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chiiyuuvv · 5 months

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• PAIRING — bestfriend!xikers x gn reader (i think)

• GENRE — "imagine if we were dating" prompt, shy, fluff, angst in minjaes, screaming at hunters, yeah

• WORD COUNT — 880

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — i got this idea when i was reading some skz texts. Basically, you were saying "what if we were dating" but you already dating- wait lemme just

• TAGLIST — @lil-elle @hyunukitty

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MINJAE ☆

Doesnt find your joke funny

Theres a very clear line of best friends and lovers and besides, theres no possible way you could like him back

Zoning out a lot, trying to understand his feelings more when he just blurts out what was on his mind. Because you guys are close, he could tell you anything, right?

“No, no its fine. I know you obviously dont like me and it’s okay, i just wanted to get it off my chest. Im sorry i made you uncomfortable.”

He was already on the verge of tears, but when you tell him you love him, more than just friends, he just bursts out crying ♡

JUNMIN ☆

Just goes along with it

Holds your hand, puts his arm around your shoulder. Refuses to call you by your name but babe

Likes that your getting flustered because hes screaming on the inside

Gets so into his role that he leans into you, your noses touching and hes about to kiss you. Until wait a minute and just pulls back with a sheepish smile

Daydreams for the rest of the day about the almost kiss. And when he drops you to your house, he finally does it ♡

SUMIN

Freezes; were you reading his thoughts? Were you able to somehow see his dreams? H-how did you know??

He tries to play it cool even though his face is burning red. "Y-yeah.. that'll be crazy right?! Haha.." he clears his throat

But to his dismay, you already knew about the massive crush he had on you, as he was very obvious

So you use that to your advantage, scooting extra close to him, your hands shadowing over his small ones

"I like you too, stupid." You would laugh, placing a soft kiss on his cheek as his face gets even redder ♡

JINSIK ☆

"Yeah, imagine if we were dating." He would take it as a joke, lying down and fantasizing about your lifes as a couple

"I would take you to this hot air balloon festival, since i know you've always wanted to go."

Has this smile on his face until he stops; were you actually serious?

You had to be joking, there was no way this was directed to him, right?

Almost stops breathing and his mouth is dropped open when you kiss his cheek. "I like you, jinsik." ♡

HYUNWOO ☆

Your question honestly made him sad

Because wdym “what if you were dating?” no, he didnt want to pretend. He wanted to live his dreams, he wanted to be with you

So he gets a little quiet, looking down as hes lost in his thoughts, a little teary eyed

Snaps out of it when you call his name, and would say he’s okay even though you know he’s lying

So with all courage, you confess to him. And when you’re done, he’d pour his heart out to you ♡

JUNGHOON ☆

He’s completely taken aback, the silence making you feel a little uneasy

“B-but i mean.” wouldnt even let you talk without pressing his lips against yours, his face completely red but he doesnt care

Would kiss you again if you tried to talk, getting to the point where hes just peppering your face with kisses

Would have the whole rant about how much he loves you

Then it would be your turn to cut him off with a kiss ♡

SEEUN ☆

Also freezes; the first time hes speechless

Theres a long awkward silence, your faces red and seeun twiddling with his thumbs

"I mean I- well we- or m-maybe-" struggles to find words

"We can definitely start it slow.. i-i mean, it you wanna, i can understand if you dont b-but you decide haha!!!"

After you agree that you wanna take it slow, he would have this shy smile on his face, holding both of your hands, looking down the entire time ♡

YUJUN ☆

Would have the cutest smile on his face

“Dating??” the giggles he would let out, gosh

Like jinsik, he would fantasize about how everything would go, his ears red

But that turns into convincing you to go on a date with him. He’d treat you so well, buying anything you want

“I mean.. I wouldnt mind. I already love you and i know you do too, so why not we just make it offical?” ♡

HUNTER ☆

"If we were dating?" He would stop as you were walking through the park

Has this cheeky smile on his face. "I think i would do this."

Grabs both of your hands with a warm smile, checking to see if you were comfortable before tucking some hair behind your ears, his eyes filled with love

"You're so pretty." He would mumble as he picks a flower out of a bush next to you

Lifts up your chin and slowly connects your lips, moving in a slow but meaningful pace ♡

YECHAN ☆

The boy would not stop giggling

"I-if we were dating?" He would burst out laughing, making you think he's making fun of the question

Would stop laughing when he notices your frown

"I-I mean.. if we were dating, it would be so nice and we would wake up together and text pick-up lines and-" his face was bright pink as he was rambling

Stops when he notices, "i-i'd think i like it.." ♡

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jellijin · 1 month

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love and strawberries .ᐟ

୨ৎ in which you and yujun go on your weekly friend date ! and end up as a little more than friends ... ୨ৎ bestfriend!yujun x fem reader ୨ৎ warnings : a bit of crying, food mentions ୨ৎ wc : 512 ୨ৎ rora's notes : friends to lovers my fav trope hehe ^-^ this was fun to write + this is HEAVILY inspired by this post, go show it some love!! ୨ৎ

10 minutes, you thought to yourself. 10 minutes until yujun comes to pick you up and you're still standing in front of your closet, as if waiting for it to pick an outfit for you.

you and yujun have been going on friendly dates every week for almost a year now, why does this time feel... different? anxiety begins to form in your chest as you rush to get dressed, having to look your best for him. wait, what? since when do you care about how you look, especially around yujun, the guy who makes you feel the most comfortable? you wonder what might've changed, when suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door.

he's here.

you sprint to the door, opening it to see the boy holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, with rosy cheeks and his signature shy smile. "hi..! are those for me?" you mutter, an equally embarrassed smile on your face. "yeah.. thought you might like them, you know!" his grip on the bouquet grows stronger as the both of you begin walking towards your usual spot, the park where you met for the first time.

you remember it like it was yesterday. how you sat there, crying your eyes out behind a tree after your ex partner dumped you, how yujun rushed to you, offering to buy you ice cream to cheer you up, and how your heart fluttered when he spoke. his voice sounded like one an angel would have, and his face was just as ethereal. you still blush when you think of this day.

yujun lays the picnic blanket on the ground, making sure all the food he prepared was in place before taking a seat next to you. as usual, the two of you began eating and chatting, about everything that happened in your lives from the last time you hung out. you grab a strawberry and eat it, as you feel his hand next to your mouth, wiping away the sweet excess liquid and placing it in his mouth.

you freeze. the thought of an indirect kiss with him makes your cheeks heat up, just as much as your heart. your shy gaze meets his, and you feel as if you could drown in his eyes. their brown color, and the soft gaze of his that makes you feel oh so comforted, so safe. he really is beautiful, you think.

"y/n..?" he breaks the silence, his lips curling up into a small grin. gosh, i wanna kiss you so bad, you think. out loud, unfortunately.

with a gasp, your lips intertwine. his lips are just as soft as you imagined, with a slight taste of vanilla to them. your hands wander around his body, eventually resting on his shoulders, as his hands hold onto your waist. the moment goes on for what feels like hours, until he breaks the kiss, gasping for air. "does that mean you feel the same or..?" you question, cheeks all flushed and a lovesick gaze in your eyes.

"what do you think?"

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bro-atz · 7 months

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rooftop philosophy

in which: all hunter wants is a place to eat his lunch peacefully, but you disrupt the peace

pair: hunter/gn!reader

word count: 2k

content: fluff, a lot of unpopular opinions, slight heartbreak, kissing, teasing, and a box of chocolates?

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Hunter never thought that he’d have to share his safe place. He discovered that the roof was always unlocked one day by accident because he ran to the top of the stairs and tripped, his hand pushing the door open. He was running away from club recruiters that day. The school’s club fest was going on, and each booth tried to grab him before the other one could, hence the running away. Hunter was popular, and he knew that and he didn’t hate it, but he wasn’t a huge fan of all of the attention either. He needed a place he could go to and decompress in the middle of the school day.

So, when you showed up, he was flabbergasted. He was pretty careful about coming to the roof. All of his friends knew that he would go some place else to have lunch— they assumed with his significant other or something— and they all respected his privacy. You, on the other hand, were not close with Hunter in the slightest. You noticed every day around lunch time that he would sneak off somewhere, and one day, you decided to follow him all the way up to the roof.

The boy reluctantly shared his space with you because he was nice but also because he was scared that you were going to tell someone about the fact that the doors to the roof were unlocked and then the school would lock the doors and he’d have to find a new place. You, however, did not know this fear. You just wanted to enjoy the air outside, and the only times to do that were either during gym class or lunch.

You weren’t one to talk much in class, but you loved talking to your friends. You didn’t know if you could consider Hunter your friend on that kind of level, but talking to him was easy because he would just sit and eat his lunch in peace and occasionally agree with you while you talked about all the things in the world that concerned you, most of them being unpopular opinions.

“I still don’t get why people say money can’t buy happiness,” you started one day. “Money can totally buy happiness. My neighbors were really upset with their grandma died, and two weeks later, they were happy because they bought a dog. A dog. That’s literally buying happiness.”

Hunter nodded slightly in agreement, but you didn’t notice.

“I can’t make myself happy without spending money nowadays. No one can. If you want cheer up by eating chocolate or something, you have to buy it, right? That’s buying happiness. Little kids always want stuffed animals or toys, and when they’re sad, parents usually buy something to make them happy. That’s also buying happiness! Whoever said money can’t buy happiness is stupid.”

You continued talking while Hunter cleaned up the wrappers around him— he was pretty much done eating.

“The quote came from 1750 or something, so it makes sense for then, but now? Money is happiness. Material wealth is tied to happiness, and you can quote me on that.”

The bell rang. The unspoken agreement between the two of you was that you would head back to the classroom first, then him a couple minutes later. It’s not that he didn’t want to be caught with you, but he didn’t want his hiding spot being found, and if people thought you two were together, then it meant risking the discovering of his spot.

“Fairy tales are horrible if you really think about it. They tell you that there’s always a good person and an evil person and that you’re either one or the other. Fables are where it’s at. Those have lessons and morals, and more humanizing. Give me a lesson over a conquest any day.”

“Christmas is not the best holiday. Halloween is. We should be celebrating Halloween and having that day off to work on our costumes and enjoy the weather before it gets freezing cold outside.”

“Trying to put sweet and salty things in the same snack is gross and doesn’t work. They should come together but be packed separately so we can balance the flavors the way we want to.”

You would come upstairs with a new opinion everyday, and Hunter would listen to your opinions everyday.

As the school year progressed, there was one boy in Hunter’s friend group that caught your attention: Junghoon. Every time you saw him, your heart would flutter. He was always smiling and always laughing, and you knew that you didn’t stand a chance with him because of how immensely popular he was with the rest of the student body. Until…

“Forgetting to hit send on a message really does happen! Why do people automatically assume that it’s a white lie?! I literally forgot to hit submit on my homework last night, and now I have detention. I swear, I did the work…”

The bell rang. Hunter got up, and you left first. Same as usual. When you stayed back in school that day to serve your detention, you ended up getting to spend it with Junghoon, who was also in detention for the same reason as you.

“I do this all the time,” Junghoon sighed as he admitted to you. “I just suck at responding and pressing buttons. I’ll have something I want to ask someone and have it all typed out, but when they don’t respond, I get upset, and then check my messages to see that I never sent the damn thing. So annoying.”

“Haha, tell me about it,” you said as you stared dreamily at him. That was also the shortest sentence you said that day.

It made you so happy that your opinion was actually a fact that was proven by Junghoon, but it also made you happy that you got to spend time with him.

You never stopped thinking about Junghoon after that day. You fell for him. Hard. You were planning on confessing to him for Valentine’s Day because, as far as you could tell, he was single, no one else was in pursuit of him, and there was no harm in trying.

What a lie. There was totally harm in trying. You got him a cute little box of chocolates and waited for him before school in front of the gates. You were going to pull him aside and hand him the box of chocolates then confess, but before you could even do that, you saw Junghoon walk towards the gate hand in hand with another student in your class. You wanted to lie to yourself again and say that they were just friends, but then when you saw them hug and kiss, your world came crashing down. You quickly shuffled your way back to the school building, shoved the chocolates back into your bag, and sat at your desk.

Your eyes were misty for the first half of the day, but as the day progressed, your sadness morphed into humor as a defense mechanism then into cynicism. By the time you got to lunch, you justified to yourself why someone like Junghoon was totally out of your reach.

“Here’s the thing, Hunter,” you started with your lecture the second the rooftop door closed behind you. “Things are beautiful. People are beautiful. The world is beautiful. But! Not everything is beautiful. Not everyone is beautiful. The entire world is not beautiful.”

You plopped down on the ground next to him. He continued eating, you continued talking— lunch as per usual.

“I wonder what it must be like to be beautiful. I imagine those people are always, “oh my God, being beautiful is so hard! My life is so tragic!” and then they’re just sweating sparkles and gold and you’re annoyed with them because living a beautiful life is nothing. Nothing! They don’t have to work for anything! Things just fall into their hands.”

Hunter raised an eyebrow because this was a different rant for once.

“I will never know that feeling because I’m not beautiful,” you explained. “People are attracted to and love beautiful things… And I am not one of them.”

“Y/N, shut up,” Hunter said— he had never, ever said anything during your rants or lectures, but this time was different because the rant was different.

“What? It is true. Beautiful things, beautiful people— no one can resist them. Meanwhile, me? I’m not someone’s first choice, and I’m not really a choice anyone considers because I’m not beautiful or even pretty. I’m just… Okay. I’m mid. I’m aight. Not attractive, just aight.”

“Stop it, Y/N.”

“What’s your deal? Since when do you care about what I talk about? You usually just ignore me, anyway.”

“No, I don’t.”

“See? You don’t care—”

“I do care, Y/N,” Hunter interrupted. “And I don’t ignore you. I always listen to everything you say and stay quiet because I usually agree, but right now? Right now, you’re so wrong.”

“Huh? Wrong about what? Liking beautiful things? Do you not like beautiful things?”

“I do, but that’s not what I’m taking about. You’re not just okay, you’re not mid… I’d say you’re aight, but you’re beautiful, too.”

You stared at Hunter for a solid minute before bursting out laughing. He had such a serious look on his face, and he made the funniest joke with that straight face of his. “That’s a funny joke, Hunter. You should be a comedian,” you said while wiping tears from your eyes.

Hunter’s face didn’t even flinch, causing you to laugh all over again. His stone face was incredible. You continued to laugh, but he still didn’t laugh; he didn’t even smile because he wasn’t joking.

“Hunter, you don’t have to lie to make me laugh and feel better, but thanks for that. I needed it.”

“I wasn’t lying.”

“Wait, but wasn’t the joke the fact that it’s a lie? See, wait. Let me look it up…” You took your phone out and typed quickly pulling up the definition of the word. “Okay, it says here that beautiful means “pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically, and of a very high standard,” and that definition is definitely not—”

Hunter couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed your wrist and moved your phone away from your face before pressing his lips firmly against yours. Your eyes went wide, only for you to squeeze your eyes shut when you felt Hunter’s other hand move to the back of your head and hold you gently, his lips leaving an additional kiss, then two, then more until your phone slipped out of your hand. You were completely flabbergasted when he finally stopped and moved back, your eyes staring into his.

“W-wh-what…?” For once, you had no words.

“Now you listen, and let me talk,” he said gently. “Originally, I let you come up here because I didn’t want to lose the access to the roof. I was slightly annoyed at first because I wanted to eat my lunch in peace, but every day, you come up here with something new to talk about, and I’m always intrigued and entertained.”

“I had no—”

“Shut up, I’m not done,” Hunter held a finger to your lips. “I like your company, Y/N, and I like you, so it kills me to hear you say those kinds of things about yourself. So, stop it.”

You stared at Hunter, eyes wide, jaw dropped.

“I always care about everything you say and think and do, Y/N. If I didn’t, I would have made you stop talking like I did today.”

Hunter let go of your hand and moved away from you while you were still shellshocked. Your mind was blank for once, until a tiny intrusive thought entered your head.

“I have a question,” you told him.

“What is it?”

“So, if I say things you don’t agree with, will you make me stop talking?”

“Yes.”

“Would you make me stop talking the way you did just now?”

Hunter took a second to process the question before going hot red in the face. He let out a couple of empty noises before looking away from you, steam literally rising from the top of his head because of how embarrassed he was. You had to stifle a laugh as you watched him react to your genuine inquiry.

“Love isn’t a choice,” you teased him. “You only like me because you spend so much time with me.”

“Y/N—”

“You just don’t want to be alone on Valentine’s Day.”

“I swear to God—”

“You just want me to give you a box—”

Just as he said, Hunter shut you up, and he shut you up by kissing you again. You couldn’t help but giggle as his soft lips encompassed yours and his fingers tickled your neck and cheek. You kissed him back, suppressing the urge to smile in between each one. It was only when the bell rang that the two of you separated, a slow exhale leaving your lips as he moved away. A small smile settled on your face as Hunter looked away shyly, his face a light shade of pink. You stood up and helped him clean up before heading to the rooftop doors.

“I’ll head down first,” you told him.

Just as you took one step down, you felt him grab your wrist. You turned to look at him, his face still pink, and his eyes barely able to maintain contact with yours.

“Yeah?”

“Um… You said something about a box…”

“What, you want me to give you a box of chocolates?” you asked with a snicker.

“I wouldn’t be opposed…” he mumbled.

“Okay, I’ll give you the box… Tomorrow.”

You shuffled down the stairs while laughing to yourself, and as you turned to take the second set of stairs down, you looked up to see Hunter with a huge grin on his face. He, like you, couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.

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binnie-bitch · 4 months

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I'm Going Freaky - Xikers Fanfiction

(AO3 Link) Pairing: Choi Sumin/Anonymus Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.8k Tags: Anonymus Sex, Glory Hole, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex Summary: Sumin goes to the rumored Glory Hole at Inkigayo. A/N: I wanted to write some shameless quick smut and friends voted for Sumin, so here we are. While I did write this with idols in mind, like for the ones that Sumin encounters in this fic, I delibrately kept it ambigious so you, dear reader, can imagine whoever you want. Either way, this is all about Sumin getting dick. Please enjoy <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The door creaked as if foreshadowing doom, opening up to a quiet and dark bathroom. Sumin fumbled for the lightswitch to at least feel a little less like he was stepping into a horror movie instead of a porn video. Then again, the only porn he had watched had worse lighting than a Batman movie, and was the reason he stuck to Hentai for his weekly jerk off session.

But jerking off got boring after a while. And that’s why he was here. In this deserted bathroom on the second floor of the Inkigayo building, the rumored place of many hook ups between idols and also one other thing.

Sumin slowly walked over to the last stall, hands squeezing into fists and loosening again to wipe sweat off his palms. He glanced at the mirrors as he passed, the question of why he was here again crossing his mind for a second, but the answer was pretty obvious. Jerking off was boring and Sumin hadn’t had any luck with other people recently. And so what better way to proceed was to go with an anonymous glory hole specifically for idols?

Sumin had heard about the hole before. When they had first debuted and got acquainted with other artists and the inevitable question of relationships came up. For the most part, it was a kind of rumor. A possibility of existing but no one in Sumin’s close proximity had the guts to confirm it.

Or so he thought, because it was Seonghwa who eventually mentioned that he had not only been to the bathroom, but also had been on both sides of the hole. Seonghwa had also immediately turned red and stuttered his way away from this topic, regretting that he ever said anything, but Sumin was solidly curious at that point. It didn’t leave his mind for a good two weeks and after the tenth Hentai manga he read involving a glory hole, he couldn’t take it anymore.

And so here he was, pushing open the door to either the best or worst idea he ever had. He thanked every god willing to listen that no one else was there yet. For once Sumin had changed clothes and wiped off his make-up quicker than his members, and now he had all the time in the world to get comfortable and calm down his nerves.

The door slipped shut behind him and he turned the lock, hands shaking. He wiped his palms on his shirt again, looking around.

His attention instantly zeroed in on the legend itself. The glory hole. Literally a hole, decently sized for any dick to go through and wrapped neatly with tape to cushion the edges. It was kind of underwhelming. Sumin wasn’t sure what he had expected. It was certainly close to whatever pictures he had in his mind, and yet so much more boring.

He used his jacket to kneel on - very reluctant advice from Seonghwa. The bathroom didn’t really smell like other bathrooms, which was nice. Biting citrus hung in the air and somewhere buried underneath was all the bad parts, but Sumin was too nervous to actually care much.

Every little noise had Sumin tense up. He shifted every few seconds, not sure how much time was passing, but he refused to look at his phone. Minjae had said that Sumin had an hour and he was determined to suck at least one dick in that time.

He was going to suck a stranger’s dick. What was he doing?

Sumin shook that thought off by slapping his cheeks. He knew exactly what he was doing, because oral sex was fun and it has been a while. The worse realization was actually that the dicks would not belong to strangers but other idols. No doubt sunbaenims. Sumin didn’t even need to understand math to be sure of that, and that’s all he would know, because it was all anonymous.

Maybe he could recognize them by voice. Maybe-

The front door clicked open. Sumin stiffened, eyes wide open as he stared at the hole. Footsteps grew closer way too quickly and a moment later, something black came into view in the other stall. A leg clad in tight jeans. It moved around a little, the stall door closed, and then the person cleared their throat.

“Ready, baby?” the man asked, voice a low hush.

A shiver chased down Sumin’s spine and he almost forgot he had to answer, but he was still rational enough to give a small noise of approval.

The stranger chuckled. A belt was opened, then a zipper. The man’s jeans dropped along his underwear, revealing the first glimpse of a thick shaft and unruly pubic hair. But there was no time to catch more as a big hand curled around the base of the cock and aimed the head down into the hole.

Sumin reflexively shuffled away as the growing erection slipped past the barrier, but he quickly drew closer again, drinking in the sight. It was kind of weird to just see the cock. As if there was no person attached, like a very realistic dildo built into the wall of the stalls. The shaft was insanely hot between Sumin’s fingers and while not very long, it had a good girth, with two prominent veins snaking underneath the skin.

Sumin dipped out his tongue and into the slit, shuddering with the overwhelming taste of salt. It was just skin, pre-cum not yet dripping, but Sumin was also hit with musk and sweat, seeping into his senses until he completely forgot his fried nerves.

With nowhere to look but the white wall, Sumin closed his eyes and resorted to imagining who could be on the other side. With every inch stretching his lips and dragging over his tongue another famous idol’s face flashed through his mind. He was sure that he had heard the voice before, but he seemed to have forgotten everything but the handsome faces of all the men Sumin looked up to.

Right before his lips met the taped edge, Sumin pulled back again. He pressed his palms on the wall for some support and sucked around the tip, tongue swirling right under the head. The stranger groaned and his cock twitched.

Sumin’s own dick strained against his pants already and he definitely would have been embarrassed how quick that was, but his mind was solely fixated on the weight on his tongue and trying to keep breathing through his nose. He did openly moan as he descended back down the cock, sucking until his cheeks hollowed out.

Another groan filled the room, followed by a fist banging on the wall. Sumin twitched in surprise and almost bit down, but stopped himself last second and pulled off the dick instead. The shaft glistened with a layer of spit and Sumin opted to curl his hand back around, jerking the cock with quick twists of his wrist and squeezing fingers.

“Is it good?” Sumin asked carefully.

“Yes, baby. So fucking good.”

Sumin smiled, cheeks warm.

He kept up his slow back and forth for a good minute or so, using his tongue when only the tip stretched his lips. The man on the other side didn’t complain once, only giving small noises every now and then. At one point he jerked his hips, but Sumin took the thrust like a pro, even deliberately moaning to get the stranger to do it again.

As the man repeated the motion over and over, Sumin fell into the same rhythm. He met the cock midway each thrust and they easily both picked up pace until the man was basically fucking the hole along with Sumin’s mouth. The stalls rattled and when Sumin opened his eyes he caught sight of fingers gripping the top of the wall separating them.

Soon, the thrusts stuttered, losing in strength. Sumin sucked and sucked, pre-cum staining his tongue each time the cock pulled back. At some point the man stopped, groaning so deep that it shook Sumin to the bones. A moment later, cum flooded his mouth and he just kept sucking, milking and swallowing every last drop.

The cock slipped from his lips with a wet pop and a thin string of drool connected them, stretching until it snapped. Sumin took a deep breath, blinking through the haze. His own erection throbbed and he had to actually dig the heel of his hand into his crotch, easing the tension at least a little.

“Thanks, baby,” the man said, and left the stall.

And Sumin still had no idea who he was. He had a theory at best. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was sure, but it probably wouldn’t fully dawn on him until later in bed. In the moment, Sumin was more occupied with savoring the lingering taste and also pondering if he should masturbate or not.

He decided no when another person entered the stall. Same procedure, except this guy didn’t say a single word. Fine by Sumin. The new cock was really pretty with the slight curve and cut foreskin, inviting Sumin to dig in right away even without any outstanding size.

The second person stayed quiet except for some little whines and muffled moans, but none of them clear enough to get any idea who it could be. He sounded cute though. More feminine than the first, and Sumin couldn’t help but imagine Seonghwa in the place, because that was exactly how he imagined his hyung to sound like.

This guy also didn’t really add anything to the blowjob, but that didn’t bother Sumin. He was happy to take it at his own pace and indulge by not just sucking and swallowing, but also by using his tongue more. Every now and then he pulled off the lick along the shaft or dip into the slit, solely focusing on tasting the precum that freely dripped like a leaking faucet.

Sumin kept one hand on the stall wall again, but his other hand squeezed around his own cock. He was so hard and heat creeped under his skin. There was sweat gathering under his clothes, his guts twisting with each slide of the stranger’s dick over Sumin’s tongue.

“C-close,” the man groaned, too muffled to really pick up the voice enough, but Sumin at least understood what was being said.

Sumin dove back in and sucked the tip between his lips. He brought his hand from his own crotch up to curl around the bare shaft, pumping up and down the minimal space available between Sumin’s mouth and the edge of the hole. The cock throbbed and twitched, drooling more precum.

One swipe of Sumin’s tongue over the head was the cherry on top. The stranger came with no noise, but hips jerked back. His cock slipped from Sumin’s mouth in the process and spilled cum over plush lips. Sumin startled with the sudden change, ducking away from the hot liquid, but only ended up with more of it decorating his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

The man on the other side released a shaky breath of relief. Sumin swore he caught a mumbled “Thank you” before the stranger left, but his focus was on the cum slowly running down his skin.

Sumin scrunched up his nose. It didn’t smell, but the cum was rapidly cooling and started to feel more like glue. Still, Sumin left it there. He could have used some toilet paper to wipe it off and later in bed he would definitely feel disgusted at himself for not doing exactly that, but there was something weirdly exciting about it all.

Sumin would have paid to have someone call him a dirty slut or something for sitting there at a glory hole, in a public bathroom, with cum on his face. In a good Hentai that would be the moment the protagonist realized they’re enjoying it. Sumin had realized that after the first dick, but it certainly helped decide that this, in fact, was one of his best ideas ever.

Another person came, but quickly left again. Sumin assumed it was someone who would have loved to take his place and he couldn’t help but pride himself in the fact that he was here first. But it also reminded him of how long he had already been sitting there. He wasn’t entirely sure how long exactly and he was afraid of looking at the time, relying purely on the timer he put in earlier, but he did use the moment to stretch his legs.

His knees ached and he was still hard. For a moment he just sat on the toilet seat, wondering if he should jerk off before the next person came. If there was another person. He hoped there was one more. It was surely more fun to masturbate while sucking someone off.

And like the universe heard his prayer, the bathroom door opened again. Sumin held his breath and slowly slipped back down on the floor, eyes stuck on the little space underneath the stalls to see if he could see the person. A pair of combat boots appeared right in the middle of Sumin’s stall and the one next to his.

The person seemed to be waiting for something. Or maybe he was thinking. Sumin cleared his throat just to give a sign that he was in here.

The stranger chuckled.

“I wonder if we have met before,” he said, his voice like a cat purring.

Sumin shivered. “Probably.”

“You sound cute.” The man moved into the stall and in front of the hole. “Do you also look cute?”

“I…I think so?”

Another laugh, almost mocking. “Can you even think all that much, angel?”

Sumin swallowed and squeezed his cock, whimpering with the sliver of pleasure the contact provided.

“It’s okay, angel,” the man cooed, “just open your mouth and let me fuck your throat.”

“O-okay.”

Sumin could do that.

He shuffled closer, putting his palms back on the wall. While it felt weird, Sumin leaned in and opened his mouth like he was told to, lips almost touching the edges of the hole. It only took a few seconds before the tip of the new cock kissed Sumin’s tongue. The first thing Sumin realized was this guy was much bigger than the other two. Definitely in girth and no doubt in length as well.

And as the man slowly fed inch after inch into Sumin’s mouth, stretching his lips to the limit of comfortable, an overwhelming rush of excitement shook through Sumin’s body. His fingers curled against the wall, nails dragging over the metal, and his eyes fluttered shut. The cock flattened his tongue and there was a distinct taste of something fruity. Like the shaft had been covered in something right before.

“There you go, angel, so fucking good,” the man groaned, bucking his hips, burying the rest of his cock.

Sumin choked and reflexively pulled back. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes, erection begging to be let out of his pants.

“Too much?” the man asked, tone amused.

Sumin slowly shook his head. He could do this, he had to. When would be the next opportunity to suck a dick this big?

So Sumin bopped his head back down, but was quickly met with his limit once more. This time he was prepared and only pulled back as far as he needed to breathe. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Sumin tried again, swallowing against his own gag reflex.

Except he couldn’t really swallow around the intrusion. Drool pooled around the cock, so much that it bubbled out from the corners of his mouth and dripped down his chin. So much of it coated the shaft as Sumin lifted his head again, enough that it was running down the wall of the stall.

The man on the other side sighed, satisfaction coating the edges, but also a mocking boredom.

“You’re so slow, angel. Is it that difficult?”

Sumin whimpered around the thick cock and popped off the head with a disgusting wet sound. More drool spilled over his bottom lip, down his skin, and he desperately swallowed. He wiped at his face with the sleeve of his hoodie, sucking in a deep breath.

“Can’t talk anymore?” the man asked.

Heat creeped into Sumin’s cheeks and he ducked his head. “No? I- I just… it’s so big…”

“Having a hard time?”

“Y-yes…”

The man hummed. “This might be a bit of a bold request, but can I come into your stall and fuck you properly?”

Sumin choked on his next breath, falling into a whole coughing fit. Every muscle inside of him tensed up and his eyes widened, cock twitching with interest. This was real. This had to be real. Sumin begged the universe that it was real.

“Yes! Y-yes, it’s fine. You can… I’ll open the door.”

Sumin scrambled to his feet and unlocked the stall, but didn’t dare actually open the door. He just sat down on the toilet again, watching the boots move from stall to stall. The hinges creaked and the view opened up to long legs in blue jeans, the beginnings of a loose shirt halfway tucked into the pants-

Sumin squeezed his eyes shut. The man laughed.

“Don’t wanna see me?”

Sumin shook his head.

“Is it more exciting if you don’t know?”

“Yes.”

As much as Sumin wanted to know, to have those bragging rights to his friends that this and that famous idol fucked him, there was also a sort of satisfaction in being able to imagine. The possibility of Sumin being disappointed with who he got dicked down by was slim, but not zero.

The boots squeaked on the floor and the lock of the door clicked close again, chasing a shiver down Sumin’s spine. Radiating body heat and the faint smell of cologne was all Sumin had to know that the man was standing right in front of him.

“You really are fucking cute. I like the green hair.”

Fingertips brushed along Sumin’s jaw. He shuddered, hands tightening their grip on the toilet seat. His nerves were fried and somewhere in the back of his mind Sumin wondered how smart this was, letting a stranger get so close, letting a stranger outright fuck him.

But at this point, all Sumin knew was the desperation to cum and the fingers touching his face, his neck, dipping past the collar of his hoodie and leaving an invisible trail over Sumin’s collarbones.

One hand cupped Sumin’s cheek and a thumb brushed over some of the dried cum.

“Such a dirty boy, but still a pretty angel.”

The thumb wandered lower, pushing into Sumin’s bottom lip. His lips were probably swollen and red, they definitely felt like it, and Sumin indulged in the small bliss of remembering how the first guy fucked his mouth. He had kinda hoped the third would also do that, but now he was promised something even better.

As the thumb slipped deeper into Sumin’s mouth, Sumin opened up, tongue flicking against the invading finger. Immediately, the grip on his face changed to a tight hold on his chin. The thumb pressed down on his tongue, forcing his mouth to open wider. This way, Sumin was once again struggling to swallow, and drool collected around the thumb.

“You’re so lucky, angel,” the man purred, “just earlier I fucked someone else and I still have some lube left.”

Sumin moaned, heart fluttering. He wasn’t even embarrassed when the hold on his jaw loosened and he could actually close his mouth, and the first thing he did was envelop the thumb with his lips and suck on it. The guy was definitely wearing nail polish and Sumin was impressed at how smooth the paint was as his tongue dragged over the nail.

But then the man pulled away and clicked his tongue.

“I could watch all day, but unfortunately I don’t have the time. So why don’t you pull down your pants and bend over for me?”

Sumin didn’t have to be told twice. He did fumble in the minimal space and with his eyes still closed, but eventually got himself in position. With his pants and underwear pooled around his knees, hoodie the only thing covering most of his ass, Sumin knelt on the toilet seat. He crossed his arms on the tank and buried his face into his sleeves, still damp with spit.

Fingers trailed the curve of both of Sumin’s thighs up to his hips, pushing the hoodie until the bottom sat around his waist. Cool air brushed over skin and Sumin shivered, but it did nothing to cool the heat buzzing in his veins and twisting his guts.

“Just relax, angel,” the man said, one hand settling on Sumin’s right cheek. The long fingers squeezed around the supple meat there and the edges of multiple rings dug deep into skin, no doubt leaving marks.

At the same time, Sumin caught the click of a bottle being opened. The faint scent of something fruity filled the space and the man’s hand slipped away. A moment later, the fingers came back, but this time finding their way between Sumin’s cheeks. One fingertip dipped right into the tight hole and Sumin twitched with a rush of surprise.

“So sensitive. Still want it?” the man asked.

Sumin quickly nodded. He would have begged if he could, but just thinking about forming a coherent sentence seemed impossible. Whatever nonsense he would have spilled if he tried to talk would have been even more embarrassing anyway.

The finger rubbed around the tight rim, pushing right into the middle, then soothing it again with a sort of massage. Sumin focused on breathing, inhaling, exhaling, all while his cock throbbed between his legs and drooled all over the porcelain.

For a moment, the hand pulled away, coming back with even more lube. When the man tried again to breach Sumin’s hole, he succeeded, finger slipping in like a hot knife through butter. A small groan was pushed from deep within Sumin’s chest and he bit down on his sleeve. The cotton was disgusting, especially with how much spit was already soaked in there, but the way Sumin’s noises echoed in the bathroom reminded him of how much shame he would inevitably feel later.

With the first finger inside, it was smooth sailing from there. The second digit didn’t wait long and with the third there was a tangible stretch that didn’t just feel strange, but actually held some pleasure. It helped when the fingers thrusted as deep as they could and the tip of the longest finger brushed that part inside Sumin that had his whole body jerking with a wave of pure unfiltered pleasure.

“Look at you, angel,” the man whispered, more to himself than anything else, “taking it so well.”

“P-please,” Sumin choked out.

Desperation clawed deep in his stomach and the urge to touch himself once again pushed itself to the front, but Sumin tightened his grips on his own biceps and just weakly wiggled his butt. He wanted more, needed more, but words didn’t seem enough to articulate that.

The man understood regardless. With one more thrust, he yanked his fingers out. A little ruthless, but it punched another moan from Sumin’s throat and he actually felt dizzy for a moment. It was so hard to keep up that when the tip of the man’s cock kissed his hole, Sumin actually peeked over his shoulder to see if this was really happening.

And it was.

Big hands gripped Sumin’s hips tightly, nails digging hard enough that it would leave bruises. Before Sumin could accidentally glance up at the man’s face, his hole was breached by a new intrusion, stretching the rim to the limit and leaving Sumin reeling. His whole body seized up and his orgasm burned him from deep within before he could even comprehend that he was cumming at all.

Sumin sucked in a sharp breath, eyelids fluttering. His thighs twitched and his teeth clenched so hard around his hoodie sleeve that he should have been scared about breaking a tooth.

But then the man pushed his cock deeper and any thought melted away. All there was, was the way Sumin’s insides stretched and molded around the thick shaft, taking inch after inch way too slow and also way too fast. Everything was hot and Sumin was so full, only getting fuller by the second.

“So fucking tight,” the man groaned, finally bottoming out.

Sumin trembled with the lingering high of his first orgasm and the resulting overstimulation. His cock was already hard again, or still hard? He wasn’t sure. But he was ready for more, ready for whatever his sunbaenim - hopefully sunbaenim - would give him.

“Please…hyung…” Sumin whimpered, blinking against tears.

“Oh angel, you sound so sweet. I could eat you up right now.”

“Please please-” Sumin gasped as the man jerked his hips once. “Please, hyung!”

“You need it that badly?”

“Y-yes! Yes yes yes”-

A loud, shameless moan ripped from Sumin’s throat at a harsh thrust. Another thrust pushed his mind back into a dizzying haze. Again and again, the man fucked into him, rapidly picking up speed like he also was impatient and desperate.

Sumin buried his face back into the crook of his elbow, biting his bottom lip to keep muffling high pitched and breathy noises. His cock was back to drooling over the toilet seat and his legs definitely hurt at this point, knees aching and thighs too tense, but the pleasure sparking in every crevice of his body drowned out any discomfort.

The man was merciless in his chase, his grip even tighter. There was no way Sumin wouldn’t be bruised in the morning and he couldn’t wait to see it, be reminded of how hard and deep he was fucked. By a big cock of an idol he didn’t know. It would haunt him for weeks, maybe months, until the next opportunity came for Sumin to indulge like this.

As the thrusts turned sloppy, losing rhythm but not speed, fingers tangled into Sumin’s hair and tugged him back, tugging until his back met the man’s chest. While the hand in his hair slipped down to grip his jaw, the man’s other arm snaked around Sumin’s waist to keep him upright.

“Fuck, I could fuck your tight little hole all day, angel,” the man growled right Sumin’s ear.

“P-please do, hyung~”

“You would like that? You wanna be my cocksleeve?”

Sumin dumbly nodded. It was all he could, tongue feeling thick and throat too dry. Talking was difficult and his brain barely comprehended the words anyway.

With the hand on Sumin’s jaw, the man turned his head. Sumin tried to keep his eyes closed, but there were so many tears, he blinked out of sheer reflex, and just before their lips met, Sumin caught a glimpse of a familiar face. His surprised gasp was swallowed up by the man’s greedy mouth.

Tongues slipped together. Teeth nipped at lips. Noises and spit spilled between them, hot breaths mingling in the air. All while the man continued to drill into Sumin’s hole, practically bouncing him on his cock in this position. Sweat stuck to their skin and both found themselves desperate, moaning and kissing and biting like animals.

The last push Sumin needed was the hand around his throat tightening. It barely cut off his air, yet, a wave of molten pleasure crashed over him and he crumbled apart like burned wood. More cum spilled over the porcelain, some catching on Sumin’s thighs. His hole clenched around the cock and the man pulled away from the kiss, leaving Sumin to freely moan and whimper with the haze of another orgasm.

The man thrusted once, twice, burying himself to the hilt and then stopping. Another kind of heat spread in Sumin’s guts and he twitched with one last spark of energy before falling limp in the other idol’s strong arms.

They slowly and carefully peeled apart. The man helped Sumin get dressed again and cleaned everything up, all while whispering sweet nothings, too many compliments to remember. But Sumin was hyper aware of the gentle touches and kisses, the way he was treated like fragile glass.

Everything inside him screamed to just look and see who was so nice, but Sumin kinda already knew. The small glimpse earlier had revealed everything. But also, he couldn’t have opened his eyes even if he wanted to. He was so tired and needed at least ten minutes to recover.

Sumin leaned back against the toilet tank and just listened to the man shuffling to probably get himself adjusted as well. Fingers brushed over his forehead, tugging some loose strands behind his ear. Sumin instinctively leaned into the touch and the man chuckled softly, almost fondly.

“Let’s have some fun again, angel.”

Sumin meekly nodded. “Sure.”

“Maybe next time you’ll actually look at me, Sumin-ah~”

#xikers fanfiction #xikers smut #sumin fanfiction #sumin smut #fanfiction #smut

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k-n-e-o · 3 months

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Soft fluff minjae blurb <3

A|n: Ok just like let me word vomit for a bit because I need to get this out of my head. Every time I see a picture of minjae for Xikers the first thought comes to mind is “pretty boy~” and then I start thinking about how he’d react if you said it too him and well…….

A|n pt2 (after I word vomited): this wasn’t supposed to be a whole thing but minjae just makes me feel some type of way and I can’t help myself 🫠

Also while writing this I kept thinking about that video of jinsik teasing minjae and minjae getting cute and giggly 🥹 (someone get me off the internet Im becoming to attached to this adorable man)

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You’d poked your head around the corner and spotted minjae sitting on his bed. A set of head phones — one side on and one side off —on his head, the song he was working on audible to the outside world.

“There’s my pretty boy” you called out. Minjae perked up at your voice and once your words registered, a distinct dusting of pink spread along his face and to the tips of his ears. You grinned and plopped yourself beside him.

“Oh, so you like it when I call you pretty boy, hm?” You teased nuzzling against him. He’d giggle and shyly curl in on himself. You’d tickle him, calling him pretty boy any chance you’d get and he’d sit there giggling and smiling like the lovesick goofball that he is. Eventually, he’d gently grasp your wrists and you stop you from your attack and pull you down to him, his nose softly nudging your ear before a delicate kiss is left there.

“I love you” he’d mumble. You could feel his warm smile against your neck as his arms snake around your waist and hold you closer.

“I love you too” you’d whisper back.

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Well frick me, I’m done for 😀

#Xikers #minjae #Xikers minjae #Xikers fanfic #Xikers fanfiction #minjae fanfic #minjae fluff #Xikers fluff

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chatchaotique · 1 year

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yours truly, unknown number

Summary:

“Why don’t we treat our dear mystery seonbae to coffee for all their troubles, hm?” Hyunwoo coos, dangling Seeun’s phone just out of his reach. Somehow, the boy has not only managed to type out the offer, but he’s also changed the stranger’s contact name from ‘Not-Jinsik’ to ‘Saviour Seonbae.’ Seeun only messaged the stranger for half an hour last night and doubts they’ll ever text each other again (let alone agree to meet in person), but the thought of sending something so forward and out-of-character frightens him more than he’d like to admit. “Don’t you dare,” Seeun grounds out, eyes narrowed. “Oops,” Hyunwoo says and completely purposefully hits 'send.' "My bad."

or, seeun accidentally texts a stranger at 3 a.m and minjae enjoys being bullied by his underclassmen. pining ensues.

rating: gen

chapters: 1/?

tags: Kim Minjae/Park Seeun (xikers), Kim Minjae (xikers), Park Seeun (xikers), Choi Hyunwoo (xikers), Ham Jinsik, Park Junmin, Jung Yujun, Kim Junghoon (xikers), Hunter Papung-korn Lertkiatdamrong, Lee Yechan, Choi Sumin, Alternate Universe - College/University, Texting, Fluff and Humor, minjae abuses abbreviations: a saga, seeun realizes that some mistakes are happy accidents, Strangers to Lovers, Mutual Pining, but on different platforms oops

#xikers #minjae #kim minjae #seeun #park seeun #fanfic #fanfiction #xikers fanfic #xikers minjae #xikers seeun #xikers fanfiction

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pinievsev · 1 month

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Midnight Wishes And Arcade Games. P.H

Divider by @funfettified (<3)

Genre: Fluff, birthday fic

Warnings: none that I know of

Summary: birthday fic for my bbg @chiiyuuvv (happy birthday bb! <3!)

Pairing: Hunter x gn!reader (Romantic), xikers x reader (platonic)

Taglist: @camphxam (taglist open<3)

@pinievsev on Tumblr, please do not repost on other platforms or translate without permission<3!

Slowly, you cracked your eyelids open, groaning at the sunlight seeping through your curtains. Trying to reach up and rub them, you found the strong arms wrapped around you tightening.

"Hunter, you need to let me go," you laughed, receiving only a negative hum in response. Struggling to turn around, you were met with your boyfriend's sleeping face. "Hunter..." you tried again, to no avail.

After a moment of thought, an idea popped into your head, and you grinned widely. Slowly inching closer, you began to place small kisses all over his face, effectively causing him to let you go to protect himself.

Giggling, you quickly got up. Hunter pouted up at you, stretching. "No fair," he mumbled. You shook your head in response. "The birthday person shouldn't have to play fair," you shrugged, at which point he seemed to be fully awake. His eyes widened as he jumped up and attacked you with hugs and kisses.

"Happy birthday," you laughed, returning his hug, relishing in the affection for a few moments before pulling away, much to his dismay.

It took a minute to get Hunter to leave you alone so you could get ready, but he reluctantly agreed, needing to get ready himself.

Both of you were ready in a matter of minutes, eating quickly as Hunter rushed you out the door.

"Where are we going?" you asked for the ninth time. "You'll see," was the answer every time. Soon enough, you stood in front of an arcade, filled with people, lights, and laughter.

You smiled at your boyfriend, who looked more than proud of himself to have made you happy. He ushered you inside eagerly.

He won most of the games you played against each other, yet gave the prize to you every time, insisting on holding them for you anyway. You had about seven small plushies and what seemed to be a mountain of tickets by the time you reached the claw machines.

You came to an abrupt stop in front of one, eyes shining at the Kirby plushie perched in the middle of the bright claw machine. Hunter, who seemed to notice this, carefully placed your belongings down by the machine and got to work.

He groaned as he lost for the sixth time. "Hunter, it's fine really," you reassured, but he cut you off with a shake of his head, placing yet another coin inside the machine. At one point, you went to get you both some food.

Upon your return, you were pleasantly surprised to see Hunter holding the plushie with a proud grin adorning his face. "Happy birthday!" he chirped, handing you the light pink plush, which you hugged to your chest immediately, rushing to bring Hunter in a hug as well.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," you rambled on, causing him to giggle and place a kiss on your head. "I'm never playing a claw machine ever again," he said, wiping the nonexistent sweat from his brow.

You'd been outside for hours, going back and forth from the arcade to a nearby café in which Hunter insisted on paying, much to your ego's dismay.

It was about 11:45 p.m. when you decided to head back. "We've been out all day," you concluded, laughing. "It was worth it," he replied, lifting up the bags full of plushies. You insisted on holding Kirby though, claiming it would be better off with you.

As you unlocked the door to your house and took your shoes off, you noticed how unusually quiet and heavy the atmosphere felt. The windows were closed, which you swear you'd left open.

Before you could voice your thoughts, the lights flickered on and you were met with the shouts of nine other boys jumping about happily and hugging you, wishing you a happy birthday.

The living room was decorated from top to bottom in your favorite colors, and on the table, you saw a cake bigger than you'd ever gotten before and heaps of poorly wrapped presents.

"You guys really didn't have to," you laughed, all giddy at the adorable action of your friends and boyfriend. "Hush now, child," Minjae joked, pulling you along to sit on the couch. Hunter perched himself right next to you, the rest of the boys sitting wherever they could around you.

Sumin lit the candles on the cake, and they all began singing happy birthday. You laughed as Junghoon and Jinsik sang dramatically, reminding you of that elephant from Sing.

"Come on, make a wish!" Yechan said excitedly, jumping in his seat. You closed your eyes and blew out the candles as the clock hit midnight. The rest of the night was spent with laughter, jokes, presents, and food.

At the end, all the boys ended up staying over, occupying your living room like some sort of campsite.

Safe to say, you were all exhausted the next morning, surviving through the day with coffee and energy drinks. Worth it.

#fanfiction #kpop #kpop x reader #xikers #xikers x reader #xikers hunter fluff #xikers hunter x reader #xikers fluff #xikers imagines #birthday fic #finney's mooties

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yawnzzznnn · 9 months

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helloo it's the minjae anon again!

I looked ur prompt list and I wanted to ask a imagine with the 4th prompt w buzz love-&tem plss

hope ur doing great and thx in advance

♡︎The Buzzing Sound - Minjae♡︎

A/n: hello anon! Thank you for requesting <3 I also hope your doing great and your oh so very welcome please do enjoy if you have any more requests you can always come and ask my inbox is always open

Member: Minjae x Reader

Date: 7-28-23

Words: 1002

Genre: Fluff, Childhood Friends To Lovers, song Fic

TW: cursing : secrecy : teasing : mentions of Food : Mentions of Soda :

Prompts: "Your So Stupid" & "Buzz Love - &Team"

Summery: You and Minjae have been friends since birth you've stuck with him threw thick and thin every heartbreak, new relationships, puberty and he's stuck with you unbeknownst to both of your feelings towards one another

Every Friday you and Minjae have a dedicated Movie Night each month a different genre of movies an idea Minjae came up with but tonight however Minjae was acting a little off towards you hiding his phone even went as far as to change his pincode so you can't get in. He'd even take off into the bathroom for 30 minutes or longer talking on the phone with someone but whispering quiet enough so you can't hear him

("Yesterday and today are also normal days"

昨日と今日も普通の days

Just you and me, just you and me

"But I'm more worried than yesterday"

でも昨日よりずっと気になってる)

Minjae left the bathroom coming out looking a lot less stress and set his phone back into the phone cage "do you have a girlfriend or something?" You asked giggling as you took the popcorn out the microwave your question caught Minjae off guard as his head whipped towards you catching his reaction out the corner of your eye

Made you double over in laughter "holy fuck you do!" You spoke threw your laughter at this point Minjae was so panicked "nononono its nothing like that trust me I'd let you know the moment I'm talking in that way with her!!" He said waving his hands in the air "oh my gosh calm down Minjae it's ok it's not a big deal" you said finally calming down from your laughing fit

Minjae twisted his head to the right side in confusion "what" you said "Minjae? You never call me Minjae....did I do something?" He asked more panic setting in "not really, why guilty conscience?" You said teasing him farther "wh-what-" he stuttered causing you to giggle

"calm yourself Jae whatever is going on with you, you don't have to tell me. I don't have to know every little thing going on in your life" you said making your way over to the couch with your bowl of popcorn

("Even if it's like a popcorn"

It's like a popcorn 蓋しても

"It's overflowing, so what should I do now?"

溢れ出すからあぁもうどうしよう

"Only these feelings are blooming my heart is in the air"

この感情だけ咲いてる my heart is in the air)

Soon enough Minjae caught up with two bottles of Soda in his hands once he sat down you pressed play on the movie and set the bowl between you two after awhile of you and Minjae laughing at the bad acting he suddenly got quiet again but this time he paused the movie and moved the popcorn off the couch and turned to face you seeing Minjae has turned towards you, you turned towards him

("Only these feelings are blooming my heart is in the air"

この感情だけ咲いてる my heart is in the air

"Before you know it, your eyes will follow you everywhere"

気づけば目で追う everywhere

I'm thinking about you)

"Y/n" he said as he looked in your eyes you started to feel nervous, Seeing how nervous you are Minjae took your hands in his and held them between you two "I wanna tell you something but I'm afraid it will ruin our friendship" he said quietly "I assure you it won't, it's ok you can tell me" you said the nervousness still there as you rubbed the back of his hands with your thumbs

"I-" Minjae started and suddenly got quiet he sighed and looked at the ground before looking back up at you instead of speaking Minjae showed you what he ment by kissing you your eyes grew wide before closing as you melted into the kiss after what felt like an eternity you two pulled away with a small "smooch" sound that echoed like a pen drop in silence

("in my eyes you"

僕の目には you

"only you shine"

君だけ映える

La-la-la-la, la-la-la, buzz love

La-la-la-la, la-la-la, buzz love)

While you were catching your breath you suddenly felt Minjaes lips on yours again this time more desperate losing your breath even more Wich you didn't know was possible you pulled back and pushed Minjae back a little "y/n....I like you" he said a shy smile on his face "I think I already got that Minjae" you faked a disappointed face and touched his shoulder

He rolled his eyes before shrugging your hand off and looked at you waiting for a real answer "I like you too Minjae" you said before kissing his nose his smile grew wide as he jumped on you hugging you by your waist "will you be my s/o?" Minjae asked as he looked at you "your so stupid..." You told him his eyes widened with sadness and heartbreak "wha-" you cut him off by kissing him after pulling away

You nodded your head with a smile on your face your answer only made Minjae happier as he hugged you tighter and hid his face into your neck the rest of the night you and Minjae spent cuddling into one another watching shitty movies and making fun of the acting

(won't stop ringing

鳴り止まない

Buzz love for you

La-la-la-la, la-la-la, buzz love

La-la-la-la, la-la-la

won't stop ringing

鳴り止まない

Buzz love for you)