Seungmin Is Coming Over

Seungmin is coming over

On your period w/ Jeongin

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼, 𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓿 𝓼𝓮𝔁 (𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽), 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮

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Wooyoung and Y/n had finally gotten some much-needed alone time together after a long day of rehearsals and performances. As soon as the door closed behind them, Wooyoung had Y/n pinned against the wall, his lips eagerly seeking hers in a passionate kiss.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as his mouth moved down to her neck, kissing and biting his way down to her collarbone. She let out a small gasp as his tongue traced a pattern across her skin, her body arching against him in response.

Wooyoung's hands roamed over her body, his fingers slipping beneath her shirt and tracing patterns across her skin. He had been wanting this all day long, and he was not going to waste any time now that he finally had her in private.

Y/n's breathing grew ragged as his touch sent sparks of desire shooting through her body. She could feel his hunger and want, and it was driving her crazy. She slid her hands under his shirt, her nails scratching lightly against his skin as she reciprocated his touch.

Wooyoung let out a low groan at her touch, his body shuddering at the sensation. He lifted her up, pressing her against the wall as he continued to kiss and bite at her neck and collarbone, his hands roaming further down her body.

Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer as she arched against him, desperate for more contact between them. Her hands roamed over his back, her nails digging in whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot.

Wooyoung's need for her was growing more urgent, and he wanted more of her. He moved his mouth back up to hers, his tongue seeking entrance, and her mouth opened eagerly under his, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

Their bodies moved together, both of them desperate to be as close as possible, the heat between them growing more intense with each passing moment. Wooyoung's hands continued to roam over her body, his touch becoming more insistent, more demanding.

Wooyoung's mouth moved down her neck, kissing and biting at her skin, his hands roaming across her body as he continued to push her against the wall. She could feel his growing excitement pressed against her, and it sent a shiver of anticipation through her body. His hands were getting more insistent, his touch becoming rougher as his need for her grew more intense. He suddenly picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, his mouth never leaving her skin.

Once they were in the bedroom, he gently laid her down on the bed, his mouth continuing its descent down her body, his hands quickly divesting her of her clothing. Her breaths came in short gasps as his lips and tongue traced a path down her body, her body arching towards him in need.

His hands moved over her body, exploring every inch of her with a combination of gentle and rough touches, driving her wild with desire. She could feel his body pressed against her, his need for her as urgent and intense as her own. He leaned down, his lips grazing her ear, his voice low and hoarse with desire, "I need you, baby."

She couldn't resist him any longer, her body responding to his touch and words. Her hands moved down to the waistband of his pants, her fingers fumbling to undo the button. "I need you, too," she gasped out, her voice thick with desire.

Wooyoung let out a low growl at her words, his body shuddering at her touch. He quickly rid himself of his clothes, his hands roaming over her body once more as he moved back on top of her. His mouth sought hers again, his tongue delving into her mouth in a passionate kiss.

Her body arched against his, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer, her hands roaming over his back, her nails leaving red trails on his skin. She could feel his excitement against her, and it was driving her wild with need.

Wooyoung's hands continued to roam across her body, his touch growing more demanding as his need for her intensified. His mouth broke away from hers, moving down her neck and then to her chest, his tongue and teeth tracing a path across her skin.

She let out a soft moan, her head falling back against the pillows as his mouth continued its journey down her body, his hands roaming everywhere, setting her skin on fire, wherever he touched. Her body was on fire, she could feel the heat and need growing inside of her, and she wanted more.

Wooyoung could feel her responses, the way her body moved against his, her gasps and moans, and it only heightened his own need for her. He knew her so well, every response and sound that she made was a sign of her own desire, and he was determined to satisfy them both.

His mouth returned to hers, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her even closer to him. He shifted, positioning himself between her legs, his body pressing against hers, the feeling of skin against skin only heightening their desire.

She could feel his excitement, hard and hot against her, and it only fueled her own need. Her body moved against his, her hips arching up to meet him, her thighs tightening around his waist. She wanted him, needed him, and she didn't want this moment to end.

Wooyoung let out a low, guttural moan against her lips, his body shuddering with need. He broke the kiss, his hands gripping her hips, his voice low and rough with desire, "I want you, now."

She gasped out her response, her own voice husky with need, "Yes, now, please."

He wasted no time, his hands moving to grip her thighs, positioning himself at her entrance. He locked eyes with her, his own eyes darkened with need, "Are you ready for me?"

She nodded, her eyes meeting his, her body trembling with anticipation, "Yes, I'm more than ready, please, Wooyoung. I need you."

He groaned at her words, the desperate need in her voice was all he needed. With a swift, sure motion, he pushed himself into her, his body shuddering.

His eyes closed, his head falling forward, his breath coming in short gasps as he felt her body tighten around him. The feeling was overwhelming, the combination of pleasure and need was almost too much. He waited for a moment, giving her time to adjust to him, before he began moving, his hips rolling against hers, his body pressing into hers, his mind consumed by the need for release.

She gasped at the feeling of him inside her, her body arching up to meet his every thrust, her hands gripping his arms, her nails digging into his skin. Her breath was coming in ragged pants, her body trembling with every movement.

"You feel so good," he gasped out, his voice rough with need. "So perfect. I want you, all of you."

She could only moan in response, her body writhing beneath his, her mind consumed by the pleasure and sensations coursing through her. She tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, her body demanding more, needing release.

Wooyoung leaned down, his mouth finding hers once more, his tongue delving into her mouth, his hips still moving against hers in a steady, demanding rhythm. His body was tense, every muscle taut with need, his breathing ragged and harsh.

He could feel his release approaching, the heat and tension building, and he knew he was close. He broke the kiss, his mouth moving to her ear, his voice low and strained, "Are you close, baby?"

She nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with pleasure. "Yes, I'm so close," she managed to gasp out, her hands tightening their grip on his arms.

He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around him, and he knew she was on the edge. "Come for me," he gasped out, his hips moving faster, pressing into hers, the need for release building with each thrust.

She shattered, her body arching up against him, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as she found release. Her body convulsed around him, her nails digging into his skin, her mind consumed by the waves of pleasure coursing through her.

She could feel his own release coming, his body shuddering against hers, his breathing harsh and ragged, his grip on her hips tightening as he pounded into her, his own pleasure mounting with each movement. He let out a low moan as he found his release, his body tensing, his eyes closing as he rode out the waves of pleasure that washed over him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, gasping for breath, his body trembling.

He could feel her own body shaking beneath him, her hands loosening their grip on his arms, sliding down to his back, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she gradually came down from her own high.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies still connected, their breath slowly returning to normal. Wooyoung pressed a soft kiss to her neck, his mouth moving up to her ear, his voice low and affectionate. "You're amazing," he whispered, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer against him.

She smiled, her body relaxing into his embrace, a sense of contentment settling over her. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased, her voice still a little breathless. She ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of her, the way his body felt against hers.

He chuckled, lifting his head to look down at her, a lopsided smile on his face. "Just not so bad?" he asked, feigning offense. "I'll have you know, I'm damn good."

She laughed softly, her fingers tracing a pattern across his chest. "Oh really?" she said, arching an eyebrow at him. "Is that so?"

He rolled his eyes, a grin on his face. "Yes, really. You should know, you were just screaming my name a few seconds ago."

She smacked his chest gently, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Shut up," she said, a smile on her lips. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

He feigned a look of hurt. "Insufferable?! I'm wounded. You're supposed to be saying how amazing I am and thanking me for blowing your mind."

She pretended to consider this for a moment, her finger tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, I suppose you were pretty great," she admitted, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But I still haven't decided if I'm going to thank you yet."

Wooyoung pouted. "I see, so now you're going to play hard to get, are you?" He leaned down, nuzzling his face into her neck, his lips ghosting over her skin. "I can be persuasive, you know."

She shivered at the feel of his lips on her skin, her body responding even though she had just climaxed. "Oh really?" she said, her voice a little breathless. "You're going to persuade me, huh?"

He smirked, his lips moving up to her ear. "Oh, I think I can convince you," he murmured, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. "I have my ways." His hands began roaming over her body again, his touch light and teasing.

She let out a soft gasp as his touch sent shivers down her spine, her body arching subconsciously towards him. "Is that so?" she managed to get out, her mind already starting to cloud with desire again.

Wooyoung chuckled, noticing her response to his touch. "Oh, you're already starting to crumble," he teased. "Just wait until I really start working my magic." His mouth began to move down her neck, his tongue tracing a trail across her skin, his hands becoming more insistent, his touch firmer.

She could feel the heat building again, her body responding to his touch, her skin tingling with each kiss and caress. She tried to respond, to make a smartass comment, but all that came out was a soft moan.

Wooyoung chuckled against her skin, his hands roaming over her body, his touch growing increasingly demanding. "That's what I thought," he murmured, his mouth trailing kisses down her collarbone. "You can't resist me for long, can you?"

Her mind was a haze of pleasure, her body responding to his every touch and word, her thoughts consumed by him and him alone. She couldn't find the words to answer him, only able to gasp out another soft moan.

Wooyoung continued his assault on her senses, his mouth and hands roaming over her body, his touch both gentle and demanding. He took his time, slowly, exploring every inch of her, bringing her to the edge again and again, until she was a trembling mess beneath him.

Finally, when he had her completely at his mercy when she was begging and pleading for release, only then did he give in, bringing them both to a climax that left them both utterly spent.

They lay tangled together, their breathing ragged and uneven, their bodies slick with sweat, their minds still spinning. Wooyoung wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, his face buried in the crook of her neck. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

She was too blissed out to respond, her mind still reeling from the pleasure. She just nodded weakly, her body relaxing against his. He chuckled softly, his hands tracing patterns on her back.

Wooyoung continued to hold her in his arms, his touches and caresses becoming softer and gentler as he coaxed her back down from her high. He stroked her hair, his lips brushing against her forehead and cheeks. He murmured soothing words in her ear, his voice low and gentle. "You were so good, baby," he murmured. "You did so well."

As she began to come back to reality, he continued his ministrations, his hands still running over her body, his touch grounding and comforting. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, pulling back a little to look at her face.

She managed a weak nod, a small smile curving her lips. "Yeah," she whispered, her voice a little hoarse. "I'm okay." She opened her eyes, their gazes meeting, and for a moment they just stared at each other, both of them lost in the afterglow.

Wooyoung's expression was soft and tender, his eyes warm and affectionate. "You're so beautiful," he said quietly, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "I love seeing you like this."

She smiled lazily, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "I feel like I'm floating," she admitted, her voice still a little shaky. "You always get me so worked up, I feel like I'm in a dream."

He chuckled, a smug smile on his face. "I know," he said, his voice filled with pride. "I have that effect on you, don't I?" He shifted his position a little, pulling her closer to him, enjoying the feeling of her body against his.

She snuggled into his embrace, her eyes starting to droop, her exhaustion finally catching up with her. "I can't believe you have that much stamina," she mumbled, her voice muffled against his chest.

He laughed, his hands moving up to caress her back again. "Baby, you haven't seen anything yet," he teased. "I could take you all night long if I wanted to."

She chuckled weakly, her eyes closing. "Please, I won't survive if you do that," she murmured, her voice slurred. "I need sleep. I'm exhausted."

He chuckled again, his arms tightening around her. "Okay, baby, you can sleep," he said, his voice gentle. "I'll take care of you. You just relax and rest."

She hummed in response, her body sagging against his, her exhaustion finally taking over. She mumbled something incoherently, snuggling even closer to him.

He chuckled softly, his hands still running over her back, soothing her. "Sleep, love," he whispered, his voice low and gentle. "I'll be right here when you wake up."

Han misses you

Felix!!

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Han Jisung was always a cheerful and playful person, known for his silliness and quick wit among his bandmates in Stray Kids. However, there was one person who brought out a different side of him – his girlfriend, Y/n.

Jisung had met Y/n at a music festival that Stray Kids had performed at. He had been instantly drawn to her kind-hearted nature and her unique sense of fashion. After some flirting and playful banter, he finally got her number.

From there, their relationship bloomed. Jisung was used to being the playful one in his group. Still, with Y/n, he found himself being more vulnerable and honest about his feelings. He loved how she made him feel - safe, supported, and understood. And Y/n adored seeing this softer side of him, the Jisung who was shy and romantic when it was just the two of them behind closed doors.

They spent their time together creating memories and laughing endlessly. Jisung would sneak Y/n to his dorm room when the other members were out, and they would spend hours talking, sharing dreams, and just being together. Despite the demanding schedules of his career, he always made time for her, even if it was just a quick phone call before bed.

Y/n was Jisung's refuge, a place where he could be himself without the pressure of being an idol. They laughed over silly jokes, cuddled during late-night movie marathons, and found joy in the simplest things, like cooking a meal together or going for a walk in the park.

Jisung's bandmates, although teasing and jokingly jealous of the time he spent with Y/n, were genuinely happy to see their usually sassy and carefree member find such happiness. They often jokingly called her “the only one who could tame Han Jisung.”

It was late at night, and Jisung and Y/n were sitting together in his dorm room, the soft light from a lamp providing a cozy ambiance. Jisung was sprawled on the bed, a pillow propped behind his head, while Y/n sat beside him, her legs draped over his. Jisung had one hand resting on her ankle, his thumb tracing idle patterns on her skin.

The world outside was quiet, the city's buzz reduced to a faint hum in the background. Jisung broke the silence with a soft sigh, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "You know," he began, his voice low and pensive, "Sometimes, I wonder what I did to deserve you."

"What do you mean," Y/n asks

Jisung rolled onto his side, a warm smile tugging at his lips as he looked at her. "You're perfect, you know that?" he said, his eyes roaming over her face. "You put up with my nonsense, you understand me when I'm being a brat, and you love me despite everything. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm worthy of you."

"Of course, you're worthy of me. If anything I should be asking you this." Y/n tells Han

Jisung's smile widened at her words. "Nah, you're selling yourself short," he said, reaching out to gently tug a strand of her hair. "You're the one who makes me want to be a better version of myself, who makes me feel like I can be vulnerable around you. That's priceless."

Y/n shifted closer to him, her thigh now pressed against his. "And you think you don't do the same for me?" she countered, a playful smile on her lips. "You make me laugh, you make me feel special, and you're the sweetest, most caring partner anyone could ask for."

Jisung chuckled, enjoying their playful banter. "Well, we make each other better, then," he conceded, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "But I'm still going to argue that you're the better half of this relationship."

"And I will happily accept that claim."

Jisung smiled, his eyes gleaming in the soft light. "Good," he said, his hand gently stroking her side. "But don't ever forget that you're the one with the power here. You've tamed the brat known as Han Jisung. That's an achievement in itself."

Y/n chuckled. "I've only 'tamed' you because I know I'm the only one you'll listen to," she teased, poking his chest playfully. "You're just putting on a show for the others most of the time."

Jisung feigned offense, putting a hand over his heart. "How dare you," he gasped, pretending to be hurt. "I'll have you know, I'm genuinely a menace. You've just managed to see through my tough exterior and find the softie beneath."

Y/n laughed, fully aware of his playful nature. "Oh, you're such a menace, alright," she agreed, resting her head on his chest. "Scared of horror movies, can't cook to save your life, and cries like a baby when we watch sad movies."

Jisung pretended to pout, his arm wrapping around her tighter. "Hey, those are my vulnerabilities. You're supposed to keep those secrets," he protested, but there was no hiding the smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And for the record, I happen to be a fantastic cook. I just happen to specialize in instant ramyeon."

Y/n's laughter filled the room. "Right, how could I forget your specialty?" she teased, resting her hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "And what about horror movies? You're still the one who hides your face in my shoulder whenever we watch one."

Jisung rolled his eyes, pretending to look indignant but failing miserably as the corners of his mouth curled up. "Hey, it's not hiding, it's called strategic avoidance," he quipped. "I'm not scared, I'm just… tactically avoiding jump scares because I know my heart couldn't handle them."

Y/n chuckled, feeling the playful banter between them lighten the mood even more. "Okay, Mr. Tactical Avoider," she said, her tone light and affectionate. "I won't expose your secret anymore."

Jisung sighed dramatically, pulling her even closer. "Good," he said, a goofy grin on his face. "And besides, I have a feeling you wouldn't want me any other way. You secretly find my jumpy nature endearing, admit it."

Y/n feigned nonchalance, her expression mock and serious. "Oh, absolutely," she teased. "Your fear of horror movies and inability to cook is definitely among my top criteria in a boyfriend."

Jisung laughed. "Hey now, don't ruin the moment," he joked, pretending to sound offended. "We both know you adore all my quirks, even the ones you pretend annoy you."