Im Losing My Mind (trans. Cr.btstranslation_)

I’m losing my mind (trans. cr.btstranslation_)

CALL OF THE SIREN

PAIRING: siren!minho x fem!reader GENRE: smut. fluff. fairytale!au CONTENT: 18+ minors dni. WORD COUNT: 5.7k

SUMMARY: the effect he has on people is obvious, they’re drawn to him like he’s an oasis in a desert. then, with a small jingle of a bell that announces his arrival into your store, he attempts to ensnare you.

NOTE: my step back into writing after a little break. please let me know what you think! this is my interpretation of a siren. i know some people write them as mermaid type creatures. i wanted to write more the bird type, pretty bird singing in a cage and never touched and all of that jazz. whatever, hope you enjoy!

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Heyy ivy <3 for the case 2.5 game i wanted to ask for changbin fic with prompts 66 and 6 :) Also could it be a hate-sex-but-not-hate-sex dynamic ???

not me rewatching 10 things i hate about you bc of this request-

case 2.5 masterlist/rules

sweet thing

seo changbin x reader

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

wc: 1.3k

warnings: changbin’s kinda mean, breath play, impact play (one slap to the face), dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, cream pie, conflicted feelings.

prompts: since 6 was taken, only 66 was used - bold and italicized

“Shut the fuck up.” Changbin growls in your ear, the pressure of his arm around your throat tightening the more you whine. Your nails dig into his forearm, cutting deep enough that you can feel his blood underneath them. You’ll tell yourself it’s to hurt him, to get him to leave you alone, but you don’t have to dig deep to know that’s a lie.

You’re digging in because you don’t want him to let go.

To everyone outside of this room — the blend of loud party goers and the intense bass of the music vibrating the entire frat house — there’s no two people in this world who hate each other more than you and Changbin. Even being in the same room is dangerous. At each other’s throats consistently; one of you says something snarky, the other comes back with an insult even worse. Back and forth the ball of hatred bounces, knocking anyone who had the misfortune of being around you two at the same time over.

“They should just fuck.” You heard someone say one day. “Get all the tension out of their system.”

That was the problem, wasn’t it? Now matter how often the two of you fucked like animals — messy and frantic and aggressive — the distaste never lessened. If anything, it fizzed more, threatening to bubble over with each hook up.

And yet, you kept coming back. He kept coming back. No matter how red the anger painted you, something continued to draw you in. To crave Changbin even though every cell in your body was begging you to reject him.

…or were they begging you to just give in?

You clench around his fingers, sending his head back against the bed frame. Pretty bold of him to tell you to shut up when he’s moaning at just the feeling of your walls around his fingers. Soft and wet, letting him slide in and out with ease. You watch as his fingers disappear inside you, palm slapping against your clit with each quick plunge of his fingers.

“Y-you first.” You pant out, dizzy from how harsh both his fingers and the headlock he has you in are. Shock waves are sent down your thighs as your remark earns more pressure against your throat. “Fuck-“

“Look at you.” His laugh is cruel, but you notice the way it shakes a bit. This is getting to him just as much as it’s getting to you. “Acting all big and tough as if you’re not soaked from barely getting touched.”

Hate is not a strong enough word for how you feel about Seo fucking Changbin.

It’s not the correct word, either.

Easing your hold on him, one hand drops down between your bodies, slinking behind you to be immediately greeted by his swelling erection. This time, your nails dig into something else, the denim underneath them pulling the prettiest groan from the man. “Like you’re one to talk. Haven’t even b-been touched and you’re this hard? Isn’t that pathetic.”

It’s like a switch is flicked; everything he was holding back breaks through as he pulls out of you abruptly. Before you can do much as blink, he’s unraveling his arm from your throat only to grab the nape of your neck and slam your head into the soft mattress. As you roll your head to the side, you recognize the sound of his belt rattling.

And you smile, biting back your laugh. Getting the upper hand with him, pushing him to the breaking point is always better than any orgasm you could ever have.

Unless it comes from him.

He uses his hold on you to tug your head back, making you crane your neck as a hand reaches around. “Lick.”

“No-“

The same hand strikes you. While it isn’t painful, it’s enough to pull a gasp from you. “Do as you’re told or you’ll get nothing from me.”

With an over exaggerated huff, you spit into his hand before running your tongue all over it, making sure every inch of it is covered. When Changbin is satisfied, his wet hand moves to his dick while the one on your neck shoves your head back down.

Cock coated in your spit, he plunges into you roughly. No matter how much prep he gives you beforehand, the first stretch always takes you by surprise, stealing your breath as you melt into the stinging pain. It’s something you’ve grown to crave, unable to find it with anyone but him. When you feel that stretch, the one that makes your toes curl, your heart flutters a little. He’s yours, even if only for the next few minutes.

It makes you fucking sick how it doesn’t make you sick.

He supports himself by keeping you pinned to the mattress, hips rolling in a circular motion with each harsh thrust. Your jaw is slack, broken moans rivaling the music for volume. As much as you try to fight it, fight the pleasure of having him so close to you, you can’t help but slowly start to slip. Drool is pooling on the duvet beneath you, sticking to your cheek and ruining your makeup.

“Have I fucked you that dumb already?” Of course he noticed immediately, like he was intently watching your face to make sure you were enjoying it. Like he cares about how you feel- “You must really love my cock, sweetheart.”

The fight is gone; even if your cells are still screaming to challenge him, you can’t help but nod. Slow, and weak, but in agreement nonetheless.

His chuckle sounds different. It isn’t cruel like it usually is, at least not as much. There is something lace in it; almost like a fondness. “Of course you do.” With a hard slam, fully inside you he pauses, leaning over until his sweaty chest is resting against your back. You can feel his heartbeat on your shoulder blade; ramming against the sternum, faster than it probably should be. “You love my cock because this pussy was fucking made for me, sweet thing.”

The new angle allows for his cock to hit areas that were never touched before him. Though the speed slows, each thrust is precise, determined to make you feel him in ways that make you complete. Like Changbin is the piece you’re missing.

Considering the way your legs start to twitch, he’s doing a damn good job. If you weren’t so out of it, so desperate for a release, you would read more into the fact that he’s kissing your shoulder blades gently. Pillowy kisses on slick skin, a hardly there touch that makes your orgasm hit harder.

“That’s it.” He whispers in your ear as it begins, squirting all over his cock intensely. Your eyes are rolling back, helplessly moaning his name as pretty yellow stars dance behind your eyelids. “Give it all to me.”

You hate that you’ll give him every drop of it. That you won’t stop until he’s groaning in satisfaction, pleased with how much you’ve soaked himself and his bed. None of it is wasted, all of it is his. Any time he wants it.

Changbin’s hips start to move a little faster, his own orgasm on the horizon. Nose pressed against your shoulder blade, he grunts your name over and over like he’s worshipping you.

It makes your chest tight, the fight rising back up now that your high has evened out. “I hate you.”

It’s like the words tip him over the edge, the feeling of his cum spilling into you making the overstimulation you’re feeling much worse. “Yeah?” Even though he’s mid orgasm, body limp from the amount he’s pushing into you, he still finds enough strength to turn your head in his direction. “I hate you, too. I hate you so much, I fucking love you.”

When the hookups started, the rule was that you would never kiss. Strictly sex, nothing more. Kissing was too intimate. Too many strings were attached to the movement of your lips.

So when his lips capture your own, a passion so intense that it knocks the wind out of you quicker than his biceps, you finally understand why you can’t stand Seo fucking Changbin.

You love him so much, it’s scary.

seungcheol in the soop 🤝 falling asleep reading books

any minho perv thoughts? i need them so bad 🫠🫠

i got you i got you 💓

perv!leeknow who doesn't care if you if you're aware if he's a perv or not, matter of fact he's out and proud about his perversions.

perv!leeknow who tackles you to the ground and holds your hands above your head to stop you from hiding your shy face as he rutted clothed cock against your heat.

perv!leeknow who walks by and touches your ass claiming "it was just and accident." but then he does it again and says "this time it wasn't i just wanted to touch it again."

perv!leeknow who buys you a collar and cat ears and pulls you around but the collar , who cums on your face and takes a picture and threatens to put it as his lockscreen to tease you.

perv!leeknow who steals the panties that you wore , and smells them as he jerks off , cumming in them.

perv!leeknow who cums in your panties and makes you wear them when you go out , when you whine no he tells you "either you wear them like that, or i cum on your face and you go out like."

towards the sun

✧ choi seungcheol x reader

✧ summary: sometimes you wonder if seungcheol will one day regret being tied to you.

✧ wc is approx 2k

✧ warnings/tags: angst and comfort, insecurities. mentions of depression, anxiety. seungcheol talking abt his own struggles with depression. quiet anger, crying. seungcheol loves you sm and spoils you accordingly. childhood sweethearts, promise rings. you two worship each other <3 tons of metaphors.

✧ request: if you have the time can i please request for an argument drabble with cheolli? please make it angst with a fluffy fluff ending:))))))

✧ i hope you like this, anon!!! i couldn't fit in fluff at the end, but it's comfort and sweet. i know you asked for a drabble, but it sort of?? ran away from me?? i hope you enjoy nonetheless!!! <3

All night you had sat near the wall, watching your boyfriend socialize. Seungcheol was constantly moving, face bright as he talked to longtime friends and new ones, family members hugging him and congratulating him. 

 You drank your water steadily, trying to get that bitter taste out of your mouth. It had persisted ever since Seungcheol came home, brilliant and bright and shining. He was like a light amongst the crowd, a star amongst the ordinary. 

And you were part of that ordinary. 

He had risen so high. Seungcheol had flown towards the sun, fearless and accomplished. He hadn’t meant to leave you, hadn’t meant to leave you on the ground, but that’s where you stood; watching him fly away, stranded. 

When Seungcheol finally returned to your side, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into him, despite all the thoughts that poisoned your mind and heart. He wrapped an arm around you, pressing you to his side. He was warm, as Seungcheol always was, warm from the heat of the sun and the satisfaction of flying so close to it. 

“I’m thinking we should head out,” he murmured, voice deep in your ear. He brought his other hand, the one not hugging your waist, up and brushed your hair from your face. Seungcheol’s eyes were sweet as they looked at you, soft with his adoration of you. “Don’t you think so, baby? It’s getting late.”

“Don’t you want to talk a bit more?” You asked, glancing about the room. People were still arriving, taking off their coats and scarves, cheeks aglow with the bite of winter. “You haven’t seen some of these people in forever.”

Seungcheol shrugged, humming as his finger traced the curve of your cheek. “I’ve always thought that if someone really wants to see you, they’d make an effort. You know more than half of these people don’t really care about me.”

You frowned at him, hating the thought. You found it hard for anyone to not care about him, not when his heart was so large and welcoming, when he was Choi Seungcheol. You loved him with every fiber of your being, loved him even when he flew to the sun and your feet remained on the ground, so how was it anyone had the ability to feel otherwise about him? 

Seungcheol laughed softly at your incredulous look. “Come on, baby. Let’s get some soju from the convenience store, some ramen. We can drive out of Seoul, look at the stars.”

Leaving the event was tricky. Even as he was helping you into your coat, even as he slid your fingers into your gloves and made sure they weren’t bunched awkwardly, people were stopping him. They glowed just from speaking to him, as if his stardom was enough to ignite them. 

Eventually the two of you made it out to the car, a sleek black thing that Seungcheol treasured. He tried not to be materialistic, not when the two of you came from families where your parents left you with your grandparents, heading off for long work days, each blinding into the one before it. But he couldn’t help himself. Sleek cars, branded clothes for the both of you, a promise ring, rosegold band lined with small peridots on your finger; a matching watch band for him, your birthstones surrounding the watch face. 

The car came alive with a smooth, deep hum. You couldn’t look at Seungcheol, staring down at your ring. 

Seungcheol was a man far above you in all aspects of the word. Once the two of you had stood side by side on the ground, your childhoods spent running from one house to the next, your grandmothers wearing matching, knowing smiles. But then he had left for the city, his dreams so big and bright, promises to return heavy on his tongue and weighing down on your heart. 

And he had returned for you. You had waited for him, both feet on even ground, but now you couldn’t help but think. 

Did you belong? Did you belong in this sleek black car with your ordinary desk job? Did you belong on his arm, when he shined so brightly and you blended amongst the crowd? 

Seungcheol pulled onto the interstate, fingers drumming on the wheel. Once he got into a comfortable pace, he removed one of his hands and moved it to your thigh. He grabbed your hand, thumb running over the ring absentmindedly. 

His nails were so perfect, you thought. Clean and manicured, trimmed. Your own were uneven, chewed with specks of dirt underneath them. 

You moved your hand from his, clenching your hands together. You shifted back in the seat. 

“Baby?” Seungcheol asked, glancing over at you. “What’s wrong? You tired?”

“It’s --” You sighed, looking out the window. Darkness had long descended on the city, traffic on the highway loose. “It’s nothing.”

There was a temporary silence. “I don’t think it’s nothing. Come on, baby.”

“Do you think we’re right for each other?”

As soon as it left your mouth, you regretted it. You wanted to reach out and grab the words from the air, throw them out the window. They felt so wrong. They felt wrong once you said them, real and tangible. They weren't just your silly thoughts anymore. 

He was quiet beside you. But you weren’t foolish enough to think that he had forgotten about it, that he was ignoring it. That wasn’t who Seungcheol was. 

“I want you to say that again,” he said, voice heavy. “Say that again.”

You felt like crying. How horrible you were. Seungcheol had a wonderful day, surrounded by people who loved and adored him, and here you were. Ruining it with your venomous words. 

“I just --” You broke off, throat thickening with the weight of your words. “Won’t you regret this?”

He was quiet again, though this time it was a baffled, agitated sort of silence. A car roared past you. He tapped his finger against the wheel. “Since you seem so knowing on the subject,” Seungcheol began, his voice tense, “why don’t you enlighten me further on my regrets.”

You took a deep, shuddering breath. The stars were completely hidden by the city. Your tears rose up, stinging at the corner of your eyes. “It’s just. We’re so different.”

“We’ve always been different. I don’t see why it matters now.”

You sniffled, ashamed of yourself for causing his voice to harden like that. Seungcheol didn’t yell at you, not after witnessing you flinch back from him once as teenagers. Still, the hardness in his voice, the absolute void of any affection and emotion, made you feel as if you had been yelled at. 

Disappointment, you found, was just as bad as anger. 

“We were kids,” you said.

“Oh, so now that we’re grown it suddenly matters? What the fuck, Y/n. What the fuck is this? What are you trying to say? That these past years haven’t mattered? That we don’t matter? That I don’t matter?”

“No,” you began feebly. “I just --”

Seungcheol interrupted, his red-hot anger slowly beginning to bubble up and out of his mouth. “This is so -- what? You’ve suddenly decided that we’ve wasted the past twenty-five fucking years of our lives? That suddenly because we’re grown that it makes everything fucking invalid?”

“Seungcheol,” you whispered, speechless. 

“I’m so fucking mad at you.” Seungcheol announced. He glanced behind him before turning on the turning signal. Seungcheol merged off of the highway, onto an exit. “I can’t fucking. So everything you’ve ever said to me doesn’t matter?”

Finally a sob, loud and ugly, erupted from you. You pressed your hands up to your face, obscuring it from him. You were shaking. Your heart was bleeding, it felt like. “I love you,” you sobbed, “I just don’t know what to do when you’ll stop loving me.”

He was quiet, the car following a curve off the exit. When the car straightened out, his hand appeared on your thigh. Seungcheol squeezed it once before moving his hand again, grabbing your arm. His hand slid up your arm, wrapping around your wrist. Seungcheol moved your hand from your face, sliding to hold onto your fingers, ignoring the wetness from your tears. 

“You can’t,” he began, voice thick with emotion. “You can’t decide that for me. You can’t suddenly decide that I’ll stop loving you. That’s not -- Baby, that’s so unfair.”

You sobbed again, nodding against your hand. He pulled into a gas station, putting the car in park. Seungcheol undid his belt, turning to you. He reached out, taking both of your hands. “I want you to tell me what’s going on, baby. Give it to me straight.”

You sniffled. You reached up, removing your hand from his to rub at your nose. Seungcheol tsked at you, reaching into the glovebox and removing a tissue. He gently pressed it against your nose, wiping. 

“Come on, baby.” He muttered. His eyes were so wide, shining with unshed tears. “Let me see what’s going on inside that head of yours.”

You took a deep, shuddering breath. “It’s just -- Seungcheol -- you’re so amazing.”

He blinked, not quite following. 

“You -- you make more money in a month than I do in a year,” you went on, refusing to look at him. “Everyone knows your name. You’re -- you’re amazing and brilliant and famous, and I’m so ordinary and dull and work at a desk.”

Seungcheol let out a loud sigh, one of his hands moving to brush at your cheek and remove some of the tears there. “You know how stupid that sounds?”

“I know!” You sobbed, nodding. “It’s so fucking stupid but I can’t stop thinking about it. Seungcheol --”

He leaned fully over the center console, as close as he could get to you. He wound one arm around your shoulders, bringing you into him. “Baby. You are the most beautiful, brilliant, spectacular, amazing, perfect person in the world.”

You shook your head against him, but he sank one hand into your hair and stopped you. “Listen to me, Y/n. You are. You are so perfect. Do you remember the last tour? I couldn’t even make it through Japan. And I was so, so angry. Angry at myself, angry at my brain. But you weren’t. You just held me, loved me. Even though I felt so fucking ugly, you loved me like I was someone worthwhile. And baby --” 

He pulled away, his fingers swiping at the tears beneath your eyes. “I’m telling you right now. You’re fucking worth it. You’re perfect, and beautiful inside and out, and even if you weren’t you still would be because you’re mine. You’ve been mine since we were five and scaring my big brother with worms. You were mine when I left for Pledis. You were mine when you began college, when I came home from that tour. 

“You were mine, just like I’m yours. You’re still mine, I’m still yours. I will never, ever, regret this. I will never regret you.” He sniffled, and when you met his eyes they were slightly red. He was such an ugly crier, you thought, but still you couldn’t help but think he was the most beautiful person in the world. “Every single fucking day I wake up and think of how blessed I am to have you by my side. Whether you work in a desk or fucking -- if you decide to be a damn professional table tennis player. You’re mine, and I’m keeping you.”

You nodded, sniffling once more. “I’m sorry, Cheol.”

He shook his head. Seungcheol pitched forward, pressing his mouth to your hairline. “Don’t be, baby. Just promise me the next time you start thinking like that, you’ll tell me.”

“Cheol --” 

“I know,” he interrupted, though not unkindly. “I know how hard it is. But you’re mine, and you know how I like to take care what’s mine. I can’t do that if you’re not telling me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.”

You swallowed, a deep sigh leaving you. “I love you, Seungcheol.”

“I love you,” he returned, as easily as breathing. "Now let's go get some drinks, some ramen, and then we'll go home and cuddle in bed. Okay?"

You pressed a kiss to his chin, breathing in the smell of his expensive perfume and aftershave. "Okay."

Seungcheol might have flown to the sun, might glow and shine like a star; you might be standing with both feet firmly on the ground, squinting against the sun, watching as he took off. But the thing was, you would come to realize, that no matter how far Seungcheol flew, no matter how close to the sun he got, he would always come back to you.

Always.