This Whole Mini Trilogy Of F2l Is Just

this whole mini trilogy of f2l is just 🧑🏻‍🍳💋

🦋anon here !!! thoughts on your first time riding seokmin? i feel like it’d be half-encouragement from him and half-him losing it over how amazing you feel on top of him ✨

wc: 5.6k

notes: bff2l seokmin x f!reader, established relationship, big dick!seokmin, fingering, piv sex, protected sex, lots of sex and lots of fluff

[part 1] [part 1.5]

"I knew it!"

Soonyoung whacks the table and stands up, eyes glittering as the whole restaurant (and then some) turns to look your way.

"You guys literally wouldn't stop making googly eyes at each other when we all went out last week. And no one believed me!"

"Can you keep it down," you say, desperately trying (and failing) to suppress the bloom of laughter in your chest. "This isn't an episode of Maury."

"Except he is the father, right? Because you call him daddy?" Soonyoung winks devilishly, and Seokmin is all smiles as per usual, except you don't miss how he glances over at you to gauge your reaction first.

"Please shut up before I reveal your laundry list of even more embarrassing...preferences. To put it politely," you retort.

"So I'm right is what you're saying."

And as if he was in a cartoon, Seokmin's eyes widen so big, you think they might just fall out of their sockets.

We'll unpack that later, you tell yourself. You've got enough to handle now—never did you think you'd be so ridiculously happy to reveal to Soonyoung, of all people, the inner workings of your intimate life.

But you are, you're more than happy because you're dating your best friend, your better half, the glowing boy sitting next to you. And even just thinking about what he had said, that he's liked you for years now, sends an unreasonable amount of serotonin to your brain and all the butterflies one could handle everywhere else.

Instead of telling Soonyoung off, you decide to bypass the daddy topic altogether and let your very pointed eye roll do all the talking.

"Fine, fine," he relents, pulling out his phone with a triumphant grin. "Didn't see you as the daddy type anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you protest. "Please don't tell me you're texting that Maury joke to the group chat."

You notice Seokmin likes squeezing your hand when he laughs. It's yet another thing you're learning about him; it gives you the craziest head rush knowing that even though you thought you knew everything there was to know about your best friend, dating him only drew you in deeper, taught you new things everyday. Like how he only uses the yellow heart emoji for you, or the slow, romantic move of his lips when you kiss in the morning and the rough of his hands up your shirt.

"No, I'm telling Cheol he owes me twenty bucks." He pauses. "But I should, huh?"

--

It's in the parking lot of Seokmin's apartment complex, with his hand on your thigh, when he asks, "Daddy, huh?"

You know he's mostly joking—he still blushes when he sees you in a bra—but for some reason, the whole thing makes your head spin.

"Not really, but I didn't think it was your thing either." The weight of the moment sinks in, the heat of his hand, the hem of your skirt pushed up your legs. "Is it?"

"To be honest," he starts, pausing to look at you, all flushed and pretty—god, he's cute. "It's kinda embarrassing, but—," Seokmin buffers momentarily. "I'm into whatever you're into. I'll do anything."

The instant the words leave his mouth, you're on him.

It's all hands, your sweaty palms over the center console to lean in and kiss him, the desperate fumble of the seatbelt buckle. Hands that you've known your whole life but are something new, reborn in this moment.

"Fuck, fuck," you breathe, and you grab his hand to shove under your skirt and press right against your panties, already warm with arousal. "See how wet I am? Just from your hand on my leg?" Your lips meet his again, tongue and teeth and the moan in the back of his throat as he starts to rub you through your underwear. "I should be the one embarrassed."

His thumb presses against your clit, just enough to make you shudder.

"No, never." He leans in to kiss you but opts to press his forehead against yours instead, and the hand under your skirt stills so you can actually focus on what he's saying. "Can I say this? I want you so bad."

"Then what are we waiting for!"

And you almost close your own damn hand in the car door with excitement.

You wish you could say you acted with more poise on the way to his room (still empty—thank god Soonyoung has a social life), but all you can say is that you pray security never watches the elevator footage.

When you're in front of his apartment door, he drops his keys, and in your shared horny stupor, you both fall to your knees to pick it up, laughing between kisses as you sort through the seemingly endless keyring for the right one.

As soon as the door is closed behind you, Seokmin's leaning you against it, your bottom lip between his teeth in another kiss.

"Are we gonna fuck," you breathe, and your hands search for the hem of his tee to pull it off. "Please tell me we're gonna fuck."

You meet his eyes, tar black with want, then remember your composure.

"Only if you wanna, though. Swear," you add.

Seokmin clasps your hands, still wrapped around the cotton of his shirt, to lift them up to his lips and kiss them, like you're in a fairytale.

"Respectfully, there is nothing I want more than to blow your back out." His eyes widen when he realizes his brain filter has faltered yet again, and he self corrects—"I-I mean, I was planning for it to be more romantic, but—"

"Yes. The answer is yes."

You let your eyes meet once again, and it feels like something is truly unlocked in you.

This time the sex means something, these years and years of puppy love, of trying and failing to love other people because it's always been each other. And you want him, all of him, more than anything else.

The race to take each other's clothes off is neither poetic nor graceful, but there's something about the way your lips can't be apart for more than a second, how your blood feels like it sizzles under your skin at every touch, and the youthful, innocent way you both giggle when you almost fall over trying to step out of your panties—it's neither of your first times, but it sure feels that way, in the best way possible.

The plane of the door is cool against your bare back, and you arch into it as Seokmin's teeth find the soft skin of your neck and trail down to your collarbones.

When your hand wraps around his cock, hot and heavy, he whimpers against your skin. Fuck, it's not the first time you've seen his size (not even close), but you feel your little hand barely come around it and it still makes your knees weak.

"G-gotta prep you," Seokmin breathes. You instinctively hike your thigh up, and he gladly pins it against the door with one big hand and uses his free one to run a careful, reverent finger over the heat of your cunt. "Is this ok?" he asks, eyes glittery under his lashes as he kisses the bloom of a new hickey.

"Yeah, fuck, 's more than ok." you say it so easily, but the mere idea of having him finally inside you actually makes your pussy ache from being so turned on. Luckily, he's not about to deprive you. The pads of his fingers are so big, so rough, against your sensitive skin, and you cry out when he presses a careful digit to your clit.

He's not brave enough to say it now, but you can tell he loves how easy, fragile you become even under the simplest of touches. How his favorite person, strong and confident, can be reduced to this. And he reveres, drinks in the sight of you, heavy-lidded and debauched against his front door, desperately holding his forearm as he pushes just a single finger into your heat.

"Oh, god," you pant, trying to anchor yourself to jacking your boyfriend off. It's hard, given how his hand just feels so, so much better than any toy you have in your bedside drawer, but the way you've also got him under your spell is nothing short of intoxicating.

You watch, almost with an academic intensity, as his jaw just falls open when you run your thumb over a vein on the underside of his cock, fucking him with your fist just as he likes.

No, it hasn't been long since you confessed to him—yeah, his dick was also in your hand even then (but you never were much of a planner)—but you had tried to make up for lost time since.

You had, as Soonyoung so horribly liked to put it, gone to third base (never mind that he knew nothing else about baseball and thought there were more than three bases), but nothing further.

There's territory you had never dared to tread, even as best friends, but as you watch him melt into yet another kiss and feel the race of his heartbeat under the broad, tanned plane of his chest, secrets only yours to keep, you realize there's nowhere you'd rather be.

He pushes a second digit into you, and, regrettably, you're already almost over the edge. Who can blame you? Once he learned what you liked, he had no difficulty in spoiling you—you could almost say he was addicted to getting you off, the way he loved you. He curls his fingers deep inside you, right against your g-spot, and a white hot bolt of pleasure races up your spine.

(You remember the first time you came on his hand. He sucked on your clit and spread you open with just two fingers, and you came so hard you cried. He kissed all the tears from your cheeks, and after double, triple, and quadruple checking you were fine, he buried his head in your cunt to make you cry all over again.)

"N-need three," you gasp, tightening your hold on his wrist. You can swear his dick jumps a mile in the grip of your other hand, and you release it so he doesn't cum too quickly. "Gotta, gotta make sure you fit in my tiny cunt, huh?"

Seokmin nods, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, and gladly obliges, feeling you stretch around his three fingers. Judging by the way he sucks in a deep breath, sounding somewhere between a whine and a wounded noise, you know he's imagining the hug of your pussy around his cock, just how goddamn tight and slutty you'll really be just for him.

God, three fingers barely fit, but as he pushes past the first knuckle, the pressure in your belly coils more tightly than you could ever have imagined.

Helplessly, you watch the muscles on his forearm shift as he continues fucking you open on his hand.

You remember the summer you noticed how strong he had gotten. He was a junior lifeguard, and your days were filled with the endless August sun and his suntanned figure, painted crimson by the sunset with a surfboard on his shoulder.

That first night, the minute he dropped you off at your place, you had snaked a guilty hand down your bikini, playing with your clit and imagining it was him splitting you open against that lifeguard tower.

"God, fuck, how are you so fucking tight?" he murmurs under his breath. Hearing his voice drop like that makes you clench hard, and as the heel of his palm crashes into your clit once again, you cum so hard, your knees really do buckle.

He's got you, pulling you flush to his body with a strong arm around the small of your back as you catch your breath.

"Careful—did too good of a job, huh?" he laughs, sunshine smile making his cheeks glow.

He is so goddamn cute, but being pressed against his bare chest is not helping the situation downstairs, and instead of kissing his nose like the romantic in you wants to, you lean into him so that he can feel how hard your nipples are, how desperate you really are. And then you kiss his nose (impulse control is hard!).

"You did so, so good," you say, trailing slow, wet kisses to his cheek, his jaw, his earlobe. Your hand finds his weeping cock again, and you can hear him swallow hard as you start playing with him again. "I need you, Seok, 'm so ready for you."

"H-how do you want me?" Seokmin asks breathlessly. "I'll do it all, fuck, whatever you want."

"You're lucky I'm feeling nice right now." You kiss his jaw again, and you absolutely delight in how quickly he tips his chin up so you can better access him. You adore that about him, how vulnerable and trusting he is around you. His love is open-hearted, and you never, ever want to take that for granted. "On the bed, preferably. I want our first time to be on a flat surface."

"Door's not flat enough?" he laughs, but he starts walking backwards, arms still wrapped tight around your middle. He lets you guide him all the way to the bedroom, which should have been an easy task if not for Seokmin almost tripping over air every three steps in his excitement. "Could be sexy?" He wiggles his eyebrows, and you're too horny to stop yourself from laughing in the absolutely lovesick way you tend to laugh nowadays.

"Can't ride you standing up, can I?"

And then Seokmin bites his lip to stifle what could possibly be the most embarrassing moan in the world before you push him so the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed.

"Come on, now," you tease. Watching him scramble back to lay against the pillows, monster cock slapping his washboard abs, feels like a borderline crime, but it's so hot in that undeniably Seokmin way. You can't possibly describe it with any other words.

"Hold on," he says, opening one of the bedside drawers. He fumbles around for a beat, the weak lamp not helping much, and procures a shiny foil-wrapped condom. "Got the one that's supposed to make the girl feel good."

"Oh my god." You watch as your stupidly hot boyfriend tears the thing open with his teeth, grinning all the while, and you feel your heart actually swell to an inhumane size. Wonderful, kind Seokmin, who has the biggest goddamn dick you've ever seen and still gets the condom that would make you feel good, just in case.

"If I neigh, will you laugh?" Seokmin asks, completely serious as he rolls the condom onto his dick. It takes you completely by surprise, and he doesn't even need to say anything else for you to laugh, a full body one. He laughs too, and you know he's rambling because that's what he does when he has the jitters, which you somehow have too.

And when the silence settles, it's just you and him and the dew of the lamplight. He admires you as you stand by the bedside, quietly as to not make you feel rushed. There's no reason why either of you should be anything but comfortable (you've seen him with rivers of snot running down his face—on multiple occasions, but the worst was when he didn't get the lead role in the school musical senior year. And you two don't even talk about the time he walked in on you, butt-naked, washing your panties in his bathroom sink when your period took you by surprise. Like a good best friend, he drove to the drugstore to buy you pads. Now there's always a box in his bathroom drawer, like an unsaid kindness).

You straddle him, cunt hot and slick over his abs as you settle onto your thighs, and you feel yet another rush overtake you. Somehow, somewhere inside the pit of your chest, you're a bit nervous.

Even now, when he's sucking the breath out of your lungs in another searing kiss, you feel this overwhelming need to be perfect for him. More than a best friend.

"Sorry, I—," you pause to peck the corner of his smile, feeling the words spin around in your brain like it's a washing machine. "Are we doing this?"

"Do you want to?" His hands run up and down your sides, comfortingly. "We don't have to."

"No, I really, really want to." And it's hard to say it, because you've always been the more confident half, but you do. "I just wanna do it right."

"Baby." The squeeze of your hands again. "You could never do it wrong. Ever."

The earnest way he looks at you makes all of the confidence flood back into your body, and you're suddenly overcome with all the affection your body can handle.

That, and he tenses his abs as he settles deeper onto the bed, and you feel it on your clit, reminding you that you are, in fact, so turned on you might actually die.

Get out of your head and fuck your best friend, you tell yourself, and you wonder why you were so silly for worrying earlier.

"Ready?" Seokmin asks with a gentle tap of the soft flesh at your hips.

"You should be asking yourself that," you laugh, fully recovered and now admiring the mess you've made out of Seokmin. His lips are swollen and glossy, and there's nothing, absolutely nothing, you want to do more than to ruin him.

"That's my girl," he says warmly. "So pretty when you laugh."

"Your girl, huh?" You begin rocking your hips back and forth, letting his dick slide between your pussy lips. "Mmm, I like the sound of that."

You watch his eyes flutter shut as he slowly exhales, finally feeling the relief you're sure he was so desperately craving. "Y-yeah, fuck. I'll call you whatever you want."

"Whatever I want? Oh, you better be careful giving me that kind of power." You grin down at Seokmin, who is furrowing his brow perhaps in the cutest way you've seen from him yet.

You can tell he's trying his best to hold back—his hands rest firm on your hips, and he can very well grind you on his cock himself. You feel the latex slide over the hood of your clit as you sway oh so slowly over him, watching every little muscle in his face as his lip quivers with another broken moan.

"God, you're so hot," he whispers. "Can't believe we're doing this. 'M so lucky."

"Please shut up." You lean down to peck him and are met with the tiniest, softest little kisses all over your lips and your chin because he can't be bothered to aim when the love of his life is about to sit on his dick for the first time. "You're gonna make me like you more."

"That's a good thing, right?"

Deciding to put him out of his misery, you reach behind you to position his dick at your entrance. It's already so, so sensitive from all the foreplay that even just feeling the pressure of it against your skin has you curling your toes in anticipation.

You sink down on him for what feels like a fraction of a millimeter, and already you know he's big big in you. You suck in a deep breath, giving yourself a beat to adjust as your lungs fill and your cunt clenches so hard, other muscles down there feel compromised.

With both of your hands against his chest, hair mussed and cheeks flushed, you look so much more beautiful than Seokmin could ever dream of, but he's too focused on how you're biting your cheek and gasping at how he just stuffs you so, so fucking full.

"A-am I too big? We can, like, stop," he stammers. "Had no idea your pussy's so fucking tiny, holy shit."

Yeah, maybe it's been a while since you've been fucked by a non-silicone dick (hard to sleep with other men when you've wanted only one for god knows how long). But you know the drill, and you bob, albeit a little noncommittally, up and down, and fuck his cockhead in and out of you. The first time's always a stretch, the second time a little less so, and by the third, you're already fuzzy-brained.

"I-I'm serious," Seokmin babbles, obviously not in control of his dick as you feel it pulse inside of you.

"Shhshhshh—" you gently cover his mouth with one hand to prevent any more of his worrying. "Look at what you do to me," you say, voice barely above a whisper, as you splay out your other hand over your stomach. And then you sink down as far as you can on him, slowly, torturously, and you see his eyes widen as the back of your hand swells with how you give way for his cockhead and bulge out with his size.

"Mmph—shit," Seokmin whimpers, still muffled by your hand. "Holy."

He watches as his cockhead disappears over and over again into the heat of your cunt, god, he can hear Soonyoung's voice in his head (it's saying, just the tip, just the tip, in that infuriatingly endearing middle-school cadence), but he had no idea it would look and feel so good.

"You're perfect, so fucking perfect. So good at riding me," he manages, fingernails leaving crescents in your sides with how he's clinging to you.

With every bounce of your hips, you start to fall into a comfortable rhythm. You're sinking deeper and deeper onto him, and although it's not much, you're hell-bent on fucking the shape of his dick into you until he can fit all the way, till he can see you take all of him, feel you flush against him.

"Fuck, no wonder your girlfriends always wanted to stay the night, cock's so fucking good," you sigh, already feeling an orgasm building up in your tummy.

"Jealous?" You pout down at him in reply. "You really shouldn't be."

He experimentally rocks his hips up, meeting you in the middle so you don't have to do all the work, and his cockhead drags against you in a way that rips some strangled, pornstar mewl from your chest and makes your thighs positively shake around him.

"Was thinking about you the whole time," Seokmin finishes, brows knit together as you squeeze so tight around him, his words going right to your cunt as you process what he just said.

You imagine a pretty girl's lips wrapped around Seokmin's cock, all the while he's thinking about you taking him down your throat, cum running down your chin. No wonder when it actually happened last week, he looked at you like you had walked straight out of a dream.

"Every time?"

He nods and rocks up again, and you feel like an organ will explode inside you. Maybe it will, given how you've got that tummy bulge you've only dreamed of in your horniest fantasies.

"S-Seok," you breathe, tears pooling at your lashline as he holds you still so he can fuck the few inches of cock into you that you've taken so far. "A-ahh, fuck, oh, oh my god."

"Feels good? Let me take care of you, angel? Please?"

It feels like a rhetorical question given how he's already started to bounce you up and down like a fleshlight, but you're not coherent enough to even think about the answer pouring out of your mouth, more, m-more, deeper, please, please, god please. You look down as he enters you again, and you see just how, even though you haven't taken him all the way yet, you've creamed his cock so fucking good, it should be on the front page of Pornhub.

It's then that you realize it's not just a want for him to split you open, it's a need.

Partially because it's been the subject of half of your teenage dreams, partially because you realize you are out of practice and your poor legs may just give out.

Seokmin hesitates briefly, likely (validly) concerned he's going to break you if he puts his whole cock in you.

"Remember how you said you wanted to break my back?" you say in your most level, non-fucked out voice. "Like twenty minutes ago."

"Respectfully," he adds. He smiles, but his jaw is clenched with the feeling of your heat around him.

"Well. I need you to make good on that promise." You sink down on him as far as you can go, because if you go any further, you're convinced all the muscles in your thighs will actually liquefy. "N-need your help, baby."

It seems like that's all he needs to hear, because he's hoisting you off his body as gently as he can and onto your back, not forgetting the pillow under your hips (thoughtful as ever).

And it's like this, with your hands laced with his above your head, eyes locked, and lips so close you're breathing the same breaths, that he fucks into you, deep, all the way.

He bottoms out in you, slowly, carefully, and it feels like fireworks go off in your body as the stretch turns to liquid pleasure, the mind-numbing kind you've been craving.

"F-fuck..." you whine, near-drooling already.

"Everything okay so far?"

You squeeze his hands in reply and he squeezes back, like he always does. You know Seokmin said he wished things were more romantic, but you can't imagine this being any more perfect.

Now, pinned under Seokmin's gaze, you feel swallowed whole by years and years of caged up affection.

He's let it leak, the glimmers of just how fucking much he loves you, needs you.

The long, lingering gazes (he was never subtle, and he's more shameless about it now that you've started dating), and you hate to admit it, but he's the first thing you look for in any room. How it's never just one orgasm with him, how he can spend hours with his hand under the blanket, between your thighs as you both ignore yet another movie.

He still pretends flowers he picks one by one at the farmers market are premade bouquets.

And now, Seokmin's holding your hands as he stretches your cunt like a pornstar, and you're in love with him.

When you smile at him, his already slow pace falters, and he buries his head in the space between your neck and your shoulder.

"Sorry," he laughs quietly, pressing a wet kiss to your bare skin. "Get embarrassed sometimes around you. Can you believe it? I still do."

"No reason to. You're doing so good," you reply, a bit strangled because he shifts his hips further up into you so his cockhead's snug against your g-spot. "God, Seok, you're so fucking hot. We've been best friends half my life and I haven't told you that nearly enough."

You can feel his face heat up, but he doesn't relent. "God, I love you." he says, pressing another kiss to your neck, right at your pulse point so you keen right into him. "Can I fuck you? Better than my other girlfriends?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

This time, he fucks you. For real.

His hips crash into the back of your thighs so hard, you move up the mattress, and he abandons the whole hand-holding thing to instead wrap his arms around your torso, pressing your chests flush and connecting your bodies—skin to skin, heart to heart, his forehead against yours.

"Mmmh, god, fuck, so fucking big," you drawl, jaw hanging open as you slur your words. "A-ah, fucking me so good, baby."

Seokmin watches you, crowned by his bedsheets, as you beg for him harder, deeper—seeing you so ready and desperate for him fills him with a possessiveness he's never experienced before.

And this time it's his turn to smile, but he can't smile at you like that. Not when he's fucking you so good, you're ruined for anyone else.

"You like it like this, huh?" he asks. "Like feeling me split your perfect fucking pussy open? Better than your other boyfriends, huh?"

You nod, babbling yes, yes, yes over again. Something about how low and gravelly his voice gets in your ear, how he asks you if he's pleasing you in the most sincere voice as he slams into you hard enough to bruise, is sending you spiraling into a high you don't think your body is ready to handle yet.

"Seok, baby, tell me how good I'm taking you," you whine, toes curling and thighs shaking as they're wrapped around him. Your cunt is squeezing around him so hard, you're surprised he's able to still move. "Wanna hear it from you."

"S-so good, 's like you're made for me." Seokmin's delirious with pleasure, licking your neck and trailing open mouth kisses wherever he can. "Your perfect face and your perfect cunt, everything." His hips stutter inside you, god, you're so high, you're just making noises at this point.

When he bottoms out fully one more time, your orgasm hits you before you even comprehend it coming, and you cry out so loudly, it feels like your soul leaves your body. Your back arches off the bed, and you tremble limply in Seokmin's arms.

He moans, full bodied and low, only seconds after—shit, get so tight when you cum—when he cums in the condom, and your mind fogs with the brief thought of him pumping all that cum into your kitty and knocking you up. Maybe he'd eat you out afterward too, but the thought is making you horny for an experience you cannot physically handle right now.

"Oh my god," you croak. You blink dumbly up at your boyfriend, who now hovers over you, equally as spent and lovestruck. "Why the fuck didn't we do this sooner?"

"They say the best things are worth waiting for," he replies, laughing softly as he tucks a piece of sweaty hair behind your ear. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to how beautiful you are in these moments, dazed and radiant and covered in him. "That was okay, right? As good as you expected?"

"Better. And I have a pretty good imagination." Your lips feel like they're moving through quicksand and your eyelids heavy, but you know it's the post-orgasm haze you're wading through. And you don't even want to think about how your entire lower body will feel in approximately thirty minutes. "I think you fucked the spirit out of my body. It's a miracle I'm talking to you right now."

You hear a dull smack in your vicinity and a quiet whoops, and you hope it's not the tied-off condom missing the trash can (it is. He has terrible aim.)

But you let him sidle next to you in bed and swallow you up in his big, warm arms. "Miracle, huh? Guess I'm pretty lucky then."

"You're not supposed to be so sweet right now, you know. It's hurting my feelings," you jokingly protest, grinning when he kisses your nose.

"So you don't want me to order tacos? For after your nap?"

And of course both of those things sound perfect, because you forget Seokmin knows you inside and out (in more than one way now, you suppose), and he's spent more than one evening waking you up after you crash on his couch with a post-nap snack.

"Hmm.. But a nap is tempting...So are tacos." You settle into his warmth, enjoying the wonderful yet terrifying feeling of being so known. But you wouldn't have it any other way. "Reparations for you actually breaking my back."

"Wait. Did I actually?"

"No, god no," you laugh. "Just maybe my legs and also my pussy."

"Oh, good." He smiles wide, the kind where his whole face scrunches up in joy. "Then I have permission to carry you around for the next 24 hours?"

"I won't stop you," you say, mid-yawn. "Does Soonyoung know I'm over? Should we at least try to make it look like we didn't almost rail on his front door?"

"He probably already knows," Seokmin replies. "He told me to do the pillow thing when you were in the restaurant bathroom."

"Gross. But good. It worked." You shut your eyes tight. "God, I can't believe they all know about us now. I feel so seen. So perceived. Everyone will know I was bullshitting when I said there was no way I had feelings for you."

"Is that a bad thing? Do you wish we kept it a secret?"

You bury your face into the side of his body and wail, "No. That's the worst thing about it. That's how much I like you."

It's true—even you, self-proclaimed mystery, wants everyone in the world to know you're dating Lee Seokmin.

He kisses your forehead, more tenderly than you think you deserve.

"Take your nap. Wouldn't want you to wake up to cold nachos."

"Oh, you're ordering nachos too? I love you. I love you so fucking much."

He laughs because he knows you're probably delirious from how you got your world rocked less than half an hour ago, but you mean it. You mean it with your whole fucking chest, the one presently covered in spit and sweat and hickeys, and as he squeezes your hand one last time, you think about how Seokmin said he was the lucky one between the two of you.

No, there's no way. Not when you're lying in the arms of someone who looks like they've been carved out of marble, who just happens to know every single one of your phone numbers and your drive-thru orders and the answers to your online banking security questions.

"I know you're still awake," Seokmin chides softly, pressing the furrow between your brows (it's your thinking face).

"Fine. But I really do love you, okay?"

"Love you more."

You'd fight him on this one too, but you're too happy to say another word.

✨ back-again with this gem ✨. chenle’s a loveable lil-shit 😂

field day | jung sungchan

pairing: sungchan x fem!reader

synopsis: when you, as cheer captain, are best friends with the pride and joy of the soccer team, rumors are bound to fly around.

genre: high school au, soccer au, bff2l, fluff

words: 7.5k

warnings: language, jung “the risk i took was calculated but man am i bad at math” sungchan

request: sungchan + ball + “ everyone is looking at us. is that a good or a bad thing? ” (from the first option) ^__^

song recs: after school - weeekly / pleaser - wallows / some - bol4 / sweet talk - saint motel / love so sweet - cherry bullet

a/n: i tried recalling some hs memories for this and im hoping i wasnt the only one that went through the “shipped with a random dude” ordeal LOL. i haven’t written shorter fics in a while so i’m glad i got to. tq for requesting, lovepie <33

In high school, peer pressure tends to come in different forms. For you, it’s taken the shape of this.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” 

You look around your classmates, scanning each and every face chanting with glee like you’re a star player scoring the winning point. The tall figure shifts beside you, glancing at you like a blinking idiot. You’re not even on the losing team but it feels just as frustrating.

You glare at the boy beside you. The trouble is Jung Sungchan. The trouble has always been Jung Sungchan. 

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• part 2

The Best Friends Code Part Two - Reader x Hongjoong, Seonghwa (NSFW)

This is an Ateez fic.

PART ONE HERE. FINAL PART HERE.

Summary: When Hoongjong invites you and Seonghwa to a house party, you aren’t sure what he has up his sleeve but you know that you will follow him into any plan regarding the code that he has created. 

Genres and warnings: smut. fem pronouns. threesome. voyeurism. unprotected sex. creampie, facial. dirty talk. reader is called “pet”. (lemme know if i missed anything.)

Word count: 5,049.

This fic is not meant to represent Hongjoong or Seonghwa in any way, shape or form.

              “This is your idea of fun?” You shout over the music.

               Hongjoong shouts back, “What?”

               You know he heard you but all you do is roll your eyes, slouching back against the wall. You weren’t sure what you were anticipating when Hongjoong said you were going to hang out this weekend but it definitely did not involve a house party.

               In fact, you just assumed…

               You shake your head, clearing your thoughts. Thinking about what happened two weekends ago would be a sure-fire way to drive yourself crazy. Hongjoong hadn’t mentioned the best friends code or what transpired that one afternoon and you sure as hell weren’t going to bring it up either. This is why it was a bad idea, you think glumly, now it is making things weird. Well, just weird on your end, apparently, because Hongjoong has been acting the exact same he always has.

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*no smut, just (highly?) suggestive ~

masked intentions || lc x reader

summary: you and chan decided to pick out each other’s costumes for a halloween party, but he thinks it’d be funny to switch out your real costume for something a bit more scandalous 

warnings: swearing, alcohol, suggestive content (18+) 

word Count: 1.4k

a/n: reworked this piece originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

masterlist + ko-fi

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a happy coincidence 💬😉

wrong number...

group: stray kids !

pairing: neighbor!han jisung x f!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive + allusions to sex (MDNI)

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, jisung is referred to as hannie, ji, sungie, highly suggestive scene, jisung is a barista. MDNI

authors note: this scenario is such a jisung thing to do i cant even lie. again, minors please do not interact with this post as it is highly suggestive. this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 3102

“oh you’re so dead”

you and jisung have been playing a new game that came out two days ago. you’re in a 1v1 right now, but ji keeps playing sneaky.

“stop hiding, i wanna actually fight you”

he slowly crouches towards your avatar, quickly pulling out his sword and attacking you at the speed of light. you couldn’t even land a single hit on him because it was knocking you so far back. you decided to accept your fate, respawning seconds later.

“next time we’re fighting face to face. it’s unfair if you sneak up on me”, you say with a fake pout.

jisung tries to ignore what that adorable pout of yours does to him, but it just looks too adorable to think about anything else. “ughh fineee”, he whines.

you two make your way to the kitchen, preparing the ramen you had just bought the day before. you made sure to buy the regular version for jisung though, he’s pretty bad with spicy food.

once you finish making it, you hand it to jisung and sit down on the couch to watch a new kdrama. it wasn’t uncommon to do this with jisung. it’s become a weekly routine, and it’s just what you need after a long week at work. 

friends always hang out like this, right?

you walk into the coffee shop right after work. you’re so glad it’s right next to your home. in your personal opinion, no coffee shop will ever compare to this one. maybe it’s because of the coffee, maybe it’s because of the incredibly hot barista.

“your usual?”, jisung asks you as you walk in. “obviously”, you roll your eyes. you grab your drink once it’s done and pull out your laptop, catching up on some more work. 

jisung loves when you come to the shop, it’s his favorite time of his shifts. he admires how hardworking you are, coming into a coffee shop to work right after you finished your shift. 

he finds it adorable how your eyebrows pinch together while you’re working. he loves the color of your rosy lips and-

“jisung!”, he was shaken out of his thoughts by an annoyed jeongin. he jerks his head towards jeongin now, a little confused as to what happened.

“what?”, ji asks. “just tell her you like her at this point man”, jeongin complains.

“what do you mean?”

“you like her don’t you? you’re always staring at her when she’s here”

“no she’s just my friend! absolutely not. heh… no. maybe…”

jeongin is unamused. “you totally like her, you’re just in denial dumbass”

jisung rolls his eyes and gets back to work. maybe he does like you, he’s not sure yet. it’s not okay to like your best friend, he knows that, but the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks he truly does like you.

it’s just a stupid crush. he’ll get over it eventually.

on nights like these, you’re so lucky to have jisung as your next door neighbor. at this rate, you’re practically getting white girl wasted at every party. jisung’s always brought you home after these functions. 

maybe that’s why you like him so much. he’s so caring and kind towards everyone, not to mention he’s gorgeous and- wait. what are you even talking about? you don’t like him, you can’t. he’s your best friend, that’s all he’ll ever be.

that’s all you tell yourself as jisung drives you home. he always stays sober at parties, making sure he can drive you home after a hectic night. 

you get out of the car once you arrive home, stumbling all over the place. you’re glad jisung’s always there to hold you. 

he walks you into your home, making sure you’re safe before leaving.

“no! stay.”, you yell a little louder than you wanted to.

he chuckles at your eagerness. “just let me get changed, we can watch a movie yeah?”

you smile at him and let him get ready, stumbling your way to your room. you begin to wriggle out of your clothes, the material already riding up your thighs. 

you try to pull it up, but your arms are facing upwards in the air. you try to loosen it and wiggle around a little, but it won’t budge. 

shit. you’re stuck.

what’s even worse it that the sequins start scratching your face, and you are certain most have cut you. you can feel them digging into your skin, crying out in pain.

not too long after, jisung makes his way into your house. he calls out for you, “y/n? you ready yet?”

“ji! i need help”, you yell back.

he quickly makes it to your room and opens the door, “what’s wro- OH GOSH”. he quickly covers his eyes. 

“i’m stuck in my dress, i can’t get it off”, you whine, “i think the sequins are cutting me, please help”

he makes his way over to you, closing his eyes and pulling the dress off you. he didn’t want to freak you out, so he turned around and sat on your bed while he waited for you. 

you finish getting ready for the movie, wearing a simple t-shirt and some shorts. “i’m ready now”

he turned around, noticing your cuts instantly. he quickly runs to the bathroom and grabs a couple of bandaids. cleaning your arms up with a couple of alcohol wipes, he patches them up. 

“thank you sungieeee”, you beam at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back. he didn’t want to admit what that nickname just did to him.

you both got up to go and watch a couple episodes of that one kdrama, bringing a bunch of snacks with you. late night binging was the best with jisung, he always knew how to entertain you for hours.

it was getting later into the night, and you could feel sleep knocking at your door. you really wanted to finish the episode, but you couldn’t keep yourself up long enough. 

jisung smiles at your sleeping figure, carefully taking the snacks from your hands and placing them on the table. 

he gets up to leave, but you stop him. youre subconsciously clinging onto his arm, preventing him from leaving. he doesn’t want to wake you, so he just lets sleep take over his body too. 

he couldn’t get over how domestic it seemed, maybe he did like you…

jisung woke up that day not only to you cuddling him, but to you entirely straddling him. he couldn’t get up, so he decided to wait till you woke up. your face was comfortably buried in his neck, and he hoped you couldn’t hear the erratic beating of his heart.

you slowly awake from your slumber to see jisung fast asleep. you examined his features, silently laughing to yourself at the way his cheeks puffed up with every breath. just then did you realize what you were doing.

embarrassed, you tried to get off jisung as quietly as possible, making sure not to wake him. after all, you didn’t want any awkward moments. you were hesitant to leave, his body was emitting some kind of warmth you had. never felt before, but you carefully got off and sat next to him.

jisung tried his best to keep the act up, he didn’t want you to be embarrassed, so he continued to “sleep” for a little while after you got up. 

while waiting for him, you start making breakfast. you quickly dump some rice in the pan and crack two eggs, when you hear footsteps behind you.

“good morning sleepyhead”, you teased. “morning…”

you were almost frozen in shock. you loved his voice the way it was, calming and soft, but something about his morning voice made your heart flutter.

you finish preparing breakfast and eat together. both of you play a couple matches of that new game and jisung leaves shortly after. you start to think back to this morning again, you’re glad he was still asleep. 

or so you thought.

“jeongin please what do i do?!” 

jisung was pacing his room. he’s never felt this way about someone before, and it seems that his feelings are only getting stronger.

“just tell her oh my gosh, it’s obvious she likes you back”

no. that can’t be. you’re just friends, right? you’ve never showed any different type of affection towards him. you couldn’t possibly like him, not the way he liked you.

“no jeongin, she doesn’t like me. not at all. not like that…”

jeongin frowned at him. it was difficult seeing his best friend like this, but it was also kind of funny watching his friend fall desperately in love.

“you both have heart eyes when you look at eachother, it makes me sick”

jisung stops in his tracks. “heart eyes…?”. his mind is too hazy to think right now. what if you truly don’t like him. should he even confess to you? would it be worth possibly ruining your friendship for?

“dude, you have to tell her. i know how you feel ji, you just need to tell her that. i’m sure she’ll understand, i can tell she really likes you.”

“well you don’t even know her- she’s different with me”, he pouts. 

“well i see the way she looks at you, and the smile on her face when she’s with you. her smile practically reaches her eyes when you hand her order to her. she doesn’t do that with me, ji”

jisung’s mind starts to run faster. ‘maybe she does like me’, ‘maybe shes just being friendly’, ‘she can’t possibly love someone like me’

“jeongin…”, he trails off.

jeongin sits jisung down and puts a hand on his shoulder. “hey, talk to me… what’s up?”

“jeongin i think im in love with her”

jeongin’s eyes widen. “you’re in love…?”

“i think so, i really do. i’m sorry im ranting about this because it’s super sappy but i genuinely think i love her. i love every single thing about her jeongin… she even has a special nickname for me!”

jeongin laughs at his comment. “awww how cute”, he teased. “shut up.”

jisung didn’t know how to confess. he really wanted to but he didn’t want to ruin those special saturdays he had with you. things would just be awkward. 

friends or lovers… he just wants you with him.

you’re spending yet another day after work in the coffee shop, trying your best to get things done but you’re too distracted. jisung’s off his shift but he’s still sat next to you with a book in his hands, waiting till you finish your work.

he sees jeongin playfully raising his eyebrows and responds to his teasing with a stern look. jeongin just laughs it off and continues working.

you can’t seem to focus on work, it’s getting too boring. instead, you’re busy staring at jisung’s face. the way his lips form a little pout when he’s focused on reading, his nose scrunching a little and eyes squinting as he tries to read the small text. 

it’s been difficult to admit it to yourself, but you’re starting to realize you feel different towards jisung. recently, you’ve been seeing him as something more than just a friend. you think you might really love him.

you know it’s not right, but it’s not like you can control your feelings like that. he’s so attentive with you, so caring and understanding, you’d be a fool to not love someone like him. you wondered if he felt the same way. probably not, you decided you wouldn’t feed your delusions with the thought.

you smile at him, examining his gorgeous features. jeongin’s looking at you, smiling to himself, but you don’t seem to notice.

you don’t think you could ever get bored of jisung.

you’re in bed, and you can’t seem to fall asleep. it’s almost four in the morning, but your mind is running. 

does jisung even love you back? there’s no way he wants someone like you right? you’re not even that special. you don’t even look or act anything like his type, you’re certain he just thinks of you as a friend.

your thoughts get worse, and you seem to be overthinking every single thing. you’re almost about to cry when you hear your phone blowing up. 

you check your phone ‘hannie <3’, it reads. what would jisung be texting you for at four in the morning?

hannie <3: jeongin i love y/n

hannie <3: like i actually do

hannie <3: im not even questioning it anymore, i actually love her

hannie <3: how can i even bring this up to her

hannie <3: fuck what do i do

hannie <3: wake up pls i need help

holy shit. jisung loves you back? and jeongin knew about it? you feel betrayed that jeongin didn’t hint at it, but you’re ecstatic.

jisung. loves. you. back.

it’s not all in your head. you’re not delusional. he loves you. and you love him.

y/n: well why don’t you just tell her?

hannie <3: oh thank god you’re up

hannie <3: how do i even tell her? i don’t know what to say

y/n: well, first off all, list some things off that you love about her

you’ll admit it’s really evil what you’re doing right now, but you can’t help it. this is your chance to get him back after the countless pranks he’s pulled on you. 

hannie <3: okay well i really like her eyes

hannie <3: and her lips look super super soft and so pretty

hannie <3: sorry that sounds really weird

hannie <3: and i really love her hands

hannie <3: they’re super warm

hannie <3: and holy shit her fucking voice

hannie <3: it’s so hot you don’t even understand 

hot? you didn’t really think anything about you was hot in any way. you took jisung’s word for it anyways.

y/n: then just tell her how you feel man, it shouldn’t be that hard

you add more attitude in your texts to make it seem believable. you’re surprised jisung hasn’t noticed that he’s texting the wrong person yet. you decide to finally drop the act.

y/n: just text her, tell her how you feel. it’s less heartbreaking that way if you get rejected because you don’t have to face her.

hannie <3: omg you’re so right, lemme text her rq

a moment of silence…

that moment turns into almost three minutes now

jisung’s panicking. his heart is beating a hundred times per second and he doesn’t know what to do. what if he creeped you out? what if you thought it was funny? what if you treated it like a joke? maybe that would be better… maybe he could just play it off. 

you quickly get out of bed. you feel terrible for doing that to jisung, but you still wanted him to have some closure. you don’t bother to change, you just brush your hair a bit and make your way to his door.

knocking on his door, you wait there for a couple seconds before you hear footsteps.

jisung checks through the peephole, his heart dropping to his stomach. he has to face you now, it’s inevitable. he’s preparing himself for rejection.

he slowly opens the door. “hey…”. he’s looking down, face red with embarrassment. he can’t seem to look at you.

“sungie…”

he jerks his head up at the usage of his favorite nickname. “hm?”

“can i come in?”

he opens the door a little more to let you inside. then closes it behind you. he turns around slowly, scared for the words you’re about to say.

instead, you don’t say anything. you pin him against the door, stealing his lips in an electrifying kiss. you weren’t thinking, but you let your emotions take over.

his muscles tensed under your touch, not yet used to this different sensation. he kisses you back with just as much desire, tongues clashing. butterflies erupt in your stomach, you were stupid to not confess before.

you slowly begin to pull away from him, foreheads still touching. you’re breathing heavily into his lips, and he’s looking at you with pure love in his eyes. 

“did we… really just do that?”, he asks breathlessly.

you nod quickly, thinking of what to say next. “i love you jisung. i love you so much you don’t even understand.” 

his knees wobble under him and he tries to think of a response. “i love you so much more, y/n”, he says, pulling you closer so that your chests are now touching. 

“i don’t think that’s possible, baby”

his eyes widen at the pet name, heart thumping louder in his chest. he hopes you can’t hear it.

he kisses you again, this time flipping you around and leading you to his bedroom. he pecks your lips again, then your cheeks, and starts trailing lower to your jaw. 

you tilt your head back to give jisung easier access, letting out soft gasps as he trails open-mouthed kisses down your neck, pushing you onto his bed. you put your hand on the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

“i love you so much y/n”, he whispered between kisses. he pulled down the collar of your shirt, placing kisses onto the exposed skin. the feeling is addicting, definitely something you could both get used to.

his hands trailed down to your waist, lifting up your shirt slightly. he looked up at you, as if to ask for permission, to which you nodded. 

jisung made love to you the rest of that night, holding your hand the entire time and bursting into adorable smiles and giggles every so often.

you walked into the cafe a day later and began working again like you always do. 

jisung was busy staring at you again, extremely pleased that he could stare at his girlfriend without the fear of getting caught. 

“jisung, holy shit”, a lump forms in jeongin’s throat as he notices something different about you.

jisung turns his head towards him, “what’s up?”

jeongin puts a hand on jisung’s shoulder, figuring how to word his next sentence so his best friend doesn’t start panicking again. “is that a hickey on y/n’s neck…”

jisung’s eyes widen and he starts to go bright red, staring at the the crimson colored splotches and bite marks adorning your neck. 

you get distracted staring at jisung again, who’s whispering something to jeongin. you quickly get back to work not too long after, when your thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a loud yell.

“YOU GUYS DID WHAT?!”

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atla headcanons ~~~ 🔥🪨🌊🌬️

SEVENTEEN ATLA HEADCANONS

genre. headcanons. avatar the last airbender au. warnings. none. featuring. ot13 seventeen. wc. 1.6k. (around 100 words each) request. no. a/n. obviously i've been on a svt atla kick since burnt promises, second chances. i'd be open to writing fics for any of these small headcanons if anyone is particularly interested :)

SEUNGCHEOL

Ugh, Cheol is really hard. I kinda see him as any nation and also none at the same time. For the lack of other Water Tribe on the list, I’ll give him Water Tribe, but I don’t even think he’s a bender. He’d be a passionate hunter of the Southern Water Tribe, and a very good one, but not a bender. He’d always be eager to help out and fit his role as a true leader. He’s looked up to because he protects his people without fail. He’s good at strategics and known for his bravery. I see him fitting a role like Sokka’s father, but I don’t see him as anything glamorous like Water Tribe Royalty. He’s down to Earth and humble and honest. He leads and the people follow.

JEONGHAN

Jeonghan is an airbender. He’s witty and intelligent, and a great asset to his nation. He’d be in an Air temple close to the Earth Kingdom, and he often helps out with strategics if they ever need it. Definitely a kind and angel baby, but if there’s anyone who needs dealing with, he will personally take the task up. He’s world renowned and has allies and friends in every single nation. When he’s not busy, he’ll spend his time travelling around and immersing himself in the different cultures of the nations. He’s beaten Water Tribe hunters at their own hunt, evaded earthbender attacks in the ring because of how light he is on his feet. And his agility and wit proves to be useful whenever he goes head to head with a firebender. He can often predict their next moves and avoid attacks before they’re even fired at him.

JOSHUA

Joshua is Water Tribe!! Definitely a Water Tribe prince, or even a poor boy from the Northern Water Tribe whose parents couldn’t afford water bending lessons for him, so he would sneak around and watch lessons without getting caught. He’s mostly self taught, so he’s not exactly the best, but he can still hold his own. If he’s a Water Tribe prince, then he probably got bored with water bending very quickly as a child and started figuring out ways to skip his lessons lol. He knows clever ways to bribe or fool his masters into letting him slack off, but he also has to build enough skill to show at least a little improvement. He’s probably more interested in carving proposal necklaces to give to his future girlfriend than improving his bending skills.

JUNHUI

Jun is Fire Nation, and he’s extremely talented at Fire Bending. He probably runs a tea shop with his family and takes lessons on the side; just a regular middle class kid. He’s not aiming for a military position or anything high up, but he uses his skills to help him in daily life. He might have friends from places higher up in the city, and because of that, he got to take a visit to Royal Fire Academy for Girls. Definitely turns some heads— practically the whole school is crushing on him by the end of the 2 hour visit, and he enjoys the attention that he wouldn’t usually get at home. It’s safe to say that he’s invited back given the significant improvement in attendance and performance after his initial visit. 

SOONYOUNG

Another airbender, only because he’s so agile. Like the spider choreo really makes me see him as someone who just likes to swing around upside down for fun. He’ll play pranks on the older monks, or just anyone he can get his hands on. He’s a lot like Aang in that way. He definitely creates his own airbending moves, because he is a choreographer!!! Somehow takes a trip to the Earth Kingdom because it was his life goal to see a tigerdillo in real life. Once he meets one, he somehow adopts it, and settles down in the Earth Kingdom from there on! He’s perfectly happy, and can he even pose as an earthbender if he’s smart about it.

WONWOO

Anyone could probably guess that I see Wonwoo as Fire Nation. I wrote an entire 14.5k fic about it which is expecting a part 2, but I just think he fits it so much? Especially in a role like the Fire Lord or some notable higher up who is skilled at firebending and definitely owns a dragon (if we’re talking a time period before/during the dragon hunts). He’d be the type to just be a natural at it and reach a high mastery at an early age. He’s such a skilled fighter, and definitely knows how to control his flame. He prefers to study directly from dragons instead of old masters, whose teachings feel regurgitated and watered down, which sounds pretentious, but it’s one of the reasons why he got so good.

JIHOON

I see Jihoon as an Earth bender. He’s short and stout but HE'S SO BUFF. He definitely has the density in him to move some rocks, he’s practically built like The Boulder but without the height????? I definitely see him as part of the royal guard, but definitely not an Earth King. He might teach Earth Bending or get posted out on the coast near the Fire Nation or something— but he definitely has a military position. Somewhere where he can use his earthbending to its full potential. Not the most talkative, but definitely the most efficient, so he climbs the ranks like nobody's business and everyone knows to respect every word that comes out of his mouth. If you say even a word about his height, he’ll throw a rock at your head before you can finish the sentence.

SEOKMIN

It was hard to pick between Water Tribe and Fire Nation for Seokmin, but I think he’s ultimately Fire Nation. I see him as an actor for plays, and he definitely uses his firebending to win over the audience. It got to the point that even though he’s from a small town in the Fire Nation, he became a household name and got increasingly popular until he eventually found himself acting in front of the Fire Lord. Once he got rich enough from it, he got a spot in the most infamous acting troupe in the Fire Nation. His favourite role to play is, of course, the Dragon Emperor in Love Amongst the Dragons.

MINGYU

Just a bulky earthbender I don’t know what to say. He probably got recruited to some military position because he’s fit and can hold his own in a fight, but boy’s just really a sweetheart. He doesn’t enjoy smashing people with rocks, so he tries to get out of the military as soon as possible. He instead works as a carpenter of sorts? Builds elaborate structures with his earthbending, and has a surprisingly artistic touch to his creations. Popular with the older ladies because he is a gentleman.

MINGHAO

I see him as an airbender, but I cannot imagine him with a bald head LIKE HELP. But let's say he is, and for aesthetic purposes, keep the long haired Minghao. He practically floats and flies through the air with his airbendings. He’s probably more of a lemur guy than a sky bison guy. I can imagine him having 1 or 2 lemurs who he spends most of his time with. Obviously very light on his feet and into meditation. He’s one of those star students in the class that the teacher picks as an example for the other students to watch and learn from.

SEUNGKWAN

A waterbender, and he’s good because he focused and studied the traditions of it. He knows the importance of the basics, and when he’s teaching, he can get mad pretty quick if he catches a novice waterbender doing a technique lazily. He teaches them the hard way, making the floor an ice rink or slapping in the face with a water tentacle if they make a silly mistake. But he’s a respected master. (Not to say that he’s old, but he holds the respect of an old master). Also a great healer for the Water Tribe. He thinks it’s important for the men to not just learn how to fight with spears and slices of water, but also to heal the tribe, and he offers his lessons to the women of the tribe as well.

VERNON

Another Fire Nation boy. He’s so skilled he can redirect lightning and all that jazz. He’s a worldwide guy too, so he’s definitely familiar with the other nations and their bending to a certain extent. (Like Iroh, studying the Water Tribe helped him with creating new techniques within firebending). He has a dragon because he’s hot like that, and would hold master firebending classes lol. Definitely has connections to the Royal Family and I could even see him serving as a personal guard or something of that sort. His skills aren’t to be wasted, so he can snag a high paying position practically anywhere he wants.  

CHAN

Earth Kingdom kid from a poor family™, I mean it’s just so clear in my mind. I imagine his mom runs a corner store, and he likes to use his very limited earth bending skills to make the shop look prettier. If the wooden tables break down over time, he’ll earth bend a makeshift counter to display the trinkets for sale. He’s quite charming even though he doesn’t have much to say about himself. In the lower class of the Earth Kingdom, practically everyone knows him because he likes to go around and make new friends when he’s bored. He’ll help out the elderly if they need it, and flash a toothy grin to anyone he comes across.

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