

“So soft,” he hums, tucking his finger under the fabric of your g-string. He runs his finger up and down, tugging it tighter around you.

With his other hand, Minho runs his fingers over your stomach, higher and higher until he cups your tits in his hand. He’s gentle, rubbing his thumb over the soft lace and when your breath hitches he starts circling your nipple through your pink bra.

“Wanna touch you all over,” he mumbles, “but I don’t think it’ll be right to take these off yet. Look how perfect your tits are in this.”

You blush at his words but Minho is too distracted by your chest to comment on it. He pushes the cup down, only enough for your nipple to peak out, and then he rubs his thumb over it in quick motions.

You moan softly, mouth gaped and body already reeling from the touch. Something about Minho not even undressing you before he starts playing with your body ignites a fire in your stomach.

He leans forward, looking up at you as his lips wrap around your nipple, sparkling eyes locking on yours as he flicks his tongue repeatedly around your sensitive bud.

“Min, that feels really nice,” you sigh, carding your fingers through his soft hair. He smiles up at you, tongue flicking through his open lips before he closes his eyes—eagerly sucking around your nipple.

With a soft pop he moves away, rubbing his hand against your waist before giving the same attention to your other breast, eager to keep hearing your soft moans.

His hands join together behind your back, rubbing up and down freely before he cups your ass. He hums, content, the vibrations against your skin sending butterflies into your core.

He pulls away again, satisfied for the time being, looking up at you.

“I had an idea,” he says, lowly, “there was something else in the box I didn’t show you.”

“What was it?”

Minho reaches underneath the pillow, pulling out a long and white fluffy tail. You feel your face burning up.

“Why didn’t Seungmin say anything?” You ask, excitement buzzing through you at the idea of wearing a tail with the collar.

“This one was my idea,” Minho admits, a shy smile on his face.

“You can put it on me,” you say with a grin.

Then, Minho turns it around, showing you the small butt plug attached to the end of the tail.

You let out a small gasp, your lips forming a perfect circle at the realisation Minho actually bought you a toy like this. Your cheeks are so warm.

“I didn’t expect this from you,” you admit, taking the tail into your hands and inspecting it closer. The plug itself isn’t too big, but since the three of you don’t experiment with anal that often you know you’d feel a stretch either way. You feel your walls clench for a moment at the thought of wearing it.

“I didn’t expect it either,” Minho admits, cupping your ass and rubbing circles on it with his palms. “When Seungminnie showed me the website it popped up and I added it. I don’t know, bunny, the thought of you on your knees with a little tail between your legs made me so hard.”

“I want you to put it in, Minho,” you say, and your voice sounds foreign in your ears, “please.”

Minho nods.

He slips one of his hands beneath the pink fabric of your thong, his other hand gripping your ass hard. He brings his middle finger to your hole, circling it softly.

You grip his shoulders, breathing laboured as you lock your eyes on his.

“I need to get the lube,” Minho says, pressing the pad of his finger flat against your hole. You know he can slip it right in if he wanted to—but you can’t deny he’s right. His fingers are too dry and the slide won’t be easy at all, so Minho prefers to simply tease the entrance with his finger. It makes you moan either way, the novelty of it all and the sensitive nerves sending pleasure through your body with something as simple as this.

“I’ll go get it?” You offer through a small sigh.

“Delivery is on its way,” Minho says, leaning forward towards your chest and kissing around it.

You’re not sure what he means but you ignore it when he slowly starts pushing the tip of his finger in and out of your hole—in and out, in and out. You don’t think he inserts more than a centimetre inside you, but it still feels so so snug. So weird. So fucking good.

You hear the front door open and close before Seungmin’s voice follows with a small, “I’m home!” and the butterflies in your stomach start soaring.

Minho chuckles lightly, feeling the way your body reacts to Seungmin’s voice. “Excited to see our puppy?”

You nod happily, a broken gasp leaving your lips when Minho slips his finger in deeper. “He’ll be so happy to see you like this.”

The door to the bedroom practically flies open, and Seungmin doesn’t even say hello. He leans over you, a bottle of lube in his hands, and without any prior warning—he spills it directly on your ass.

It’s cold so you hiss loudly, but Seungmin only shushes you in return.

More and more of it trickles down your body, all over Minho’s finger and down to your cunt. All you can do is moan as Minho easily slips his finger all the way in, knuckle deep.

“There you go,” Minho coos, “take it, baby.”

“Feels so nice, Min,” you let your head fall forward, focusing on the pleasure the stretch provides you.

“Let me look at her, hyung,” Seungmin says, his voice covered in an edge you can’t quite place.

You let your eyes flutter open, moans tumbling freely out of your mouth as you look at Seungmin. He was at an important meeting, you aren’t too sure for what, but he was still wearing his smart clothes. They were so different from his every day sweats, and although you loved him in anything he wore, there was something particularly beautiful about Seungmin wearing tight fitting dress pants and a fashionable cardigan.

You wanted him to rip his clothes off.

“I knew you’d like the tail hyung got us,” Seungmin smirks, his eyes drinking in your outfit before settling on your lips, “knew you wanted it in every hole.”

“Seung,” you let out, ears growing warm at his accusation.

“I’m wrong?” You don’t answer, “our dirty little pet doesn’t like how hyung is fucking her ass right now?”

You moan as Minho makes a point of adding a second finger at that exact moment.

“Stretching you so well,” Seungmin mumbles, looking behind your back at Minho’s actions, “your holes were made for this.”

You reach out for Seungmin’s hand, pulling him closer to you, and he laces your fingers together as he sits down beside you.

“You bought the cutest set, Seungminnie,” Minho says, as he watches Seungmin’s fingers run over the lace.

“You chose the cutest tail,” he returns.

“I-I’m ready,” you sigh, “I want it in me.”

“She’s said that so many times already,” Minho reports, “she really wants it.”

“You want your collar, too?” Seungmin asks, sweetly.

“Yes, please,” you try your hardest not to sound too desperate, but the way they both laugh at you makes you think you failed.

Seungmin plants a soft kiss on your cheek before he looks around for the collar, and when he finds it somewhere on the bed he shakes it around. The little bell rattles around with a small repetitive dingdingding. Seungmin smirks.

“Oh, this is gonna be so fucking hot,” he chuckles, eyes lighting up.

Minho slips his fingers out slowly, kissing your shoulder as he tells you he thinks you’re ready now. You nod. You have no idea if he stretched you wide enough, but you don’t care. You just want them to start already.

You watch as Minho grabs the tail from the fluffy side, dowsing the plug side with lube before he looks up at you. The cautious look is back in his eyes, and he hesitates, but once he sees your blown pupils and quick breaths he leans forward.

He circles the plug around your hole a few times, letting you get used to the coolness of the lube (unlike Seungmin) before slowly pushing it inside you. He pulls it out, then back in—in out, in out, before it slips all the way inside you with a loud moan.

“Oh, my god,” you sigh, “feels so tight.”

Seungmin runs a hand up and down your thighs. Minho starts playing with the fluffy ends of the tail. You can hear him giggling.

“It’s okay, bunny?” Minho asks when you fall silent.

You nod, clenching your fists tightly to stop yourself from touching your clit and derailing the whole evening. Your senses are on fire, the tightness of the plug causing your walls to flutter repeatedly. You try to focus on your boyfriends, who are looking at you curiously.

“I have so many things I wanna do to you, bubs,” Seungmin says, “you’re good to let me ruin you?”

“Please, Seungmin,” you groan, “ruin me as much as you want.”

He chuckles. “Let’s get you dressed, yeah?”

He opens up the collar, watching you slowly as he secures it in place. He locks it on the first loop, the loosest option, and kisses you softly.

Minho runs his hands through your hair, delicately pulling it up into a ponytail as he pushes it away from your face. You aren’t sure when he got the hair tie, but he’s delicate with it, even pulling out a few strands from the side like how you always do.

“Thank you,” you say, surprised.

“So it doesn’t get in the way,” he explains. Your heart skips a beat, understanding they must’ve discussed what they wanted to do tonight beforehand, leaving it as a surprise for you.

Seungmin leans over your shoulder, kissing Minho’s lips messily, before the older pushes him off.

“Youngest first,” Minho says, pointing at the box at the edge of the room where the rest of the toys came from.

Seungmin gets up from the bed, grabbing a matching pink leash out of the box.

He secures the leash onto the collar, giving the handle to Minho before he steps back.

He opens the button on his pants.

You watch as he lets them fall onto the floor, pooling around his feet, along with his boxers.

His cock stands against his stomach at full hardness already, and you swallow tightly.

“Kim Seungmin,” Minho grumbles impatiently, “shirt off. We wanna see all of you.”

Seungmin rolls his eyes but acquiesces, chucking his shirt to the side.

“He’s so pretty,” you voice out loud.

“I know,” Minho agrees, reaching his fingers towards Seungmin's stomach. He runs them up and down the soft skin, and you watch fascinated as small goosebumps rise on the skin of his thighs.

“Minho,” you let out breathless, “I wanna bite him.”

Minho laughs, almost evilly. “I think you should.”

“Yeah?” You blink at Minho.

He nods. “You know how much our boy likes that kinda thing. Do what you want, bunny. I’ll pull you back if I want to, right?”

Your eyes move towards Minho’s hand, thick veins accenting his knuckles as the bright pink leash sits securely in his hands. You clench your thighs together.

Minho grabs one of the pillows and drops it to the floor, right at Seungmin’s feet.

“Down, pet,” Seungmin commands. You have to hold back a moan.

You slowly move onto the floor, knees comfortably sitting on top of the pillow Minho provided. Each small movement nudges the plug inside you—you feel so dizzy with want, with excitement, you aren’t sure you’re even in your own body.

But knowing Minho is holding onto you, connected to him by pink leather, puts you at ease. Minho would never let anything happen to you, and Seungmin would kiss you better if it ever did.

You get into position, holding onto Seungmin’s soft thighs.

“Open,” Seungmin orders, running his thumb across your chin. You open your mouth, instinctively sticking your tongue all the way out as you get comfortable on your knees.

Seungmin laughs at you, shaking his head softly.

“You were waiting to do that, huh?” He says, lowly.

You nod your head, and the bell around your neck starts clicking.

“Such a pathetic girl,” Seungmin whispers, “letting hyung stick a fucking tail in your ass? And you liked it?”

“I liked it so much, Seung,” you whine, “it feels so nice.”

“You didn’t even thank hyung,” Seungmin points out.

You feel a small tug at your collar, so you turn around towards Minho. He’s lying back, hand tucked beneath his head again, his black t-shirt showing off his arms beautifully.

“Thank you, Minho,” you say.

“For what?” Seungmin pushes.

“Thank you for fucking my ass with the tail,” you choke out, heat running up and down your entire body.

Minho doesn’t say anything, but you see his knuckles tighten around the leash.

Your chin is tugged harshly as Seungmin turns your head back towards him, smiling wickedly at you.

“Good pet,” he says, “now I’m gonna fuck a different hole of yours. And you’re not going to stop until hyung pulls you off, yeah?”

“Yes,” you sigh, “please.”

You feel Minho’s hand rub up and down your shoulder, as he plants a small kiss on your temple.

He grabs your hand, holding one of your fingers up.

“One finger means green,” he explains, kissing your knuckle. Then he holds up your second finger, “two means yellow,” then he unravels your whole hand so all your fingers are pointing upwards. He kisses your open palm before saying, “five fingers means red. Can you do that for us, bunny?”

“I can’t speak?” You ask after Minho gives you a small kiss.

“You’re allowed to,” Minho says, “but he’s gonna fuck your throat so you probably won’t be able to.”

You clench around the air, shifting on top of your knees.

You nod, fingers tingling at the idea before you look up at Seungmin.

His cock is bright red already, the head glistening slightly. You want to taste him.

You squeeze his thighs, making a point of using your nails, and he lets out a soft groan.

“Our pet has sharp claws, huh?” Minho chuckles.

You lean forward, planting a few kisses around his hip bone before you scrap your teeth against the skin.

Seungmin lets out a high pitch sigh.

“She bites, too,” Minho hums.

“Want more,” Seungmin groans as you bite him again, sucking on the skin before you lick over the small indents from your teeth.

Minho sinks his fingers into your roots, scraping against the nape of your neck with his blunt nails. You barely notice it when he guides your head further down Seungmin’s body.

Minho pushes your face against Seungmin’s pelvis, your nose brushing against the thick stubble. You kiss anywhere your lips can reach—but you can’t ignore the heat coming from his cock any longer.

Slowly, you lick the tip once and then twice and then Seungmin hisses, “take it all, pet. Come on.”

You do as you’re told, letting your jaw drop slack as you slip as much of it inside your mouth as you can.

The height isn’t exactly perfect for your current task, so you try to make up for it, lifting up on your knees to make up for Seungmin’s long legs.

Minho notices, and when he does, he tugs on the leash just enough so that you start struggling against his grip. He’s trying to push you back down to the floor.

The lower you are, the harder it is to fit all of Seungmin’s length inside your mouth but the more you try to lift up—the harder Minho tugs on your leash.

Your thighs are starting to shake.

As a distraction you focus on fluttering your tongue against Seungmin, sucking harder around his warm cock as the salty taste takes over your thoughts.

You want him closer, you want more, and when you drag your body towards him your pussy rubs just right against the pillow you’re sitting on.

You moan around him, and Seungmin throws his head back from the vibrations. Minho tugs on your leash in warning.

“Don’t even think about it,” he says.

Obviously, you do it again.

“Up,” he orders, “on your knees, up.”

You lift yourself up, struggling to sit up on your knees, but thankfully it’s much easier to control what you’re doing that way.

When you start finding your pace, head bobbing up and down freely, Minho tugs on the leash so quickly you lose your breath for a moment or two.

Once the collar isn’t digging into your throat as much you try to breathe in, but Seungmin holds your head in place.

“Such a warm hole for me,” he mumbles, “you don’t need to breathe, right?”

You look up at him, blinking away tears as you breathe in quickly through your nose.

He tugs at your ponytail until his dick falls out of your mouth. You gasp in as much air as you can.

“What do you like more, slut, breathing or my cock?”

“Your cock,” you say, embarrassingly fast, “it’s better than anything else.”

“God, you’ve gone entirely dumb,” Seungmin mocks, eyes narrowed at you.

You nod, the bell rings along with your movements. “Keep going, Seungmin. You said you’d ruin me, please fucking ruin me.”

“Hyung,” he whines, “I’m gonna cum all over her fucking face like this.”

At that Minho grabs you from behind, small hands covering your head as he guides you back onto Seungmin’s cock. You quickly swallow him in, getting used to the weight of him in your mouth again.

You grab onto his thighs for support, making sure to dig your nails into the skin again. As you let go of any control you have, you allow Minho to push your head up and down, up and down, while Seungmin gets louder and louder.

You bring your hands onto his stomach, scratching five long lines on each side from his hips to his thighs.

Seungmin keens.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he starts chanting, “do it-do that, do that again.”

Minho runs his hand down Seungmin’s back, scratching harshly as Seungmin lets out his loudest moan yet.

“Make her choke on my cum, make her choke on it, fuck fuck fuck—“

Minho shoves your head down until your nose is flush against Seungmin’s pelvis. You look for air anywhere you can but there isn’t much. The tip is so deep inside your throat you’re sure it can be seen clearly through your neck, but neither of them can see anything when you’re pressed flush against Seungmin.

A moment or two of nothing but Seungmin’s moans and you gagging, and then the salty taste gets stronger and his cum fills your throat in a sudden gush and Minho pulls you off in a matter of seconds.

You don’t even open your eyes, too overwhelmed by the speed of it all, focusing all your efforts on making up for the lack in your lungs without actually choking on your boyfriend’s cum.

Once you recover enough you remember to swallow what’s left in your mouth, the rest spilled all over you and the pillow and your brand new pink lace.

You feel a hand on your chin, cleaning you up, and when you open your eyes Minho’s looking you up and down seriously.

“How are we doing?”

“Green,” you practically moan, “keep going, I’m not done.”

“Calm down,” Seungmin chuckles, sitting on the edge of the bed, “you sucked my soul out.”

You grin at that, pride filling your chest at the state he’s in.

His chest is covered in a sheer layer of sweat, bangs sticking to his forehead even though he styled them away from his face today—and his cheeks are bright pink. There’s scratches all down his thighs; you imagine his back doesn’t look any better. He can barely keep his eyes open, still breathing in and out with effort.

“You’re so fucking hot like this, Seung,” you groan, “please, I can go again.”

“I can’t,” he falls on his back, covering his face with his arm as his chest raises up and down rapidly. “Leave me alone.”

You look up at Minho, eyebrows lifting in a silent plea.

“Go on,” he says, one corner of his lips lifting up into a smile, “hump his thighs.”

Seungmin groans, as if protesting, but he spreads himself on the bed until he looks comfortable. Then, he lifts his arm away from his eyes.

He licks his lips and you notice his breathing has settled down slightly. He doesn’t move, barely reacts as you climb onto his thigh and drag your cunt over the soft skin.

You groan as the damp fabric rubs against your folds.

There’s a constant ding ding ding from the bell, the sound spurring you on to go faster and faster.

“You did so well,” Minho praises, “and you’re so eager to do more. You have to cum for us first as a reward for all your hard work.”

You nod, “yeah, thank you. Thank you, Minho.”

“Like when you train a puppy to do tricks,” Seungmin explains, “we’re gonna let you cum as your treat.”

You whine at his words, dragging your hips back and forth at an aching pace.

“Show off your tail, baby,” Minho mumbles, “looks so fucking hot when it bounces around like that.”

You can’t imagine there’s any kind of grace in your movements, far too concerned with chasing the pleasure to think of how it looks—but Minho’s eyes are frozen on your ass, completely enchanted by the fluffy white tail.

It’s only when he slaps your ass, the surprise causing you to fall forward on Seungmin’s chest, that you feel yourself on the edge of cumming. The drag of your cunt against Seungmin’s thigh and the newfound angle nudging the plug inside you just right causes your moans to get more intense, louder, more desperate.

Seungmin grabs your tits with both hands, “bubs, cum.”

He says it like a command, like all the other commands he gave you so far tonight, and your body has already learned to react to anything he says.

You instantly start shaking in his hold, tingles running all the way from your toes to the tips of your fingers as your orgasm crashes through you. You clench tightly, the plug making it all the more sweeter as you ride it out for as long as you can.

You collapse on top of Seungmin, a content hum echoing against your chest when he pulls you into a hug.

You watch as Minho lays down next to Seungmin, brushing any stray hairs that fell out of your ponytail from all your efforts. You aren’t sure when he stripped down but he’s completely naked now, and you let yourself indulge in the beautiful sight of his bare body. From his sculptured chest to his thick thighs to his gorgeous cock sitting angry and needy against his stomach.

Seungmin kisses the top of your head, then lazily kisses Minho’s cheek.

“How are you, baby?” He asks.

“So hard I could cry,” Minho chuckles.

Seungmin’s hand wraps around the base of Minho’s cock, squeezing tightly.

Minho groans loudly, the sound so different from how composed he’s been so far. You can see his desperation when he shuts his eyes tightly, mouth hanging open.

“Bunny,” he groans, “how are you?”

All you can do is lift up two fingers.

“Need more rest?” You nod.

“Don’t worry, hyung,” Seungmin says, giving Minho’s cock one full stroke, “I’ll take care of it while our baby rests.”

Seungmin holds you in one arm and uses the other to keep pumping Minho’s cock. Minho moans freely, letting himself enjoy the attention finally being on him.

You know he prefers giving when it’s the three of you, and especially when you decide to try one of your own kinks, but he still loves when the attention is on him—and who wouldn’t love one of Seungmin’s big hands all over them?

No more than thirty seconds pass before you decide you’ve rested enough.

“Let me sit on it,” you mumble out, “want his cock in me.”

“She still sounds so desperate,” Seungmin hums, “we can all barely move but she’s still hungry for cock.”

Minho smiles lazily, grabbing at the leash and pulling you towards him.

You aren’t very graceful when you climb over to his side but you have to do it quickly, the collar already pressing down on your windpipe.

Minho helps you settle on his thighs. You notice just how much bigger they are than Seungmin’s when the stretch in your thigh deepens from the prolonged positioned you’re in.

He pushes your ruined underwear to the side while guiding his cock towards your entrance. He nudges the tip against your clit, spreading all your wetness on his cock before he easily slips it inside you.

It feels tighter than usual, the plug sitting snug right by his cock, and you can cum from the thought alone.

“You two look so good together,” Seungmin mumbles, cupping his balls. With his other hand, he brushes Minho’s hair out of his eyes. “I’m so in love with you two.”

Minho thrusts up, hard, surprising a squeal out of you.

“Oh my god,” Minho groans, “tell him if he says that again I’ll cum.”

“Seungie,” you start, and Minho instantly picks up his pace, practically drilling into you from below, “S-Seungie, tell Minho how, fuck, how much you love him.”

“Shut up,” Minho warns, snapping the leash. You clench as your breath hitches, but that doesn’t stop you.

You wrap your hands around Seungmin’s cock, at full hardness again already, and start lazily stroking him.

He bites his plump lip, blinking slowly at the pair of you.

“Fuck, I love you two so much,” he groans. You pump him faster.

Your coordination is awful, and Minho’s thrusts keep jolting you around, and all three of you can barely move but neither one of you will stop.

It should be awkward. You think it’s nothing less than perfect.

“Hyungie is the best boyfriend I could’ve asked for, and you’re the best girlfriend. It’s like I have the entire world here with me when we’re together. I’m so lucky you two are mine,”

You feel Minho’s dick twitching inside you.

“Say it again,” you whine, “fuck, Seung, I love you.”

He sits up enough to kiss you firmly on the lips, and it’s one too many things to focus on so you don’t think you do a good job of it at all.

You try to put all your energy on Seungmin’s cock, knowing Minho is controlling his own pace well enough, but Seungmin already came tonight and your hand isn’t fast enough.

Still, “Seungmin, I love you so much,” Minho moans. “Fuck, I love you both with my entire heart.”

“Minho,” you whine, not used to him saying things like that so desperately.

“Hyungie,” Seungmin says as he pulls him in for a kiss, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

The three of you start breathing desperately, all broken moans and messy kisses.

“I need you two like I need air,” Seungmin says.

“I couldn’t breathe without either one of you,” Minho agrees.

“Fuck,” you gasp out as Seungmin pushes the tail deeper inside you, “I need you two, I need you two more than anything.”

“I’m gonna cum,” Minho warms.

“Min, I love you,” you kiss him, “cum for us, Min, wanna feel you so close inside me.”

“M-me too,” Seungmin groans, “gonna cum, too.”

You can’t be the only one left out, and so you quickly start rubbing your clit in figure-eights with your free hand. It’s a mess of movements and an unsynchronized chorus of moans—but soon the three of you are all hit with it at the same time.

Minho gets there first, and it’s a domino reaction when Seungmin notices his boyfriend cumming inside his girlfriend, and your body reacts to the pair of them slowly after.

Minho carefully guides you off his thighs, ignoring the mess between your legs and the way it’s slipping out of your cunt and all over the bed.

He unlocks the leash, opens the collar and throws it off to the side somewhere. He only needs one hand to do so, and you can’t suppress the moan that leaves you from the sight of it. Luckily, they don’t think much of it as the three of you are all still sensitive.

Minho slowly, and with a few reassuring words, slips the plug out as well.

The pair of them rub over your neck and your sore thighs and your exhausted wrist. Minho takes a bit of water and washes over your neck to make sure your skin doesn’t get too irritated and then he makes sure to give you what little is left in the water bottle to drink. Everything still tastes of Seungmin, though.

After a few minutes Minho settles down against your chest, reaching a hand to hold onto Seungmin’s hips.

You’re sandwiched so closely together you might actually stop breathing soon—somehow it’s still not close enough.

“Kim Seungmin,” Minho mumbles, eyes closed, “since when do you get sappy during sex?”

“Wasn’t my fault,” he mumbles sleepily back, “I was overwhelmed. I truly meant it all.”

“Of course you did,” Minho says, as if stating a fact. “There’s a lot of things I’m unsure of, but what the three of us have together isn’t one of them.”

“If you guys don’t shut up I’ll start crying,” you threaten.

Minho kisses your cheek. Seungmin kisses your shoulder.

“You mean the world to me, bubs,” Seungmin mumbles.

“I will cry,” you groan.

“Fine, I hate you. Happy?” Seungmin chuckles.

You giggle at him, “I hate you, too.”

“Why are you two so annoying?” Minho smiles, big and content. You kiss his cheek softly.

It’s sweaty in your three way hug, and you’re still sticky all over, and your throat is on fire from thirst. But still, you don’t move yet, entirely content with being wrapped all around the two of them, unsure of where you end and they begin. It’s fitting like that, you think to yourself, being so close together your breath easily turns into theirs.

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wherever you are ☆ hwang hyunjin. (teaser!)

hyunjin x fem!reader. childhood best friends to lovers. slowburn, pining. fluff, angst.

OUT NOW.

Hyunjin promised you that he'll be wherever you are. What do you do when your best friend of years — the only person you've ever loved disappears without saying goodbye?

Don’t be a coward.

Four words Hyunjin told his reflection as he got ready. He was dressed in a basic tee and a pair of jeans, hair slicked back like the one time you told him it looked good. He spritzed his cologne behind his ears, on his neck, and on his wrist before repeating the four words again. This time, he whispered it, letting it soak into his brain, in hopes his heart would have courage.

It’s been too long. The feelings he harboured for you piled overtime, the crush he once thought was temporary transforming into fondness. It was becoming too much for Hyunjin’s heart to bear, he needed to let it out. If he didn’t, he felt like his heart could burst. And if it did, it would be confetti-shaped memories of you.

Chatters echoed outside your ballet academy, Hyunjin watched through the lowered window for your face among the sea of people. He had a plan in mind — he’d open the door for you, put the seatbelt on for you, and tell you about his feelings. In front of your academy wasn’t the most ideal place for a confession, he knew, but God — he couldn’t bear sitting in silence with you as a storm raged in his head. He couldn’t do it. He wanted to say it as soon as he could.

Hyunjin’s eyes were still busy looking for you when suddenly, your face came in his peripheral vision, along with another face. The other person was lean, jet black hair with bangs and puppy-like eyes. The boy opened the door for you before Hyunjin could.

Okay, step number one failed.

“Hey, Hyunnie!” your voice chirped, getting into the car. Your hand moved to buckle your seatbelt before Hyunjin could. He was too busy analysing the stranger in front of the door.

“Hey,” Hyunjin replied nonchalantly, looking at the boy from head to toe. “And this is…?”

“Seungmin. And you?” the boy said, tilting his head. To Hyunjin, he was being challenged. Seungmin’s tone was more daring than he liked, so he felt an urge to one-up the guy.

“Hyunjin. Been friends with Yn since were in diapers.” he replied, the extra detail a pathetic attempt at one-upping Seungmin.

Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, nodding as he shut your door, “Uh. Cool? Bye, Yn. And the friend since diapers.”

Oh, Hyunjin really didn’t like him.

“Wait, Seungminnie!” you called out just as Seungmin was walking away. He looked back at the car, raising an eyebrow. You turned to Hyunjin with puppy eyes. “Can you give Seungminnie a ride? He takes the bus and I think the next one’s in an hour.”

Hyunjin clenched his jaw, eyes fluttering from your pleading eyes to Seungmin’s figure outside the car. If it was all up to him, he would probably run the guy over. But God knew how much he cherished you, how he would rather cut his tongue than tell you “no,” so he agreed.

“Mm. Sure,” he replied, swallowing back a scoff.

Your eyes brightened, “Seungminnie! Come, we’ll give you a ride!” you yelled, tempting Hyunjin to mock the nickname you’d given him.

It was going to be a car ride straight out of hell.

Hyunjin’s knuckles were white against the steering as he pulled up to Seungmin’s residence complex. The building standing in front of him definitely belonged in a gated community, ritzy and luxurious. Somehow, that pissed Hyunjin off even more. He glanced at the unwanted guest sitting in the back seat through the rear-view mirror.

“Want me to drive you to the lobby, or what?”

Seungmin looked back into the mirror, peering at the reflection through his bangs. “Nah. They don’t let random cars in. Here’s just fine,” he mumbled, unbuckling the seatbelt. “Thanks, dude. Appreciate it.”

The car door closed behind Seungmin, leaving the two of you in the car. Hyunjin sighed, feeling the nerves creeping up him again. Now that it was only the two of you, it was time for Hyunjin to confess his feelings.

Before he could, you spoke, “Seungmin’s my friend in the academy. He’s really smart,” your eyes didn’t leave the crossroad before you, watching as Seungmin walked.

Hyunjin had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. He tapped on your thigh, trying to gain your attention. It worked as you looked at him, batting your eyelashes. “Hm?”

He licked his lower lip, mustering all the courage in him. It was now, or never. “Look, I have something to tell you.”

“Yeah?”

You shuffled in your seat, tilting your body slightly towards his way. Now that you had your full attention on him, Hyunjin felt even more nervous. He scratched the skin around his thumb, tongue-tied as his brain tried to form coherent words. He’s never done this before, always made fun of his friends for struggling to express their feelings but now that he was in the same place, he wished he could take back all the insults. The brown eyes looking deeply (and anxiously) into yours were profusely blinking, as though he was at the brink of tears. You grew worried.

“Hyunjin, what’s up?”

He scratched at the back of his neck. Why did his tongue feel so numb? Why did his brain feel empty yet so full at the same time? His heartbeats were so fast, he couldn’t quite catch up. Hyunjin was on a rollercoaster — you were waiting at the end of the ride.

Finally, he managed to muster words. “Look, I’ve pondered over —”

Two knocks on the window at the back. They’re followed by the door opening, an exasperated Seungmin popping his head into the car. Immediately, you both looked back, utterly bewildered.

“Sorry. I left my bag. Thank God you’re still here,” Seungmin said, grabbing his messenger bag and slipping it onto his shoulder. “Thanks and sorry!”

The door closed, thus silence blanketed the atmosphere once again. This time, with unresolved tension. You looked back at Hyunjin, tilting your head in curiosity.

“You were saying?”

Dazed, the raven looked at you. His face was a mixture of exasperation and confusion. His head? There was a storm raging, along with curse words aimed at Seungmin.

“Um…” He licked his lower lip, racking his brain to find back the words he wanted to say. They were all lost. He was already at the end of the rollercoaster, the bumps along the way forgotten, and the thrill subsided. All that’s left was the remnants of anxiety. He couldn’t do it anymore, not when he’s forgotten the things he wanted to say, and the moment disturbed by your dear friend Seungmin.

So, he put the gear on to drive. He shook his head and made up a white lie.

“I think I want to try a new ice cream place today.”

The taste of cookies and cream could not beat the bitterness on Hyunjin’s tongue.

It may be because the bitterness had seeped into his head.

“I’m going to your room,” you announced, swinging the front door of his house open. “Hi, Mrs Hwang!” you cheered, running up the stairs after.

“I’m going to talk to my mom a little bit,” Hyunjin said, hanging both your coats on the coat hanger.

Nothing could’ve prepared Hyunjin for what was to happen next.

Both his parents were crowding the kitchen countertop when he walked in, skimming through a piece of paper. They were beaming, eyes crinkled as they smiled. A reminder that Hyunjin resembled both his parents. He blinked in confusion as to why his parents looked so happy. He didn’t think he'd seen them this happy before.

“What’s going on?” he questioned, peering over their figures to look at the paper.

On the paper were words he’d only seen in his dreams. Never in a million years he would’ve thought it’d manifest to life. His heart skipped a beat as he read the words over, and over.

“You made it, sweetheart,” his mother’s soft voice spoke, confirming his suspicion. “You got accepted. Beaux-Arts de Paris.”

“Eomma,” he mumbled, as if he was pleading. Pleading for this dream to stop. Somebody’s got to wake him up from this nightmare of a day. “There’s no way.”

Hyunjin picked up the letter, inspecting it closer. As though if he looked any closer, the words on the pristine white paper would change. Reject him. Or maybe, the logo of the prestigious school would magically transform into a logo of a school in Seoul. Anything, anything, that would keep him here. In Seoul. With you.

“You did it, sweetheart. Your dreams are coming true,” his mother keenly said, pulling him into a side hug. “I’m so proud of you.”

His dream? It was his dream, and, yours. No, scratch that — it wasn’t truly his dream. It was yours. His dream had always been to be wherever you are.

He didn’t think he would be accepted. When you told him you were rejected from the Paris Ballet School, he told you that he was rejected, too. He didn’t tell you that he was waitlisted, under the impression that he was never getting out of the waitlist. What was he to tell you now?

Hyunjin hid his sadness, wanting to make his parents proud, “Yeah. I did it. I’m so happy, eomma, appa.”

A series of praises left his parents, and he allowed for them to engulf him in a hug.

“Don’t tell Yn, ‘kay?” he muttered, before excusing himself to go upstairs. The acceptance letter was neatly folded, tucked into his pocket.

When he swung his bedroom door open, you were standing in front of his full-length mirror. Clad in only his t-shirt, you inspected yourself.

“Hey, Hwang Hyunjin,” you muttered, turning your body. “Your clothes are bigger than me now. You used to be so small.”

You looked at him, mock dismay in your face. “I was so much taller than you before. You were a dwarf.”

How was he meant to tell you about Paris?

“I was never a dwarf. You were just too busy looking down on me.”

Giggles left both of you. Silently, he observed the way you were examining yourself. You had the mannerisms of a ballerina, each gesture as gracious as your dance. Hyunjin adored the curves of your body, but God knew he loved that of your smile even more.

Later, you were both laying on his bed, you in a starfish position. Hyunjin was at the edge of his bed, trying his best to not fall.

“Ballet was so hard today,” you sighed. You turned your body sideways, burying your face into Hyunjin’s chest. He could smell you in this closeness.

“Are you wearing my deodorant?” he queried, bowing to clasp his nose onto your shoulder. It felt like a kiss to him. “This is literally the smell of my deodorant.”

You shrugged. “Yeah? What about it? You should’ve gotten used to me taking your things by now, Hwang Hyunjin. I’ve been doing this our whole lives.”

Touché. The boy sighed, letting you fill in the silence with your babbles. Wordlessly, he listened to your words, letting it be the white noise to his thoughts.

His head was clearly not there. Unbeknownst to him, you knew of this. He’d been off all day. You’ve picked up on each signal, knowing him like the back of your hand. As much as you wanted to know what was wrong, you knew not to pry. You resorted to comfort instead.

Your fingertips met at the back of his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. He was never one for physical touch but sometimes, it helped. You leaned your head into his neck.

Gingerly, you whispered the words you thought he would need.

“You’re always here, around me. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

The exact words he did not need to hear that day.

How was he meant to tell you of his feelings now?

Especially when he was leaving — oceans away.

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subskz · 5 months

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i feel like seungminnie definitely has a choking kink. idk like squeeze his throat with your hand when you ride/peg him, or tighten his puppy collar tighter than it should be so it can add that extra squeeze. honestly, if you were to tie his tie and accidentally did it kinda tight…he would probably moan.

1000% 🙏 the expression he makes when you rest your hand on his neck says it all. even before you squeeze down, his breath catches in his throat and he tilts his head back w the prettiest look of relief crossing his face, inviting you to curl your fingers into sides of his neck. the added pressure would definitely make him lose his mind, you can tell by the way he starts to twitch like crazy inside of you/against his stomach

and tightening his tie 🥰 that’s the most seungmo thing on earth hehe…dressing your boy up in a fancy suit only for him to let out a breathy, involuntary moan that completely contradicts how dapper and polite he looks when you accidentally constrict it a bit too tight around his neck. he’d esp love it if you tugged at his tie like a leash to pull him in for a kiss or drag him along w you to the bed hehe

#ask #💌 seungmo

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skz-bella · 9 months

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖: 𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 (𝙛𝙖𝙠𝙚) 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙖𝙚

Taglist: @curly-fr13s @elizalabs3

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⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP ONE

It was during their 5-STAR 3RD fanmeet. Lee Know was waving towards the STAYs in the crowd when Bella ran towards him with a goofy smile on her face. Naturally, Lee Know looked at her, confused.

It was only after a few moments did Bella begin to do aegyo in front of him, her smile as bright as the lights behind her. This made Lee Know smile, his eyes crinkling at her cuteness.

After she was done, she held up a flower that a STAY threw into the crowd, silently asking if she could put it on him. He agreed, bending downwards slightly so as to give her access to his hair. Bella placed it gently, making sure not to ruin the work of the stylist.

She patted his head after she was done. But before he could stand up straight, she quickly kissed his cheek before running off, giggling. Lee Know merely shook his head as he looked at her endearingly.

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⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP TWO

As they filmed for TOPLINE, Bella was waiting for her shoot to begin as she sat gracefully sat upon a stack of (fake) money. As she waited, Changbin came to her filing for the Making Film.

"And here is the beautiful Bella." He said, raising his hand to pat her head. "Say hi to STAYs."

"Hi STAY~' She smiled happily, her eyes shut in happiness. Behind the camera, Changbin smiled and placed his hand on her cheek. This just made Bella leaned into his cheek, making Changbin squeeze her cheeks with his thumb and index finger.

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⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP THREE

After a showcase at M!Countdown, the group were resting backstage and were filming it for their fans. At that certain point in time, it was Han who was filming himself lying on the ground on his back, his hair sprawled all over.

"We just finished performing CASE 143 at M!Countdown." He sounded breathless. "Please watch it and support us!"

"I'm so tired~" Han's eyes moved to somewhere off screen at hearing the familiar voice. Soon after he laughed before talking to the camera again. "Bella-noona is complaining she's tired."

After a moment of sounds of incoherent mumbling of Bella, Han is seen moving the camera away from his face and Bella's pink hair came into view. She lay onto his chest, making Han laugh.

"Are you tired?" Bella hummed. "Have you eaten?" There was silence. "You haven't eaten, have you?" Now, Bella hummed. Han playfully groaned, combing his fingers through her hair. "What are we going to do with you?" Bella laughed. "You love me though!"

"Unfortunately."

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⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP FOUR

Seungmin and Bella were filming themselves for a video for their fans as they went out shopping for stuff for the house. As they passed by a shop, Bella spotted a really pretty dress on the one of the display windows. She tugged on Seungmin's hoodie making him turn to her.

"Let's buy that!" She pointed at the dress.

Seungmin raised an eyebrow. "With what money?"

"Yours." The answer was immediate, making him to shake his head.

"No." He began to walk forward but Bella pulled hs hoodie harder.

"Please, Seungminnie~"

"Aren't you the older one out of the two of us?"

"Please buy it for me!"

Next thing STAYs knew, Bella posted herself on BUBBLE and Instagram wearing the same dress she had been asking Seungmin to buy for her. The power she holds is truly incredible.

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⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP FIVE

During a SKZ CODE episode, Bella and I.N were paired up for a challenge. The two had to find three items on the second floor of an abandoned school building. Problem was that the staff decorated the place to look haunted and absolutely terrifying.

"It's so dark in here." Bella whispered to the camera she was holding.

"I feel something is going to pop out of nowhere." I.N whispered back.

"Right?" They climbed the stairs slowly, checking for any people in the dark. Just as they reached the top floor, they heard a door shut making Bella shout for a moment.

"YAH!" I.N looked at her. "What?"

"Someone is here." She looked around, staring down the hallway.

"Of course there is, noona." He sounded tired. "There are staff here recording us for our show."

"Eek!" She screamed, completely ignoring his words, and latching onto his arm. "It's a rat. Carry me Jeonginnie!"

"No!" He (gently) tried to push her away but failed as her grip was tight. "Please, I'm begging you."

That's how the real maknae, I.N, ended up carrying the fake maknae, Bella throughout their mission. Whenever she screamt, he shouted to her not to and threatened to drop her, however never dared to do so.

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⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP SIX

Bella and Bang Chan were participating in a photoshoot for a famous magazine (you guys can decide which one). The photographers had suggested that the two of them decide on poses together as they were the ones who were being taken pictures and so as to not feel uncomfortable.

Since they had changed to fancy black and white clothes for the theme, they chose six poses to do together, three extra ones to not be included in the magazine but be sent to them so that they could send them to their fans.

After they had posed for the magazine, they went on to do the silly poses they had planned for STAY. From kissy faces to full on chaotic poses, they had enough to satisfy their fans for probably the next month.

For the last pose however, Chan and Bella had to hug and one of them would be side hugging the other. Naturally, since Chan was taller he would be the one hugging her but Bella had other plans.

"No!~" She whined. "I want to be the big spoon!" Chan laughed, reminding himself to kill Changbin for teaching her that phrase, while he tried to explain to her why he should be the one to do it, but she was adamant.

"But Bella, it makes more sense when I do it." He said while laughing. Bella monotonously stared at him before walking away making him follow her. In the end, unable to deny her cuteness and persistence, he agreed and she was hugging him in the end.

[EXTRA: When he agreed, they soon figured out that Chan was much taller than Bella for her to be the big spoon. However, not wanting to give up, she forced him to sit on a white block, while Chan laughed. He complied and Bella sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck.]

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⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP SEVEN

"What do you mean you burnt water? How is that possible?!" "I don't know either! Leave me alone!"

Felix and Bella were having a V-Live during their World Tour, a few days before a show. It wasn't a planned live (are any of them are really?) and the two were having fun not being watched by the staff, taking full advantage of the situation.

The topics discussed ranged from work, to family to random ones which was where they were right now. "What were you even doing?"

Bella laughed and covered her mouth. "I don't know, I think I was using my phone then it happened."

"You see STAY? Don't cook and use your phone at the same time." Felix turned to the camera and pointed towards it, talking to STAY. Bella laughed and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Yeah okay, I learnt my lesson. But damn the water was so hot I cried when I burnt myself-"

"You burnt yourself?!" His fake angry face quickly melted into one of concern. "Where?!" Bella soundlessly pointed at her hand and Felix took it in his, as if it were a fragile object.

"Oh, you poor thing." He whispered before sweetly kissing the spot she pointed at. After a few moments he rubbed her head affectionately. "My poor baby~"

While her cheeks were pink from embarrassment, she managed to mumble out "I'm older than you Yongbokie~"

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⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP EIGHT

It was no secret that Hyunjin, being the absolute simp he is, had an entire polaroid dedicated to taking photos of her. Bella knew this and always used her cuteness so she can get things from him.

"I'm hungry!" She had whined once during a group VLive after the members had, coincidentally, teased her for having a large appetite just minutes prior. Hyunjin immediately glanced to her and began to tap on his phone. Not even five minutes later, a plate of kimchi arrived for the one and only Bella herself.

Another scene: "I've been eyeing this bag of Louis Vuitton for a while and I was thinking of buying when I get my paycheck next month." Bella said to the camera while Hyunjin could be seen with his stylist some few metres from her, listening.

The next day, Bella had a bag on her lap as someone did her makeup. "Oh this?" She gestured to the bag after the makeup artist had asked her. "Hyunjin got this for me yesterday. Weird it was the bag I wanted to buy later."

Last scene: Hyunjin was given a polaroid camera by his parents a few years back however he was tasked, by the staff, to take two photos of one of his fellow members and and kiss it before giving it to them.

"Hyunjin, I'm your boyfriend so the most obvious choice." Changbin said slinging his arm over his shoulder, making him laugh.

"Don't listen to him. I'm your boyfriend." Han playfully pushed Changbin away and hugged while the other members protested, wanting Hyunjin's stain of a kiss. Meanwhile, Bella was sitting in the corner of the room, smiling to herself and watching the chaotic men before her.

As if he could feel her gaze, Hyunjin turned to look at her. Bella noticed this and smiled cutely, giving him her most cutest smile. Hyunjin could be seen freezing before shouting that he had made a decision. With that he stood up and walked towards Bella and proceeded to take the photos, smiling innocently as the picture was manufactured as the other members stared in shock.

As soon as they were done, he placed a sweet kiss on each of them, his light pink lips balm prints left on them, and hands them to her, not before kissing her temple. That was how Bella ended up with a picture of herself as her phone case for the next four months.

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hearts4leeknow · 7 months

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cake || hyunjin x reader

Warnings: female reader, lovey-dovey, 1 use of ‘y/n’

Genre: fluff fluff and more fluff!

word count: 687

A/N: I made this after seungmins birthday but pretended it’s his birthday!

“Hyunjin!” I yelled playfully, giggling, “what!” Hyunjin looked at me with a smirk.

“You got flour all over me!” I whined, frowning, looking at my floured covered hoodie and sweatpants.

“Oh, c’mon you can’t just blame me! Whatever…go get one of my hoodies and sweatpants from upstairs and i’ll clean this mess we made so we can finish seungminnies cake in time for his birthday party.” My black haired boyfriend says emphasizing the ‘we made’ since I did start it.

“Deal! Don’t do anything other than cleaning without me, because I know for a fact you can’t bake.” I smiled, giving him a light peck on the cheek before running upstairs to change.

“Yes, baby…I know.” He sighed.

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I sighed giving a small smile to her before she ran upstairs, god I love her. I walked to the kitchen counter grabbing a wet cloth to wipe the countertop with. I hummed to the music playing in the background, smiling as I remembered all the cute memories me and Y/n have together. I washed some dishes when she came back downstairs in my deep green hoodie with grey sweatpants that were also mine.

“Darling…you’re back, finally it felt like eternity!” I whined and pouted, “Hyune, I was gone for 5 minutes…” she mumbled, patting my head.

“It felt like 5 years, baby” I kissed her forehead, “ Let’s get back to work, yeah?” I asked, looking down at her wide smile.

“Yeah!” she exclaimed, excitedly grabbing ingredients for the cake.

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I tapped my foot to the beat of the music while Hyunjin was mixing some stuff, “Hyue, where’s the icing?” I questioned tapping him on the shoulder, “Here!” he turned around, booping my nose with icing.

“Awe you have a cute white nose now!” He smiled, kissing my whole face, but my nose.

“Hyuneee, we gotta finish this cake, stop playing around!” I frowned, pouting at his playfulness at this hour.

“Muse, I know I just wanna have fun with you too!” Hyunjin smiled giving me a tight hug, it felt nice, it felt like home, it felt like you were truly loved.

He let go and said; “We’re almost done, babe, just some more decorations on the cake!” He gave a warm smile while pushing his long black hair behind his ears.

“I’ll do the rest while you get ready for the party first.” I smiled back, “You’ve amazing help, baby.” I kissed him on the lips, patting his head ushering for hm. to get ready.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit, I love you!” Hyunjin waved and ran upstairs to go get ready.

“I love you too!” I smiled and waved back, then turned my attention to the 90% finished cake. I added some flowers and more icing decorations making it look more presentable and professional. I stepped over to the sink to wash my hands before putting the cake into its designated box. I turned the water off as I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. “Hyune, you look so handsome…” I stared at him for a moment before walking up to him to fix his hair a little.

“Thank you, baby.” Hyunjin smiled, he was wearing a simple button up with a fancy jacket and pants, his hair was half up and half down exposing his jawline.

“Here, i’ll put the cake in the box, you go get ready.” He nudged me towards the stairs, “okay!” I responded, slowly walking up the stairs.

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I came running down the stairs almost tripping on my own feet, “woah.” was the first thing to come out of his mouth when he saw me.

“Well? what do you think?” I asked looking down shyly, “amazing! gosh you look lovely, you’re so pretty…i’m almost speechless…” Hyunjin rambled with his jaw dropped in shock. I wore a deep red silky dress that went down to my lower thighs, not quite at my knees. hair completely down and curled at the ends, a jelly lipstick with lipgloss on my lips making them pop.

~ FIN ~

#hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #x reader #skz #skz hyunjin #stray kids #fiction #fanfic #lee know #baking #cake #birthday #love

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felixsfrecklehyunjin · 2 years

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Hello^^

This is my first time writing smth so I hope you enjoy it! And make sure to leave a request for my next post if u want ^^

Imagine going on date with Skz members 1/8

Kim Seungmin ^^

° Picnic date °

• You woke up early today already exited about ur date, this is yours and seungmins first date and you can't wait! You love him so much and u just know it's going to be perfect since he is there ^^

• you jumped out of bed and walked to the bathroom to take a shower, brush ur teeth and look urself in the mirror. After all that was done you make ur way to the kitchen to pack some food for the picnic, you made some soft pencakes with chocolate chips, you made some waffles (since you know Seungmin has bad history with pencakes ), then you packed some fruit in little bowls , strawberry, blueberry, blackberry and some cherry ^^.

• after you packed everything you got text from Seungmin ^ Hey! I'll be at your place in about an hour! I'm very exited,cya! 💕🐶^ you blushed as soon as you read the part where he said he is exited about ur date but you also smiled and started dancing a bit as you walked upstairs to get dressed.

• you wore cute summer dress, with white shoes and a cute teddy bag, you also did ur hair and nails :

• after you got ready you put on some cherry scented perfume and went downstairs to wait, then after some time the doorbell ring, you jumped up exited and went to open the door with smile on ur face, and there he was ur bf Seungmin! He looked so good you could die 😭

• when Seungmin saw you he started blushing and said ^ h-hey! You look really nice!^ he said with a soft smile. You ofc started blushing °thank you seungminnie you look great too!° you said with soft giggle at the end. After some shy giggles and smiles you guys finally sat in car and he started driving.

• the whole car ride you guys were talking about seungmins new song and he was telling you about new mv and Coreo Wich you appreciated since you love their coreos and mv's

• after some time you guys finally got on destination, it was beautiful park with amazing view and it was only you and Seungmin there Wich was great! You spread the blanked on grass and put a food and drinks on it then sat down. °Wow this is so nice° you said as you put on sunglasses and close ur eyes ^ yeah it really is^ Seungmin said while looking at you and smiling ^ shall we eat? I didn't had breakfast yet haha^ he said while laughing ° ow yes! I packed ur fav food and drinks! ° you said as you gave him his fav strawberry soda and waffles while you take cherry soda and pencakes, and you put the fruit in the middle.

•You talked, ate, laughed and cuddles for hours and it was starting to get dark Wich you and Seungmin found very romantic^^. You guys are sitting next to each other while looking at the view, you shivered a bit since it was getting cold, Seungmin noticed and gave be you his jacked wich you gladly acepted, Seungmin the layed his back on blanked and softly pulling you with him so u lay ur head on his chest, you can't help but blush at the sudden action, you tought u was the only one blushing but no, Currently Seungmin looks like tomato haha.

• as you guys layed there watching the stars Seungmin suddenly called ur name softly ^ Y/N^ you looked up at him and before u knew it his lips were on urs for a soft kiss, you got butterflies and started to blush even more, Seungmin softly pulled you closer to him still kissing you.

•you stayed like that for some time before he pulled away and gave you soft kiss on ur nose and then looked in ur eyes both of you blushing and said ^ you look really pretty^ you giggled softly and kisses him again.

The end lol

I hope u guys enjoyed this! Pls leave a comment if you like this stlry and let me know if u want more ^^

#stray kids #seungmin #imagines

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skz-chatbot · 5 months

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Princess: Haneul adores you Innie, and you’re his appa. It’s ok. *kiss* Nara will love you too.

Innie: aah! Aegi! You’re being too cute! *blushes*

Chan: he’s adorable, that’s how Haneul got those adorable eyes of his. *kisses innie’s cheek*

Innie: yah. Let’s go home now 🫣

(Later, at home)

Minnie: I’m your uncle seungminnie. I’m gonna dress you up in cute little ribbons and dresses until you’re a teenager who’s sick of my shenanigans, hm Haru?

Hyunjin: ah, I promised a story for you, didn’t I Nara? Let’s go find one, hm? *carries her to the nursery*

💫 anon

Y'know what's funny? Could have sworn hyung said we wanted to meet them first

#minho answers #lee know #skz 💫 anon

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kangaroosmile · 1 year

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My fake Santa 🎄

description: After losing a bet, Seungmin has to talk to a shopping mall Santa. At first Seungmin would rather die than doing the punishment but when Seungmin hears fake Santa's voice he can't ignore the fact that Santa sounds strangely familiar to him.

pairing: Chan x Seungmin

genre: Santa, first love, second chance, school friends, au

word count: ~ 1.9k

Do you want to read the other Advent Calendar days? Here is the Masterlist 24 to 25

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"I will drink three shots to not do it! Please have mercy on me", Seungmin begged. Normally he wouldn't beg. Especially not Minho but the punishment the older one had chosen for Seungmin was just too much. He wouldn't do it. Not in 1 million years. It was just too embarrassing. But when Seungmin saw Minhos smirk he knew there was no way out of this. He cursed himself for being so dumb to bet with the older man. With Minho he always got the short end of the deal and still he tried this time. He let out a deep breath and turned around. Now he had his punishment in sight. More like the person that was his punishment. The shopping mall santa who was sitting on a big chair in front of a mountain of gifts and a huge Christmas tree.

"I need to film this", giggled Hyunjin, who was a bit too excited for Sungmin's taste.

"You will absolutely not do that, Hyung", Seungmin hissed but was ignored.

"Come one Seungminnie. Go and talk to Santa. Be a good boy and be nice." Seungmin wanted to kill Minho right now. Of course not really, but maybe just a little bit.

With legs like wax he walked up to the elves that stood in front of the podest.

"Only for children", the left one said straight forward, not even really looking at Seungmin.

"Who says I'm not a child anymore?", he tried and tried a smile he would call innocent. The right one looked him up and down and then raised one eyebrow. Who was he even fooling? He could hear his friends laugh. Maybe he should consider finding new friends. Who even needed these 6 idiots?

"Please let me through. I want to take a picture with Santa because…", in panic he started to think. "My little sister can't come. She is in the hospital. I want to make her happy even if it's just for five minutes." Seungmin was proud of himself for creating such a good lie. The both elves looked at eachother and Seungmin already expected to get a rejection but then the left elf opened the cordon and let him through. To be honest, Seungmin didn't know whether that was good or not because now he really had to sit down on Santa's lap. Well not really Santa. A person dressed like Santa who was probably old and kinda strange. When he looked back towards his friends again, he saw Hyunjin holding out his phone. So he was filming even after what Seungmin said.

Slowly he walked up to Santa, who was still waving to the little girl that had spoken to him before.

"So who is the next child to", Santa started but stopped when he saw Seungmin in front of him. To Seungmin, Santa's voice sounded strangely familiar.

"Well I guess you are no child anymore."

"That's right Santa, but my younger sister is ill and I want a selfie with you to show her", Seungmin lied.

"I thought you just had an older sister."

"Do I know you?" Seungmin was curious. How did fake Santa know he only had an older sister?

"Of course. I'm Santa. I know everything", fake Santa said with a laugh while he rubbed his neck. Seungmin wasn't falling for that.

"Sure", he muttered and shook his head. If the fake Santa knew he had no younger sister then he also didn't need to take a picture for alibi. "Goodbye… I guess", Seungmin muttered before he nearly ran away. Back toward his friends.

"You didn't talk loud enough. We could hear anything", Jisung whined and looked at Hyunjins phone.

"That was kinda boring", Minho sighed.

"Well that's your problem", Seungmin said, sticking out his tongue. A small smile appeared on Minho's lips and faster than Seungmin could react, his hair was messy. Seungmin let out a low sigh and rolled his eyes.

"Alright, who wants to make a bet next?"

"Definitely not me. I will sit down in the café right there and drink a coffee. You can do whatever you want", Seungmin explained.

"You can do that. We will see each other tomorrow." Seungmin hugged his friends goodbye. He was considering still being friends with them. When they were out of sight, he walked over to the café. He sat down at a table where he could see the Santa platform but the fake Santa couldn't see him anymore. Because he needed to know who it was. Who the man behind the Santa costume was. He knew the voice but he couldn't connect it with a face.

So he waited and waited and waited. It was just past seven p.m. when the fake Santa stood up from his chair and walked towards a small door. It was probably the entrance to the changing room. While the fake Santa was away, Seungmin paid for his drinks and exited the café. A few metres away from the door he waited for someone to get out. He was a bit nervous, but he just needed to know who the fake Santa was.

When the door was opened he raised his head. The man, who had opened the door, had stopped in his tracks and stared at Seungmin.

"Why are you still here, Seungmin?" It was the same voice. Of course it was him. How was it possible that he didn't notice it was him?

"So you were Santa? Aren't you a bit too young for being Santa?"

"Woah that's the first time you said I was to young for something and not to old", the other man joked, while he walked a bit towards Seungmin.

"Don't let that get over your head old man", Seungmin muttered. The other man started to laugh.

"Ah there is the Seungmin I know." Seungmin rolled his eyes but couldn't hold back the little smile that appeared on his lips. For a moment there was silence between the two men. Seungmin wanted to talk more. He didn't want this to end now.

"Have you eaten yet?" Seungmin was not surprised when the other shook his head. Even in school Chan had always forgotten to eat. "Then let's go. I will treat you with dinner today."

"You don't have too, Seungmin."

"But I want to. So let me."

They didn't need to walk long till they found a little restaurant near the shopping mall.

When Seungmin sat down in front of Chan he finally had the chance to have a proper look. He looked good. Of course older than a few years ago but maybe he looked even better now.

"You know, Musical club wasn't the same without you", Seungmin confessed toying with his glass of coke and escaping Chan's glance. Chan on the other hand started to laugh, his cheeks turning hot.

“Don't tell lies to me.”

“But it's true! Without you it wasn't as fun anymore. I really missed you there.” Now Chan started to smile softly.

“I missed it too. You know it was strange not going to the club every monday after I graduated.”

Their meal came and for a while they ate in silence and Seungmin remembered why he had loved to eat together with Chan after the musical club. Chan had never forced him into a conversation but it never felt uncomfortable sitting with him.

“You know, last year I found a group of people who are studying and performing musicals on their own. It's really fun. We have a Christmas performance next week. If you want, you can come and watch it”, Chan mumbled against his chopsticks. With wide eyes Seungmin nodded. “I can introduce you to everyone afterwards.”

“You would do that? Hyung you are amazing!”, the younger man giggled happily. Chan looked at him with a fond smile.

“You know what else I missed?”, Chan said after a moment of silence. He looked nervous all of the sudden which made Seungmin nervous too. What was the other man going to tell him now? “I missed you. Not just our time during the musical club but the entire time. Our dinners, our lessons, our walks to the train station.” He stopped for a second breathing in deeply. “I missed your smile whenever you saw me. I missed our little fights and that you always called me old. I missed you being by my side and I only noticed it after I graduated. I noticed how much you meant to me. More than I thought. It was scary.” Seungmin was speechless. He didn't know what to say.

“Is that why you didn't text me anymore?” Chan let out a sigh and nodded.

“It was dumb, I know that now. I probably hurt you with my actions. I'm sorry for that.”

“I'm over it. But thanks for your apology.” Seungmin pushed his empty bowl to the side and softly grabbed Chan's hands.

“What are your feelings now?” The older man looked up from their hands into Seungmins eyes.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Shouldn't you be so wise in your old age? I see some things never change”, Seungmin giggled and drew back when Chan tried to hit him on his arm. “I liked you too, idiot. And now I'm asking what your feelings are. I just want to know.” Now Chan leaned back a bit.

“I think you will never forget your first love. Others will come and maybe will go again but your first love is something you will never forget even if it's not returned.”

“Lucky you that it was indeed returned but we were just to dumb to notice.” Seungmin had a smile on his lips that nearly hurt him.

“Very dumb indeed”, Chan muttered while he shook his head and then after some hesitation reaching for Seungmins hand. “Would you go on a date with me?”

“Hmm I don't know. You seem quite old, aren't you too old for me?”, muttered Seungmin with raised eyebrow.

“Kim Seungmin!”

“Sorry Hyung”, he laughed and leaned a bit forward. “I would really like to go on a date with you.”

“That's all I wanted to hear”, Chan said with a wide smile on his face. When the waitress stopped at their desks the next time, Seungmin paid for them both and they exited the little restaurant.

“Is your number still the same?”, Chan asked with his hands in his pockets. Seungmin nodded while he looked down at the older man. “That's good. Unfortunately I have to go now but I will text you.”

“Can I give you a hug, Hyung?” Normally Seungmin wasn't a person to ask for a hug but with Chan it was different. And as Chan's smile grew, Seungmin knew he did the right thing. Chan's hug felt warm and safe and Seungmin wished he could stay like this forever but sadly Chan had to go.

“See you soon, Seungminnie.” And after a goodbye wave, Chan was walking away from him. Seungmin didn't expect that a bet could change so much but he was happy he had lost. A vibration pulled him out of his daydream. Someone had texted him. He started to laugh lightly when he saw the name. He had completely forgotten he had saved Chan with this name.

Channie Channie Channie

I think Santa wanted us to meet again.

Maybe he and his magic are real in the end.

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You can find more of my stories under Stray Kids Masterlist

#stray kids #skz #bang chan #kim seungmin #bang chan x kim seungmin #fake santa #santa claus #first love #second chance

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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I cannot possibly express... how much I love this look... And the sparklies added to it so he's just extra... I dunno... [REST] 😭

✨send me your fave pic of a skz member (or members) and I’ll make a lil scenario out of it! ✨

oh len, thank you so very much for providing my indox with seung i am always blessed my bun <3 AND you had to hit me with neverending story seung??? the sparkles make him so fricking cute FRICK

tonight I would like to offer sub!seung bc i feel like we never see him??? teehee hope ya enjoy 🥰\

semi-public teasing, dirty talk

everything about him looked absolutely unreal: from his fuzzy white beret to his thin sliver necklace and his baby blue sweater. little did he know, but you couldn’t wait a second longer to wrap him up in your arms, rub your nose against his, and tell him how pretty he looked. seungmin would giggle when you would pull him away from the fray after the performance to fiddle with his cute caramel waves.

“i just can’t get enough of you Seung,” you beam, and he blushes in response. “you’re so beautiful baby.”

“you think so?” he shies with glistening eyes.

“do you think anyone else will come this way?”

he looks around the quiet hallway further away from the rest of the managers and the other staff.

“i’m not sure, why?”

you tug him over to one of the dressing rooms marked with the sign that permits stray kids to use them.

“what are you doing?” he asks with his adorable puppy-like eyes.

“getting us some privacy.”

the room is nearly empty, save for some discarded hangers and other random articles of clothing like hoodies and socks.

you kiss him carefully at first, careful not to startle him, and he melts directly into your kiss with every bit of softness that you spend your days daydreaming of. the fuzzy of his beret tickles your fingers where you hold the sides of his face gently. with his light blue sweater-paws, he holds you back tenderly with fingers rubbing into your back.

“what was that for?” he whispers into the dark room.

“i felt like it.” you say between kisses to his cheeks as well.

“Seungminnie, i don’t think that I can wait much longer, not when you look like this.”

“Like what?” he tilts his head.

your hands trickle down his sides to his pants where you toy with his belt loops, bringing his hips crashing into yours. from the friction alone, he starts to catch your drift.

“Oh...” he sighs out with a tiny gasp against you. “r-right now?”

you work your way around his button, and pop it open. his dick starts to fight the confines of his jeans, and you palm over him lightly.

“i don’t want much...other than to make you cum all over my hand. would that be okay?”

he shivers feeling you squeeze, and nods while you slowly unzip his zipper too.

“i-i would really like that.” he whispers back with a little crack to his voice.

“we’ll have to wait a little bit longer until i can take these pretty clothes off you and show you all the things i’d really like to do.”

#binniesthighs 💌#cutie moots #dom--minnie #skz smut #stray kids smut #seungmin smut #skz hard hours #stray kids hard hours

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daisykpop98 · 3 years

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Group movie night with Seungmin

Genre: Smut ; short-story

Pairing: SwitchSub!Seungmin x SwitchDom!Reader / small Bangchanxreader

Word-count: 857 words.

/Warnings/ : teasing, handjob, dirty talk, (slight) bondage, (slight) degradation, overstimulation, (mild) exhibitionism.

Notes: This is my first work so please be kind. English is also not my first language (I’m French).

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It was movie night, so you were all in the dorms living-room. Jisung and Minho were cuddling on the right armchair, Hyunjin, Jeongin and Changbin were on the floor, Chan was on the left armchair and you were, with Seungmin on your right and Felix next to him, on the couch. Your legs were on your boyfriends legs, covered by a blanket. He was stocking your thigh gently. As the movie went by, his hand was starting to get higher and higher. You tried to give him a warning look, but his eyes were focused on the TV. You decided to play his little game by putting your hand next to his crotch. You could feel his body tensed up. You gracefully put on finger over it and started teasing him. He pinched the skin between your thigh and your crotch and you jolted. The boys looked at you with questioning faces but you told them to concentrate on the movie. You glanced quickly at Chan, who was still looking at you and you realized that he knew exactly what was going on. You removed your hand from Seungmin and put it in his hair. You saw Chan took his phone out of his pocket and soon, you received a text message.

Channie: if you want to do nasty things with your boyfriend, it would be better if you two wait until the end of the movie or do it in his room.

You showed the message to Seungmin, who smirked at Chan. His hand went directly to your crotch and you tried your best to not react to it. His fingers found your clit immediately and he started moving them against it. Chan was still looking at you but you tried to ignore the two men and concentrate on the movie, which was not the most easiest task with Seungmin finger going faster and faster. You could feel your orgasm starting to build up and it was harder and harder for you to stay silent. Seungmin noticed it and whispered in your ear: “ssssh baby, you don’t want the others to know what a little slut you are, right ?” You gave him a mean look but he just chuckled silently. When you were about to cum, Seungmin removed his fingers from you and put his hand above the blancket. You grabbed his crotch, this time it was him who jolted. “Are you ok Seungminnie ?” Ask Jisung. “Yes, I just have a cramp.” “You should ask Y/N to give you a massage” said Hyunjin with a wink. “Yes, I think it’s better for me to go lie in my bed. Are you coming ?” He asked you, reaching for your hand. You both quickly said goodbye to the boys and went to his bedroom, that he shared with Chan. The moment you entered the bedroom, you pinned him against the wall. “Sweet baby wants to play with me in front of his friends” you said while undressing him. “Noona, I’m sorry.. please don’t be to harsh on me, you look so good in that skirt.. I ..” “On the bed. Now.” He did what you said and waited for you to get undressed. But you didn’t. Instead, you got on the bed, fully dressed, and started pumping him fast with your two hands. Seungmin’s hands went to your wrists, trying to stop. “Do you want Noona to tie you up ? My baby is not happy with what I give him ? Finish the job by yourself then.” Seungmin grabbed you by the waist the moment you tried to get up. “Please Noona, I’ll be good. It’s just too good for me it hurts.” “Your hands.” “Noona...” “I said give your hands or I’m leaving”. He gave you his hands. You grabbed a silk ribbon in the nightstand drawer and tied his wrists to the bed. You resumed your movement on his dick. He was already sweating, his cheeks flushed, his toes curled. You started sucking on his nipples, leaving purple bruises on his torso. He bucked into your hand slowly, and saw that you didn’t stopped him so he continued. His body tensed up and he came all over your hands and abs. But you didn’t stopped. You continued at the same pace. “Please Noona, it’s too..much .. it hurts... aaaaah it’s .. so .. so .. good .. please don’t stop” and he came again. You removed your hands and started licking them. “That was ... but you .. “ he stuttered, trying to get his words while recovering. “It’s okay baby. Let’s get you cleaned up”. You licked his body clean and went to the bathroom for a wet cloth. You cleaned his body with it. The both of you changed to more comfy clothes and cuddled in bed. He was fast asleep in a few seconds. Chan entered in the room to go to sleep. “Everybody heard you, they were kinda shocked that you were a dom” he said while smirking at you. “What about you ?” You asked. “Trust me. If you were mine, you would never be a dom.”

#stray kids smut #stray kids #seungmin smut #kim seungmin #stray kids scenarios

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peachyunjinnie · 4 years

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Kim Seungmin A-Z

chan minho changbin hyunjin jisung felix seungmin

masterlist making out with seungmin

pairing ➛ kim seungmin x female reader

genre ➛ a - z list

warnings ➛ mention of kinks

synopsis ➛ this is an alphabetical list of smut themes, from aftercare to kinks everything is covered in this post.

word count ➛ 1.3k

author’s note ➛ this was early on requested and i now am (finally) doing it. I saw a lot of people wanting a jeongin a-z or some nsfw stuff with jeongin... i will kindly ask you to not ask anything sexual with i.n and if that’s a problem with you then leave this blog or just unfollow me. thank you for understanding. e n j o y uwu.

A: Aftercare

He kind of reminds me of Felix when it comes to aftercare. He is kind of lost but still manages to do everything right. Will be next to you and ask if you need anything or just relaxing and holding you in his arms, tightly.

B: Body

On himself:

He really likes his chubby left cheek and thinks it’s his charming point. He also likes his smile and his puppy like looks.

On his S/O:

Your lips. They are so soft and so sweet. Everything about them are perfect and godlike. Baby boy is just in love with u :(((

C: Cum

He is going for the face. Just the look of you, covered in his cum, dripping down from your chin to your boobs. Your lips parted and some more of his seeds in your mouth. Your big eyes starring up at him giving him an extra boost of his dominance.

D: Dirty Secret

Seungmin is such a freak. He is a sadistic hard dom. I just have the strong feeling that he is playing so innocent but when we dive in his sick imagination, this dude is so so fucked up. He really wants to try out new/BDSM stuff but is afraid to hurt you or that you will reject him for his kinks.

E: Experience

He may have some since he joined JYP at the age of 17 which means he could have his first girlfriend or even sex. But I think he had his first girlfriend and didn’t have done very much. Maybe oral some heated make-out session.

F: Favorite Position

He is into Missionary and Doggy. This boy usually doesn’t care about position but he really loves doggy. He lives and dies for it. He is such a sucker for missionary as well, his romantic side is just so in love with it.

G: Goofy

Boy is s e r i o u s. He is so concentrated on not letting his hard dom side through that he doesn’t really has any thought about getting goofy or funny.

H: Hair

Seungmin is slightly haired. He is shaved but not completely bare down there. He has a little bit of hair left tho but like just a lil shaved but not all down.

I: Intimacy

He is very intimate, and he loves when you get intimate and passionate. His intimate side is so soft and so close but if he would let his dominance side get through he would be so so intimate with you.

J: Jack Off

He may look like an angel and he actually is an angel but this boy’s stamina and yearning is crazy. He may dethrone the now NR. 1 Jack Off Champ. Felix. I think he really is something and he really needs to get his hormones under control. I mean please he scares the members wHILE THEY ARE SHOWERING I-

K: Kinks

BDSM: Giving

Sir-Kink: Receiving

Degradation: Giving

Little Daddy Kink: Receiving

Choking: Giving

L: Location

He wants to keep it in bed but when his little friend is not having any of it, he may have some public sex. Not like super risky public, just enough to give you and him a little kick.

M: Motivation

He cannot stop thinking about tying you up. It’s a thought he’s been having for some time and it really makes him stone-hard. The rope perfectly keeping you from touching him or yourself, the redness and soreness of your weak limbs... he really is a sadist.

N: No

Like any ‚nasty‘ stuff. Not kink shaming but he cannot start anything including feet, blood or any like liquids if you know what I mean... It’s just not something that would ever be a turn on or just sexual.

O: Oral

Seungmin performing oral is probably such a tease. Sometimes his dominance comes through and he finds himself edging you or overstimulating you harshly. He gets himself so lost that he ends up hearing your loud moans and cries and immediately stops.

P: Pace

His pace is... let’s say, very rhythmic. Seungmin really keeps it rhythmical. I don’t really get why this came to my mind but I just feel like he got the rhythm while thrusting.

Q: Quickie

Seungmin is not really a quickie fanatic but if his little one needs to be filled, he would do it within a heartbeat. Not a crowded place though, a little risky but not too safe. If you do it in public then with an adrenaline rush.

R: Risk

He is a little risky. As said in Quickie, he can live with a little risk. Not behind a sign at McDonald's tho, like a restroom or a room of another member? He gets crazy red, since he is a little embarrassed to have sex in public.

S: Stamina

Seungmin can handle some. He can go for let’s say 2 rounds but more than that would be critical. He gets tired after 1 round and after 2 he would be very sleepy.

T: Toy

He doesn’t have anything. He is still a little shy about toys and everything, but would love to get you some cute toys, like a pink vibrator or a pastel buttplug. He just wants to spoil you but is a shy mess.

U: Unfair

He can surprisingly get very teasing, the way he has you begging and whining explains it. He knows what he is capable of doing in bed with you and how unfair/teasing he can get but he has a little control, but sometimes that control goes missing.

V: Volume

I think Seungmin is a moaner. He let’s it out and moans louder when is close. His nasally voice with his moan automatically makes it a little more high-pitched.

W: Wild Card

It’s Changbin’s birthday party, you were invited and the other members were having a great time. But after a few sips of a your drinks you were far gone, your alcohol tolerance is 0 so you get drunk very easily. Seungmin apparently drank a little too much as well.

You see Seungmin and walk up to him, tiptoeing to get to his ear.

“Seungminnie, I need your dick.” He immediately looked at you with a small shock.

“Y/N, Later.” He giggled a little.

“Then bring me to your room, I wanna sleepy sleepy.” Your head resting on his shoulder, he escorted you to his room. He placed you on his bed and locked the door.

“Seungminnie, I feel so so soo hot.” I giggled while stripping my dress off and revealing my lingerie.

And well what happened afterwards is pretty obvious. But what you two didn’t knew is that Seungmin got you in Chan’s room and he doesn’t know about it to this day.

X: X-Ray

Seungmin kinda reminds me of Hyunjin. Long and skinny. Unlike Chan he is not on the thicker side. Maybe a good 6 inches.

Y: Yearning

Baby boy is yearning for you. He wants you and sometimes can’t keep his fingers off of you. Quite literally, he can’t keep his fingers off you. He touches you and makes so much body contact, if you’re in public. Holding hands, Touching your hair, Stroking your thighs, Grabbing your waist and placing you on his lap.

Z: ZZZ

He is just tired. After 1 round he can manage to function but after the 2nd round, baby boy is so tired but still talks with you or cleans you up a little bit if he came inside of you.¨

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lixiefe · 4 years

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Can’t Touch - k.sm

Chapter Six: September

Words: 2.8k (I couldn’t divide it)

Warning: none for now

(I’ll add a gif cuz it made my day)

IT WAS NEARING your wedding day and Mrs. Kim was as busy as ever. You've met Seungmin a couple of times already. It was mostly because of his hyperactive mother, who invited you to his company whenever she visited, shoved you inside his spacious office and closed the door in a jump-scare way. Even though the first few seconds consisted of inadequate staring, it erupted small talks between the both of you, starting from 'how are you's to 'you know what's.

You noticed that he was very soft-spoken and decorous. He didn't necessarily give you small answers to avoid speaking too much, but his speech was adequate with the amount of words. You got to know quite a few outer things about him, that you could probably also discover on a magazine. But hearing it from him seemed special. And you felt special because he answered all your questions patiently.

He was nice to the point you could actually hope of your romantic happy ending. Arranged didn’t seem so bad.

And at one point, he seemed to enjoy answering you. He often cast down his laptop lid at the sight of you. And peered at you with undivided attention- with that heart wrecking look on his face, which made you feel even more flustered.

And you loved the fact that he didn't question your rather simple, in your words- trashy outfit choices, which heavily contained random uniforms. You would've dressed up for him- you screamed at yourself too, but your meetings were always spontaneous, so you went out with whatever you were wearing. (“Y/n! I need you right now! Come with me please.” Mrs. Kim hollered. “Right now? b-but I need to change--” “There’s no need, dear. It doesn’t matter. Quick!”)

Seungmin didn't seem to care about your attire. At all. Once you’d apologized for coming in poorly and he had given you a mocking eyebrow lift. After jeeringly looking you up, he replied that its your comfort that mattered. Even though, in this case, your comfort wasn’t your choice (Its was your workplace’s), your inner self could but swoon at him.

You also noticed one of his many many impressive traits- he was always honest and authentic on his opinions. Maybe it was a habit he’d grown since diaper-hood but you admired it. Nothing about him and his words were over-sentimental, be it for press or himself in general.

Today, you were scheduled for a planned meeting with Seungmin, in his home. His living quarters (The thought was chilling). You were to bring your mother as well, but she felt slightly sick, and forced you to go alone. You had your worries set on her, but nonetheless, you went. You made sure to imprint a better impression this time. So pairing with a nice, decent, navy dress, you wore some matching earrings- that you didn't think you had- and applied slight makeup.

You got out of the taxi and stepped your sandal clad feet on the pavement in front of his building. You exhaled a deep breath through your lips in an attempt to boost up your confidence and proceeded towards your destination, preparing to be awestruck with Seungmin and his stupidly lavish home. Mrs. Kim had said that today was special for the both of you, and that you could look forward to it.

Suspicious, but who are you to question it anyways?

"Hey!" you heard a cheery voice from behind you, shaking up at the unexpected call. You turned around to search for the source of the voice, coming face to face with the brightest smile adorning a squirrel like face. At the first sight, he looked undeniably cute and sort of – as much as you thought of it as cheating, you couldn't deny- attractive. He looked like the unplanned diva, innocently blind to the attention he absorbed- or maybe not. His eyes sparkled with immeasurable joy, with a smile so contagious that it could be severely infectious to each and everyone around. He wasn't much taller than you and had dyed blonde hair styled in a flaunting manner.

"Hello," you staidly greeted as you proceeded to give him a bow.

"Whoa, you don't have to be so polite." He said. You felt that he seemed hesitant all of a sudden, but nonetheless, he exuded warmth and cordiality.

"I'm Han Jisung," he introduced himself, extending his hand towards you for a handshake; smile still adjacent to his radiant face. You shook his hands, again giving him a little bow with your head. His never- wavering smile encouraging you to reciprocate.

"I am--"

"I know, I know. I cannot not know my best friend's soon to be wife now, can I?" he flirtatiously giggled. Cordial and friendly people like him were so rare and that made you crack a soundful smile as well.

"I, the mighty and fantastic Han Jisung, am your escort for tonight. Please anticipate today's event," he acted out skillfully, bowing to you with victorian hand motions and elegance . He reminded you of superficial historic knights, except he was a modern stylish man with dramatic acting skills. You couldn't help but laugh.

"Come one, I'll show you the way," you followed behind him, constantly looking around you in awe. When you thought the dress boutique was extravagant, Seungmin's company building was baroque. It excelled in decorative composition and was keenly pleasing to naked eye. And the employees were just as fashionable as the interior. It made you feel inferior among all the diva-like presence.

You were so focused on eyeing your surroundings that without knowing, you arrived at an almost deserted part of the floor. And you wondered why there weren't any people in this particular area. You looked ahead to Jisung's walking figure, heading towards what looked like an elevator. And when you were close enough, you realized that it was, indeed, an elevator. A very entrance door looking elevator.

"After you," Jisung mused as he stood aside in front of the gates, pressing on the buttons and the gates immediately opened, revealing a vacant space.

Without keeping the latter waiting, you stepped inside the elevator, gawked yet again. The theme of the space seemed to be matte black and gold, and it was absolutely gorgeous. It had mirrors above your head and right behind you, along with a tiny hanging shelf which contained a bunch of hygienic equipment, a little opaque bottle of perfume and a few other things on the adjacent folders that you couldn’t see.

"Seungminnie likes privacy like no other. That's why, he has his very own personal elevator. Although it's smaller than the public ones." Jisung informed. It was as if he read your mind when he replied to your unasked question. You 'hmm'ed at him, mentally marveling how he'd said "seungminnie'.

It was cute.

You had gotten the fact that Seungmin was exceptionally self-kept. But it bugged you when he said this was a small space, because it seemed to be as large as your home bathroom- which you were much satisfied with. But he didn't need to know that.

You both reached the top floor in seconds and swiftly got out, facing a rather plain door right in front of you. You stood still, this place was new to you and you didn't want to be the one knocking on the door first. You knew for a certain that claustrophobia wouldn't hit you all of a sudden, but it was still sort of nerve-wracking.

everything was nerve-wracking for you.

You grasped that 'knocking' seemed irrelevant when you saw Jisung casually pushing in the pin number and unlocking the door in seconds with a single ting sound. You were stiff, both because you were unknown to this place and because this was Seungmin's abode, somewhere you were to live as well. That thought made you feel uneasy for a moment. For someone who lived their whole life in a mediocre and sophisticated way, you couldn't imagine yourself calling an amenity like this, home.

Jisung ushered you to go inside, pushing the door so that it was wide open for you. You cautiously walked inside, Jisung gliding in after you. As you got in, you were instantly faced with Mrs. Kim to whom you bowed, showing courtesy. She nodded at you, smiling and brought you further inside by your arm.

The inside was just as you thought, lavish and deluxe furniture decorating the span of the living room. There was a large curved-screen TV placed in front of the davenport. You didn't dare determine just how expensive the structure was. Everything was absolutely immaculate. Spare dust; you couldn't even see any misplaced item or any obstacles to the eye when you panorama-viewed the interior. It looked extremely akin to a newly bought apartment, with basically no flaws.

Mrs. Kim was explaining to you where Seungmin was and asking you occasional questions about your mother and your well-being. You saw Jisung leisurely dropping berries into his mouth while sitting on the divan with one of his legs smugly resting atop the other. He looked like it was just as much of a home to him as it was to Seungmin. He could spread out on the divan and watch a movie; yet be completely careless because no one would object his actions.

Minutes after, Seungmin came from the hallway that lead to other rooms. You greeted him with a curt bow and small smile which he reciprocated, looking like the same handsome man you’d seen these times.

Mrs. Kim left both of you supposedly to bring some important 'thing'. Before that, she excitedly tugged Jisung inside with her. Her smile permanent. Because of the harsh tug, Jisung stumbled to get up from his posh sitting, but managed to steady himself just fine; and ran after Mrs. Kim with clumsy feet.

"Take a seat, please," Seungmin offered. He directed you towards the divan, hands ghosting over your back. This was the closest you've gotten to him since that day. It was polite to not touch someone's back while guiding them, but you couldn't help but feel like there was an ulterior motive to it. But that was not what you wanted to think about.

As you sat down on the comfortable seat, Seungmin took the opposite seat from yours.

"You look like you changed your styling preferences, but you still look very nice," you complimented him, with a soft yet quite voice. Coincidentally, you both matched in color. He was wearing a navy blue shirt with slightly rotated collar, making it look dispositional yet elegant, but you knew this was fashion. He also wore black slacks which matched him greatly.

How can someone manage to be this perfect and bat their lashes like it’s nothing?

"Those formal stuff can't be altered to match updated style much, you'd see me wearing this type of clothes more if I'm outside of work," he replied. He sounded like a chic person in general, a stark difference to you. His attire was casual yet sophisticated, and you wondered how he looked more dashing the more you got to know him. He was handsome and dressy from the first, but everyday he turned even more perfect. Are humans supposed to work like that?

Maybe you were too sleepy.

You heard excited shouts and hysterical 'woo's which you knew were coming from Jisung in the most chaotic way. You both paid attention to the upcoming people as you averted your eyes. Mrs. Kim came with a square and shiny gold packaging with Jisung carrying a dark cake with his barely stable feet. You promptly went to the wavering boy and helped him set the cake on the table.

You felt embarrassed when you saw it was a birthday cake for Seungmin, with candles forming the number 26 above the cake. You felt like you didn't care enough to know his birthday and it made you feel guilty. Before apologizing, you made sure to glue this date into your head, September 22. This was a crucial information, so there was no way you could forget it.

"I never knew it's you birthday, I'm extremely sorry--" Seungmin shook his head, reminding you that it was redundant. In unabated embarrassment, you smacked your lips together, looking anywhere else but him.

"Eyy, you weren't supposed to," He says, pert. And shied at that, face hidden behind the shelter of your hair. You lifted your head at Mrs. Kim. And before you knew it, she had shoved the wrapped up plastic knife in your hands and forwarded you right in front of the cake. You felt the others surrounding you and the lighted cake.

His mother animatedly motioned you to cut the cake. Jisung already clapping faintly in a rhythm with hyped whistles. You weren't supposed to be the spotlight, it wasn't your special day. You meekly looked Seungmin. To which he encouraged you to proceed as well.

But you couldn't cut the cake for someone else's birthday. So you shook you head at him and held the knife in front of him. He took it from you and fleetly cut the chocolate coated cake. And right before that, the other two had started singing happy birthday to him, like he were a little boy. And with an eye-smile, you joined them, singing it in synchronization.

You heard a somewhat giggle like sound from Seungmin, your heart beat reacting to it in an instant and incredibly speeding up. For a second, you admired him with his blatantly dazzling smile lighting up his face and the raw happiness in his shining eyes. He was like any other smothered only-child, celebrating his birthday in sheer commemoration.

Seungmin fed all of you a bite of the cake with a spoon. Even more than the moment he fed you, what you loved the most was the unwavering smile of his lips and the bright stars in his eyes. You saw a whole constellation, one that stretched into abyss and sparkled like polished diamonds. It was your first time seeing him so exultant – and so smiley- that you wished you'd see more of this Seungmin.

But what you didn't notice was how he wiped the handle of the knife with the decoration-handkerchief stuck to his belt. You didn't, but Jisung did. And he applauded Seungmin for turning his sneaky means into fashion.

"Alright, now get ready for the main event of this day," Jisung yelled, clapping his hands to attract your attention. Both you and Seungmin looked at the older male, providing him 'undivided attention'. While Mrs. Kim swiftly extracted two velvet boxes from the mysterious sparkly bag. Your eyes were now on her as she stood in front of you both, the boxes in her hands. You could see one of them being crimson while the other was a beautiful royal blue. You were instantly striked with jitters in the anticipation of what’s to come.

"Tada! Y/N's ring is chosen by Seungmin, so you can answer yourself if its too glamorous," she stated with a sing-song voice and giggled heartily. She came to you as she handed you the red box, placing the other on Seungmin's outstretched hand. "Open up."

You opened the lid to see the most delicately ornate ring you'd ever seen. And you were touched so deeply at the first sight of it. You could only imagine the cost of it, and so, a part of you felt bad. So much money was spent on you that it was unimaginable.

"Do you like it?" you heard Seungmin ask you. You immediately thought, 'what a nonsense question' but you didn't say it out loud. This ring was so beyond your expectations. It was obvious that you cannot but love it.

"This is so beautiful. I don't even have words for it," you said, with sincerity. And true enough, you were lost of speech. The ring wasn't too sparkly, it was elegantly modest. There were three pearly diamonds gradually decreasing in size from left to right. It sparkled even more as you rotated it under the lights. It was your engagement ring, so it held so much more to it than just the beauty of it. It wasn’t anything grandiloquent, but sincere.

Seungmin smiled at your response.

You saw him pick up his ring and wear it on his ring finger- by himself. Your heart felt a heavy weight, the feeling of disappointment. And you realized, that he wasn't going to hold your hand like a prince charming and fit the ring into your finger. I mean of course not, he wasn’t marrying you out of love.

You forced yourself to accept it as it is without further illogical presuppositions . Expecting more from him would be fairly selfish, and you didn't want that. Expectations were futile, and it only made you brittle.

Mrs. Kim furrowed her brows as she opened her mouth to object her son's action, but her attempt was replaced with Jisung's ringing voice.

"Minnie, wouldn't you thank your mother for the ring? She was the one who chose it." Jisung nervously laughed. Seungmin looked up from his ring and thanked his mother; telling her that he loved the ring to which she only smiled with hesitance. Jisung huffed a sigh of relief.

You didn't wait anymore. Picking up the ring, you slid it into your ring finger, pretending to admire how beautiful yet – a bit out if place- it looked on your finger. And as everyone eyed your reaction to it, no matter how much you liked its artistry and glamour, how much it concisely meaningful it was, your mind repeatedly asked why Seungmin didn't put it on you; it left a heavy weight pulling down your heart and you could only feign a grateful smile.

It wasn't sincere, you knew it. And Jisung knew it.

a/n: I’m not happy about this at all. My writing is going down the hills and that’s a fact. T.T

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scxrlettwxtches · 4 years

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picture perfect | kim seungmin

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none!

Word Count: ~1.5k

Description: Seungmin hated weddings as much as any other estranged cousin, but that wedding photograph is really cute.

Author’s Note: hi everyone! because of school and other reasons, i’ve been on hiatus for a couple months. however, i’m happy to say that i’m writing again!! thank to everyone that’s been giving my writings so much love!! here’s a rather sloppy drabble to announce my return. :) more to come soon!!

Seungmin never cared much for weddings, especially the wedding of his rather wealthy, incredibly stuck-up cousin, but if he had to find one good memory to take home with him that day, it was that the photographer was cute.

Like really freaking cute.

Maybe he was biased, being a photographer himself, but his eyes were on you the whole night. It was captivating to watch you, someone who seemed to wholeheartedly love their job, someone who genuinely had a passionate spark in their eyes, and Seungmin found himself absolutely enthralled before the two of you had even said hello.

That was okay, though, because Seungmin was never one to act on his impulses. He was perfectly content with just admiring you from afar, sitting at one of the empty tables in the far corners of the banquet hall with his half-full glass of champagne. It wasn’t as if there was anything else he would rather be doing, or anyone else he could bear to be in the presence of.

As the banquet soon turned into a stuffy dance party, Seungmin lost sight of you, and he sighed dejectedly. Guess it was back to the depths of boredom for him. Glancing at his watch, he counted down to the hour that his mother had given him permission to legally leave without offending the elders of his extended family. He was so detached from reality by this point, he completely failed to notice that a certain photographer had made her way towards him, her heels clicking softly.

“Enjoying the festivities?” Seungmin feigned ignorance as he almost choked on his sip of champagne. Your voice was fuller than he had imagined, but it held this melodic quality that he made him want to cling onto your every syllable. Looking up past your fancy attire to gaze directly into your eyes, he gestured to his dark, secluded corner.

“Can’t you see all the fun I’m having?”

You only raised an eyebrow, hands still clasped on your camera hanging from your neck, “Not a wedding person, huh?”

“I prefer weddings that feel like the pair actually love each other.”

“How dare you insult the happy couple?” You said, sounding offended, “They’re infatuated with each other!”

“I’m pretty sure they’re more infatuated with each other’s money than the person themselves,” Seungmin retorted rather wryly. He wondered for a split second if he had genuinely offended you, but then your lips quirked up into a small, secretive smile.

“Touché,” Gesturing to the empty seat beside him, you asked, “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Seungmin waved his hand, and you smoothed your dress from the back as you sat down, taking your camera off your neck and placing it on the table.

The man cleared his throat, “Um, I think you’re a really good photographer.”

You looked amused, “If you’re going to compliment me, don’t you think you should actually see the photos first?”

Seungmin panicked internally, “No, no, really! The angles you use are really creative, and I know the photos will turn out great.”

“Thanks,” you said sincerely, before you let out a bitter laugh, “The bride only asked me to be their photographer because she knew I wouldn’t ask her to pay me. You’d think someone with this much money to throw around could spare a couple hundred bucks for their wedding photographer.”

“Why wouldn’t she pay you?” Seungmin asked curiously, “Are you guys friends?”

“We were roommates in university,” you answered, shrugging your tired shoulders, “Though we didn’t really talk much. She was always out partying and I was always locked in my room, studying away.”

“You could still charge her,” he argued.

Your face grew thoughtful as you looked up to the crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of the room, “Maybe,” you said, before adding on with finality, “but that’s not me, and she knew that.”

Seungmin couldn’t help but feel a newfound admiration for you, a girl who’d stick to her morals even when dealing with people that took you for granted, “Well, the bride’s going to be in for a pleasant surprise when you send her those photos. She might just pay you because they’re too high quality.”

You laughed, a soaring, beautiful sound that made Seungmin’s heart flutter, “That would be nice. I just ran out of boba funds last Friday.”

Now with a comfortable silence, you started again, wanting to get to know this mysterious man a little better, “So, why are you here, when you’re obviously not enjoying yourself? Blackmail? Bribery?”

“Unfortunately, that’s not too far off from the truth,” Seungmin said tiredly, rubbing his eyes with his right hand, “The groom is actually a cousin of mine, one that I don’t particularly get along with either, but I think my mom would’ve genuinely called a hitman to threaten my life if I didn’t show up. All about preserving the family respect, you know?”

“Yes, I sadly know too much about that,” you agreed, “Can I also be bold enough to say that your cousin’s family are probably the most wealthy relatives in your extended family, so everyone is flocking to this wedding so they can stay in their good books?”

Seungmin snickered, looking mildly impressed, “Do you keep tabs on my life?”

You smiled wryly, “I don’t need to. I’ve lived your life.”

“Ah, what dysfunctional upper class family do you come from, then?”

“My family owns a really big tech company in Korea,” you answered, although you looked slightly more uncomfortable than you did before, “I was supposed to inherit it and shit, but I didn’t want to, so I ran away to start a life here in LA.”

Frowning, Seungmin decided not to press more about your family history, since your eyes had grown sad and full of pain, an expression that he never wanted to see on your face, “What are you doing in LA now?”

“Oh, you know,” Gesturing to your camera, you shrugged, “Freelancing with photography, doing some art commissions, sometimes I produce songs, the list is infinite when there isn’t a parental figure clinging to your back like a hawk.”

“Lucky,” The man said rather bitterly, “I didn’t have the courage to leave, so now I’m stuck with a nine to five office job that I absolutely despise.”

You swallowed as you asked hesitantly, “D-do you like performing arts? You don’t look like a dancer, or a classical musician.”

Seungmin felt a smile creep on his face, “Nah, I’m a singer. Or at least, I want to be.”

“A singer,” the look in your eyes had changed, sparkling with interest, “Are you any good?”

“You wound me,” he reigned offence, pressing a hand to his heart, “Do I look like a bad singer to you?”

“It’s not about how you look, handsome,” you rolled your eyes, “It’s about how you sound.”

Handsome. Seungmin felt his ears grow warm. Without thinking too much about what you said, you reached for your camera and began looking through some of the photos, oblivious to the turmoil beside you. Seungmin watched as you posted into concentration, your hands working the camera and checking the details of every photo like a true professional.

She asked you if you sing well, a voice sounding suspiciously similar to his friend, Hyunjin, whispered in his mind. This is your chance. Shoot your shot, bro.

“Well!” Seungmin bursted out with more volume than he’d intended. Startled, you whipped up to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. Panicking, he stammered with a little less confidence, “Um—I sing pretty well.”

If you hadn’t expected him to say that, it didn’t show on you face, “I see,” you replied, and you sounded pleased, “If you’re up to it, I’d like to hear you sing sometime. Maybe we could work together on a song or two.”

You shot your shot, imaginary Hyunjin spoke again. Now just say yes, you idiot.

“W-wow, that would be good! Great, actually!” Seungmin yelped, his composure slipping, “Should we call and figure out a time to meet?”

Nodding, you opened your phone and passed it to him so he could write down his information. He put “Seungminnie” with a smiley face as his contact because he really was whipped, not that he’d tell anyone.

When he got home, completely worn out, his phone buzzed with your name popped up in his notifications.

hey seungminnie! thanks a lot for today, you were basically the only reason i had fun at this party. hope we can make that collab a reality soon!

oh, and here are some pics i took of you when you were daydreaming in the corner of the banquet hall hahaha :) you could definitely be model if you wanted to

If Seungmin’s face was flushed until he fell asleep, it wasn’t anybody’s business.

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