HYUNHO SKZ-TALKER EP. 64

HYUNHO ☆ SKZ-TALKER EP. 64

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hyunjin approved food 😠😦

need him like i need air

seungmin x gender-neutral reader | warnings: 18+ content, marking (love bites), claiming kink (?) self-indulgent (i want to mark seungmin so bad) | words: 0.2k ~ (255) 🐶ㆍ₊⊹

his flush, tanned skin glistening under the faint hotel lamp due to a layer of sweat that coats his body. his lips parted ever so slightly as hot breath in the form of pants and your name fall from his lips. seungmin tangles his fingers in your hair gently, twisting the soft strands around his fingers before his fingertips rake against your scalp. seungmin's head tilted to the side as his eyelids flutter close. legs either side of him, your lips pressing against the skin of his neck as you pepper kisses along his neck. naked chest pressing against each other. your hands against his chest, feeling his hot skin and his heartbeat against the palm of your hands as your fingers idly stroke the skin. seungmin's clear and innocent looking skin is now tainted in purple bruises. you kiss and suck his skin some more, seungmin's hands untangling from your hair to hold your waist gently and pulling you flush onto his lap, closing the gap between you both. he stifles a giggle from your hair tickling his face “that tickles yn.” he mumbles. you giggle before pulling away and looking at your handiwork, feeling a sense of pride well in your body. “finished claiming me?” you nod before leaning into the palm of his hand that's pressing against your flush cheek. he leans in, lips brushing against yours before diverting to your own neck, hot breath hitting your skin with every word he speaks. “good. because now it's my turn.”

the premise : u apply lipgloss on felix because ofc he suits glossy lips except it takes an emotional turn???? because felix is perfect sorry. this is fluffyyyy and the sanest reaction to this man being ur bf (and these pics. these pics....)

“lixie, stay still,” you giggle, body nestled between felix’s legs. He's leaning against the bathroom counter, hands propped on the sleek ebony marble as you apply a shimmering lip gloss to his lips.

“but don't you wanna know what changbin said to me?”

“of course i wanna know what creative pickup line he used on you today. of course i do, baby,” you smile and he rolls his eyes at the sarcasm dripping from your tone, his tongue poking against his cheek before gliding in (fake) annoyance over his lips.

“but…” he muses, tilting his head to the side, his hands finding your waist once again (they've been away for two minutes too long).

“but when your mouth moves i can't technically apply lipgloss to it.”

“maybe you're just a bad make-up artist,” he teases, before quickly planting a kiss on your temple. “kidding baby. you're the very best at everything you do.”

“you're actually incapable of being mean,” you laugh heartily, your thumb swiping across his chiseled jaw.

“i am very much capable of being mean,” he pouts, his eyes widening slightly, golden light spilling into his pupils— it refracts into an arrow delving straight into your heart.

“you can't say this in the softest voice and expect me to agree.”

“i am very much capable of being mean,” he repeats, only this time his timber is many many octaves lower. his voice reverberates straight through your stomach, a deep melody orchestrating the untamed butterflies in your stomach.

“this is the equivalent of a kitten throwing a punch to me,” you pull his face closer, and he shakes his head, mouth shut tightly as you reapply the glitter infused gloss on his lips, going delicately over his cupid's bow. his eyes are boring onto you, yet you don't shy away from his gaze. it is a kind one— like a blanket knitted with love thrown over your body.

“done,” you whisper, hands trailing up to his hair, blonde silky locks akin to threads of sunlight. you think he must be favored by the stars— how they stored the sun inside every component of his being for him to keep safe.

“you have the prettiest lips,” your voice is suddenly hoarse, thumb grazing slightly over his lips, ones shaped like a heart— akin to the one freckle he has right underneath his eye.

it wasn't enough for him to have the kindest soul, no, love needed to be etched onto his skin too.

“felix,” you rasp out his name.

he catches your tears before you sense them falling, swiping his thumbs delicately on your cheek. “angel?”

“you're an idiot.”

“am i?” he brings you to his chest swiftly, your nose buried in the orange blossoms and sea notes of his skin— your home, the one you'd recognize in blindness, in despair, in safety, in love.

“i wanted to apply this lipgloss on you because shimmer would suit your angelic lips and then we'd make out. but you just had to be so beautiful and pure that it makes me wanna cry.”

“I'm sorry,” he says and you giggle, more tears spilling from your eyes.

“see, this is what i mean. why are you apologizing. this is so silly and you're so perfect and i can't believe you love me.”

“well i do,” he leans away, kissing your forehead tenderly. the sticky lip gloss lingers on your skin. “i love you so much, angel. i will only ever love you.”

“promise me?” you ask in a feat of vulnerability almost foreign to your being.

“i promise.”

you believe him.

“thank you. please don't put this lipgloss near anyone else or it'll make them cry too.”

“i think that's just you baby,” he grins, his thumb swiping over your thigh comfortingly, then, his nose brushing against your own. “kiss?”

you close your eyes, a sigh of relief, of longing escaping your body. “please.”

to be loved by felix— maybe you're the one favored by the stars after all.