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jae-bummer · 1 year

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A Perfect Disaster

Request: I'm heeere, lol Can I request 'Your bias confesses through text message while sitting next to you.' for Han (skz)?? It seems like something he'd totally do lol. Take your time, no rush or pressure, write it however/whenever/if you want :) <3

Prompt:

14) Your bias confesses through text message while sitting next to you.

Pairing: Stray Kids Han x Reader

Genre: Fluff

"Tonight's the night, fellas!" Han whispered to himself. Looking into the mirror, he started hopping around and shaking out his arms. "Tonight...everything is going to change."

"What's tonight?" Changbin asked.

Gasping, Han spun around and clutched at his chest. "Yah! Can't a man get a little privacy?!"

"The door was open," Changbin shrugged. He was carrying a bag of snacks and immediately popped what appeared to be a piece of popcorn into his mouth. In between bites, he asked again. "What's tonight though?"

Heaving a sigh, Han flopped backward onto his bed. "Don't say anything, but I'm going to confess to Y/N."

"You're going to confess to Y/N?!" Changbin shouted, his voice echoing down the hall. Han immediately cringed as he signaled with his hands for his member to tone it down.

"Who's confessing to Y/N?" a sleepy voice muttered behind Changbin. A few seconds later, a half awake Hyunjin stood wrapped in a blanket and reached into Changbin's snacks.

"Hannie!" Changbin grinned.

Scoffing, Han slumped on the bed again. "Tell him not to say anything and he shouts it to half of the building."

"Don't put your unrealistic expectations on me," Changbin chuckled. "Plus you should be excited! This is an exciting thing!"

"Maybe for you guys," Han grumbled. "I feel like I'm going to vomit."

"How are you going to do it?" Hyunjin asked. Entering the room, he crawled into bed beside Han and nestled in. "Is it going to be some kind of big romantic gesture?"

"No plan," Han hummed, shaking his head. "Just vibes."

"What the hell does that mean?" Hyunjin asked, furrowing his brows.

"It means there's at least an 80% chance that he's going to abort mission," Changbin smirked.

Hyunjin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hannie, I say this in the most loving way possible. Y/N is not going to wait for you forever."

"Wait for me?" Han asked, looking back and forth between his members. "What do you mean "wait for me"?"

"He means, Y/N has obviously had a crush on you for a while," Changbin said slowly.

"And you have been subconsciously denying it for about just as long," Hyunjin finished.

"You're telling me..." Han whispered. "I have a chance?"

Both of his members groaned as they looked away from him. "That is all you've gotten from this conversation!" Changbin yelled, slamming down his snacks.

"Should I have gotten more than that?" Han winced. "Because right now, it sounds like the most important part."

"Yes, dummy," Hyunjin muttered, slapping him on the arm. "You have a chance."

You adjusted your outfit as you stood at the door to the 3Racha (and Hyunjin) dorm. Han had already responded to your buzzer and knew you were in the building, so why was it so hard to actually knock?

The members of Stray Kids were your friends, you reasoned with yourself. There was no need to ever feel nervous or uncomfortable around them (in theory). Admittedly, you has partly blamed yourself for the recent shift in mood whenever you hung out together. It was becoming increasingly apparent that there was some sort of tension between you and Han. You knew other members saw it, but you weren't so sure that Han had ever realized it himself.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, and lifted your closed fist again. Just as your fingers hovered before the door, it sprung open. Nearly punching Han in the face, you jumped back in surprise. Staring wide eyed at each other, you let out a small squeak.

"I was just about to come looking for you," Han said quickly. "It was taking you awhile and I got worried because you've been here like...a lot, so you shouldn't have been lost."

"Right," you whispered. You felt the heat of embarrassment begin to crawl up your neck. "I was...uh..."

Han lifted his brows, waiting.

"I'm really tired today," you nodded. Wracking your brain to come up with an appropriate fib was proving more difficult by the second. "So, I took it extra slow coming up the stairs."

"I thought I heard the elevator beep?" Han asked, looking confused toward the opposite end of the hall. "Is it out of service? Because that was like five minutes ago-"

"Totally out of service," you agreed.

To your horror, you heard the elevator ding behind you and the doors begin to slide open. Closing your eyes, you listened as heavy foot falls came toward you.

"Hyung?" Han said. The footsteps halted and you finally turned to see who it was.

"Hey Channie," you cringed.

"Don't look so happy to see me, Y/N!" Chan grinned, smacking you on the back. "Why are we standing awkwardly in the hallway?"

"Did they already fix the elevator?" Han asked, furrowing his brows.

"Fix the-" Chan said, shaking his head. "What do you-"

"Chan has an excellent point," you said quickly, taking each boy by the bicep. "Let's go inside."

Pushing the two in front of you, you allowed yourself to take a few deep breaths while they couldn't see.

"What are you two up to tonight?" Chan asked, popping off his sneakers.

Thankful for his change of subject, you followed by removing your own shoes.

"I was going to order some dinner in," Han said carefully, trying to make eye contact with the older member. "Maybe watch a movie."

"Sounds fun!" Chan nodded, still completely oblivious to Han's odd tone. "What are we getting? I've been really craving-"

"Chan!" Hyunjin gasped as he appeared from around the corner. Changbin wasn't far behind. "Changbin and I ordered chicken, do you want some?"

Chan looked confused as he looked to Hyunjin and back to Han. "But-"

"We really want you to come sit with us," Changbin said through barred teeth. He shot Chan with a knowing look before motioning in your direction with his eyes.

"You guys are being really weird right now," you said quietly. Of course, they were weird most of the time, but this was a new level.

"Yeah, just bring the chicken out here," Chan nodded. "I'm going to go wash up."

Leaning his head back in defeat, Hyunjin muttered something quietly to Changbin who shrugged in response.

"I guess we're having chicken," Han cringed.

Sat happily between Hyunjin and Han, you munched on your food. The conversation was relatively quiet for once, which should make sense considering everyone had food in their mouth. The unnerving part was that having food in their mouth had never stopped them from yelling at each other (disguised as conversation) before.

In your periphery, you could see Hyunjin lean backwards. After a moment, Han did the same. Looking curiously back and forth between the two, you attempted to focus on what they were saying. Whisper shouting too quickly for you to understand, both boys sprang forward before you could catch anything significant.

Glancing to Han, he smiled awkwardly back at you. He tugged out his phone and began typing furiously.

"So Y/N," Hyunjin said, catching your attention. "How have you been?"

"Fine?" you stated, narrowing your eyes at him. "What have you guys been up to lately?"

"Nothing much," Hyunjin nodded. He bit into his chicken before looking away.

"Can someone please tell me what is going on right now?" you whined. "Why is everyone walking around on eggshells?"

"Did someone break something?" Chan asked, looking up from his food. For once, he seemed completely ignorant to whatever shenanigans the other three had going on. "I told you guys, it's best to be upfront when you-"

"No one broke anything!" Changbin gasped. "Actually, I don't think anything is weird at all. Hyunjin, do you think anything is weird?"

"No, Changbin. Why would anything be weird?" Hyunjin hummed.

"Oh yeah, definitely throwing us off," Chan chuckled. "Perfectly normal behavior."

"Seriously," Changbin whined. Your phone began to vibrate as he continued to speak, but as you saw the name pop up on your screen, any attempt at paying attention was lost.

I'm sorry that things are awkward. You know that no one in this house knows how to be normal when there's a secret. The secret? I've planned all day to confess to you.

You breathed in sharply, covering your mouth with your hand. The white noise of chatter suddenly went silent around you.

I know that this could make our friendship weird and ruin everything...but I can't sit and daydream about what we could be for another moment. I don't want them to just be daydreams anymore, I want them to be real.

Slowly turning to Han, you couldn't help but smile at the shade of red his face has turned.

"Jisung?"

"He confessed in a text message, didn't he?" Hyunjin groaned.

"Would you mind giving us a moment?" Han snapped, pointedly looking at each member in turn.

"What is going on?" Chan asked, furrowing his brows.

"Come on," Hyunjin sighed, pulling Changbin to his feet. "We'll fill you in."

After they had left the room, Han intensely avoided eye contact. Gnawing on his lip, he looked pretty much everywhere that didn't put you in his line of sight.

"Hannie," you whispered. It was difficult to gauge how he was feeling when all of your own emotions were slamming into each other at once. Your brain had gone fuzzy around the edges and your heart may soar up and out of your throat at any moment. You had never felt dizzy, happy, and relieved all at the same time before.

Han slowly turned to face you. "I wanted to do something nicer..."

"Nicer?" you laughed. "Han, you just confessed to me!"

"Over text while my friends chewed on chicken bones!" he whined. "I had this whole plan to make it cute and special, but-"

"But now I have a text message that I can look back on as many times as I'd like and remember how you made me feel in this moment."

"I-well, what?" he stumbled, the frustration immediately falling from his face. "How I made you feel?"

"Mhm," you nodded. "I felt important, Hannie. Important enough for you to actually tell me how you felt. We had been dancing around...whatever this is between us for a while. It's such a relief to hear that you feel the same."

Gathering up his courage, Han reached over, and intertwined your fingers in his. After a moment of staring at your hands, a grin slowly made its way across his mouth. Finally looking into your eyes, he lifted your hands and placed a soft kiss to your wrist. You felt a flutter in your stomach as he maintained eye contact through the entire action. Setting it back down on his knee, he let out a slow exhale. "It wasn't a disaster then?"

"Oh, everything connected to you four is a disaster," you chuckled. "But it was the most perfect disaster I have ever been part of."

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jisungscaramel · 3 years

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voices | changbin

❀ genre; smut, college au, fwb ❀ pairing; changbin x reader (fem) ❀ word count; 1.6k

[warning] explicit sexual content, dirty talk, masturabation, (slight) ownership kink, (mild) dom changbin, phone sex, (which includes imagery of) oral (fem receiving), bondage, spanking, unprotected sex (stay safe y’all), overstimulation, creampie

Your eyes open to darkness, and you groan in utter annoyance - you just hate when this happens. You don’t even wanna know what time it is... but you check anyway, 2:20... am - not the worst. At least you have the opportunity to get some sleep, the slightest chance of closing your eyes to immerse in some obscure dream and certainly not the type of wet fantasy that dared to disturb your beauty rest in the first place.

The universe just loves fucking with the sleep schedule you work hard to keep regulated. But the not-so-random interruption to your slumber in it of itself is the least of your problems; the not-so-subtle throb of your clit is beyond irritating, especially since a certain someone isn’t physically there to help you with it.

Your adjusted vision wraps around the silhouette of the ceiling fan, sharpening in detail as you attempt to scrutinize it, five curved blades, metal brackets reflecting the moonlight, a simple ligh- not that a mundane distraction such as this would do anything to help, valiant effort though.

And then you turn your head to the side, fixing on the space where your phone should be laying on the bed side table.

“Should I call him...?” you ask yourself. You grab the device and go straight to the phone app, aggressively scrolling through your contacts ‘til you see his name: Changbin Seo.

Nothing fancy, nothing personal, it’s a deliberate choice to keep it that way, to stay firmly behind his boundaries, well, the boundaries you’ve assumed of him. In reality, he probably wouldn’t have an issue with you contacting him on a whim - even at this ungodly hour, but the idea still makes you nervous. That’s the prevailing predicament of a friend with benefits - sometimes there are too many boundaries and sometimes there are too few.

‘What if he gets annoyed with me? What if he stops talking to me? What if he thinks I’m crazy?’ The more time you spend in your own head, the more the shadow of your past experiences so rudely loom over you.

‘No, Changbin’s not like that. He’s not like that. He’s not like that. He’s not fucking like that.

‘At the worst, he won’t pick up ‘cause he’s asleep. That’s it. That’s all. Relax.’

Regardless, things would be much easier if he didn’t have to go across the state to be home for winter break.

And instead of making that single tap on the glass of your phone, you put it back down, placing it face down, reaching to open the drawer that lays beneath it. You pull out a little drawstring bag. In the darkness, you open it, unsheathing a silicone vibrator, light pink in the light, but rendered colorless in front of your eyes.

‘I should at least try by myself.’

Committing to your decision, you drown your ears in some dvsn - you gotta do what you can to self engage your senses. But you’d much rather hear his voice, much rather feel it vibrate against your skin, reverberate through your nerves. There’s just something about the way he growls when he goes deep, overwhelming the auricles of your ears in a crescendoing frenzy you can’t even fathom outside the moment, even if you try.

Your eyes close when you turn it on, trying your hardest to picture him in your mind’s eye.

The way he tilts his head back to stare at you, eyes half-lidded in the kind of carnal hunger, it makes you wonder what he’ll do next, body sizzling in desire, like it’s on fire.

And then, there’s the way he lightly tugs at the corner of his bottom lip, tongue brushing over the reddened skin in a teasing lick, you just want them to dip into your slick, to indulge your clit with quick flicks. He loves to look up at you with a tinge of innocence that so eerily contrasts with the vulgarity of his actions, lips smirking against your heat ‘cause he knows exactly what he’s doing, and he knows exactly how to drive you crazy in the best possible way-

“Fuck!”

Even if your imagination is enough to get you there, it’s not enough to satisfy you; it feels like trying to fulfill a day’s worth of hunger with a measly cup of instant ramen when you know damn well you deserve a three course meal.

You haphazardly throw the toy to the side - you’ll clean it in the morning; it’s just too much effort now.

And here you are again, staring at the dark silhouette of your phone. At this point, the amount of fucks you have to give are rapidly dwindling.

And here you are again, phone shining bright in over your face, Changbin’s name and number apparent on the screen. But before you can actually contemplate the idea that you’ve begun to dub a “last resort,” your phone slips out of your hand, knocking you right on the nose, hitting - you guessed it - his number.

And… now you’re calling him. Of course the universe thinks it’s hilarious to mess with you - when does it not?

“Hello?” There’s a clear groggy sleepiness to his voice - clearly, you’ve woken him up.

Fuck. “Oh sorry, Binnie, did I wake you up?”

“Hmm yeah,” he pauses, probably to rub his eyes, “what’s up?” As sexy as his gruff voice is, it’s the last thing you can think about, subtle embarrassment delicately wrapping your nerves.

“My bad… you know what? It’s nothing. I’ll let you sleep.”

“No, it’s okay, tell me what’s up,” he requests again.

“It’s nothing, I just…”

“Just what?”

“I miss you…”

“...Miss me where?”

“In…” you tighten your thighs together, “places where I shouldn’t.”

“Oh yeah?” You can hear rustling sheets, as if he’s sitting up, as if his attention’s focusing on you. “What would you want me to do if I was there?”

You bite your lip. “You already know.”

“Tell me.” His voice takes a commanding tone, attempting to bend you into submission even through the phone.

Your fingers trace the skin above your underwear. “God, Changbin, I want you to fucking cripple me.”

It’s simply astonishing as to how clearly his sinister chuckle comes through your line, and it’s all it takes for your hand to slip under the thin cotton covering you. “Damn, chula, I didn’t know you wanted me that bad…” a moan slips from your lips both in response to your actions and his words. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Yeah,” your flustered response sounds in the same pitch.

“Naughty girl. I’m gonna have to punish you next time I see you.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“First, I’m gonna tear your clothes off,” you peel the flimsy sleep shirt off your body, not being able to take the increasing heat radiating from your skin, “and then I’m gonna tie your arms up and bend you over my desk to spank you - one slap for every time you’ve touched yourself while I’ve been gone.”

“Where are you gonna spank me?” A sultry tone edges your words.

“On your ass… your thighs… your pussy, depends on how bad you’ve been.”

“What are you gonna do if I earn my reward?” By now, you’re reaching for the vibrator you so carelessly tossed aside not too long ago.

“I’m gonna throw you on my bed, then I’m gonna force your thighs apart and stretch out your soaking little cunt. I’ll fuck you so deep, you’ll feel me rearranging your insides,” he grunts, “Fuck, I’m so hard just thinking about it.”

“Would you let me cum?”

That evil laugh is back, prolonged in the most tantalizing of ways. “Yeah, but not just once. It’s gonna attack you back to back, until your legs go numb.”

You shudder, eyes rolling back. “What if your roommate tries to interrupt us?”

“I’m gonna fuck you harder to mark my territory.”

“Am I your territory?”

He snickers. “You know that pussy’s mine. All. Mine.”

All you can offer as a response is an array of mewls, your walls desperately tightening against the inanimate object inside you.

“God, you sound so sexy when you moan, you know that?” He grunts, and for a few seconds, no words are exchanged. The only thing you can hear is the rapid rustling of fabric, presumably around his hand movements, and the subtle hisses seeping from his lips.

“Are you naked?” he asks.

“Yeah…”

“Show me.”

You lower your phone to capture the sin you’re committing between your legs with a clear view of your bare body neck down, promptly sending the image to him.

And it’s obvious when he receives it because you hear that low, guttural growl you’re oh so familiar with. “You’re so hot.” His voice is strained. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum… are you close?”

“Yeah… I wish you could cum inside me.”

“I do too. Fuck, you look so gorgeous when your pussy’s swollen, dripping with my cum.”

His voice drops an octave, catalyzing the long overdue release that has been coiling inside you. His name rolls off your tongue in an unexpected increase in volume. The hypothetical fantasy momentarily becomes reality in your mind, simulations inducing tangible pleasure inundating you in waves that you didn’t know were possible in a setting like this; why on earth did you let the frustration marinate for this long?

“Fuck,” he curses.

“What?”

“...I made a mess.”

Your phone vibrates with a message from him - it’s a video... and you have the slightest inkling of what it is.

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pay-with-your-kinks · 4 years

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Jisung moaned into the covers of the bed as you thrusted into him with a strap from behind, gasping for air every time you went back in, trying to lift his face out of the sheets but failing. You slowed down slightly as the boy’s phone rang, but you didn’t stop, and Jisung shakily lifted his head and looked over to it; it was Chan.

“Mommy...” He whimpered “I think it’s about- ah fuck! Th-the t-tracks- ahh-”

“Why don’t you answer it then?” You smiled

“But-” Jisung started, stopping himself with a moan and squeezing his eyes shut a you picked up the pace once again

“Come on, baby,” You cooed “your hyung is waiting for you,”

Hesitantly, Jisung grabbed the phone from the bedside table and answered it, bringing it to his ear and biting his lip.

“Jisung?” Chan’s voice came through “Listen there’s this-”

“Hyung,” Jisung said surprisingly steadily, only to slap his hand over his mouth right after to muffle a moan “It’s kind of- shit- it’s kind of late, r-right?”

“Are you okay? You sound...sick? Normally you wouldn’t mind talking this late,”

“Y-yeah I’m fine- I-” Jisung paused and looked back at you “Y-Y/N’s with me- she’s- hah- she’s taking care of me,”

You chuckled, amused at Jisung’s obvious choice of words.

“Wait-” Chan paused on the other end, and then gasped, and you couldn’t help but laugh while Jisung bit onto his finger “Are you two-”

Before Chan could say anymore, Jisung hung up, and you continued laughing harder. Jisung finally let out his moans, tossing the phone aside and grabbing the sheets.

“Th-that was s- ahh- so m-mean mommy-” he managed to say in between moans

“Oh please, you liked it,” You said sadistically, and Jisung whined “You liked moaning and acting like a little slut in front of your hyung,”

“I- I didn’t want him to ac- actually- ah fuck- f-find out-”

“With the way you were moaning I assume it wasn’t hard,”

Jisung dropped his face back into the sheets, shaking his head, and you chuckled.

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