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seventeenytiny · 1 year

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♡ Sexual Themes I Feel Stray Kids Get Associated With ♡

Authors Note: So I’ve read enough smut from other blogs all over Tumblr that I feel like I started to see certain themes with each member reoccurring on Tumblr. Maybe it’s just certain blogs that keep pumping out the same type of content and I just haven’t noticed it’s the same blog. Anyways, I still thought this would be a fun thing to do, let me know if you agree or disagree with me. I’d love to know what kinks other people on Tumblr associate with certain members. One last thing, kinda hate how I set this up but can’t really change it now. Sorry if some of the sections aren’t as detailed as others, not all these kinks are things I’m generally comfortable with writing. Not uncomfortable with them, but just not necessarily stuff I’m into lol.

Contains: Sexual Themes/Smut, Minors DNI, Each section has a kink in front of it, if you're not comfortable reading that kink just skip over that section :)

Smut Below the Cut

Bang Chan - Breeding Kink

I’ve learned Tumblr in general is OBSESSED with breeding kinks but I’m pretty sure Chan has this topic come up in his stories the most. I think him giving off the biggest dad vibes of the group makes us associate him with this kink. Alright so just imagine him coming home to fuck you after a long day of work. He loves to take you from behind so he can watch his cock go in and out of you as your body reacts with each thrust. “Please babe just let me cum in you just this once,” he wines out. You were too fucked out for rational thoughts, “I need your cum, Chris, please fill me.” He grips your hips hard, thrusts growing sloppy after hearing your words, his high rapidly approaching. With a grunt, he releases into you, his warm cum coating your walls. After calming down from his orgasm, he pulls out slowly, trying to prevent any cum from spilling out. He uses his finger to push anything that threatens to spill out back in, he can’t let a single drop go to waste.

Lee Know - BDSM/Hard Dom

Minho is rough in bed, or at least that’s what everyone thinks. After a particularly rough day at work, he comes home just to release his pent-up frustration on you. He stands in front of you, his eyes staring intensely into yours, silently asking for permission. Next thing you know he’s pulling you off the couch and dragging you to the bedroom, roughly pushing you to the bed. He wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing it gently to let you know he’s in charge tonight. If you even tried to be a brat for a second he would flip you over onto his lap and deliver a hard blow to your ass. He would rub it for a second, to help lessen the initial sting, before smacking it again and again until you apologize. He’d love having you a sobbing mess while you beg for his cock and forgiveness. He could never turn down his baby when you look and sound like that.

Changbin - Size Kink/Bulge Kink

Honestly never really thought about a size kink being a thing until I started reading it on Tumblr recently, but yeah Changbin definitely has it. While he knows he might not be the tallest, his muscles and cock make up for it. He’d have you laying on the bed, his tip teasing your entrance, “I know your pussy can fit my huge cock,” he’d say in a low voice. You push your hips forward in response, desperate to feel him stretch your tight pussy. He starts slow, just wetting his tip, the stretch from that alone has you crying out. “Fuck Changbin your so big.” He hovers over you as he pushes himself in deeper, you watch as his biceps flex by your face. Little moans leave your mouth as you welcome the pain and pleasure of having him stretch you. “Almost there baby, just a little bit more. I know you can take it.” Once fully inside, he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off that little budge he sees in your tummy with each thrust.

Hyunjin - Public Sex

I love the idea of public sex, but Hyunjin and public sex? Chef’s kisses. Hyunjin will gladly fuck his partner whenever and wherever he wants. Some of the places he’s fucked you include a changing room, the hiking trail, the back of a train, oh and don’t forget the time the two of you got stuck in an elevator. You often find yourself wearing skirts and dresses, not because it’s necessarily your style, but because it makes this fun you two have so much easier. This time it was in the movie theater, he purchased the two of you those fancy vip seats your theater has, seats big enough to allow you to sit comfortably on his lap during the movie. You brought a blanket with you to the theater as well, most people would assume you did this because of how cold the theater always was but that's not why you have it. You sat on Hyunjin’s lap, settling the blanket on top before doing anything else. Slowly, he undoes his pants and pulls out his cock, he gave it a couple tugs before he lifts you up onto it. You did your best to not make any noise as you sink down onto him. The theater was for the most part empty, but there were still a couple people near the front of the theater. He slowly but sloppily thrusts into you, careful to not make any noise.

Han - Somnophlia/Freeuse

Tumblr really thinks Jisung is just a super horny perv. Like when this boy wants you, he will have you no matter what. Don’t worry though, you guys have a system to let him know when you’re willing to have sex. You put on that one shirt that gives him the signal he needs before starting to doze off on the couch. Jisung comes home after a long day of practice and all he wants to do is sink his cock into your pussy and forget all about his worries. He looks at you on the couch, you're sleeping in nothing but your shirt and panties, bare legs exposed. He pulls his cock out before hovering over your sleeping form. He slides his cock between your thighs, slowly rutting his hips. Gentle moans slip past his lips, he keeps up a steady pace as he indulges in pleasure. His moans turn to high-pitched whines the closer he gets to his high, the sounds from his mouth cause you to start to stir. You wake up to see Jisung over your body, sweat on his brow and his lip red from biting it. His thrusts pick up as his orgasm takes over, warm sticky cum covering your thighs.

Felix - Cock Warming/Premature Cumming

I probably read the most Felix smut, I couldn’t just pick one theme for him. With cockwarming, it’s always while he’s busy gaming. He’s deprived you of attention for too long, even after all your attempts to pull him away from the screen he just won’t budge. You couldn’t handle waiting any longer so you decided to help yourself. “Felix, keep playing your game, just trust me,” He nods in response, his eyes still glued to the screen. You reach out to rub his member through his pants, you can feel him grow hard rapidly. You try to tug with sweats down, he lifts his hips up to aid you in taking his pants off, getting desperate to feel more. You remove your sweatpants and panties before straddling his lap, careful to not block his view of the game. You sink down onto him, you can feel him tense up for a second before continuing his game. You sit on his cock happily for the next few minutes while he finishes several more rounds in his game, satisfied you can finally feel full. Felix eventually starts to grow desperate for more, quickly losing interest in his game. His hands move from his keyboard to your hips before he thrusts up into you. He takes in all the precious sounds that leave your mouth, enjoying everything just a little too much. Unfortunately, he reaches his high a bit sooner than he’d like, your pussy just feels too damn good. Don’t worry though, he would never leave you unsatisfied.

Seungmin - Perv!Seungmin

I feel like I’ve seen this theme with him quite a bit, I’ve seen it with Han as well but possibly just a smidge more with Seungmin. Tumblr Stays seem to like to make this man absolutely obsessed with you. Some things he does include following you around, gifting you teddy bears with hidden cameras, and stealing your panties. He’s not always a full perv though, he’s also your best friend that you’d trust with your life. What Seungmin doesn’t know is that you know exactly every little pervy thing he does, you only act like you don’t know what he’s doing. Knowing this, you sometimes like to tease him. Some things you do include changing while he’s around, asking for his opinion on which set of lingerie you should buy, and slowly grinding against him while you sit in his lap. Imagine sitting on his lap as you two watch a show together, his arms wrapped around your waist as he buries his face into your hair. He’d be doing his best to hold in his moans while you shift on his lap, trying not to give away how much he’s enjoying everything. There was honestly no point in him holding in his moans, it’s not like you couldn’t feel his rock-hard cock against your ass. After a bit too much teasing, he eventually cums into his pants, a whisper-like moan slips past his lips with his orgasm. You pretend you didn’t know what just happened as he suddenly pushes you off his lap, excusing himself to the restroom.

I.N - Loud Sex/Exhibitionism

Being the baby member, Jeongin feels like he’s got something to prove to everyone, he wants to show off how much of a man he has become. One of the ways he does that is by making you scream and moan so loud during sex that all of the members nearby can hear it. One night, you were invited for a movie night while a couple of the other boys were at the dorm. After the boys ruthlessly teased Jeongin for having a partner, he decided he had enough. He picks you up off the couch and carries you to his room, slamming the door behind him. He rips off your clothes before ravishing your body. He sucks on your neck, leaving perfect little bruises, hoping the members would get to see you marked up later. One of his hands travels down to draw little circles on your clit, his other grabs your breast and pinches your nipple. You tried to hold in your moans, but your whole body felt overstimulated with pleasure. Jeongin whispers in your ear, “Don’t hold back your moans baby girl, let’s let them know how good I can make you feel.”

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nanawritesit · 3 months

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Stray Kids Tattoo Artist AU Imagines! (fem!reader)

Part Two - (NSFW/ 18+/ MDNI) 🔞

*disclaimer: none of these edits or tattoos are mine, i found them all on pinterest*

TW: inappropriate flirting with/from professional artists (sexual harassment is a real thing kids, respect your artists and they’ll respect you!) partial nudity, consensual touching and groping, them asking you out, praise, suggestive remarks, pet names (honey, sweetheart, angel, love, baby, good girl,) needles, mentions of food (CB,) hand holding (F,) mentions of grief and lost loved ones (I.N)

Bangchan: Chest

You knew Bangchan from a friend of a friend. You had spoken to each other a few times at a couple of parties, and when he told you he was a tattoo artist, you immediately checked out his artwork. He was really good, so after a while you decided to book an appointment and get something you had always wanted: a red rose on your chest.

It was going well so far, you were wearing a strapless bra so the nudity wasn’t an issue, but as he got lower and lower tattooing the stem, you noticed him getting tense and rigid.

“Are you okay, Chan?” you asked him as he was reloading the ink.

He perked up in surprise. “I’m supposed to be the one asking you that.” he chuckled.

“It’s just… you seem nervous.” you remarked, leaning closer to him. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s not you…” he shook his head frantically, shooting you an apologetic smile. “I just…” He glanced around the room, avoiding your gaze for a moment. “Okay, I’m gonna tell you a secret, but you have to promise not to laugh.” he demanded, eyes locking back in on yours.

You crossed your heart. “I promise.”

He sighed. “Okay. You’re the first girl I’ve ever tattooed.”

You did as you promised and didn’t laugh, but your mouth did fall open a bit in surprise. “Really?”

He nodded, chuckling uncomfortably. “Yeah… We don’t get a lot of pretty girls in here. It’s mostly bikers, gym bros, and playboys.”

You blushed, smirking slightly. “You think I’m pretty?”

His eyes widened. “I mean… yeah? You’re gorgeous, which makes me even more nervous. And the fact that your tattoo is in the… you know, cleavage area, it’s just… a bit hard to relax I suppose. I’m sorry, this is so unprofessional of me.”

“No, it’s okay, I understand…” you reassured him. “Are you… unsure of where to put your hands?”

His eyes shifted in hesitation, then looked you in the eye once again. He nodded meekly.

“Here…” you suggested, reaching for his left wrist. You placed his hand along your breast, allowing him to touch it. “You can grip onto it, it’s okay.”

He gulped, then did as you asked. He winced, then reached for his tattoo gun with his dominant hand. “Okay, thank you. I feel a lot better now.” he lied through his teeth. Here you were allowing him to touch such a private area out of kindness for his artistry, and yet it only made him more nervous. He supposed it was because he had harbored such a massive crush on you since the day he met you, and when you approached him for a tattoo, it made his heart stop. But he shouldn’t have been bringing those feelings into his tattoo studio. This was his job, he told himself.

“Hey, Chan…” you interrupted his thoughts, placing your fingers delicately along his jaw. He looked up at you, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. You smiled warmly at him. “I asked you to do my tattoo because you’re really talented, I trust you, and I really like you. You don’t have to be nervous.”

He grinned appreciatively. Hearing you say that did calm him down a bit, and gave him the confidence to continue. “Thank you, Y/N. Alright, let’s finish this rose. It’s going to look so good on you.”

He didn’t know how he was going to contain himself after this, seeing you walk around with his art on your chest that he put there himself. He was going to have to muster up the courage to ask you out before someone else did. But for right now, all he was focused on was giving you the best tattoo he’d ever done.

Lee Know: Collarbone

He slid your sweater down to look over your collarbone, grinning approvingly as he took it in. “Oh yeah, this vine is going to look so sick.”

You giggled, finding yourself attracted to his confidence. Something about a man who took pride in his craft just drove you wild. Almost wild enough to forget how nervous you were.

He seemed to notice your uneasiness, backing away a bit. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just a bit anxious…” you explained, brushing some of your hair behind your ear.

“Why are you anxious? It’s just a tattoo.” he chuckled.

“Well, that’s easy for you to say.” you laughed, gesturing to his tattoos. He had one along his neck and another along his left hand trailing up his wrist. They were beautiful, and you wondered how much they had hurt.

“Oh, I get it…” he concluded, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back with a smirk. “This is your first tattoo, isn’t it?”

Your eyes widened in shock. “How did you..?”

“You just have ‘the look.’ Everyone getting their first tattoo has a certain look to them.” he explained nonchalantly. “But sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about. It’s gonna hurt a bit, but I’m sure you’ll be okay. You seem pretty tough.”

You grinned at his compliment, feeling your cheeks heat up a bit. “I do?”

He nodded in confirmation. “Of course you do. And even if you can’t take it, we can stop whenever you want. There’s no shame in it.”

You smiled at his reassurance, gaining a sudden determination. “Alright, let’s do this!”

“Atta girl…” he praised, patting your knee encouragingly. “Okay, let’s get started…”

Changbin: Back

You laid out on your stomach, completely topless save for the pasties over your nipples. He had given you the option to just unclip your bra, but you wanted him to have as much space to work with as he needed.

He rolled his chair over to you and began prepping his tools. “Alright honey, this is gonna take about five hours. You sure you’re up for this?”

You smirked at him over your shoulder. “I can handle it.”

He grinned approvingly. “That’s what I like to hear. Alright, let’s get started.”

The outline was a little painful, but it was honestly quite an interesting sensation. It actually felt kind of good, pumping up your adrenaline as he drug the needle along your skin.

He placed a hand delicately on your shoulder. “How’s that feeling so far? You need a break?”

You shook your head with a chuckle. “No, I’m actually feeling pretty good. Is that weird?”

He laughed lightheartedly, continuing on with his work. “No, not at all. I feel the same way about tattoos. Maybe… you just kind of like pain? Have you ever thought about that?”

You gulped, trying to contain yourself. Something about your hunky tattoo artist asking you if you liked the pain he was inflicting on you made you flustered.

You laughed awkwardly. “I don’t know, maybe? I guess I just have a pretty good tolerance.”

“You do. You’re doing such a good job. I’m proud of you.” he smiled, running a hand along the curve of your spine. “Forgive me if this sounds inappropriate, but you have a really nice back. These wings are going to suit you so well.”

You grinned, feeling your cheeks heat up at his compliment and praise. “Thank you… I can’t decide if they look more like angel wings or fairy wings.”

“Either way, they’re beautiful. After all, I designed them.” he chuckled cockily. “Say, um… you’re going to need a pretty big meal after this, and it’ll be around dinner time when we get done… Do you maybe wanna get some food together? There’s a really good chicken place down the street, I’d love to take you there.”

You looked over at him affectionately. “Yeah, I’d like that. Are you sure you wanna spend that much time with me?”

“Of course. I’m all yours for the night, angel.”

Hyunjin: Hip

When your artist walked out into the waiting area to come greet you with a cute smile, you seriously questioned that he was it. He looked much too angelic and sweet to be a tattooist. But when you got into his studio, he took off his flannel and tied it around his waist, revealing a sick arm sleeve that went up his neck.

“Wow…” you marveled, forgetting yourself for a moment.

He smirked, glancing over at you in the chair. “Pardon?”

You shook your head, grounding yourself once again. “Sorry, I meant… I really like your tattoos.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate that.” he grinned, getting his tools ready. “I designed the sleeve myself and had a colleague tattoo it for me. I’m really happy with it.” He walked over to his table and picked up the print, bringing it over to you. “Are you happy with your design? We can tweak a few things if you like.”

You looked it over, then shook your head with an approving smile. “No, it’s perfect. You did a great job.”

“Awh, I haven’t even done the tattoo yet, and you’re already praising me…” he chuckled, sitting down in his chair in front of you. He suddenly placed his hands on your thighs. “Alright, first things first, these cute little shorts are gonna have to come off.”

Your eyes widened. “Like, all the way?”

He laughed at your nervousness. “Well, I don’t want you to have to hike them up the whole time, and I’m not going to be able to hold them either.”

You shifted uncomfortably in your chair. “Okay…”

“Hey, don’t be shy…” he reassured you with a warm smile, patting your knee. “Tattoos are always an intimate process no matter where they are. Trust me, I’ve tattooed people in much weirder places. You have nothing to worry about.”

You grinned appreciatively. Knowing that he wasn’t uncomfortable with it at all made you feel a bit better. “Okay, can you just… turn around for a second?”

“Of course. Let me know when you’re ready.” he replied, turning back to his table.

You then removed your shorts and sat back down in your chair. “Alright, I’m good.”

He turned back to you, his eyes not lingering any longer than they needed to. He was completely focused on the task at hand, which you somehow found even more attractive than if he was gawking at you.

“Okay, let’s lean your chair back…” he suggested, placing a hand over your décolletage to steady you as he adjusted the chair. You held your breath at the sudden contact, feeling your heartbeat quicken. Were you really developing a crush on your tattoo artist?

“Okay, do you trust me?” he asked, suddenly leaning into your face with such intensity that it made you freeze. God, he was so beautiful, his features looked like they were sculpted out of marble.

You nodded with a tiny grin. “I trust you.” Damn, this was going to be a long session…

Han: Thigh

You tapped your heels on the floor anxiously. Han Jisung was one of the best tattoo artists in the area, and you had somehow managed to book an appointment with him. Luckily your best friend Chan had connections, but you had never met him in real life, or even seen a picture of him. You followed him on instagram, but he only ever posted about tattoos or his artwork.

Suddenly, the curtains opened, and a handsome man with blonde hair, piercings, and a neck tattoo walked in. “Y/N?” he asked, pointing to you with a grin.

“That’s me. Are you…?” you asked, pointing back at him.

“Han Jisung.” he answered you, extending his hand for you to shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, I’m a huge fan of your work!” you giggled, feeling yourself getting flustered. “I still can’t believe I got a session with you.”

“Awh thank you, I appreciate anyone who likes my art.” he smiled cutely, brushing some of his hair back nervously. You couldn’t believe how adorable he was. You were expecting some huge, burly guy with a scary face and scars all over his body. He also seemed very humble, not at all aware that he was one of the most in-demand tattooists in the city. “Chan said you were a good friend of his, and I owed him a favor anyway, so I’m happy I can do this for you.”

“Yeah, I didn’t even know he knew you… he said you guys went to art school together?” you inquired, compelled to find out more about this mystery artist in front of you.

He chuckled, walking over to his table. “Yeah, we go way back. Actually, the design I pulled for you was one I did back when I was in school.” He sifted through some papers, then pulled out the print, brandishing it to you. “What do you think?”

You stared blankly at it, mouth agape. “Oh my god, it’s perfect! You did this in school?”

He laughed at your praise, and you swore you saw his cheeks tinge a shade of light pink. “Yeah, I did… You said you wanted something delicate and natural, but a little sexy. Does this fill all the requirements?”

“Um, yeah?” you replied, questioning why he even needed to ask that. “It’s amazing, Han. Can I call you that?”

“You can call me whatever you want, whenever you want.” he grinned flirtatiously. He then shook his head at himself in disbelief. “Sorry, that was so cheesy...”

“Are you flirting with me?” you teased, crossing your arms with a smirk.

“No, of course not, that would be inappropriate…” he laughed anxiously, rolling his chair up in front of you. “Now, can I map out where you want it?” He was clearly desperate to change the subject.

Although you enjoyed flustering him, you were here for a reason. You nodded, leaning back to give him space.

He placed a hand delicately along your bare thigh, hiking up your shorts a bit. He ran his fingers along the smooth skin, mapping out the placement with his fingers. He suddenly groped the soft flesh, looking up at you intensely. “Is right here okay?”

Now it was your turn to get flustered. “Yeah, that’s good…”

He smirked, rolling back over to his tool cart. “Alright Y/N, let’s give you this delicately sexy tattoo.” This was clearly going to be a challenge as to who could tease the other the most, and you were totally up for it.

You smiled mischievously to yourself. Game on, Han Jisung.

Felix: Hand

Even with all his dark tattoos, Felix looked way too cute to be a tattoo artist. You had seen his freckled face on instagram, but part of you always questioned whether or not that was really him. But now, he was standing right in front of you, and you couldn’t deny how beautiful he was in real life. He somehow looked even more unreal in person.

“Okay Y/N, can I see your hand?” he asked, reaching out for it.

Your eyes widened. “Hm?”

“For the print, love.” he giggled at your shock.

“Oh, yeah…” you remembered the plot, placing your hand softly in his. He studied it, tracing the pads of his fingers along the curves of your knuckles and wrist before placing the print overtop of them.

He adjusted the edges and then peeled off the backing. “Do you like that?”

“What?” you asked, previously being lost in a trance from the feeling of your hand in his.

“Do you like this placement?” he chuckled patiently. He was seemingly very amused at your wandering mind.

You nodded frantically, laughing at yourself anxiously. “Yeah it looks good.” Get it together, Y/N… you thought to yourself.

“Good...” he grinned, leaning forward to look you in the eyes. “Now, the hands are very sensitive, see?” He began running his thumb along the back of it, then holding it up and running his fingers along the palm. “You can feel every touch.” He squeezed your hand tightly, making your cheeks heat up. “Do you want to hold onto my shoulder with your other hand while I do this?”

“Y-yes… That would be nice…” you stuttered out, slowly reaching forward. You lightly placed your hand on his tattooed shoulder, glancing over the artwork. “You have really nice shoulders… I mean, tattoos…”

His nose scrunched up as he smiled at you once again, glad that he was flustering you so much. You were so adorable to him, he couldn’t help teasing you. “Thank you, love. Don’t be afraid to squeeze, I promise you won’t hurt me. I can take a lot of pain.”

You could’ve sworn he winked as he said that, but you were quickly distracted by the hum of his tattoo gun. You instinctively gripped onto his shoulder, prompting him to look you in the eyes once again. “Are you ready for me?”

You gulped, suddenly so aware of how intimate of a position you were in. You had gotten several tattoos before, there was no reason for you to feel as nervous as you were. Felix was single-handedly the most bold tattoo artist you’d ever had, not to mention the most good-looking. God, he was going to be the death of you. “Yes, I’m ready for you, Felix.”

He smirked, eyes narrowing and darkening in approval. “Alright, let’s go then.”

Seungmin: Ribcage

Your breath hitched in your throat as your tall, inked up artist walked back into the room. Clad in a v-neck shirt, his shoulder tattoos were on full display, as well as the one down his temple. This man clearly had a high tolerance for pain, which only made you more attracted to him. How the hell were going to get through this appointment with him?

“Alright, I’ve got the prints right here…” he explained, setting them down on the table. “Can you stand up for me?”

You nodded, quickly rising up as he had asked.

“Wow, obedient…” he chuckled, making you swallow hard. He placed his hands on your shoulders, pushing you forward slightly. He ghosted his hand over the hem of your crop top. “Can I…?”

“Yeah, go right ahead.” you grinned, relaxing in his hold.

He glanced over your shoulder as he lifted your shirt up to reveal your ribcage, still covering your nipple with the shirt. He brought his free hand around to run his fingers along the space under your breast. “So you’re thinking right here?”

You made eye contact with him though the mirror in front of you. “Yeah, and kind of wrapping around the breast… Do you think that’ll look good?”

“Oh yeah, it’s gonna look super hot.” he smiled, releasing your shirt and patting your shoulders encouragingly. He went back over to his table, giving you a moment to release the breath you were holding in. “I designed this to fit your body perfectly, and you have a great figure for it.”

“Really?” you asked, sitting back down in your chair and gripping onto the seat for stability. You didn’t know if you could handle any more praise from him.

“Yeah, your curves are going to make it stand out even more.” he complimented. “Here, see how mine curves around my shoulder?” He suddenly pulled his shirt down to reveal the tattooed area, making you gulp slightly.

You nodded, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah, I see…”

He smirked at your embarrassment, then went back to getting his tools ready. “It’s like that. Okay, do you wanna put on some pasties?”

You nodded, taking them from him. He turned around to give you some privacy, not expecting you to have casually stripped off your entire shirt like it was nothing once you told him you had them on.

“Dang, you’re bold…” he marveled, grinning approvingly. “I like that.”

You smiled back at him, leaning back in your chair. “Well, we might as well get it out of the way now. We’re going to be spending the next two hours together with me being topless, aren’t we?”

He chuckled, finding your sudden confidence extremely attractive. “That’s true. Let’s get this pretty little rib tattooed, shall we?”

I.N: Behind the Ear

“That’s it, that’s a good girl…” Jeongin praised you, his hand delicately placed along the side of your neck.

You hissed as you laid on your side, the final white ink touches being the most painful. However, his encouragement felt so good it helped to distract you from the pain.

“And, just like that, we’re done!” he congratulated you, rubbing your hip to signal for you to get up. “You did such a good job, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Jeongin…” you sighed, laughing at the sting behind your ear. “I know it was small, but god that white hurt…”

“Oh yeah, white’s never fun. My left sleeve has a lot in it, and I had already been in the chair for like eight hours beforehand, so I just powered through and told them to get it over with. Worst decision of my life.” he chuckled to himself as he remembered, looking back up at you. “Can I ask… why did you get the butterflies?”

“I know it’s not the most original idea, or the most interesting choice to someone like you …” you began, gesturing to the detailed sleeves he had on both of his arms. “But I actually lost two of my friends last year, and I wanted to get these to feel like they’re watching over me.”

He smiled affectionately at your confession. “No, I would never judge anyone’s tattoo choice. It’s so personal, the only people who really judge what people get anymore are older artists and their ‘pick me’ wives.”

You laughed at his joke, hitting him on the arm playfully. “You really don’t think it’s too basic?”

He shook his head. “I think tattoos can be as meaningful or a meaningless as you want them to be. I’ve given deep tattoos, and silly ones, and they’re both really cool. I’m just glad I can provide this service to you.” He smiled adorably, his eyes wrinkling up at the corners.

“Thank you, Jeongin, I really love them…” you grinned, touching the red area behind your ear.

“It was my pleasure.” he grinned, looking a little disappointed that your time together was over. “Hey, are you doing anything after this?”

“Nope, this was pretty much my last commitment of the day.” you chuckled, grabbing your bag as you got ready to leave. “Why?”

“Well, it’s just…” he rubbed the back of his neck, glancing to the floor nervously. “I was wondering if you might want to get some coffee together? I think you’re really cool and interesting, and I’d like to get to know you better.”

You smiled so wide you thought your face would break. “I would love to. Let’s go.”

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hyuwunjinie · 9 months

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Blood in the Snow (pt.1)

Characters: Hyunjin x afab reader (ft other skz members)

Genre/warnings: Royalty AU, Arranged Marriage to Lovers, Romance, Smut, Angst & Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual pining, Toxic Parents, Misogyny (Period accurate)

Explicit sexual content. This work portrays elements/themes that may be triggering, proceed with caution. Minors DNI.

Word count: 1,157

Summary: You thought you were engaged for eternity, destined to live your princess' dreams in a grand castle. But the moment you close your eyes, all you can see is the blood in the snow.

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Today the weather was absolutely wonderful, yet you were anxiously clutching the ruffles of your dress. Your mother sitting next to you had been trying her best to reassure you, to no avail, and your behavior earned you a light tap on the back of your right hand as she clicked her tongue.

“y/n, I know you are impatient, but please, try to keep your dress in one piece, alright?”

Impatient wasn’t quite the right word. You were terrified. The carriage you were in was meant to bring you straight to the Great North to meet your betrothed, a Lord much higher in status than you were. You were already missing the golden fields of amber wheat that ruffled near your home’s stables.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you couldn’t call this place home anymore, really. Home was now wherever you were headed to, or it shall become home sooner or later, you tried to reassure yourself. You didn’t even know when you could come back, of if you’ll ever get the opportunity to. This realisation was breaking your heart, but the adrenaline rushing through your veins was keeping you from becoming too emotional.

Your back was already hurting, and you wished you were horseriding instead of having to sit in a stupid carriage in a stupid ruffled dress. In your opinion, you looked like a porcelain doll. And this was not a compliment ; an overdone makeup with your skin way too fair and your cheeks way too pink, a dress that looked like it came straight from a six years old closet, and a painful hairstyle which took one hour to put in place.

“Mom, I’m just stressed, okay? I am not looking forward to this anymore.” You admitted with bitterness.

“Oh Honey, don’t say this, please. You are gorgeous, there’s no way they won’t like you. give me your hands, they must be tense.”

You always admired your mother’s way to dodge a difficult subject by redirecting people’s attention on another, but this time you silently cursed the gods you were the victim of her stratagem. With a sigh, you gave your hands to your mother who dedicated herself to slowly massage them. Looking out the small window of the carriage, you contemplated the slow change of the scenery, the golden leaves of the south trees slowly giving up their spots for their green cousins. Reminiscing the past, you let yourself drift to sleep under the careful gaze of your mother.

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“Mom, where does he live ?” You asked, your small frame holding onto her hand in front of the newest portrait in the hall. You were four or six years old, at most.

“Way up north, sweetie.” Your mother answered, her voice calm and collected. Cold but warm, she gave you a reassuring press on your palm.

“... Why can’t he come play here ?” You let out with a pout, puzzled at how distances worked still and scratching your brain to understand your mother’s words.

“It’s too far. it would take him hours to reach this place.” She chuckled, mellowed by your cute face and visible dilemma.

“That’s not fair. I want to play.” You were eyeing the portrait now.

A youthful boy was sitting next to two adults. Their faces seemed warm and inviting, a welcoming sight for the viewer. But you learned fast enough that your focus should be on the other kid. He had short black hair, full lips and almond eyes. Dressed in expensive clothing, he sported a navy blue vest with shorts and dress shoes.

Your mother sighed, a thoughtful gaze etched on her face.

“Life is rarely fair, y/n.” Her sudden grave tone made you look up, and she met your gaze halfway. “See, this boy ? His name is Hwang Hyunjin. One day, you will be his wife. Like your mama and papa.” Silent tears rolled down her cheeks, contrasting with her small smile. “And you will have a happy, wonderful life with him.”

“...Mama, why are you crying ?” Confused, you could feel your own tears prickling your eyes, but you didn’t even know why you felt this way.

Now at your level, your mother gently put back a strand of your hair behind your ear and embraced you closely.

“... It’s nothing, sweetie. Mama is a little tired, alright ?” She sobbed in your shoulder.

You remember it snowed, that day.

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“Y/n ! look !!” You were woken up in a rush by your mother who was gently rubbing your upper arm to get your attention.

Barely processing your environment, you focused your brain on your mother who was pointing intently at the carriage window.

You followed her hand, and all you could see was white. Snow, you realised. Snow as far as you could see. It was the first time you witnessed a wintery landscape. In the south, it did snow some times, but it never stayed on ground, melting right away upon its contact.

The light reflected so prettily upon the white mantle outside that you let out an audible gasp, mesmerized by this new sight. getting closer to the window, you could see your breath, and you shuddered, suddenly aware of the sudden drop of temperature you were experiencing. You were hurting still, but you suddenly felt glad to be inside the somewhat warm haven of the carriage.

Reaching for the bag in front of your seat, your mother pulled up an ivory chawl that she put tightly around you.

“I knitted this one myself, you know ?” She chuckled proudly.

“Wait, really ? I thought you hated knitting, mother.” You stared in disbelief at the skilled handiwork of the chawl and its flowery details. You slowly discerned patterns of sunflowers and lilies. You recognised the sunflowers to be you, as it was your favorite flower, and it didn’t took you long to remember lilies were Hyunjin’s favorites.

“Oh, I do, don’t get me wrong. But I wanted to surprise you. I was meant to give this to you after the wedding, but I suppose now is as good as ever, right?” She looked at you, gaze thoughtful and unreadable. You stared at each other for a second, before you finally broke the eye contact.

“Thank you, mother. It’s a wonderful gift. I will treasure it greatly.” You stared at the mixed patterns of sunflowers and lilies. “I will use it a lot with these temperatures, I’m sure.” Reaching out for a hug, you suddenly felt as if something changed, in that instant. A realisation that, after the wedding, your parents will return to your- their home. You won’t see your mother every morning anymore, waiting for you at breakfast with eggs and toast and fresh orange juice. You won’t be able to go flower picking together anymore. You squeezed her more tightly.

“...I will miss you, mother.”

“I will miss you too, y/n.”

In silence, you held onto these words for what seemed an eternity.

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myjisung · 2 years

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stray kids : things they would get jealous about !

content. stray kids ot8, gender neutral reader, jealous!skz

warning. none

a/n. would you guys be interested in another post like this one about how they would act when they feel jealous? if so, let me know by sending in a request. also, this is just my opinion! call those headcanons if you want :-)

bang chan ( 방찬 )

he tries so hard not to be jealous. so so hard; he doesn't want to be nor does he want to feel like it, but he cannot help it. chan gets really insecure at times. even if you tell him that he's perfect, he knows he isn't and there's nothing you can do about it. he has told you that, if you find better than him, he won't try to hold you back. instead, he'll vouch for your happiness. but honestly, chan cannot help but feel jealous when someone expresses interest for you. it could be as innocent as possible, he'll still get all up in his own head and feel awful.

lee know ( 리노 )

even if he doesn't seem like it, minho strikes me as the casually jealous type. one thing that rubs him the wrong way and pushes all of his buttons is when someone comes up to you when he is right there and you engage in a friendly conversation with them. even if you might not realize that person is flirting with you, minho would get extremely annoyed. in those moments, he'd straight up just step away and let you do your thing until you feel like joining him again.

changbin ( 창빈 )

he loves to say he doesn't get jealous. and it's true, he doesn't, most of the time at least. however, much like everyone, some things are too much for him. changbin would get jealous over you choosing to hang out with someone else over him. call him childish, he doesn't care, it upsets him. he values his time a whole bunch and spending quality time with his s/o is one of the ways he shows love. so if you ended up choosing someone else to spend time with over him, he'd get beyond annoyed.

hyunjin ( 현진 )

now that guy; how do i put it—he's very jealous. he tries not to be! he really does. hyunjin knows how frustrating he can get at times and tries his best to not overthink. but, let's be honest, anything would send him over the edge. if he has made it clear that you both were together and someone still came too close and tried to make moves, he'd get pissed off, both at that person and you if you allowed it to happen. hyunjin always draws clear boundaries when in a relationship and he wants you to do the same.

han ( 한 )

again, not much of the jealous type. jisung doesn't care much and actually loves to make fun of people who feel jealous in relationship. he trusts you and never fails to tell you that. what he doesn't tell you however is that he cannot help but feel his heart crumble when you dish out compliments to everyone but forget about him. even if he tries to hide it, jisung craves for your validation. so, disregarding him that way would make him feel envious of those you compliment.

felix ( 필릭스 )

casually jealous, felix tries his best to get better at not showing it. but it's difficult, especially if your ex is still in the picture. felix doesn't understand why you'd still be friends with them. he'd get jealous if you hung out with that person, called them right in front of him and even more so if you went to meet them without him. he trusts you, yes, but he doesn't trust your ex.

seungmin ( 승민 )

another one who doesn't get jealous that often. he knows how to talk himself out of feeling insecure. one thing that would send seungmin spiraling however is if you were still friends with someone you were in a "situationship" with. he knows you're not together and you're not trying to do anything behind his back but he's not too sure about that friend of yours. he'd get all crabby when he catches you texting that person when you're hanging out together. after all, if that person was once interested in you, they might still feel the same way and try to make some moves.

i.n ( 아이엔 )

though he tries his best to not feel that way, jeongin cannot help but get jealous whenever you take advice from everyone but him. he'd wonder why you listen to absolutely all your friends and acquaintances but seem to disregard every single one of his pieces of advice. he doesn't mean to force you to follow his lead, not at all, but it's the fact that you listen to other people that would make him feel uncomfortable.

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oddinarylani · 7 months

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𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ↴

✞ 𝓸𝓽8.

'we hardly ever hug' w/ best friend skz.

'i wish you just cared about me' w/ arranged marriage skz. (part 1) (part 2)

epilogues to 'i wish you just cared about me' (part 1)

'you don't want me' w/ skz. (part 1)

✞ 𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷.

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1:14 am.

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7:12 am.

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sevenseasofbangtan · 1 year

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STRAY KIDS REACTION — YOUR FIRST KISS

Summary: Stray Kids (unexpectedly) share their first kiss with reader

Warnings: Mentions of food, unhealthy habits, insecurities, sadness, fighting and minor surgical procedure

Genre(s): Mostly fluff, slight angst

Note: I have finally returned with some more writing content and hope to be able to write more soon. I apologize for the uneven length of each scenario, I tried to write equally for each member, but some scenarios were a bit longer than expected. I tried to keep the scenarios gender neutral but in some of them I did use the pronouns she/her. I hope you all enjoy reading this and I just want to remind you that requests are open. Don’t forget to read the rules before requesting!

BANG CHAN

It was getting late at night, and your boyfriend was nowhere to be found. You wanted to believe he was on his way home, but deep down you knew he was most likely still at the studio, overworking himself until he couldn’t stay awake anymore and inevitably fell asleep, having finally won his daily battle against insomnia.

You looked at your phone, which clearly displayed the current time: 2:04. With a sigh, you got out of bed, put on one of your boyfriend’s warm hoodies, grabbed your keys and headed towards his workplace. The drive was lonely and quiet, but you soon enough reached the familiar building, already knowing the way to his studio by heart.

You reached your destination and quietly opened the door, as to not startle him or wake him up. Your heart sank at the view in front of you. There were sheets of paper scattered everywhere across his desk and on the floor, empty cups of coffee a bit all over the place, and some half eaten takeout that was most likely cold by now, which hinted at your boyfriend’s unhealthy habits.

Amidst the messy studio was the desk where he placed his computer and the chair in which he sat to work, which was visibly still occupied. You briefly smiled as you heard soft snores coming from your boyfriend, his head resting against the headrest of the chair.

You walked the few final steps that led you to Chan, still careful not to wake him up just yet. You wanted to wake him up softly, since he probably thought he was alone in the room, and would most likely be scared if you woke him up abruptly. You leaned in, planning on kissing his cheek, but as you got closer, your hair tickled his cheek. Chan was definitely a light sleeper, and immediately woke up at the feeling of your hair and warm breath on his skin, turning around to figure out who could possibly be in the studio in the middle of the night. His head turning caused your lips to land right on his.

You pulled away in a panic, blurting out a bunch of inaudible excuses to your boyfriend, who broke out into a loving smile, chuckling and assuring you he was fine. Your heart was speeding up and your mind was racing despite Chan’s reassurance. He knew what you were thinking without you having to say anything, and before you could beat yourself up any further, he placed his hand behind your head and pulled you towards him, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

“This is the best way of waking up!”

LEE MINHO (LEE KNOW)

You had undergone an outpatient dental surgery and your boyfriend, Minho, was the one who brought you in and the one who would bring you back home and take care of you after the procedure.

After having been left on his own for around ninety minutes in the dental clinic’s waiting room, a dental hygienist finally came to get him. Before opening the door to the room you were in, she warned him, “(Y/N) has been injected with midazolam, a powerful benzodiazepine that prevents anxiety and pain during surgery. A common side effect of the medication is losing touch with reality, as well as confusion. Don’t worry though, the effects will only last for a maximum of two hours, and (Y/N) should be back to normal in no time.” She also handed him several sheets of paper containing the strict protocol you had to follow for the next few days, as well as a prescription for pain relief and a mouthwash, before guiding him into the room.

As soon as you saw your boyfriend, your eyes lit up and you loudly said, “Minhooooo! I’ve missed youuuu! Look what they did to my mouth!” You opened your mouth, but the dental hygienist urged you to close it, much to Minho’s relief. Gently greeting you, he took ahold of your hand and slowly guided you to the car so you could head back home to rest.

Although the clinic was only fifteen minutes from your shared apartment, the ride had left Minho completely exhausted. You kept moving, yelling and had tried to take out the gauzes in your mouth about five times. He had to constantly keep a strong grip on your wrist, scared that if he were to let you go, you would run off god knows where to pull god knows what kind of dumb stunt.

Once he had gotten you safely inside the apartment, Minho had the difficult task of getting you to lay down on the couch so he could go and get you an ice pack to help reduce the swelling in your face. When he came back in the living area, he was relieved to see you still sitting on the couch. However, his relief was soon replaced with panic as he saw you yet again pulling at the gauzes inside your mouth in an attempt to remove them.

“(Y/N)! No! Stop touching that!” he ordered, nearly running towards you. You froze in the position you were in, your mouth wide open and the gauzes hanging halfway out of your mouth. If he hadn’t been so worried, Minho would have definitely laughed at the sight. He gestured for you to push the gauzes back into your mouth, which you did.

As he was grabbing a cozy blanket to wrap you in, you called Minho and spoke, “It hurts.” Minho cooed as you whined about your teeth, “It’s okay baby, just put the ice pack on your cheek like I showed you.” Shaking your head, you replied, “No! It’s cold. Can you kiss it better instead?”

So that’s what you wanted all along: a kiss. Minho rolled his eyes in fake annoyance, joining you on the couch. Tightly wrapping you in the blanket to keep you warm and prevent you from escaping from his hold, he then leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, careful not to cause any harm to your sensitive mouth. You immediately surrendered to his attempts at getting you to rest and snuggled into his side, content with having finally gotten what you wanted.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep as a result of the strain the surgery and the medication had put on your body. You probably wouldn’t remember the kiss when you’d wake up, but Minho definitely would, and he’d remind you about it anytime he could.

SEO CHANGBIN

It had all started with your first fight. You had both said hurtful things that you didn’t mean, which had resulted in you walking out to clear your head and get away from your boyfriend.

You were holding back tears as you walked across couples sharing umbrellas and casually holding hands along the sidewalk, wondering if you were ever going to experience it again with your boyfriend after what had been said. Deep down, you knew you were overthinking, and that you were most likely to apologize and move on soon enough, but as of now, your judgement was clouded with sadness and doubt.

Did he really mean the things he said about you?

Did he believe the things you said out of spite?

Would you ever forgive each other for going too far?

In the meantime, Changbin was left alone at your shared apartment, having plenty of time to reflect on the conflict. He felt the guilt eating away at his insides for the words that left his mouth only minutes ago. He knew you’d likely remember all of them for years to come, even if you told him you didn’t. He wanted to take it all back, but knew life didn’t work that way, and so he’d have to make it up to you somehow if he didn’t want to lose you. He had to make it clear to you that he didn’t mean anything he had said when angry. Most of the things he said were a reflection of his own insecurities in your relationship.

Having had more than enough time to go through the previous events multiple times, Changbin finally noticed how much time had gone by since you’d last been in the apartment. He couldn’t help feeling worried that you’d decided to leave him for good, or worse, that something bad had happened to you before he even got to say how sorry he was, while he wasn’t there to protect you from all the evil the world has to offer.

As you finally walked back into your apartment with clearer thoughts, you were greeted with a concerned Changbin walking in circles. As soon as he noticed you, he ran up to you without hesitation. There was so much he wanted to say to you at once, yet the only thing he managed to do was to grab your face with both hands and smash his lips against yours in an emotional kiss.

Pulling away, he let go of your face, taking ahold of your hands instead, before speaking, “I’m so sorry. For everything.”

HWANG HYUNJIN

To say you were nervous was an understatement. It wasn’t your first date, but you had yet to have your first kiss, saving it for someone special, whom you trusted. So far, you had managed to avoid any situation that could’ve led to a kiss, but it always made going on a date much more stressful.

You had asked your best friend, Hyunjin, to come over to help you get ready for your date. This time, you truly felt you had found the right guy. You had already been on a few dates with him. It had clicked from the very beginning, and only progressed in a positive way with each successive date. Yet, you couldn’t help the nervous feeling that followed you around throughout the day at the thought of having your first kiss.

Seeing as you were once again staring into space, lost in your thoughts, Hyunjin sighed, calling your name: “(Y/N)? Are you alright?” A bit startled by his sudden intervention, you nodded, shooting him a quick smile before turning back towards the mirror to continue inspecting the outfit Hyunjin had carefully helped you choose.

“You’re a terrible liar, you know…” Hyunjin stated. Slightly offended, you retorted, “I’m not. I promise I’m fine.” “Then why are you constantly biting the inside of your cheek and staring off in the distance?” he inquired, a skeptical look etched on his handsome face. “It’s nothing. Anyways, you’re gonna laugh if I tell you,” you commented, slightly annoyed by your best friend’s nagging. “Who said I was going to laugh? If it’s bothering you, it isn’t anything worth laughing about,” Hyunjin argued.

“Fine. I’ve never kissed anyone and tonight might be the night where it happens and I’m completely unprepared. I don’t want him to think I’m a bad kisser,” you confessed, looking down to avoid your friend’s gaze. “I could teach you,” Hyunjin suggested, more as a joke to lighten your mood. The last thing he expected was for you to nod your head, saying, “Y—You would?” You had caught him off guard, but he soon regained some composure and replied, “Sure. I mean… Yeah?”

“You don’t have to do this, Jinnie,” you pointed out. Hyunjin smiled at the sound of the nickname you had given him and answered, “Don’t worry, I don’t mind.” He quickly added, “Anything to get my best friend out of trouble,” which made you smile in return.

He carefully approached you, which unconsciously made your heart race. Standing right in front of you and blocking off your view of the mirror, he said, “I’m gonna pretend to be him. Just let me initiate the whole thing, okay?” You quietly nodded, staring at his lips as he spoke. While he seemed completely confident, Hyunjin was actually terrified. He had been wanting to do that for so long, yet it felt entirely wrong.

He hesitantly cupped your cheek with one of his hands, delicately placing the other on your waist, and slowly leaned in. You instinctively closed your eyes, anticipating the feeling of his lips on yours. Once you felt it, you completely froze, unable to move a single muscle. Pulling away, Hyunjin sighed yet again, claiming, “I can’t do ALL the job. You shouldn’t stay still the whole time. You need to move your lips, you know?”

You felt your cheeks heat up, ashamed of your reaction. “Sorry,” you muttered, almost inaudibly. “Don’t be. It’s okay, we can try again,” Hyunjin reassured you. Before doing anything else, he advised, “Just follow my lips’ movements. You’ll be alright.”

With that, he once again leaned in and placed his lips on yours. This time, however, you reacted and followed his lead. His lips were soft and warm, and he had a nice floral smell that made you forget how nervous you were. Although the kiss seemed to drag on for minutes, it only lasted a few seconds, and you were surprised when Hyunjin pulled away, almost disappointed that it was already over.

Suddenly, you were hit with the realization that you had just had your first kiss. All this time you had been stressing about having the perfect first kiss with your date, just to end up sharing it with your best friend. You weren’t disappointed, though. In fact, it felt incredibly right.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Hyunjin speaking, “Not bad for someone who’s never kissed anyone before.” Chuckling, you thanked your friend for his help, before claiming you had to go back to getting ready or you’d be late to your date.

Although that date went perfectly well and you did kiss the boy at the end of the night, you ended things with him a few weeks later. You knew he wasn’t the one for you. And although it took a while for you to admit it to yourself, the one boy you actually wanted was the one you shared your first kiss with.

HAN JISUNG

You usually weren’t a crier. Especially not in front of other people. Yet, here you were, standing in the middle of your living room, with tears streaming down your face.

It had been an awful day from the very beginning, and you had managed to keep your composure throughout everything, fighting the urge to curl into a ball under a blanket and cry. That was until you accidentally knocked over a glass filled with water on the floor, watching all of its content spill around. The incident seemed to flick a switch in your mind, causing you to burst into tears while staring at the empty glass on the floor.

Unsuspecting, your boyfriend, Jisung, had decided to come to your apartment uninvited, knowing your schedule by heart. The last thing he expected when he opened the door with the keys you had provided him with was to see you all red faced, your skin glistening with the tears that continuously glided down your cheeks.

Immediately dropping the multiple bags he had brought along with him, Jisung ran to your side, asking you what was wrong. You were overwhelmed by everything going on and couldn’t get a word out of your mouth. You felt ridiculous thinking about having to explain to your boyfriend how a simple water spill caused such a crisis, so you kept quiet.

Jisung quickly understood that you weren’t quite ready to speak just yet and simply guided you towards the nearest couch, helping you sit down. His eyes scanned his surroundings looking for a box of tissues, which he offered to you as soon as he got a hold of it. While you dried your eyes, your boyfriend looked for something to keep the both of you warm as you sat together on the couch, settling on a cozy blanket that was lying at the bottom of another couch.

He sat back down next to you, securely draping the blanket over your shoulders and his, as to enhance his warm embrace. “Take all the time you need, baby. I’m right here,” he uttered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You were moved by his tenderness, which brought a fresh wave of tears dripping down your cheeks.

It had been nearly ten minutes and your cries didn’t seem to be dying down anytime soon. Jisung, although patient, was growing worried that you wouldn’t ever stop crying. He had to think of a way to stop your cries. It had to be something that would shock you enough to make you forget about whatever made you sad in the first place. Then it hit him.

He gently lifted your chin up with his finger to get you to look at him, and before you had the chance to react or question him, he firmly pressed his lips against yours for a few seconds. Soon enough, your breathing evened and your cries quieted down. You were left dumbfounded, staring with wide eyes at your boyfriend, who couldn’t help giggling as he recalled what had just happened. “I’m sorry, I just panicked. You wouldn’t stop crying and I didn’t know what else to do to get you to stop and calm down,” he claimed.

You faintly smiled at him, before asking, “Can you do it again? It does work to calm me down.” Mirroring your smile, he enthusiastically nodded, eagerly leaning down to close the distance between your lips, this time savouring the intimacy of the act.

Pulling away, he spoke, “Now, will you tell me what made you break down like that?”

“Before I do, I need you to know that it was not ONLY caused by a spilled glass of water, I swear!”

FELIX LEE

You and your boyfriend were both enjoying one of his rare days off by trying out some baking recipes Felix had recently come across while scrolling through social medias. It was one of your go-to couple activities, as it allowed you to spend some alone time together, have some great conversations and end up with (mostly) delicious food as a result.

It was the end of the summer, when the sweetest berries would grow in the fields, so you opted for a raspberry flavoured cake. Needless to say, the cake was an absolute success, which you ended up sharing with your boyfriend’s group mates.

You were left with an excess amount of raspberries and couldn’t let them go to waste. You came up with the idea of using the leftover berries to make a sweet coulis you could pour on some refreshing ice cream, to which Felix immediately agreed.

You had poured the necessary ingredients into the blender and were ready to begin mixing. You pressed on the start button and gasped as the lid, which seemingly wasn’t properly secured, jumped up, and the half blended raspberries began flying out of the machine, landing everywhere in the kitchen, including on both your faces. You scrambled with your eyes closed to find the stop button and finally managed to turn the blender off after a few seconds.

As you wiped your eyes as best as you could, you took in the mess that stood in front of you. You were soon cut off with your boyfriend’s hysterical laughter that had him bending on himself and trying to catch his breath. “You should’ve seen the face you made when the mix flew out of the blender!” he exclaimed in between fits of giggles. You couldn’t help the laughter that escaped your lips as you noticed his own messy face.

Felix stepped closer towards you, using his hand to delicately wipe some of the fruit off your face. He suddenly noticed the redness on your lips and shyly spoke, “You have some on your lips.” Before you could answer anything, he closed the gap between both of your faces and gently pressed his lips against yours, taking in the taste of the sugary berries that covered your skin.

He pulled away after a few seconds, feeling his cheeks burning up. He couldn’t look you in the eyes, afraid that he messed up, or that you didn’t enjoy the kiss as much as he did. “You look like a raspberry now,” was the only thing you could think of saying as you looked at his reddened skin, resulting in the both of you breaking down into yet another fit of laughter.

“You still look good, even as a raspberry,” you quickly added, causing your boyfriend’s blush to deepen. “You look adorable too, even covered in sticky fruit sauce,” he replied, still euphoric from the kiss you just shared. He couldn’t help admiring you: the glow on your face from the raspberries, the innocent smile on your lips, and the stars in your eyes added up to everything he already loved about you.

Felix then turned around to grab a wet rag, throwing it your way as he claimed, “Come on, now we need to clean the whole kitchen up before anyone comes back, or else they’re gonna kill us!” You nodded and began wiping the walls, before he added, “Although I’d definitely prefer continuing to kiss you instead.” And it was now your turn to blush.

As you turned back towards the wall, Felix rapidly took out his phone, snapping a picture of you amongst the messy kitchen, not only to show his friends and to laugh about it later, but also to remind him of the precious memory of the first kiss you two shared.

KIM SEUNGMIN

You had been helping the boys set up their dorms for Christmas for a few hours. You were currently working on the tree, hanging up countless mismatched decorations that the boys insisted you used for their sentimental value. You had also planned to bake gingerbread cookies with Felix that everyone could decorate later, when putting up decorations would be too much of a physical effort.

You were attempting to have a conversation with Seungmin and Felix while music loudly played throughout the room. As Felix was excitedly reminiscing about something that happened on Christmas Day back in Australia, you realized you had lost sight of the tree topper.

As you voiced your concern, Seungmin replied that he had left it in the storage room, in an attempt to avoid his clumsy friends from dropping and breaking it. He suggested you followed him there, as he had to go and grab an extra box of ribbons in that same room. You nodded and followed his lead, quickly finding what you were looking for and heading back towards the living area, where the tree stood.

You had barely taken a few steps out of the storage room when you heard muffled snorts and giggles. Narrowing your eyes and turning around, you noticed Minho, Felix and Jeongin’s eyes on both you and Seungmin. Rolling his eyes, Seungmin spoke, “What’s going on with you weirdos? Don’t you have anything better to do then to follow us around the dorm?”

Wordlessly, Jeongin pointed over your heads before he burst into yet another fit of laughter. You both looked up, and let out a groan as you spotted the mistletoe hanging above your heads. “Come on you guys, it’s the rule!” Minho claimed.

You suddenly felt a lump in your throat at the thought of kissing Seungmin. It wasn’t that you didn’t want it. In fact, you had been looking forward to this moment for so long. The thing was that you envisioned this special moment going much differently. You had never kissed anyone before, and definitely did not plan on first doing it in front of your boyfriend’s best friends.

Sensing your uneasiness, Seungmin delicately held your hand before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. Shaking his head in dissatisfaction, Minho complained, “Aw, come on! You can do better than that, Seungmin!”

“It’s not as though we’re asking you to do something you’ve never done before,” Felix teasingly added.

“It is, though,” Seungmin answered honestly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. The boys were left speechless, but Minho was quick to cheer, “That’s even better! We get to see your first kiss!” The other boys joined in on his excitement and insisted that you followed through with the tradition.

Sighing as he knew they wouldn’t let it go until they got what they wanted, Seungmin turned to look at you, as though he was silently asking for your consent. You eventually shrugged, allowing Seungmin to lean closer until your lips met. You were first frozen in place, but slowly relaxed into the kiss, focusing on Seungmin’s reassuring presence.

You were brought back to reality by your spectators clapping and cheering, as you looked down, feeling your cheeks heat up. You stared at Seungmin’s hand, that was still holding yours, smiling to yourself, while your boyfriend was trying to calm his friends down and get them to leave you alone.

YANG JEONGIN (I.N)

You had started dating Jeongin a few months back and you had yet to share your first kiss, the two of you not being too strong on physical displays of affection. Sure, you did enjoy the occasional snuggles before going to sleep and the subtle hand holding as you went about with your day, but kissing was a big step you weren’t ready for just yet. Until today.

The boys were nearing a comeback and they had all been practicing really hard in the past few days. Anyone could see it was starting to affect them both physically and emotionally. It wasn’t too uncommon to see the other members’ partners walking around the dorm, so no one seemed shocked as you knocked at their door that night.

Minho quickly let you in after greeting you with his heartwarming smile, letting you know that Jeongin was in his bedroom. You practically ran to join your boyfriend, excited to hear all about his latest comeback stories. His face immediately lit up as you opened the door to his bedroom. He was sat in his bed, dressed in flannel pyjama pants and a plain oversized tee-shirt, scrolling through his phone. His hair was still drying from the shower he had taken after coming back from practice and the whole room gave off the fresh smell of his shampoo.

You joined Jeongin on the bed, asking him about his day. With a sigh, he begins rambling about how hard they’d been working for the past week. Jeongin rarely complains about anything, always grateful for what he has and careful not to burden others with his problems. You could sense he had reached a tipping point that night, as he laid his head on your lap and let you gently thread your fingers through his soft hair, while he tells you about everything that’s been going on recently as and you simply listen and occasionally nod.

Later that night, you had decided to unwind by watching a comedy movie on his laptop, which he had positioned at the end of the bed. You were comfortably wrapped up in a fleecy blanket, your head resting on his shoulder. You began laughing when you felt his hair tickle your cheek, causing him to turn his head to face you, your lips suddenly being inches away.

He didn’t know what went through his mind, but Jeongin instantly leaned in and closed the distance between the both of you. Your heart started racing, but although you were incredibly nervous, the kiss felt wonderful. Until you heard a knock on the door and had to quickly pull away.

Seconds later, the door opened to reveal Jisung, who had stopped by his friends’ dorm after practice. He couldn’t help but notice the odd position the two of you were in, paired with Jeongin’s awfully red cheeks. Not to mention the ‘I-just-got-caught’ look on his face.

Smirking, Jisung spoke, “Hey guys! What are you up to?” “Nothing! J—just watching movies, that’s all,” Jeongin replied suspiciously quickly. “Oooh! What movie were you watching?” Jisung further asked.

“Spirited Away”

“Insidious”

You both answered at the same time, shooting each other a quick but noticeable look of horror.

“Sooo… Which one was it?” Jisung pressed. This time, the both of you remained quiet, mouth slightly agape. Chuckling, Jeongin’s friend continued, “I see… Must’ve been really interesting if you can’t even remember which movie it was. By the way, nice lip gloss (Y/N)! It really suits yours and Jeongin’s lips!”

Shocked at Jisung’s bold comment, Jeongin argued, “Stop getting ideas! It’s not what you think!” “Sure, I believe you,” Jisung retorted sarcastically.

“This is such quality blackmail content!” he exclaimed as he left the room, closing the door behind him before you or your boyfriend could add anything.

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faustianmuse · 2 years

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UNO (Bangchan x Felix x Reader)

Uno (Bangchan x Felix x Reader)

Pairing: Bangchan x Felix x reader, fem!reader

Word count: 1300

Genre: SMUT, threesome

Summary: Your game of UNO with the boys gets a little raunchy.

Warnings: 18+, smut, threesome, hand job, fingering (fem receiving)

Author’s Note: I’m just getting back into writing so please let me know your thoughts and feel free to shoot me a heart, comment, or a follow for support! This is a hard thought that I just had to put into writing -- hope you enjoy :)

“I won!” you shouted.

Felix pouted as he lost yet another round of Uno, plush bottom lip sticking out.

Seated between him and Bangchan, you pushed his shoulder. “Don’t be such a sore loser,” you said before meeting his puppy eyes.

“There’s always the next round,” you corrected yourself.

“I bet we could make him feel better,” Bangchan grumbled from behind you, trying to sound noncommittal.

You met Felix’s eyes only to see that his were only feigning shock. Oh, so this was planned.

Felix raised one eyebrow as he reached around you to hand you a shot.

You waved him off, you didn’t need substances to convince you to makeout with Felix.

He slowly brought the shot glass down before turning to face you, cheeks a bit flushed and ears red in anticipation.

Bringing one hand up between his jaw and his hairline, you brought him in for a long kiss. His low moan got higher as you slowly moved to straddle his waist, breaking away from him to turn your upper body towards Chan.

You motioned inward with your index finger, come here.

Felix’s lips met your collarbone as his hands snuck under your shirt to find your breasts through your bra while you held eye contact with Chan. Chan’s dark eyes grew livelier and livelier as he finally made his way towards you, grabbing your hair harshly, shocking Felix with the sudden movement.

Frozen this way, you both waited for Chan to speak.

“Enjoying this too much already, Y/N?” he finally said.

“I think you aren’t enjoying it enough, Channie,” you answered.

He tilted his head to the side thoughtfully, still playing the dom role, before losing himself slightly in nervous laughter and releasing your hair. “Then help me,” he finally uttered.

You looked back at Felix as though asking permission to stand and he shyly nodded, making sure to support your hips with his hands as you turned around and crawled towards Chan.

“Lie down,” you commanded.

He instantly complied as your hands found the button of his jeans, bringing them down to his mid thigh so you could start running your hands up and down his length. His head hit the floor in pleasure, causing you to look up in alarm, but he seemed fine.

You heard Felix grumble behind you so you said, “Lixie, a little help here?”

He giggled as his hands came to join yours, a scene that would have been so sweet and romantic if it wasn’t centered around something so vulgar.

“Think you can bear both our weight Channie?” you asked the boy.

He nodded quickly, eyes rolling back.

“We’d better stop if we want him to last, Y/N.” Felix was still giggling, teeth finding your ear lobe as his focus was now free to be on you. “Need a little help before we start?”

You couldn’t refuse that so you just nodded. You and Felix stood to strip; you both looked down to find Bangchan doing the same on the floor.

With your eyes distracted you didn’t notice Felix moving until you felt his hands on your shoulders, tossing you onto the couch you’d had your backs to when you’d been playing the card game.

“Stay still,” he ordered, sitting on his knees in front of you for easier access, separating your legs to enter you with his fingers, soliciting a gasp from you. He pumped them in and out while his thumb played with your clit and you felt your breath get more ragged. His other hand started to play with your other hole as he got you ready.

“I’m ready, Lixie,” you gasped.

“For who?” he said.

“Both of you,” you gasped.

“That’s what I want to hear,” Chan chimed in. “Come here baby girl.”

Chan was still on the floor propped up on his elbows, excited dick waiting for you.

You took a deep breath as you approached, grabbing a condom Felix handed to you to hand to Chan. Chan put it on, moving his hand up and down his length and motioned to you when he was ready. Your hands replacing his, you slowly straddled him and sat down.

As your pelvic bones met, you both gasped as his hands instantly met your hips.

“Let’s move,” Chan suggested.

You moved your hips a bit as you felt Chan fill you up, hitting your g-spot instantly. His girth felt amazing, but you knew you had even more in store with both boys.

You felt Felix’s soft hands on your shoulders as his lips softly met your neck, reminding you he had needs too.

Disregarding whether you were truly prepared for how big this orgasm was going to be, you whispered, “Ready to join Lixie?”

“Hell yeah,” he replied, lightly pushing you so your chest was closer to Chan’s. You heard Felix opening up the condom as he applied some lube. “Just let me know how you’re feeling, ok?”

“Okay,” you answered, feeling Chan’s hand grab hold of yours to reassure you. You turned your head towards Chan and kissed him, feeling immersed until you felt Felix’s hands on both sides of your hips.

“Ready?” he asked.

You broke away from Chan, biting your lip and meeting his eyes. He nodded at you with a soft smile.

“Ready,” you answered.

Felix entered you with care, but swiftly, as you’d told him in the past this was easier than waiting for the expansion in your body. You felt yourself hiss at the feeling of fullness as you leaned your chin against Chan’s shoulder.

You felt the boys kiss over your shoulder as they waited for you to feel comfortable.

You moved to bite Chan’s shoulder.

“Ready boys,” you said with a giggle as they started moving in sync.

You clutched Chan’s shoulders for support as they both moved around you. Those that swore they were always unbelievably in sync during their dance practices would be pleased with this performance as they pounded into you with perfect balance.

“How many cards do you have now?” Felix grunted out, soliciting a laugh from Bangchan.

“None Lixie, they’re all yours,” you gasped out.

Chan giggled, “All mine.”

Felix thrusted harder in response only causing the other boy to push even more, making you feel like you were being torn apart, your eyes threatening to roll back at the pleasure.

“Guys, I’m --” you started.

“Thank goodness,” they practically said in unison as both boys’ movements became more erratic, all of you reaching your highs in close succession, your orgasm washing over you in waves that made your back continue to shudder even after both boys were still.

Felix’s soft head was on your back as you rested your head on Chan’s chest. You wished you could stay this way, but you needed them out asap.

“Ahem, sorry guys.”

They both lifted their heads in attention as Felix said, “Okay, ready?”

You looked at him and nodded yes as he exited you, your stomach turning a bit at the feeling. You turned your head now to face Chan, who smiled at you, nodding as you dismounted.

Felix had stood to leave the room, and Chan got up as well.

Felix returned first with a towel for you, helping clean you up quietly as Chan returned with water for everyone.

“So, who’s up for round 2?” Chan asked.

“Of cards?” Felix questioned.

“Whatever you’d like,” you answered.

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horanghaejamjam · 2 years

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Stray Kids Imagine: How They Cuddle

Prompt: How would the Stray Kids members cuddle with you

Requested? No

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 979

Warnings: None

Gender neutral reader. Gifs are not mine!

Disclaimer: This is a repost from my original blog, this is my own original work and not copied.

Stray Kids Masterlist

Other Groups Masterlist

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Bang Christopher Chan

Chans cuddles would be very gentle but firm. He loves to hold you close to him and just enjoy the feeling of you in your arms. When he’s at home he would love laying down with you on his chest, playing with your hair as you both talk about your day or whatever else comes to mind. If you came to visit at work he would have you in his lap so you could hug him while he works. His free hand able to rub your back and hug you while he works. Always willing to give you hugs when you feel down, you always feel safe in his arms.

Lee Minho

How Minho cuddles you really depends on how he’s feeling that day. Loves to curl up with you on the couch after a long day, just holding each other and either talking or watching something on TV. However, if he’s in a more playful mood you can bet he’s going to make getting affection from him difficult. Would constantly poke and tickle at you just to get a reaction or dodge your attempts to hug him only to drop in your lap a few minutes later when he’s tired. Needless to say, cuddles with Minho are never boring.

Seo Changbin

Such a softie for you and your affection. Always hugging you close to him whether that be laying in bed together or him back hugging you while you work. He loves holding you as he feels like he can protect you when you’re in his arms. Would absolutely love if you were to gently stroke his arm or face with occasional kisses while cuddling. Though there are also times when he has a stressful day at the studio and wants nothing more than to curl up and feel your arms around him, stroking his hair and talking to him softly until he falls asleep. In conclusion, Changbin is a soft baby that needs all of your love an affection whether he admits it or not.

Hwang Hyunjin

You are the one holding him 99.9% of the time. Hyunjin loves nothing more than coming home after a long day and just collapsing on top of you. Your chest is his personal pillow as he would nuzzle against you and listen to your heartbeat with his arms tightly around you. This gives you perfect access to play with his hair or rub at his back as he relaxes against you. In the chance that he is the one holding you, it would be the same position with the roles reversed, him laying or sitting back with you against his chest. Loves how close you feel to each other during these moments, especially if you haven’t seen each other in a while.

Han Jisung

A very loving and playful cuddler who will cling to you any chance he can get. Would love back hugs or just curling into your side as you two watch movies or play games. Constantly playing with your hands and giving you cute little kisses while cuddling against you. Will randomly sneak up behind you and hug you while humming and swaying you both softly. Also loves laying with his head on your stomach if you two are laying down or napping. If you try to get up for whatever reason, expect him to cling to you and whine until you either agree to sit back down or convince him to let you go.

Lee Felix Yongbok

Another very playful and clingy member. If you are in the area, you can bet Felix will be clinging to you. Will want to have you close to him as much as possible. He would snuggle into your side or be hugging you while dramatically nuzzling against you to get your attention. Would love to play games with you sitting in his lap, his head resting on your shoulder and occasionally kissing your cheek. Definitely the little spoon when you guys are at home, but would want to face you. He would lay facing you with one arm over your waist and your legs tangled together and you holding him while you two talk about whatever comes to mind before falling asleep together. Bonus points if you give him kisses while he’s falling asleep, be prepared for a large smile and tired giggles as he holds you closer.

Kim Seungmin

Seungmin wouldn’t be as affectionate as some of the other members but would still love to have you close to him. Likes sitting next to you so he could have his arm around you or will throw his arms over your shoulders. Will rest his head on your shoulder and just stay like that until one of you had to move. When it’s late and you’re both laying down he likes to hold you close with your back against his chest. His arm thrown across your middle keeping you pressed against him, occasionally leaving gentle kisses to your head as you watched movies or just waited to fall asleep.

(You’re Changbin)

Yang Jeongin

Another one who would prefer that you hold him as it makes him feel warm and loved. If you’re taller than he is, he would love for you to back hug him with your head resting on his head/shoulder. If you’re shorter, he would love to cuddle while sitting or laying down so he could lean against you with your arms around him. Rub his back softly and play with his hair as you two are curled up on the couch and he will be putty in your hands. Jeongin feels safe in your arms, so please protect him at all costs.

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beautifulchris · 10 months

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pink tulip

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader

wc: 3,4k

featuring: hwang hyunjin, lee felix, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, blackpink’s lisa, bts’ jeongguk, got7’s bambam and yugyeom, golden child's jangjun

summary: you’re always glued to your best friend chan, and your seventh year with him is no different

genres: hogwarts!au, best friends to lovers!au, gryffindor!chan, gryffindor!reader, fluff

warnings: kissing

notes: moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland

tag list: @badwithten @raethethey send ask/dm/comment to be added!

The weather was perfect on a sunday like this. Warm with a refreshing breeze. On the Quidditch pitch, a majority of Gryffindor were either on the field, a broom in hand or sitting between the stands.

You were set back from the group of people on the field, stretching to be in the best form possible.

Quidditch meant a lot to you, it had for five years now. Being in the Quidditch team for so long meant having friends and rivals but overall, you were very friendly so the rivalry turned into friendship over the years.

You were stretching your arms when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around with your arm still spread and hit Jeongguk’s shoulder.

“Eh!”

Yugyeom was laughing and you joined him cheerfully. Jeongguk’s expression was too funny to be ignored.

“You scared me Gguk, it’s your fault. Hi Yugy.”

“Hi Y/N, how’s it going?”

“I’m ready to keep my place. Also congrats on you two for staying as beaters this year.”

“Thanks. We’ll try not to take you down too much.”

”You’ll wish you did,” you bragged.

They scoffed with smiles on their faces. “It’s almost time for tryouts, we’ll be on the stands cheering you on,” said Yugyeom gently.

“Yeah, we wouldn’t miss this for anything.”

“Just say you’re here to spy on us for Soyeon,” you accused, not being serious at all.

“Can’t we cheer on our friend without being attacked like this?” Yugyeom fake cried.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Thanks guys, your presence is really appreciated,” you smiled at them as they walked away, waving at you.

As the chaser, you were one of the best elements of the team. But really, you always thought the team was getting better and better over the years. Especially since Hyunjin joined.

Speaking of which, he only had time to come to you when Chan went straight to you both when he saw you on the field.

“Hey,” Chan greeted as he kissed your forehead and hugged Hyunjin.

Chan was your best friend. He always greeted you with a kiss on your forehead. It was his way of showing you affection. He was also a lot clingy, so he hugged his friends often, you included.

“Hey, do I really have to audition for the tryouts again?”

Chan was the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He was also the last —but not least— one to make the tryouts for the team of the year. Around thirty students —more people than the year before— came and he was divided between being happy so many people wanted to be part of the team and being anxious because he knew he inevitably had to say no to more of them.

“Are you scared better chasers will take your place, Hyunjin?” Chan asked, smirking.

“Definitely not, I’m determined to get in.”

“You’re right, you’re one of the best. If Chan doesn’t take you back, that would be the team’s loss. And you don’t want a weak team, am I right, Chan?” you asked, turning to Chan.

Hyunjin thanked you for your kind words and you winked at him while Chan waited for him to walk away before giving you an implied look. To which you replied with a raised eyebrow.

“What? Am I not right?”

“You are, he’s one of the best. But there’s a lot of people today, I ca—”

“So what?” you cut him off. “You know like me that none is better than him.”

“You seem to forget yourself.”

“What does it have to do with me?”

“You’re as good as he is, if not better. Give your best today, it would be a shame if I had to replace you,” he winked at you, put his broom between his legs and flew into the air without letting you reply.

He went in front of the mass of people who were waiting for the tryouts while you were left flustered by his wink. You quickly put yourself together (you’ll have plenty of time to rant after the tryouts), picked up your broom and went next to Hyunjin to listen to what the captain had to say.

“Thank you everyone for coming today. As you know, six people will be selected for this year. A seeker, two beaters and three chasers. Let’s begin with the chasers, shall we? Next will be the beaters then the seeker. Please, those who came for the other positions you can go to the stands for now.”

You prepared yourself and went in the air as easily as walking. Flying on a broom was so satisfying, you really loved it and were almost more comfortable in the air than on the ground.

Chan positioned himself in front of the hooped goal posts and Bambam, the freshly new Gryffindor Head Boy, who you didn’t see coming, threw the quaffle into the air. The tryouts had officially started and you were ready to show your skills.

About thirty minutes later, the verdict was final. Everyone returned to the ground and gathered around Chan.

“I want you all to know that if you’re not taken this year, don’t lose hope. Your time will come. I mean, it's my last year,” he laughed. “Alright, let me introduce the new chasers for this year: Y/N Y/L/N, Lisa Manoban and Hyunjin Hwang. Congratulations to you three.”

Everyone clapped their hands. Chan’s eyes met yours and your smile lighted up his face, making him smile brightly, showing his cute dimples. You then found Lisa and Hyunjin and hugged them tight.

“I’m so happy. We’re like the holy trinity,” beamed Lisa into your ear.

“It’s true, we’re a killing team,” added Hyunjin.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment of joy you were sharing with your friends while the field was slowly emptying, leaving the chasers and the keeper.

“Guys, the beaters are coming. Ready to go there again?”

“Way to kill the mood, Chan,” whined Lisa but you went back into the air like you belonged there.

The beaters were chosen after forty minutes into the game. It wasn’t without complaints but Mingyu Kim and Chaeyoung Son were the best. They deserved it, since they almost killed you —twice.

For the seeker, you all had to play again, but somehow you never got tired of it. You were amazed by the time Mark Lee needed to catch the snitch. Eight minutes. He was the fastest boy you ever saw.

When he returned to the ground where everyone was waiting for him, you realized his broom was the fastest of the current year.

Of course, you thought, it helps.

But he truly was the best, the broom couldn’t create talent. You were sure to win all the games with him.

The tryouts finished, you directly went to take a shower and relax in the Gryffindor common room. Your transfiguration homework could wait an hour or two.

Chan sat next to you on the comfortable couch.

“You were amazing today. I couldn’t stop any quaffle you threw.” He was truly impressed by you. Ordinarily, he could stop two or three, but today, you were at your best form.

“Thank you. I practiced during summer with my dad,” you explained. “But are you sure it’s me getting better or you getting sloppy?”

He looked at you in disbelief and it made you giggle. His features softened at the view, he undeniably had a soft spot for you.

If only you could see it, he often thought.

“Hey, you want to spend the day with me next weekend?” offered Chan.

“Sure, what do you want to do?”

“We could revise for the N.E.W.T. at the Three Broomsticks?”

“Like a study date?”

“A—a date?” he choked a bit.

“Yeah, it’s not what you were asking?”

“Oh yes, yes it was.”

Chan felt awkward and stupid for stuttering like that. He wanted to show more assurance but you were making his heart beat so fast he couldn’t help it.

He was saved by the gong. Or more precisely, Jeongin, who needed help for the Lapifors spell. You greeted the younger and they left you.

You had your eyes closed and didn’t open them when you felt someone sitting next to you again.

“When are you going to confess?”

Your eyes opened wide and you looked at the boy.

“What are you even doing here, Seungmin?”

“I came here right after the tryouts to congratulate you and Hyunjin. So congrats. And don’t change the subject,” he grinned.

You sighed, staring at the portrait of the lion above the fireplace.

“Thanks. We have a study date next week,” you simply replied.

“A WHAT? You’re growing up so fast,” he said in an emotional voice, wiping off a non-existent tear from his eye.

“You’re younger than me, silly,” you laughed at his reaction.

“True but still, it’s been years Y/N. It was about time you did something.”

You completely ignored what he just said. “I think he flirted with me before the tryouts. I’m not sure though.”

“…What did he say?”

“He complimented me on my skills and winked at me. I was so flustered, Seungmin, I swear he’s so likable.”

“Whipped.” He giggled shamelessly at your pout.

“What is?” you heard Chan ask from behind you.

From the corner of your eye, you glared at Seungmin for a second, a scared expression on your face, before turning around with an awkward smile.

“Nothing, we were just gossiping,” explained your Ravenclaw friend, saving you from embarrassing yourself.

“Okay, I feel like you’re hiding something from me but I’ll let it pass for now.”

“Thank you,” you breathed then got up. “I have transfiguration homework to do, bye guys.” You literally ran to your room without looking back to avoid any further questions.

“Is everything okay?” you heard Chan ask but didn’t stay to listen to the rest.

“Yeah, so when are you going to confess?”

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

The whole week you were thinking about the study date and when it was time to go, you were a bit nervous, but excited.

When you entered the Three Broomsticks, your eyes wandered around looking for your best friend. You found him upstairs in a corner, two mugs of butterbeer in front of him. His dimples showed when he smiled at you and your heart melted. It was one of the things that made you really happy. You joined him and started working.

“I spent a really good time with you today. Thank you for helping me with this particularly hard silencing charm. And sorry for practicing on you.”

“It was with pleasure, Y/N. Thank you for your help on my transfiguration homework. I couldn’t see the end of the parchment last night.”

“You want to do this again?”

“I would love to.”

“What about the same day, same time, same table if not already taken?”

“Okay,” he agreed, finishing his butterbeer. His heart was fluttering, he won more alone time with you, like you weren’t already inseparable.

On a table, not far, Felix and Seungmin were talking about the two lovebirds.

“How many months before one of them confesses?”

“It’ll be done by the Christmas holidays. I hope,” Seungmin sighed, sipping his mug of butterbeer.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

And so, every saturday you practiced Quidditch and every sunday you studied at the Three Broomsticks. It was your routine for a few weeks, until the first match opposing Gryffindor to Slytherin, the second weekend of november.

The whole school was present for it, especially your friends in the front row, hyping the hell out of both teams. Jangjun and Felix were the commentators and you were expecting funny comments from them.

Everyone was in good condition and was excited for their first match of the season. The Slytherin team was constituted of the best Slytherin players and Soyeon was a good captain. You weren’t very close but she had helped you before for your Wiggenweld potion the year before, which made you earn an O, so you were grateful.

The teams greeted each other and you talked a bit with Yugyeom, Jeongguk and Changbin. The latter was one of your closest friends so even if you were currently rivals, you gave him a warm hug and wished him good luck.

“Alright, is everybody ready?” asked the referee.

A whole cheer answered back and all the players went into the air. You flew above the referee to be the first to catch the quaffle.

“One, two… THREE. LET’S START,” she shouted before releasing the bludgers and the snitch then throwing the quaffle into the air.

“From the outset, Y/N is taking the quaffle and is going for that goal,” Jangjun commented into the mic.

“They’re flying majestically,” added Felix.

“Mister Lee, please,” scolded the professor next to him.

He apologized and continued, “Y/N gives the quaffle to Lisa, who’s making a sloth grip roll to avoid a bludger sent by Yugyeom!”

“She’s giving the quaffle to Hyunjin and he’s close to the goal. He’s about to strike, San is getting ready and- HE SCORES!”

“Ten-Zero for Gryffindor!” shouted Jangjun excitedly.

About three hours after the beginning of the match, no injuries were to be deplored. Mark was about to catch the snitch but Jeongguk blocked him and Changbin caught it right after. Even with their final effort, Gryffindor won the game. The final score was very close: 240-230.

The team was celebrating with a few friends at the Three Broomsticks after a well-deserved long and hot shower. There were a total of eighteen people gathered around two tables. Engorgement charm had been used on the mugs of butterbeer, unbeknownst of Madam Rosmerta —and she better not know for all of your sakes.

A few hours after the little party, where you all had a very good time, exchanging anecdotes about everyone’s school experience, you went back to school.

On the way, Chan and you were glued to each other like always. Everyone could see the love you had for each other but you.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

Two weeks after the second Quidditch match opposing Hufflepuff to Ravenclaw, Seungmin, Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin gathered in the Room of Requirement to talk about you and Chan while you were both studying at the Three Broomsticks like every sunday.

“We really have to do something to help them. I refuse to see them spend the Yule ball with anyone else,” said Seungmin in a serious tone.

“Or worse: alone,” added Jeongin.

“They’re never going to confess on their own, they’re too afraid to lose each other,” sighed Hyunjin.

“We can help them with that, right?” asked Felix.

“Right. I have an unerring plan,” smirked Seungmin.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

And so the next friday, as you were walking to your next class, a note flew out of nowhere on your charms book saying “meet me in the room of requirement at 7 tonight. chan xx”.

You stared at the note for a whole minute. Lisa had to pull you by the arm to avoid a collision with a running group of first years.

“What’s happening?” inquired Lisa with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh, nothing, I’m seeing Chan tonight.”

“You see Chan everyday. Why are you blushing so hard? Did he ask you out?” She jumped around you excitedly.

Instead of answering her, because you didn’t know exactly what he wanted to tell you, you showed her the note.

“Oh my, this is so cool. If you need help with anything, let me know before it’s too late.” She fled away and you followed her.

“Wait, what is that supposed to mean?”

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

Meanwhile, Chan was seated on a low wall with Bambam when the note deposited itself on his hand while he was talking. He stopped himself to read “meet me in the room of requirement at 7 tonight. y/n xx”.

Bambam read it over his shoulder and nudged his friend.

“Tell me you’re going to go.”

“Did I ever ditch on my best friend?”

“Best friend,” he repeated mockingly, “you better dress well for the occasion.”

“What do you mean?”

“Dude, you’re unbelievable,” Bambam face palmed.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

Jeongin was hiding near the door and no one could see him. He was there to make sure you and Chan would enter while everything your friends worked hard for was still present.

Chan was the first to enter the Room of Requirement. He was surprised and amazed by the sight. Birds were flying, candles and flowers were levitating and a table at the center of the room was filled with yours and Chan’s favorite food.

Soon after, you entered the room, looking outside as you closed the door.

“Hey Chan— wow.”

You took the sight in as well. A particular light made your face shine and Chan could swear he fell in love with you once again. Your eyes laid on him and you smiled.

“What did you want to talk about?” you asked, gulping loudly.

“I received a note from you, don’t you have something to say to me?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I received a note from you too, though.”

You watched his reaction, being yourself confused. His smile faded a bit and you worried.

“I see there’s our favorite food, want to eat? I’m starving,” you proposed.

“Sure.”

He sat in front of you but didn’t lay his eyes on the food since you entered. That was the moment Jeongin chose to discreetly leave to join his friends in the Great Hall.

“So, if you didn’t send that note and I didn’t either, who do you think made all of this?” you asked.

“Probably Seungmin. I think the flowers come from him.”

“I agree. I recognize ambrosia, linaria bipartita, red rose and red, pink, orange tulip,” you enumerated, looking around.

“It’s crazy how you can recognize so many flowers.” Once again, he was impressed by you.

“I simply love Herbology. Felix surely helped by asking the elves to cook all this delicious food.”

“I think he and Hyunjin used the levitation charm and the avifors spell.”

“And someone had to stay here until one of us got in. I bet they made Jeongin do it.”

“They did so much, it’s really cool. Hey, look at the birds!” you exclaimed.

They were forming a big heart while flying. How romantic! It suddenly made you realize the meaning behind the flowers and you looked down at Chan. He looked at you at the same time and you stared at each other for a rather long time. You began to speak at the same time as well. Damn synchronization.

“Chan—”

“Y/N—”

“You first.”

“No, you.”

“Okay, I know the meaning behind the flowers.”

“Oh?” he seemed interested to have your insight on them. Truthfully, he was interested in anything you had to say.

“So,” you took a deep breath, “pink tulips mean caring, good wishes, friendship, joyful occasions and confidence. The orange one means understanding, appreciation and truest love. After that, it’s…”

“It’s what?”

“Ahem. Linaria bipartita means… please notice my feelings for you.”

Chan widened his eyes. Was it going to happen through flowers symbolism?

“Red tulip means undying love, passion and perfect love and ambrosia means reciprocated love.”

“Looks like Seungmin knows us too much. I love you.”

“I love you too, Chan.”

“You have no idea how happy I am right now, hearing you say that.” If his red ears and dimpled smile were any indication.

“I love you, I love you, I love you so much Chan, I’ve loved you for so long now,” you chanted, taking his hands in yours over the table.

“Me too. Would you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“Of course I would!”

You both got up at the same time and you hugged tightly. Oh how happy you were at this moment, in your lover’s arms with birds chanting your names… Wait.

“Do you hear what I hear?”

“Yes…”

You looked at the birds. It wasn’t unpleasant to hear. Felix and Jeongin must have taken a lot of their time to teach them so much.

The elves worked hard to make the food and it would be a shame to leave it there. You had a wonderful date that night.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

The night of the Yule Ball, after dancing for two whole hours non-stop with your friends, you went outside to breathe. Chan followed you and put his hand on your waist.

“You look stunning,” he said into your ear.

You turned to him and kissed his lips.

“So are you.”

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deadaldipshit-jpg · 1 year

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↳ ❝¡TASTE OF YOUR LIPS!❞

Best friend Hyunjin x gn reader

Genre - fluff

Trope - best friends to lovers

Wordcount - 0.6k

An- i hope you guys like it. I made a taglist for those who want to updated with my other works aswell

You should’ve never fallen in love with your best friend. Especially after knowing him for years, convincing yourself that he was just like a brother and yelling every one that he was just a friend. You were such an idiot. But every time you looked into his warm eyes, you knew you were done for it. No matter what you did, you would always like him, no, love him.

Hyunjin was the most beautiful person you knew. Not just his appearance, but his soul and his heart. You were completely enthralled by him. You were so utterly in love with his heart and you wanted it just for yourself. The only thing that stopped you, was a little thing called the friend zone. Every time the topic of crushes or romance was brought up, one of you would change the topic, as if you both were trying to hide something. He made your heart do cartwheels every time he hugged you and you just wish you were brave enough to tell him how you really felt. You wish you were brave enough to just confess, but he was too important to you to just risk losing.

You needed to tell someone. So you chose the person who had been suspecting it the whole time, Lee Know, who happened to be the closest to you after Hyunjin.

“Minho, come here, I need to tell you something”

“Ok idiot what is it”

“I like Hyunjin”

“Took you long enough to realise it”

“And I need help to move on”

“You’re a bit too late for that, but let’s see”

Telling Minho helped you get the weight off your chest, but it also made it ten times harder to hide your growing feelings in front of Hyunjin. And regardless of how slow Hyunjin's brain would work at times, he was quick to realise that you were hiding something from him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked after cornering you at his dorm. “Nothing is wrong Hyunjin, don’t worry.” “If there’s nothing wrong, then you must be hiding something from me because I know you and you only avoid me when there is something wrong or you are hiding something.” For better or for worse, today was going to be the day you were going to have to confess. But you weren’t going to tell him immediately.

“Let me try to guess”

“You can try, but I don’t think you’ll guess it”

“You stole my hoodie”

“I do that all time, it isn’t a secret”

“You took my paints”

“I did not, you just misplaced them”

“You are the one who stained the couch”

“No, that was Jisung, he spilt his coke zero”

“Minho Hyung told you I like you”

You were absolutely flabbergasted by his revelation. You had no idea that your best friend, the same person who you were madly in love with, liked you back. Not wanting to lose the moment, you cupped his face and pulled him towards you. His lips hesitantly brushed against yours. You mumble against his lips “No he didn’t say anything, but I like you too,” before pulling him back to you and kissing him properly this time. It was soft and calmer than you thought, but the feeling of his lips against yours was so euphoric that you didn’t want to ever stop.

You finally pulled away, gasping for air. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and whispered, “I like the taste of your lips on mine. I would do anything to taste them again” “Even the accidental confession” “If it means I get to kiss you like this again, then I would do anything.”

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seventeenytiny · 11 months

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Good Vibes (Repost)

Smut: Minors DNI

You decide to surprise your lovely boyfriend Felix with a gift, a little remote-controlled vibrator you can fit in your panties.

Contains: Sex toys, vibrators, cum play, orgasm control, oral (male receiving)

Word Count: 2005

Author’s Note: Reposting this because I decided to go back and edit some parts also I kinda screwed up how I posted it in the first place.

You grabbed the small package at the front of your door, eager to show Felix what was inside. You hoped this little toy would be as much fun for him as it would be for you. You quickly bring it over to your bedroom, excited to finally play with it. Carefully, you opened up the box, pulling out a tiny pink toy with a matching pink remote. You click the button on the remote, the toy begins to quietly vibrate in your hand, it’s exactly what you had hoped for.

“Hey Felix, come here, I wanna show you something,” You call out to your boyfriend as he passes by.

“What is it, my love?” He walks over to you, placing his hand on the small of your back. A slightly puzzled expression appears on his face as he looks at what's in your hands. You hand him the remote, his confusion quickly melting away as his lips curl up into a devilish smile. You smirk and look innocently at him, “What do you think Love? Do you want to try it out?”

He nods fervently, “Put it in your panties right now, I wanna see how this shit works.”

You obey, turning around to reach into your panties to put it into place.

“Okay, I think it’s in place.”

Without hesitation he hits the button on the remote, he flashes that same devilish grin at you again as he sees your whole body react. Your eyes roll back into your head as you reach out to him to help keep your balance. The sensation in your panties causes you to shudder and your thighs to squeeze together, you bite your lip to try to stifle a moan.

Felix holds you up, his arm around your waist as he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Feel good babe?” his low voice causes a bolt of pleasure to shoot right down to your core. Before you can even respond to him the vibrations in between your legs stop. You whine, Felix looks at you and shrugs, pretending like you weren’t just about to cum right there on the spot.

He pulls you into one of his signature bear hugs, placing a kiss on your head before pulling away to look at you.

“How about we change into our comfy clothes for the night and watch a movie together? Wouldn’t that be fun my love?” he asks as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You can’t deny how amazing of an idea that sounds, it seems as if getting time alone together becomes more and more rare these days.

“Sounds like a plan,” you say, unbuttoning your jeans to trade them for sweatpants. Felix does the same, although you can feel his eyes burning holes into you as you change. You blush, even after all the times the two of you have seen each other naked neither of you can deny how goddamn attractive the other is.

Once dressed, he grabs your hand, pulling you towards the living room.

“You can pick the movie while I go make some popcorn.”

You sit down on the couch in front of the TV, grabbing the remote to start scrolling through Netflix. You decide on some stupid-looking romcom, seemed like it would be a good choice as you had a feeling you’d hardly be watching it anyways.

All of a sudden you tense up, feeling the low grumble of the vibrator again. You allow your body to sink into the couch, letting yourself fully enjoy the feeling since Felix isn’t right there to watch you. The sensation continues for another couple of minutes, stopping right before Felix walks into the room with a bowl of popcorn in his hand. He takes in the sight of you, sprawled out on the couch with a disheveled look on your face. He decides not to comment on it, but the smug look on his face and the slight bulge in his sweatpants tells you all you need to know.

He sits down next to you and you snuggle up to him, kissing the side of his neck before starting the movie. The two of you stay like that for a bit, taking in the warmth of each other as the movie plays. He hand-feeds you popcorn while placing loving kisses on your temple, you feel so at peace, soaking in the moment as much as you can. The movie plays on for about 30 minutes before the feeling in your panties returns. At this point, you had honestly forgotten the toy was even there.

You bury your face into his shoulder, his shirt helps to muffle your moans. He places a hand on the back of your head, cradling you as you lose yourself in pleasure. Your legs start to tremble, you can start to sense that familiar feeling building up inside of you. Felix holds you tight as you get ready to let pleasure take over your body. Then, the feeling you were enjoying so much inside your panties stops, you take a deep breath as you regain your composure.

“Are you still doing okay Love?” Felix smiles at you, not smugly though, pure love and care are behind that smile. You can still see his eyes are filled with darkness and lust, but he still does truly care about you and wants to make sure you’re still having fun. You smile back at him, throwing your arms around him.

“I’m amazing, don’t feel like you have to hold back”.

Felix grabs you, moving you to sit in between his legs on the chaise, one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other holding the remote. The two of you have pretty much forgotten about the movie at this point. You lean up to kiss him, he deepens the kiss by parting his mouth, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip. The two of you continue your heated exchange for a bit, you can feel his bulge slowly hardening against your lower back. He messes with you by clicking the button on the remote on and off, not letting you feel anything for more than thirty seconds. He suddenly pulls away, deciding to pretend to be interested in the movie.

“Felix…” you whine, wanting more.

He decides to ignore you, but also still gives you exactly what you want. The vibrations return, you can feel the intensity of the toy increasing each second. Your hands shoot between your legs, your legs start to shake. You lean back into Felix, looking up into his eyes as you let moans slip out past your lips.

“Felix...” his name comes out as a whisper, “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Then do it, let it all out baby.”

Your body shakes and trembles, you clench your legs together as you work through your orgasm. The heat that’s been building up inside of you all this time finally releasing. Felix holds you tightly, kissing the top of your head and whispering sweet nothings as you ride out your orgasm. You turn to him, breathless, the vibrating finally stopping.

He runs his fingers through your hair, pushing it off your face, “How do you feel angel?”

“Amazing.”

“Do you feel up to going into the bedroom?”

You look down, he’s rock hard, you can see the precum leaking through his sweatpants. You let your actions speak for you, turning the movie off and grabbing his hand to lead him to the bedroom.

You stop him in front of the bed, quickly getting on your knees in front of him. You loop your fingers around the band of his sweatpants, pulling them down. His cock springs up in your face, the tip pink and glistening with precum. You give him a couple of pumps with your hand before your tongue starts to tease his tip. He immediately throws back his head, deep moans leaving his mouth as his hands pull at your hair. You take as much of him in as you can, using your hand to pump what you can’t fit in. He starts to thrust into your mouth, using you like his own fucktoy.

Right before he gets too close to cumming he pulls out, as much as he loves oral he definitely wants to feel the real thing tonight. He pulls you up off your knees, planting a passionate kiss on your lips. He pulls away only to undress you, letting the toy fall out of your panties and onto the floor.

He pushes you down on the bed, your legs hanging off the edge as he stands in between them. He aligns himself up with your center, coating his tip with the wetness from your previous orgasm. He looks into your eyes, silently asking for permission, you smile at him and nod. You’d trust Felix with your life, so, of course, you’d trust him with your body. He places a kiss on your cheek before slowly thrusting into you, giving you time to adjust before picking up the pace. He quickly builds up speed, his hands holding a firm grip on your hips as your bodies move together.

You glance over to your personal vibrator on the nightstand, Felix’s eyes catching what you're looking at. He leans over to grab it, never losing connection with your body. He turns it on and hands it to you, you place it onto your still-sensitive clit as he continues to thrust in and out of you. You moan at the feeling of being stretched out by your boyfriend along with the sensation on your clit. Your pussy starts to clench around his cock without you even realizing it.

You can see the sweat running down Felix’s forehead, he moans to you. “Are you close my love? I don’t think I can last much longer.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you say you breathlessly. “Felix... I want you to cum on my stomach,”

That’s all he needed to hear, he gives you a couple more deep thrusts before pulling out, pumping himself as warm cum covers your lower body. The feeling of his cum hitting your skin is all you need to trigger your second orgasm of the night. You press the vibrator tightly to your swollen clit as you ride out your orgasm, this one more intense than the first. Your mind goes completely blank as you scream out your boyfriend’s name, the room feeling as if it’s spinning. Felix’s hands lovingly rub at your sides to help ground you as he carefully places sweet kisses all along your face.

You both look at each other with post-orgasm bliss.

“I love you Felix,” you say so quietly, only he could ever hear it.

“I love you too Y/N,” an angelic smile appearing on his face. He pulls away from you to grab a tissue, wiping most of the cum off your stomach before he leads you to the bathroom. He starts the shower for you, climbing in with you to help wash off the mess he’s made on you. He grabs the washcloth and carefully wipes your body down, being mindful of how sensitive you must be.

The two of you step out of the shower, deciding to brush your teeth and head to bed. After the both of you are settled in bed he reaches over and pulls you close.

“Hey Y/N, you know I love you a lot, right?”

Every time he says that it gives you butterflies. “I know Felix, you know I love you a lot too, right?”

He hums happily, burying his face into your hair. The two of you feel exhaustion quickly taking over your bodies, it’s not long before you hear quiet snores leave his mouth. You smile, you’re so in love with this man, nothing could be better than falling asleep in his arms.

While you may not have talked about it that night, you both knew you’d definitely be using your new toy again.

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darkkwater · 2 years

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°-> date night (Bang Chan)

genre -> hard dom!sadist!Chan x sub!masochist!reader

description -> you’re giving a bit too much attitude on date night.

warnings -> knife play. impact play. sadism. masochism. degradation. honorifics. “sir” name calling. “slut” “whore” “bitch”

word count -> 1.9K

you slam the car door shut and cross your arms over your chest.

“hey. drop the attitude, you aren’t going to cause a scene in public.” Chan scolds you from the other side of the car.

you huff, “maybe i wouldn’t be causing a scene if someone wasn’t being an asshole on the entire ride here.”

“oh is that how we’re playing tonight,” he questioned, “i can show you being an asshole darling, but don’t blame me when you get what you’ve earned.”

you stand with your mouth wide open as he walks inside, leaving you to trail behind him. you run as fast as you can in heels to tag along with him and stop him at the door, “and what is it i’ve earned, your royal bitchiness?”

his tongue traces over his teeth and he leans in closer to your ear, “keep going and you’ll find out sooner rather than later,” and then he straightens back up and walks around you, inside the restaurant.

you wear your most pissed expression and you swing the door open and walk inside to the table you had reserved for the night.

you sit down at the booth next to Chan and cross your legs over each other. the dress is too skin tight and is ungodly uncomfortable, but you manage for the sake of style.

Chan slides his hand over onto yours and asks, “have we calmed down a bit?”

to which you respond, “has hell frozen over or are you just that dense?”

“don’t say i didn’t give you a chance,” he says as the waiter walks up.

“hello, what can i get started for you two today?” the man asks.

you feel a presence run up your thigh and brush over your underwear. “i’ll have a water.” you reply, slightly fumbling over your words.

the waiter nods, “and for you sir?”

“i’ll have a water as well,” he looks over at you

“i’ll have that right out,” and the waiter leaves.

“what the fuck was that,” you whisper-yell at your fiancé.

“what you deserve,” he smirks back, “and don’t think this ends there. go to the bathroom, you know what to do.”

you stare at him in shock, “absolutely fucking not, we’re at a restaurant,” you fumble over your excuse.

“and i gave you a chance. bathroom. now.” he demands.

you give him a look of disbelief, “what the fu-“ he cuts you off, “or i can tear them off of you right here. the choice is yours.”

you stomp your way to the restrooms and slam the stall door shut. “unbelievable,” you complain, sliding your underwear off.

you make your way back to the booth and plop down next to chan, placing the wadded up cloth in his palm, “there you fucking go,” you hiss.

“being a brat won’t do you any good. i’d suggest toning it down,” he whispers

“yeah, whatever.”

the water is brought to the table soon after the silence sets in and the waiter starts the next order process, “any spoilers tonight?”

chan looks at you then back at the waiter, “could we have a moment to discuss?”

“of course, take your time,” and he wanders off again.

“we’re getting the caprese salad,” chan tells you.

“i thought you sai-“ your breath hitches and you feel his fingers plunge into you.

your breath is uneven and your knees are shaking by the time the waiter comes back, “appetizers?”

“yes, we’ll have- fuck- the caprese…” you lose your track

“the caprese salad,” chan finishes.

“it will be out soon,” the waiter looks at you oddly.

“what are you doing,” you fume to chan

“what you clearly wanted since we walked in here. you did this to yourself. i told you didn’t i,” he teases in your ear

“don’t act like this…” he thumbs your clit and curves his fingers up, “doesn’t feel absolutely amazing,” he leaves a soft kiss behind your ear.

you shut your eyes, trying to deny the pleasure, but to no avail. the subconscious grinding against his hand is all the confirmation chan needs to continue.

a clank is heard below you and your skin turns pale.

“oops, i’ll have to go get that,” chan casually says, pulling himself under the table.

you cross your legs only for them to be forced apart seconds later. the sudden feeling of Chan’s tongue is sent through your body and then he reappears next to you.

you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together, as much as you hate to admit it, you love the feeling, the rush, you get from things like this.

you fidget with your hands and rum them against your thighs, plotting on how to take this further.

until it hits you. you slowly slide your hand next to you, over the seat, and onto Chan’s thigh. he grabs your wrist, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing,” he hisses.

“payback,” you smirk, tearing your hand out of his grip and rubbing your hand over the crotch of his pants.

it grows noticeably tighter under your touch, “someone’s pent up, huh?”

he smacks your hand and pins it down against the booth seat, “car. now,” he demands.

you smirk and get up, bouncing your way back to the car as chan slams a $100 bill on the table and follows you out of the restaurant.

you get in the car and chan immediately starts driving. no noise, no touches, only the headlights beaming on the road.

the car stops after about 5 minutes of driving on the side of the road.

“what are we doing?” you ask confusedly

he gets out of the car and opens the back door, “get the fuck out of the car and get into the backseat.” he says, not a hint of playfulness in his tone.

you stare at him in fear, you may have gone a bit too far, “NOW.” he yells.

you make your way to the backseat and sit on you knees, waiting for instruction.

“lay down. knees apart,” he demands.

you do as your told, not willing to push him further than you already have.

he climbs on top of you and trances his hand down your dress; you shiver under his touch.

his hand goes into his pocket and comes out brandishing a knife. your eyes widen and you lick your lips in anticipatory fear.

“this,” he opens the blade and sits it at the top of your dress, “is my favorite toy to use on you,” he carefully slides the pointed edge down the center of your clothes, careful to cut only the dress away.

he pushes back the now separated fabric and lightly traces the point of the knife down your stomach, “let’s play a game,” Chan suggests.

you lightly nod as he continues, “the louder you get, the harder i press.”

your eyes widen as he inserts 2 fingers into you and relentlessly thrusts them in and out.

with one hand in you and the other holding a blade to your thigh, he lowers his head down and licks a strip from the base of his fingers up to your clit. a gasp forced its way out of your mouth, making chan press the blade down slightly. you tense up but relax into the pressure of the knife releasing.

he continues this cycle, making you release soft sounds, pressing just enough to not break skin, and then taking away the pressure.

at some point, after doing this for enough time to bore him, he throws the knife to the side and gets rid of his own clothing.

he sticks his legs out and pressed himself up, “i think it’s about my turn isn’t it, slut,” you gulp and nod, crawling in between his legs.

you pull his length out of his boxers and he hissed at the air making contact with him. you look up at him through the top of your eyes as your tongue meets the base of his cock. you lick a clean strip up to his top and then take as much as you possibly can without gagging.

“is that really the best you can do,” he remarks.

you nod, continuing your work. “then i guess i’ll just have to help you hm,” he says bluntly as he takes a hand full of hair in each fist and pushed your head down.

tears well in your eyes and you gag at the foreign feeling in the back of your throat before he pulls you back up. he gives an annoyed smile before breathing out and sending your head back down. but this time he does it repeatedly, not stopping until a salty liquid is shot down your throat and tears are streaming down your face.

“atta girl,” he says, pushing himself into his knees.

“now,” he strokes himself again, “face down, ass up,” he orders.

you follow suit and hide your face on the carpeted area of the backseat. his cock presses against you and you sit in silence until he, without warning, slams into you.

you let out a scream, giving him the gratification he needed to pull out almost entirely and slam back in, “for someone who didn’t want this an hour ago you sure do sound like you’re enjoying yourself, don’t you,” he snidely remarks

you make a noise of agreement and your head is moved by your throat. Chana’s hand has found it’s way around your neck and he’s repeatedly slamming into you while cutting off your oxygen, “that’s not an answer, bitch,” he sneers.

he pulls out of you and pushes you into your side, then your back.

“i said…” he smacks your cheek, “you sound like you’re enjoying it, don’t you?”

“yes,” you whimper

“yes, what” he slides his hand up to your throat.

“yes, sir,” you cover your face as much as you can with your arms.

“absolutely not,” he pins your arms to either side of your head, “don’t cover your face, i want to see you.”

you nod in defeat as he lines himself back up with you, “such a pretty whore,” he thrusts into you.

“you may put up a fight, but i know what you want,” he continues thrusting as he smacks your face again.

you scream at the mix of pain and pleasure, both things he knows you love, and try to catch your breath, “at the end of the day, im always going to give you what you want. but you always have to be such a-“ he pulls out entirely “bitch,” he finishes his sentence

you whine at the loss of contact.

“what’s wrong? missing something,” he teases.

you nod furiously until he speaks again, “the. you should have no problem telling me what that is, and begging for what you want while you’re at it.”

you look down and hit your lip, “eyes on me, slut,” you look up at him

“i want you. please, sir. i need all of you,” he smirks and pounds back into you, “all you had to say princess.”

you lose yourself in the pain and the pleasure he gives you so willingly.

you reach your high just as he does and he shoves his head into your neck, biting at the exposed skin.

you moan, scream, and whine all at once as he finishes inside of you, leaving you a leaking, hot mess.

he pulls out and lays down next to you.

“you did so good,” he praises you

“but if you ever act like that again, you won’t be able to think for yourself for a good week, understand me?”

you nod, “yes sir,” and cuddle into his chest.

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hyuwunjinie · 9 months

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Blood in the Snow (pt.2)

Characters: Hyunjin x afab reader (ft other skz members)

Genre/warnings: Royalty AU, Arranged Marriage to Lovers, Romance, Smut, Angst & Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual pining, Toxic Parents, Misogyny (Period accurate)

Explicit sexual content. This work portrays elements/themes that may be triggering, proceed with caution. Minors DNI.

Word count: 1,479

Summary: You thought you were engaged for eternity, destined to live your princess' dreams in a grand castle. But the moment you close your eyes, all you can see is the blood in the snow.

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“My Ladies ! We have reached our destination.”

Your semblance of shared peace was disturbed by your handmaid who had knocked gently on the carriage door, and a looming sense of dread filled the pit of your stomach.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” you murmured to your mother’s ear.

“Y/n. I know this is difficult. I’ve been here before and I feel your pain. But this is normal, and all young girls go through this step once in their life. You will be okay, like I have been.” She reassured you at the best of her ability. “Now, now, Let’s meet that Hyunjin boy, alright ?”

You chuckled childishly. It wasn’t often your mother indulged in more familiar language, and it always made you laugh to hear her talk like this, because you knew she did it to calm you. And it worked. Your mother was obviously your parent, but she often felt like a close friend to you and you were glad to have that close bond with her.

“Alright, mother… you have to let me go now, or else my hair will be all messed up !”

She held you closely a few seconds more, before releasing you and kissing both of your cheeks.

“You’re my gorgeous, wonderful and smart daughter. Now, go steal his heart.”

And she left you, leaving the carriage first with the help of the handmaid. Suddenly very aware of your appearance, you made sure any wrinkles of your dress was flattened, and that your makeup didn’t run around your eyes. Counting to three in your head, you opened the door, and was met with the biting cold of the wind as your handmaid helped you get down the steps. A distinctive crunchy sound startled you. It was the first time you stepped in snow. The white mantle was only a few centimeters tall over the ground, but you found the noise extremely satisfying. You decided you liked winter in the North.

Shielding you from the wind, your maids escorted you towards the front door. The Hwang manor was tall and imposing. Dark marble pillars and grand windows, the estate was bigger than what you could ever imagine. It must be at least three times the size of your parents’, you thought. Around you and as far as you could see, the landscape was covered in white. You barely had time to take in the sights, though, as the cold reminded you, and you made a beeline for the small salon dedicated to greet the guests.

“This is such a delight to finally meet you, Lord and Lady y/f/n.” A stranger’s voice resonated behind you.

You turned around, to see your parents making a curtsy before who you guessed were the two estate owners, Lord and Lady Hwang. A small push on your back from your handmaid prompted you forward, and you joined your parents in their curtsy.

“And if this isn’t Lady y/n ! This is an honor to receive you all under our roof, please, be at home here.”

“The honor is ours, My Lords.” your parents said simultaneously.

You waited until your parents got up before following them, and sported your best polite smile as you took the time to look at your hosts.

Lord Hwang was tall, taller than your father, for sure. He has pinkish cheeks, and a smiling face enticing everyone to listen to his words. His posture seemed relaxed and open. A stark contrast with Lady Hwang, who, you realised, had been staring at you intently ever since you entered the room. Eyeing you from head to toe, she was gauging you.

You felt it difficult to concentrate over your parents and Lord Hwang’s words with her gaze locked into yours. You decided to break eye contact first, disturbed by this display. This seemed to please Lady Hwang, as you could see a small smile etched on her lips as she greeted your parents herself.

“We hope you’ve had an uneventful journey ? The road can be tricky and troublesome.” She spoke in a calm and collected manner, joining her hands on her front.

“We did, my Lady. Your estate is a sight to behold with all this snow !” Your mother answered, cheerful.

“You must be exhausted, let’s discuss business after dinner, shall we ?” Lord Hwang suggested while the handmaids and butlers were busy bringing all the pieces of luggage to your family’s quarters. “Miss Ahri, could you bring Lady y/n to the library ?” He continued. “There’s someone she’s ought to see.”

The pit of dread at the bottom of your stomach reignited, and you could feel the stress and adrenaline coursing through your whole body. Finally. You have been waiting for this moment ever since you were born. Seventeen years of waiting. Seventeen years of letters for this instant.

You followed Ahri -headmistress of the estate, you learned from your mother’s lessons- through another corridor, passing by several halls and rooms that were unknown to you. The tapestries were refined with rich colors and details, and the whole mansion was lit with gorgeous candlelights.

“You needn’t worry, my Lady. Young Lord Hyunjin is a kind soul, albeit a little timid. I’m sure he will like you.” Ahri spoke in a shy voice, eyes still facing forward.

“... Thank you, Ahri. That’s nice to hear. I hope you and I will form a close partnership.” You said in a formal voice. She chuckled lightly.

“I’m sure we will, my Lady. But if the advice of a headmistress is of any value to you, you should focus on yourself, today.” She added, a glint of amusement in her eyes.

Ahri was a gorgeous woman in her thirties. Her hair was tied up in an intricate bun and she sported a fine handmaid dress, made from good and rich fabric. The small marks of age added a certain charm to her demeanor and you felt completely at ease in her presence.

You barely noticed that you had already stopped walking and reached your destination. Standing in front of the double door. You took a deep breath, trying to ease your nerves. Ahri looked at you, waiting for your call, and when you felt finally ready, you nodded, signaling her that she could proceed.

She knocked lightly on the door, and a stuffed voice answered positively from behind the door. Turning the handle, you almost forgot the release your breath and you took in the sight of the library as Ahri opened the door for you, holding it patiently.

One, two steps inside, and you were in awe in front of the marvel of knowledge resting in front of you. Meters of shelves going up, covering two floors completely, and a wonderfully tall window that brought in enough light to illuminate the whole room. Various plants and trinkets adorned the tables buried under piles and stacks of tomes.

It didn’t took you long to notice the figure standing on the right, basking under the golden light of the sun, sitting on what seemed an especially comfortable couch. His long, black hair made a nice contrast with the white shirt he was wearing. Hyunjin was reading, and it took everything in you to not speak up.

“Yes ?” He questionned lazily.

Ahri cleared her throat, and Hyunjin was probably expecting anyone else but you considering the surprised face he made when he turned his head around. dark almond eyes and slightly parted full lips looked at you in disbelief, if only for a second before he stood up, making his book fall on the ground, and made a curtsy to salute you.

“L- Lady y/n ! It- It’s- a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Oh, and he was blushing now, probably embarrassed by his previous display. You were no better, though. You had since then put your hands in your back to stop fidgeting incessantly, and this dress was becoming way too stifling.

“That pleasure is shared, Lord Hyunjin.” You made a curtsy as well, your doe eyes looking up to him slightly.

Picking up his book and holding it close, he approached you closer, taking in the sight of you.

“It’s nice to finally be able to see you, not just, the idea of you. I hope you’ve enjoyed my letters, all this time.” He murmured.

“I did, Hyun- I can call you Hyunjin, right ?”

“Of course you can… y/n.”

“To answer you, I did enjoy them. I hope you’ve been enjoying mine. And that the dried flowers weren’t a bother.” You chuckled, kinda embarrassed to have that conversation in front of Ahri whom you just met.

Hyunjin didn’t answer directly. Instead, he took his book and showed you the title. Languages of Flowers of the garden. He opened it, and you gasped silently at the sight in front of you. Used as a bookmark, was a dried sunflower.

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myjisung · 2 years

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ᝰ unexplored territory ( BC )

pairing. bang chan x gn!reader

content. established relationship, inexperienced reader, lots of kissing, chan comforting reader, no smut — suggestive fluff.

warning. making out, suggestive themes

wordcount. 1k

summary. after a date at chan's appartment, loving kisses escalate into something a lot more heated. your lack of experience stresses you out so much that you end up freezing into place the moment chan asks whether you want him to take you to his room. "babe, what's wrong?" he asks you. this was absolutely not where you expected your night to head.

A sound left your half opened mouth as your back gently hit the wall. Upon hearing it, Chan apologized against your lips, his hands finding home around your waist. Softly, with the pads of his thumbs, he rubbed small circles against the fabric of your shirt; as if he tried to keep apologizing for pinning you against the wall a little more harshly than he meant to. Even if he wanted to, he could not go on a rant about how sorry he was anyway, his mouth too occupied with kissing yours senseless.

It was another typical date. Chan had invited you for dinner at his place. He had tried to cook, ruined it, you tried to help, made it worse and ended up ordering take out. Though embarrassed, Chan could not help but giggle about how there was no way he could have started out a date worse than he did but you reassured him. At least, the food he got you both was tasty and you had made a memory you would be able to look back on fondly.

One thing led to another, you talked each other's ears off for what felt like hours and as you were about to leave he kissed you on the lips. Chills ran up and down your spine; you wanted a little more than this. So, you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss while you felt bold enough. Chan happily let you do so, following your every movement as you sighed into his mouth.

That made his head spin. You were so beautiful, so good to him and he barely knew what to do with all of this. Despite his numerous attempts to stay grounded, Chan got overwhelmed; which is where he bumped you against the wall. He took the chance your slightly opened mouth gave him to slip his tongue in; kissing you silly until you were almost out of breath. There was an impatience to his moves, as if he had waited for things to escalate this way for a while now. When you pulled at his shirt, he rested his forehead against yours, giving you a little time to catch your breath and calm your racing heart down.

"Shall we take this to the bedroom?" He breathed out.

You froze. Despite how many dates you had gone on and accepting to be his girlfriend a while back, you never told Chan about your lack of experience. You had making out down, thanks to the hours of practise you got with your previous potential partners but any more than that was unexplored territory and that scared you a great deal.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Chan asked.

In a matter of seconds, he had picked up on your changed demeanor; which was quite sweet but made you a little nervous. Were you really about to tell him that? Were you truly a few seconds away from revealing your lack of experience in the bedroom?

"Nothing it's just," you started "I don't really- I haven't- You know... I've never, well... done anything like this before and..." you trailed off, taking fistfuls of his black shirt.

"Alright, do you want to stop? We don't have to do anything if you don't want to."

"No! No, that's not it. I really- I would love to explore this with you I just- I don't know what I'm doing." you explained as you searched for his eyes, for anything that could keep you anchored really.

He detached his forehead from yours so you could look directly at him, and upon revealing his face, chan threw you a gentle smile. The man before you radiated warmth as he placed the palm of his hand on your cheek.

"That's fine. You don't have to worry about any of this." he explained.

"But what if you don't like it? I don't know what feels good. I'm not even sure how this is all supposed to pan out and-" Chan cut you off, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

You looked at him, dumbfounded. Not only were you beyond nervous but now he kissed you out of the blue too? Something, probably the look on your face, made him giggle a little bit and you relaxed upon hearing the familiar sound of his laugh.

"As i said, that's fine. You don't have to know everything anyway. This is supposed to be fun for you too after all, not just me. And if you don't feel like jumping in the pool yet we can just dip our toes in it, you know?"

He was right. You put yourself under so much pressure that you had forgotten about the main purpose of all of this. It was supposed to be fun for you too. Though a little unclear, the metaphor did not fly right over your head. In fact, you knew exactly what he meant and that reassured you a lot.

"I think I'd prefer to dip my toes in the water tonight." you replied, "If that's okay with you."

Chan smiled, nodding slowly as he carressed your cheek with his thumb.

"It's more than okay. I would love that actually."

You finally smiled back at him, tightening the hold you had around his neck to dip him into another kiss. Chan hummed against your lips as he kissed back, tilting his head just right in an invitation to let you take the lead which you accepted.

Chan could not help but smile against your lips, loving the way you touched him with such care, as if he would break under your fingertips. There was an incomparable gentleness to your every move, something Chan caught himself falling in love with over and over again.

A bite to your lower lip had you utter a sound you never thought yourself capable of making. You would have felt embarrassed but you knew the man in front of you would not mention it.

For the second time that night, Chan broke apart from you to catch his breath, something you were beyond thankful for. You took this time to search for his eyes again. As you gazed directly at each other, chan smiled.

"Shall we take this to the bedroom?" he asked again.

"Gladly."

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sevenseasofbangtan · 11 months

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INSECURITY DRABBLE

Member: Bang Chan (Stray Kids)

Insecurity: Acne scars

Warning(s): None except the mention of insecurities

Genre(s): Mostly fluff, slight angst

You were intensely staring at your reflection in the mirror, meticulously adding yet another layer of concealer on every single scar you could see, but were still not satisfied with the results.

A soft knock on the bathroom door brought you out of your thoughts. You heard your boyfriend speak, “Are you almost done in here? We really need to go, or else we’ll be late!” Chan had been invited to a dinner organized by the company to celebrate the boys’ latest album release. The staff knew about your relationship, but had yet to meet you, so your boyfriend thought this would be a perfect occasion to have you meet everyone he works with.

And it was. Except for the fact that you felt an immense amount of pressure on your shoulders. It was a formal dinner and it would be everyone’s first impression of you. No matter how many times Chan reassured you it would be fine, you couldn’t help thinking you had to look perfect.

Sighing, you replied, “Y—yeah, just give me five more minutes and I should be ready to go.” “But we don’t have five more minutes, (Y/N). What’s taking you so long?” he insisted. You already felt terrible, and he wasn’t helping. “I’m just making sure my makeup looks perfect!” you explained, trying to sound as cheerful as possible and hoping your boyfriend wouldn’t see through it.

“Come on, I’m sure it looks perfect already! And no one’s gonna care if it isn’t!” he tried to reason. You couldn’t help feeling hurt at his clumsy attempt at reassuring you. He couldn’t possibly understand what you were feeling, seeing as he didn’t have acne scars. You were feeling pressured and finally snapped: “How do you know that? It’s easy for you to say: They’re all people you already know. They won’t judge you. But I’m the new girl. Your girlfriend. Of course they’ll judge me and try to find to find my flaws. And I don’t want to give them any reason to dislike me.”

Opening the door slowly, Chan carefully walked into the bathroom and forcefully took the concealer out of your hand, ignoring your protests. “I think you look absolutely flawless and I’m sure they will absolutely adore you, just like I do!” he claimed with a small smile dancing on his lips. “I don’t look flawless at all! Look at all those scars!” you exclaimed, feeling exasperated. Shaking his head, Chan mentioned, “You’re the only one who sees them because you know they’re there. I promise you no one else notices it. We’ll be in a restaurant, and the lighting will probably be dim anyways.”

“How are you so sure no one notices them? You’re biased because you love me, so you choose not to see them. But your coworkers probably will see them. It might not be a big deal to you because you don’t know what it’s like to have skin that looks any less than perfect, but I guarantee you, it IS a big deal to me” you argued back.

Stepping closer towards you, Chan takes ahold of your face between both of his hands and forces you to look at him as he speaks, “There is no such thing as perfect skin! Everyone has something that makes them unique, but not any less beautiful. You always talk about Felix’s freckles and how they complement his face so perfectly, but isn’t that some form of imperfection too?” “But freckles are pretty, while acne scars just look ugly,” you whined.

“To you. They are ugly to you. That doesn’t mean other people don’t like them or don’t think they complement your face just as well as freckles would. I know it’s hard, but don’t be so harsh on yourself. You’re absolutely beautiful and if anyone fails to see that, it’s their problem, not yours. And not only are you beautiful physically, you also have an amazing personality that would make anyone overlook your appearance anyways. You don’t need to worry about this dinner, my coworkers will love you regardless of your acne scars, I promise. Please just trust me on this, even if your mind is telling you otherwise,” Chan pleaded.

After a few seconds of hesitation, you gently nodded. Smiling brightly, Chan added, “And if anyone dares say something bad about you, rest assured that I won’t stay silent! I’m always on your side.” He softly kissed your cheek and continued, “You’re beautiful, and as much as I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, I know things don’t work that way, but please, at least try to ignore your thoughts and believe me instead. I promise everything will be okay. I’ve got you.”

Feeling slightly better you leaned forward and hugged your boyfriend, thanking him for taking the time to ease your worries, despite being in a hurry. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll always be more important than any event I have to attend. I love you (Y/N),” Chan affirmed. It wasn’t the first time you heard him say those three words, yet it never failed to make your heart flutter and your cheeks heat up. “I love you too. A lot,” you replied, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flustered you truly were.

He may not have made your worries magically disappear, but his words definitely gave you a surge of confidence, which you so desperately needed. Chan proved you yet again that he will always find the right words to say given any situation. And maybe that made you fall for him a little more than you already had.

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