Made For Mekim Seungmin X Fem!reader

⁎⁺˳♡ made for me kim seungmin x fem!reader

summary: "you're the love of my life" kinda sex with pleasure!dom seungmin

word count: 2.1k words

author's note: this ask has taken over my brain and I've had a slow day at work so here we are – have a full fic of utterly whipped, soft!dom Seungmin. this got SUPER sappy, but I hope not too much so

warnings: porn without plot but lots of feelings; dirty talk of the loving kind; unprotected p in v sex (don't do it & pee after sex!); fingering

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Your softness is all Seungmin can feel, think about, sense. The real world is slipping from focus, and he’s surrounded by you, you, you.

You’re all around him; underneath his fingertips where they’re unsteadily brushing against your skin, caged underneath his body where he has you pressed against the sofa, in between his lips where you slip your tongue into his mouth until he’s dizzy.

The warmth of you seeps through his shirt where his body is resting on yours, your soft legs on either side of him, pulling him closer and closer.

He’s hard. Has been since you sighed into his lips, pulling him closer by the back of his neck like he couldn’t be close enough.

He knows you can feel where it’s pressed against your thigh, a matching heat radiating from between your legs, and he feels like he can taste your arousal in the air. The tangy sweet taste of it makes his hip grind into your leg once to alleviate a bit of the pressure, before he slips his hand under your shirt, splaying it over the soft slope of your waist. Your body arches into him as if instinctively, and it thrills him, how responsive you are. It makes you feel so much more real. He struggles with it sometimes, realising you’re really his.

“Seung,” you breathe out, and his heart skips a beat when your voice breaks ever so slightly at the end. He wants to give you anything you ask when you say his name like that.

Your hands wind into his hair and your lips become more insistent, and it sets his whole body on fire with want for you. He pulls away from you and his entire body protests, but he presses another kiss to the corner of your mouth before he pulls you up. You let him manoeuvre you into his lap without so much as a questioning look, and it makes him smile.

He settles you with your back is against his chest and gently brushes your hair from your neck, before burying his nose in your soft skin and inhaling.

“You smell so good,” he whispers into your skin and winds his arms around your waist. A shiver runs down your spine when he brushes his palms down your waist, up and down your thighs, across your belly, just feeling your body under his hands. He lets his hand trail down the inside of your thighs before cupping your clothed core. You sigh out deliciously.

“Can I undress you, baby?” he whispers. You nod your head frantically.

He takes his time with it, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck as he drags his hands to your waistband languidly, popping the button of your jeans and pulling down the zipper. He pushes your pants down and lets you wiggle out of them. Oh, he can definitely smell you now. He indulgently caresses your thighs, feeling the soft, warm skin before gently tugging your shirt over your head, undoing your bra while you’re leaning forward, before pulling you back into his chest and looking down at you.

There’s a deep blush on your cheeks, and he knows it’s because he’s fully dressed, and you’re naked in his lap except for your panties; but you don’t complain or hide, and it’s this trust makes desire pool deep in his abdomen.

“So, so beautiful,” he hums into your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.

He lets his hands run over your breasts, cupping them gently and rolling your hardened nipples between his thumb or pointer finger. Your head falls onto his shoulder and your legs snap shut with a shiver, rubbing against each other to find some relief.

But he can’t have that. His hands fall from your breasts and come to your thighs, hooking them over his own, so he can spread you open for him, just how he wants. The whimper you let out goes straight to his dick. He moves one hand to palm your breast, the other caresses down the inside of your thigh until he’s cupping your heat again. Your hips stutter into his, and you breathe out a moan. He can feel the wet patch on his palm, and he licks his lips, his other hand pinching your nipple. You keen out.

“Let’s take these off,” he mutters and taps your leg, motioning for you to untangle yourself from him enough to pull your panties down and off, before he spread you out for him again.

You’re entirely naked for him, goosebumps littering your soft skin, your core exposed. He feels himself leak into his boxers.

His fingers find your cunt, and he lets out a shaky breath when he finds you thoroughly soaked for him. His fingertips slide through the slickness, circling your clit, travelling down, dipping just slightly into your entrance. He watches as your hips twitch, listens to the broken whine leaving your lips.

He nibbles at your neck as he slowly sinks one finger into you, and you moan, hand winding into the hair on the side of his head. You’re dripping wet for him, and he spreads you out further with his legs, sinking a second finger into your heat to the hilt before pulling them both out, rubbing your clit lightly.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispers into your neck as he sinks into you again. Your back arches and he pulls you closer against his chest, his free hand now going to the other breast. His fingers start pumping into you languidly, the sound of your wetness accompanying every single one of his movements.

“Can you hear how wet you are?” he asks breathlessly, and all you can do is nod, mewling feebly.

“Dripping, all for me,” he mutters, picking up his speed, and you keen out in his hold, thighs flexing but not closing. He smiles to himself. “How did I get so lucky?”

You turn your head to his, looking at him with the most desperate expression on your beautiful face before leaning forward and smashing your lips into his.

He moans into your mouth, rutting his fingers even deeper into you, angling them slightly until he can feel the spongy spot on his fingertips. You mewl into his lips, your nails scratching across his scalp.

He can feel you flutter around his fingers, your walls clenching down hard, and he knows you’re getting close. You’re rocking your hips into his fingers slightly, rubbing against his bulge with every movement, making it incredibly hard to focus.

“I know you’re close, angel,” he mumbles against your lips, an edge to his voice that he can’t conceal, “are you going to cum for me?”

You nod, and he stares at you lovingly, moving his hand from your breast to your throat, pressing down just how he knows you like, and he feels more wetness on his fingers, your cunt clenching rhythmically.

He presses his palm down, so it drags against your clit, and he watches your orgasm build, your hands clawing at his arm and his thighs, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your thighs shaking, and then you’re falling apart, cumming all over his hand with a choked moan.

“There you go, my pretty girl,” he mumbles, pressing hot kisses to your neck as he rides out your orgasm, rutting his fingers deep into you, his composure faltering.

When you’ve gone limp in his grasp, he pulls his fingers out of you carefully, kisses your cheek and scoops you up in his arms. He carries you into the bedroom and places you down on the bed gently, pulling the pillow to sit perfectly under your head. You pull him into your lips immediately, kissing him deeply, and he smiles into your lips. You tug at his shirt until he sits up and throws it onto the floor before coming back to hover over you, your skin on his making him strain against the confines of his jeans. As if you knew, you trail your hand down his chest and rub him. He’s so sensitive at this point, his head falls into the crook of your neck with a groan.

“I need you, Seung,” you purr, “need to feel you inside of me.”

And he doesn’t need to be told twice, standing up from the bed to take off his jeans and boxers, shivering when his cock finally springs free. You’re watching him where you’re lying pretty on the pillows, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your eyes roaming his body. He wants to eat you alive.

When he climbs over you now, his hands are harder, more demanding, yet still gentle as ever. He spreads you open for himself again, slowly, pushing your legs back against your sides, running a finger through the wetness and dipping it into you while he strokes himself. His eyes are glued to you; you’re still so wet, your clit all swollen, and if he wasn’t so desperate, he would lean down and make you cum all over his tongue. But he doesn’t have the self-control, not tonight, not when he’s so hard he thinks he might cry.

He lines himself up with your entrance slowly, eyes briefly flicking up to where you’re perched on the pillows, wordlessly asking for your permission. You nod at him, the love in your eyes mixing with desire, and he pushes the head of his cock into your heat.

He stills there, his breath audibly hitching in his throat, his head falling back as you flutter around him. But then he pushes in further and further, his cock pulsing with every inch that’s sheathed in your slick, hot heat and when he’s bottomed out, he groans, looking into your eyes and watching your eyelids flutter when he slowly pulls out and pushes himself in again.

“You take me so well, angel,” he murmurs out, repeating the slow motion. The sensation makes his toes curl. You whine and flutter around him.

“Like you were made for me.”

And he does it again, your cunt pulling tighter and wetter around him.

“You were made for me,” he repeats, continuing to fuck you so torturously slowly he can feel every ridge of your walls moulding around his cock. His mind clouding over with the pleasure that’s blooming in his abdomen.

“So perfect, and all for me.”

You whimper out underneath him, and he leans down to capture your lips in his before he starts rutting his hips into yours, hard. It’s not fast, but it’s deep, the way he bucks into you. You’re moaning wantonly underneath him, eyes rolling into the back of your head every time the tip of his cock kisses the perfect spot inside of you.

“All for you,” you whisper into his lips, and he loses it, hiking both your legs over his arms, folding you in half as he starts fucking into you desperately. You’ve taken over his senses and he can barely think straight with how you’re sucking him in, how you’re touching him like you still can’t get enough. You’re so fucking perfect.

“What did I do to deserve you,” Seungmin babbles out, hips snapping into you tirelessly, broken moans falling from his lips. He kisses you desperately, and he can feel himself barrelling towards a life-changing orgasm.

“Pretty baby, I need you to cum for me,” he whispers, eyes locking with yours. He thinks he can see his entire future in your eyes.

“Sweet baby, cum on my cock, fuck,” he’s so fucking close, “claim me, I’m fucking yours, oh fuck.”

Your nails dig into his back and your head cants back as you fall apart with a wail, your release forming a creamy ring around the bottom of his cock, and he tries to ride out your orgasm, but he doesn’t stand a chance, desperately fucking himself into you, letting you milk him as he spills into you with a broken whimper.

“I’m sorry, I’m not always good with words,” he whispers into your hair after he helped you clean up, and your bodies are tangled together under the sheets. You pull back to look at him in surprise, opening your mouth as if to say something, but he shakes his head, taking a deep breath.

“I mean it, I’m sorry I don’t tell you that I love you enough. I’m sorry I don’t hold your hand very often. I do love you, though. More than words can express.”

His eyes, that were glued to your intertwined hands during his monologue, finally lift, and he finds you smiling at him.

“I know, Seung,” you say gently, “I’ve never doubted it. Just because you love me in your own way doesn’t mean you don’t love me.”

He’s speechless for a second, tears pricking at his eyes as he looks at you, the smile on your face so peaceful, your eyes sparkling in the dim light. You looked like you meant it.

“How did you find me? Thank God you found me,” he mumbles hoarsely, before he pulls you closer and kisses you with everything he has.

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haze

pairing: taehyun x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

summary: absolutely no plot just pure taehyun brainrot (i genuinely can't get this boy out of my mind)

warnings: none i think??

word count: 342

a/n: hi. i drank. (and this is the result of that). i kinda wish this was longer but at the same time it feels good enough leaving it just as it is???????😵 either way i hope you'll guys enjoy<33 i'll be a bit more active tomorrow i promise today was just stressful and alcohol makes me sleepy😖😖

3 am.

coffee liquor and hushed whispers.

lovingly stares evolving into tiny pecks.

and pecks, turning into heated kisses.

it seemed like the adoration you felt towards taehyun grew at least 10 times stronger whenever you drank, it was like gasoline being added to a fire.

and taehyun?

oh- taehyun enjoyed it all.

your never-ending blabber and love dedications towards him, it was so endearing to hear you pronounce your love out loud. the way you melted underneath his gaze, unable to meet his eyes and stumbling on your words. he had never felt quite so loved until he met you. he loved you more than the word love itself, and he made sure that you knew that well.

now, as you were lying down on top of his chest, heartbeat wildly drumming against his own, loud enough to be heard by him despite the sound of indie rock music softly coming from his speakers- taehyun couldn’t wish for anything more than kiss you. his hand came to rest upon your jawline, leaving a chaste kiss there. you looked down at his chest, playing with his silver necklace as you silently chewed on your bottom lip. the courage to speak up and ask for more just like when you declared your affection towards him was gone, despite the alcohol not having fully left your system yet.

frustrated, you downed the remaining contents of the glass on your nightstand, the liquor still burning your throat as you grabbed his face to connect your lips with his. taehyun’s own cheeks started to burn, the taste of the liquor lingering on your lips too sweet for him to pull away from the kiss. you were sitting on top of him, and yet he felt the need to touch you more, to feel you closer, it wasn’t enough that his arms was circled around your waist, or that your hands were tangled in his hair, he was yearning to feel your skin on his, not leaving a single spot to grow cold.

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Hands to Myself

Chan admires the way you look.... just fluffy nonsense really

Smoothing the sides of red satin down your thighs, you sighed to yourself. This was the first time in months that you felt comfortable enough to wear something form-fitting. Chan had gifted you this dress specifically for your anniversary date tonight.

You remember him holding out the red box with a giant bow on it, smiling wide and proud. As he watched you open it, you could hear his giggles. As soon as you popped the lid and looked inside, you smirked, rolling your eyes.

"Chan... are you sure that this gift is for me?" your eyebrow rose as your eyes met his, a light blush dusting across his cheeks.

"It might be a little bit of a selfish purchase...." he bites his lip as he maintains eye contact. "But it is your favorite color."

You giggled to yourself again as you sat in front of the mirror finally getting ready for the night ahead of you. Chan had made a reservation at your favorite restaurant. A beautiful Italian restaurant with a balcony that overlooks the ocean.

You knew that reservation list had to be miles long, and that he had to have started planning this months ago. Picturing your boyfriend frantically calling the restaurant asking for a table made your cheeks bright pink in your reflection.

Finally allowing yourself to look at your figure fully in the mirror, your smile widened. You felt good. The dress melted across your features in a way that almost made you unrecognizable to yourself in the mirror. You turned, admiring the open back and sharp slit on the other side of your dress. You found your lips rising again as you thought about your boyfriend's reaction.

Will he actually like it? Have you hyped up the reaction in your head? You shake your head, not allowing those thoughts to move forward. Instead, you turned and grabbed your clutch that sat on your bed, pulling out a sleek black tube. You popped the lid, unveiling a ruby tint. You applied the plush color to your lips and smacked them at your reflection in the mirror.

Your thumbs lightly grazed the corners of your mouth, cleaning the extra color that fell right under your lips before smiling at yourself once again in the mirror.

"There," you whisper to yourself as you step back.

You turn back toward the door, grab your purse, and put the lipstick back inside. You're halted by a sharp whistle sound. You look up and your boyfriend smiling at you. He's leaned up against the doorframe, dressed in a black button-down rolled up to his elbows and a matching pair of slacks.

"Baby...." He starts, pushing himself off of the door and walking toward you.

You turn bashfully in a circle, spinning back to him with a bright smile across your face. His hands come up to rest against your waist, his lip pulled back by his teeth.

"Do I look okay, Chan?" You almost whisper, somehow feeling shy when met with his gaze.

He laughs, squeezing your sides a bit with his hands. Your eyes dart back up to meet his, seeing his furrowed brow you begin to panic. You let out a sharp breath, causing Chan to pull you in closer to him.

"Baby, you look absolutely stunning," he lets go of your hips, one of his free hands coming to meet yours, lifting it to spin you in a circle.

You giggle as you humor him and twirl once more. He pulls your torso flesh to him as you spin back over. He plants a kiss on your forehead, letting his lips stay there for a moment as he breathes in deeply. He pulls back only for a moment before letting his forehead rest against yours. You bring your arms up to wrap around his neck.

"I selfishly almost want to stay in tonight," he groans, fingers tapping against your hip bones. "It feels unfair that anyone else will see you in this dress."

"Chan...." your voice wavering as your cheeks grow warm again under his gaze.

He giggles as he maintains eye contact with you, rocking you slowly back and forth.

"Baby, I mean it. You look so beautiful."

"Thank you Channie."

He brings one of his hands up to your chin, tilting his head as he leans forward and presses his lips against yours. You gasp, moving slowly against him. As you pull away, you see a faint red line on his pink lips. You smile softly, and bring your hand up to brush it away. Chan monitors your movements, feeling his hands tighten on your waist. You finish cleaning his lips and meet him with another smile. He sighs, nudging toward the door.

"Let's go, baby," He says as he guides you forward. "If you keep looking at me like that, we may never leave."

You giggle and nod, walking toward the front door, hand tightly clasping his as you make your way outside.

Little moments

ot8! x gn!reader. 1.8k words total, but each blurb is >300.

warnings: lip picking, food mentions, Minho’s is a bit sad in the beginning, I hope that’s it. all in established relationships!!

a/n: I could not stop thinking about emo Han so that explains his 😭. and Chan and Jeongin’s are based off my own problems 😭

“Stop that.”

You stare at Chan, a confused expression on your face as he looks at you with a stern expression. “Stop what?”

He swats at your hand, rolling his eyes when the piece of skin you were picking at comes off. “Stop picking your lips.” He tugs your hand down when you reach for them again, lacing his fingers with yours. “It’s not good.”

“You’re supposed to indulge in my habits with me.” You argue, groaning when he takes your other hand too.

“I do.” he retorts, “The healthy ones.”

“This is healthy.” You mutter. “I can’t stand dry lips or the feeling of my skin peeling off.”

“Then use chapstick.” He deadpans. You toss your head back with a groan that sparks a laugh from him, nearly falling back when he lets go of your hands. “Here,” he says, pulling out the chapstick tube from his pocket and presenting it to your lips. “I’ll be your personal chapstick applier.”

“Is that even a word?” You question, narrowing your eyes at him when he scoffs and tells you it is. “I have a better idea.” He tilts his head, giving you the tube when you ask for it.

He juts his lips out when you start running the balm over them, eyes widening when you tug him to you by the collar of his shirt.

A giggle bubbles up when you kiss him softly, hands reaching up to cradle your face while you grin against his lips.

“If you apply it like that, maybe I’ll consider stopping.” You propose, smiling when he lets out a laugh.

“Deal.”

“You should smile more.”

At your words, Minho whips his head towards you, glare boring into your skull. “Do you have a death wish?” He threatens, feeling hurt by your words. “Why would you say that?”

“I don’t mean it in a bad way. I’m sorry.” His shoulders relax at your apology, but the walls he’d built from before you surface again, keep him closed off when you move to hold his hand. “I just think you have a pretty smile. I don’t get to see it often….”

This time Minho slumps against your body, pushing you down to the bed with a flop and a protest. He climbs on top of you, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“You’re always working,” he murmurs, words muffled. “It’s hard not being sad when you’re not here, and I guess it doesn’t leave when you get here.”

You frown at his words, fingers messing with his hair. “I promise to make more time for you,” you say, pressing a kiss to his head. “I'm sorry I didn’t do it from the start.”

He lifts his head, looking at you with a teasing grin. “Would you quit your job for me?”

“As if. With both of us working we’ll have a fortune in no time and retire early.” You scoff, smiling as you flip him over. “Then we can see each other all the time.”

He laughs loudly as you press kisses to any area you can reach, pushing your shoulders back when you start pressing wet kisses to his cheek. “I’m already sick of you!”

“Does it hurt?” Changbin shakes his head, slowly easing himself down onto the bed, letting out a pained groan when he moves onto his side. “Are you sure?”

He nods, obvious discomfort written on his face. “Of course.” He looks at you with a pained smile, playfulness seeping through as he moves to pull the blanket over him. “I am so fine right now.”

You frown as he lays uncomfortably in the bed, “I told you to take it easy at the gym.” Changbin huffs at your scolding, scrunching his face in disgust when you run a rag across his forehead. “You just got over your fever. You shouldn’t be pushing yourself so hard so soon.”

“I know.” He mumbled, “I just felt so lazy laying in bed all the time.”

You sigh, nestling under the covers next to him. “And look where that got you.” A grin comes to your lips when he whines again, yelling out an empty threat to kick you off the bed. “You couldn’t even if you wanted to.”

He tosses an arm over you, groaning loudly as he does. “I’ll just keep you here with me, all day and all night. You’ll never leave me.”

“You’re keeping me hostage? Who’s going to make your food then?” You ask, hugging his waist.

He hums, peppering kisses to your face. “I guess we can make an exception for food.” He thinks for a moment, looking down at you with a bright smile. “Do you think the delivery guy would bring it here?”

“Hey,” hyunjin mumbled sleepily as he shuffled into the dining room, shirt haphazardly put on by the way it’s lopsided and backward. “What are you still doing up?”

You frown at his disheveled appearance but still wonder how he could look good even while half asleep. “Sorry, Hyun,” you apologize, finally shutting your laptop off. “I was finishing a paper.”

“You’re done now?” He asks, leaning his weight against your body when you stand in front of him. His eyes flutter shut repeatedly, sleep slowly taking over his body even when he stands. “Coming to bed?”

“Mhm.” You hum, rubbing his back softly. “Can’t have my love be lonely for so long, someone needs to cuddle him.”

Hyunjin hums sleepily, finding your hand before dragging you in the direction of your shared bedroom. “We’ll sleep in, hm?”

“Of course.” You agree, pressing a kiss to his forehead when he settles onto his side of the bed, wasting no time in dragging you to meet him in the middle. “Maybe, if you let me go at some point, I’ll make you breakfast in bed. How’s that sound?”

A smile creeps up to his face at your words, head tucking down to rest under your chin. “Sounds like I don’t deserve you.” You hum, brushing your hands against his back. “I love you, good night.”

A chaste kiss to his forehead and a quiet, “I love you more.” Was your response.

“Look up.”

Han silently obliged, wide glossy eyes peering at the ceiling. There’s an evident frown on his lips as you run the eyeliner pencil along his waterline, eyes watering the slightest from his inability to blink.

“Are we almost done?” He asks quietly, lifting his hand to your arm, quietly telling you he needed a break. “I love being this close to you, but I don’t love a pencil close to my eyeball.”

He smiles when you chuckle, cheeks warming when you pinch at his chin, brushing your thumb slightly under his eye to smudge the makeup. “Just finished. Thanks for staying still.”

“Reward me with a kiss.” He says, looking at you with puckered lips, giggling when you take the opportunity to apply lip balm. “Give me a kiss.”

“Sorry, I can’t. I wouldn’t want to ruin your makeup.” He rolls his eyes. “Whoever did it must’ve put so much effort into it.”

“Then, should I give you a kiss?” He asks, placing his hands on your cheeks when you hum in thought. “I think we both deserve a kiss.”

You smile, pecking his lips once before he brings you closer again. “I think so too.”

“One more!”

You laugh as Felix clings onto you, back pressing against the front door while he continues his attack for kisses. “Any more and I’ll be late for work. Lix.”

“I don’t see a problem with that.” He says, arms hugging your waist as he puckers his lips in your direction. “Then we can kiss all day and night.”

You raise a brow at his words, “And who’s gonna bring in the income while you and the boys are on a long, well-deserved break, hm?”

“I’m still getting money though.” He murmurs under his breath, shouting loudly when you flick his forehead. He shouts again when you twist the doorknob open, hugging you when you step a foot outside. “Don’t go. I still haven’t gotten my kiss.”

“I gave you like twenty kisses, Lix.” You say, frowning when he pouts at you. “I really have to go now or else they’ll make me stay late.”

At your words, Felix’s eyes widened. “What are you still doing here! Go, go to work so you can come home early!”

You roll your eyes at his newfound urgency, nearly tripping when he shoved you further out of the door, glaring at him when he laughs. “I’ll see you after work.”

“Hold on!” You turn to look at him with a dead expression, yelping when he presses his lips against yours. He pulls back with a wide smile, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “Have a good day at work.”

“Here you go.”

Seungmin stares at the bundle of flowers being presented to him with a confused smile. Conflicted on how he should feel at that moment. “Flowers?”

“I thought it’d be nice… you know, like a little ‘I love you’ without having to say it.” You mumble, silently regretting your decision from his reaction. “You don’t have to take them.”

He backs away when you reach for them, swatting at your hand. “Back off. These are mine.” A laugh bubbles up at his defensive tone, holding your hands up in surrender as he walks around you to the kitchen. “What kind of flowers are these?”

“Sunflowers.”

“Cause I’m your sun?” He teases, snipping off the ends before placing them in a vase.

“Yeah.” He stops in his tracks at your agreement, the tips of his ears growing red as you look at him with a smile.

He rolls his eyes, an obvious facade based on his rosy cheeks. “I forgot how cheesy you were.” You follow him into the living room, watching him place the base in the center of the coffee table.

He shakes your shoulders wildly, smiling as your head rocks back and forth, then laughs at the groan you let out. “Thank you.”

“I can’t do it. You do it for me.”

Jeongin rolls his eyes, grabbing the hair dryer from your hands. “You’re such a coward.” He grumbled, “What kind of irrational fear is one of hair dryers?”

“A valid one.” You snap, “And ever since I saw the barrel spark, I’ve been afraid to use them. Why do you think I go to bed with wet hair sometimes?”

He deadpans, “All those nights where I was being flicked with water every time you turned, that was your reason?” When you nod, he rolls his eyes again, finally turning on the dryer. “Unbelievable.”

He moves the dryer to the front of your face, laughing loudly when you sputter and reach to slap him. “This is payback!” He yells when you stand up, turning off the dryer and running out of the bathroom. “Hey! I was helping you. You can’t hurt me!”

“You were making fun of me.” You correct, tackling him onto your bed. Jeongin screeches when your fingers poke into his side, screaming louder when you lift his shirt up and blow raspberries on his stomach.

“This is bullying!” He shouts, holding your shoulders when your face hovers above his. “You hate me.”

You press a quick kiss to his cheek, smiling when he giggles. “Mhm, so much.”

Bang Chan | Nylon Japan

a fish out of water | f ; c

“With Changbin you are a fish out of water, but a bird that can fly.”

collab oneshot | sports! au | kdrama! au | 18k words

s u m m a r y >> being a waitress at your dad’s chicken shop wasn’t the most ideal job, but with dreams of attending the haneol sports university, you power through — even if it means dealing with customers such as seo changbin, elite swimmer and irritant extraordinaire. however, when that very boy catches you swimming in the university pool, you have to comply to his wishes in order to avoid consequences — arguing, spending time, and see what’s truly beneath that cheeky, muscled exterior.

w a r n i n g s >> weightlifting fairy kim bokjoo! au, waitress! reader, swimming major student! changbin, you and changbin are friends but like yall still annoying, changbin is hot and he knows it, you’re sick of hearing it, alot of teasing and making fun of each other, sooooooo much fluff, literally too much fluff, slight sexual tension but its still fluff cause im fearing god today, 2racha cameo, i guess a tiny bit of angst??? pressing (x) to doubt tho, also very stupid egg puns which will make you want to exit this fic

p l a y l i s t >> what a heavenly way to die by troye sivan || can i call you tonight? by dayglow || mixtape : oh by stray kids

t a g l i s t >> @aliceu @kookings @hyuckworld @ioveseung

a u t h o r ‘ s  n o t e >> hey guys! so i finally finished the one fic i’ve been dying to write ever since i finished watching weightlifting fairy!! this is my contribution to @huenjin​ kdrama collab — i hope you guys enjoy changbin as jung junhyung!! this is dedicated to my dear kdrama whore @soobmint​ who has been telling me to watch this for a year and helped me so much with inspiration for this fic :’) here’s to many more crushing on unattainable kdrama boys with you <3

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