A Work Proposal Masterlist

A Work Proposal Masterlist

Pairing: O8T x reader Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Content All parts of this piece are strictly 18+ and contain explicit material reader discretion is advised and the author will not be responsible should prior warnings be ignored.

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career.

Intro Part 1 (Chan x reader) Part 2 (Chan x reader x Changbin) Part 3 (Hyunjin x reader) Part 4 (Han x reader x Felix) Part 5 (Jeongin x reader) Part 6 (Seungmin x reader) Part 7 (Lee Know x reader) Interlude (Chan x reader) Part 8 (Felix x reader) Part 9 (Changbin x reader) Part 10 (Hyunjin x reader x Felix) Part 11 (Seungmin x reader x Lee Know) Part 12 (Changbin x reader x Han) Part 13 (Chan x reader) Part 14 (Han x reader) Part 15 (Changbin x reader x Felix) Part 16 (Jeongin x reader)

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Cuddles make so many things better

five minutes | l.m.h

pairing... bf!minho x gn!reader tags... established relationship, disgustingly fluffy, excessive references to soondoongdori, minho is a cat personified, soft mimo!

operation put your boyfriend to sleep in five minutes is a go.

wc... 1.4k words a/n... ah, yet another domestic fluff fic featuring softy minho. a star specialty! sorry guys this is kinda my fav thing to write ever r u sick of me 😁 anywayz this was inspired by this soft thought and this tiktok like i saw it and immediately thought : lee minho.

ALSO ALSO! HUGE THANK YOU FOR 1K FOLLOWERS! i never would've thought i'd reach this milestone and words couldnt express how incredibly grateful i am for each and every one of you who read and enjoy my works <3 i love you guys thank you so much!

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Minho turned the doorknob and pushed the front door open, greeting Soonie who stood by the entrance with a tilted head. Shutting the door, he hung his bag on the coat rack and bent down to pet his beloved cat’s chin.

“Hi, baby,” the cat nuzzled his head into Minho’s palm and circled around his arm, “where are your brothers, hm?”

Meow… Soonie walked off to the living room as if to answer Minho’s question. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he followed his cat toward the faint nose of your favorite series playing on the TV.

When he entered the room, Minho saw your figure strewn lazily across the couch. Dori was cuddled up against your chest and Soonie hopped up to join Doongie by your feet. His heart warmed at the sight of his loves all huddled together.

“Honey, I’m home,” Minho grabbed your attention with his gentle, sing-song tone, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

You switched your attention from the screen in front of you to the man standing in the doorway, returning his smile and giving a small wave. “Hi, my love. How was your day?”

Minho padded over to you, scooped Dori up against his chest, and settled himself where the cat had previously taken solace in your arms.

“It was alright,” he said, scooching backward to press his back firm against your front. “Tiring, as usual, but it's fine.”

Though he couldn't see it, you nodded in acknowledgment and pressed a soft kiss to his head. You brought one hand up behind his ear to scratch at his scalp, something you had found he enjoyed.

“Do you want to go to bed already? It is pretty late.” From its place above the TV, the clock read 10:37 PM. “Maybe we should move our little cuddle session to the bedroom.”

Minho sighed and shook his head. “But, I'm already so comfy here. Plus, you wouldn't dare disturb the cats, would you?”

“Please, remember the last time we slept on the couch the whole night? I don’t think we want that happening again.”

“Y/n,” Minho called your name, dragging out the last syllable. “My back hurts so much! Remind me why we stayed on the couch again.”

“I told you we should have moved to the bed! But you wouldn’t listen to me,” you snickered at your boyfriend from the kitchen while you continued to whisk a couple of eggs for your breakfast.

You set the bowl down on the counter and walked over to Minho who was still lying on the couch. When you came into his sight, he made a show of stretching his arms and legs, akin to a cat, accompanied by a few exaggerated groans.

“I don’t think I can get up at all today. I should just call in sick,” Minho draped an arm over his face, letting the other fall limp over the edge of the cushion.

“Don’t you have an important meeting today? I doubt your boss would appreciate you missing that on account of an 'ouchy' back.”

“Well, maybe if you gave me more cuddles, I’d feel a bit better.” Minho peeked at you from under his arm, proposing this cute, yet slightly impractical, solution. “Unless you want me to miss work and stay at home with you today.”

“Alright, you big baby.” Rolling your eyes, you moved to straddle Minho’s lap, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. Now chest to chest, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, letting the other one snake up his neck to play with the hairs at his nape.

The time you spent wrapped in each other’s warmth turned from seconds to minutes, the comfortable silence lulling you back to sleep. Minutes turned to hours, leaving Minho’s meeting unattended and the scrambled eggs forgotten on the kitchen counter.

“Ugh, at least give me five more minutes,” Minho offered as he continued to stroke Dori’s back, drawing a vibrating purr from the cat. “I don’t wanna get up yet.”

“Oh, come on, you have to brush your teeth anyways. Now get your lazy bum off the couch so we can cuddle on the bed.” You grabbed the throw pillow from behind your back and swung it at Minho’s side, accidentally startling Dori in the process. The cat jumped out of the man’s arms, causing him to throw a frown over his shoulder.

“Now look what you did! You’re scaring our babies.” Finally, Minho stood up, offering you his hand to pull you up as well. You met his hand with your own and anchored yourself up, giving him a sheepish smile.

“Oops.” You shrugged and skipped off to the bedroom, leaving your boyfriend with your three cats in the living room.

“Unbelievable.” Minho took a few steps towards the bathroom, paused, and turned back to look at his cats. “Well, are you coming with me or not?”

While your boyfriend finished his night routine, you lay on your shared bed and grinned to yourself. Operation Put Your Boyfriend to Sleep in Five Minutes was a go. You knew Minho was tired, and you wanted to send him off into a good night’s sleep in the most loving way you could.

The hallway light switched off as Minho opened the door to your bedroom, sporting a playful frown. It was time for Step One: Put him in a blanket.

“Come here, baby,” you peeled the duvet back and patted the space on the bed right next to you, beckoning your pouty boyfriend over to you. “Let’s get you to sleep, yeah?”

Trudging over to his side of the bed, Minho slid onto the mattress and pulled the heavy duvet over his body. Freshly washed, the warm, lavender-scented blanket immediately soothed his senses.

“You could’ve at least stayed with me while I brushed my teeth,” Minho continued to pout as he turned on his side to face you, “and, I don’t know, given me a back hug or something.”

Though his tone was playful, you recognized the look in Minho’s gaze. He yearned for your comfort, but he didn’t know how to ask for it. Reaching over, you cupped his face, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb. You peppered a few pecks on the corners of his mouth, kissing his pout away. Perfect timing for Step Two: Give reassuring pets.

“I’m here now, it’s okay.” His hair was soft in between your fingers as you threaded them through the fluffy locks. They smelled faintly of his coconut shampoo.

Tired, Minho let out a yawn, nose scrunched and eyelids shut. He leaned into your touch, humming contently.

Faintly, the door creaked open and you could hear light thuds on the carpeted floor, followed by a slightly louder thud on the bed as Doongie entered the bedroom and jumped up to join you. He stepped all over Minho’s body—drawing out a quiet yelp from the man beside you. You giggled as Doongie finally plopped down on Minho’s pillow, snuggling against the top of his head. This brought you to Step Three: Tuck him in.

With your boyfriend lying under the covers, you hooked one leg over him, moving your hand on his head to tuck it into your neck, cradling his body with no intent to stop any time soon.

For a second, the universe felt still. It was as though the ever-rotating hands on the clock had stopped moving, pausing to witness this intimate moment between you and Minho; as if even the angels in the skies above didn’t want this sweet gesture to end.

That was until Minho decided to take matters into his own hands and execute Step Four: Put one arm out for temperature regulation.

“It's too warm!” Minho whined into your neck, breaking the silence, and removed one arm from under the blanket, exposing it to the cold air. “Ah, that's better.”

He turned on his side and wrapped his now free arm around the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, if that were even physically possible.

Seeing your bodies pressed flush against each other, Soonie—who was previously lounging at the foot of the bed—crawled up the sheets and nuzzled into the barely-there gap between you and Minho, with Dori following suit.

Within five minutes of lying down, the night ended with your small family cuddled together on the warm, cozy bed, basking in each other’s comfort.

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taglist: @kflixnet @jinnixxn @elllisaaa @captainchrisstan @laylasbunbunny @starsandrqindrops @kittymaryam-thebrowniefairy @forlix @mires-empire @quesweebs

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Gahhh Iove that so much! I'll add it to my list of WIPs

MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

okie I have a bunch of moots, so bear with me here! I also included everyone in the network I'm in cause I consider them all moots as well! @herarcadewasteland - sunshine x sunshine protector with Mingi @itsnotmydejavu - Friends to lovers with Hongjoong @yourfatherlucifer - awkward x flirty with Hongjoong @mingisdoll - owns a shop and their fave comes in/is a regular there - with Mingi @bethelighthalazia - Coffee shop meet cute with Mingi @hongthoven - rich woman with mafia status falling for flower worker Hongjoong @hongjoongsart - Enemies to lovers with Hongjoong

@ja3hwa - bumping into the person you hate on a bad day and they help you out with Seonghwa @n0v4t33z - criminal x vigilante with San/Seonghwa @zchnlswrld - enemies to lovers with Jongho @shocymer - exes to lovers with Mingi @yessa-vie - strangers to lovers with San/Yunho @gong-fourz - two idols that were trainees together falling for each other after they've both debuted with Wooyoung @minkilicious - popular girl x nerd Mingi @owlbeforesunset - opposites attract with Seonghwa/Hongjoong @rocker7898 - roommates to friends with Ateez

@palindrome969 - Childhood friends with Chan and you get introduced to the rest of the boys and become fast friends @kittykat-25 - Childhood friend of Ateez that catches up with them after you meet up with them again in your 20s

I'm so in loveeeeeeee

Baby in Training ~ Part 1

Part 2 - Part 3

MintyChanHwaFics Masterlist

Pairing: Bang Chan x former Aussie trainee!f.reader Key Points: Trainee!AU; Exes to Lovers; Dad!Chan; Childhood best friend!Felix; angst/fluff/smut Summary: You're back in Seoul for your brother's wedding after leaving suddenly six years ago. What happens when you run into the one man you've tried to avoid? And how will he react when he sees your daughter? Part 1 Word Count: 3.7k Total Word Count: 17.5k Warnings: swearing, vague timeline [Seoul Fall/Winter 2017/2018; Sydney Winter 2024], presumed 2024 world tour dates, contracts (I am not a lawyer), slight angst, lots of crying, parenthood, Aussie slang, allusions to previous relationships, neurodivergent child meltdown (phrasing is intentional but condition not discussed), allusions to anxiety/stress, Bang & Lee family characterization, tickling, angry!Felix, nicknames [Sugar Plum, Honey/Honey girl, Dandelion, Baby/Babygirl], eventual smut, emotional sex, fingering, biting, choking, protected sex, Daddy kink

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and does not represent JYP Entertainment or Stray Kids in any way.

Taglist: @mypeanutyouth @cookiesandcreammy @ihrtlix @chansbabygirlsstuff @porangporangmeong @rylea08 @chlodavids @manuosorioh @chanandminhoenthusiast

You forgot how warm it gets in Seoul.

It’s been over six years since you left. Back home in Sydney, the cool weather was already creeping in. Meanwhile, it’s 7 in the morning and you’re already itching to take off your over-shirt. You’re almost at your destination though, walking through the small park before crossing the street and smiling as you see the little coffee shop you used to come to every morning. The bell jingles when you open the door, and the wave of nostalgia that washes over you makes you smile. You place your order in broken Korean, smiling and bowing when the owner recognizes you.

Maybe coming back to Seoul for Donny’s wedding wasn’t the worst thing ever.

“Sugar Plum?” A familiar voice asks gently from behind you and your stomach drops. Of course, of fucking course, the one person in all of South Korea that you desperately hoped to avoid would find you on the one day you were out.

Turning slowly, you plaster a faint smile on your face, silently begging the heavens that you'll turn around and see anyone- literally anyone- else behind you. When you lock eyes with him, you know you're just not that lucky. “Hi Chris.”

He’s standing there, a face mask in his hand as he stares at you with wide eyes. The employee behind the counter taps your shoulder, handing you the iced coffee you ordered. Thanking her, you look back at Chris, clearing your throat. “Nice seeing you,” you say, sidestepping him to hurry to the door.

It breaks his trance. “Where have you been?” 

Your gut wrenches at the pain in his voice, and you pause briefly a foot away from the door. “I can’t have this conversation, I’m sorry.” You go to take the last step, hearing him move behind you.

“Wait, just talk to me. You disappeared, you changed your phone number. I had no idea what happened to you. Felix didn’t kn-”

“I wasn't cut out to be an idol, Chris. What's so hard to understand about that?” You push the door to the cafe open and he swears, scrambling to put on his mask and pull down his hat before chasing after you. You hurry across the street, ducking behind a food truck and hope he's lost sight of you, but you hear him call your name. Turning, you see him round the hood of the truck and roll your eyes, setting off in the opposite direction into the small park.

“Leave me alone, Chris. I don't want to talk about it.” Tears prick your eyes, threatening to fall when he catches up to you. He grabs your arm, spinning you to face him, words dying in his throat when he sees your eyes glistening.

“Mummy!” The shriek pierces the air, and you lift your face to the sky, bemoaning your terrible luck today. A small force crashes into your leg, wrapping around you when your hand threads into the mop of dark curly hair. Chris's face wrinkles in confusion, head tilting to process the scene in front of him. With a sigh, you wipe the tear that falls before dropping to your knees in front of your daughter.

“Hi pumpkin. I told you I would be right back, see?” You brush a stray curl out of her face, smiling brightly at her.

“You were gone too long.” She whines, pouting.

“I know,” you poke her bottom lip and she giggles. “I ran into an old friend.”

She turns to look at Chris, curiosity in her big brown eyes. You glance down at the ground, steeling yourself before you stand. You grab your daughter's outstretched hand and face Chris.

“Honey girl, this is Chris.” You gesture with your free hand, sighing. “Chris, this is my daughter, Clara.”

Eyes wide, Chris looks between you and your daughter. Clara takes a half step forward, sticking out her other hand. “Hi Chris!”

Pulling his face mask down past his lips, he gives her a shy smile, taking her hand gently. “Hi Clara, nice to meet you.” She grins at him, pulling her hand back and tucking her face into your leg, suddenly shy. 

Chris kneels down in front of Clara. “How old are you, Clara?”

She uncovers her face, looking at him with a dimpled grin. “I'm almost six!”

“Wow, when's your birthday?”

“September 4th. Will you come to my birthday party?”

You move to pat her head. “Pumpkin, that's-”

“I would like to,” Chris interrupts. “I'll try really hard.” 

“Yay! Grammy, did you hear that?” Clara turns, taking off toward the nearby bench where your mum sits, watching the interaction. Chris gives her an awkward wave and your mum responds with a small nod.

“I didn't realize your mum was here.” Chris pulls his mask back up.

“Yeah, it's kind of difficult to travel with a five year old.”

He clears his throat, looking around awkwardly. Motioning to another bench behind you, he speaks. “Can we talk now?”

You nod, sitting down beside him.

“I just need to make a quick call.” He pulls out his phone and dials out. Your Korean is rusty, having never been all that fluent, but you recognize Changbin's voice through the phone and catch enough words to know Chris is telling him something came up and he's running late. When he hangs up, he looks at you apologetically. “Sorry, we're supposed to film a SKZ Code today. I didn't want them sending the cavalry to find me.”

You just nod again, watching Clara as she runs out to the playground set, climbing up the slide the wrong way. After a minute of silence, Chris speaks again.

“She's mine, isn't she?”

Letting out a shaky breath, you blink back the stinging of tears that threaten to fall again. “Chris-”

“Don’t,” He takes a sharp breath. “Don’t lie to me. I can see it in her face. That’s why you left, isn’t it? Why didn’t you tell me? Why would you keep her from me? I would’ve helped, I could’ve-”

“No, you couldn’t.” You say harshly, looking at him and seeing the shock on his face. “You couldn’t, you were about to debut and I couldn’t let you throw that away for me.”

“It wouldn’t be throwing-”

“Chris, please.” The tears fall now, hearing the devastation in his voice. “Please don’t-”

“Honey,” your mum interrupts, snapping your attention to where she now stands a couple feet away, a soft look of understanding on her face. “Maybe you two should talk somewhere more private?” She glances around, and you nod your head.

“Thanks mum, that’s probably smart.” You turn to Chris, gesturing at the hotel on the far side of the park. “Do you want to come to our room, just in case anyone might see you here?”

He nods, glancing at your mum. “Yes, thank you for looking out.”

“Do you mind watching Clara a bit longer?” You stand, wiping your face.

“Not at all.” Your mum steps forward, kissing your forehead. “Take your time, honey.”

Clara is playing on the playground with another kid, so you leave her be, grateful for the distraction to slip away without the barrage of questions your daughter is prone to asking. You lead Chris to the lobby of the hotel and up to the third floor in silence. Once you’re tucked into the privacy of your hotel room, Chris removes his mask and hat, settling onto the small couch and looking at you expectantly.

You wring your hands together, sitting across from him on the corner of the bed.

“What happened? Why did you leave without saying anything?” Chris finally asks softly, eyes swimming. You bite at your lips, chewing on the skin, trying to figure out what to say. “You didn’t even give me a chance, you didn’t say goodbye. To me, t-to Felix. I was so worried, I was begging the staff to know what happened to you. All they said was that you wanted to leave-”

“I didn’t want to leave, I was forced to!” You snap, hand immediately flying up to cover your mouth at your own slip. Chris stares at you, mouth open in surprise before his brows come together in confusion.

“What do you mean, you were forced to?”

Closing your eyes, you curse yourself and your insanely bad luck- the theme of the day. Figuring he won’t let it go unless you tell him, you sigh. It would be better coming from you, right? If he asks too many questions…

Opening your eyes, you level a pleading look at him. “If I tell you everything, it doesn’t leave this room.”

His face twists as he grows more confused, shaking his head as if to understand you better. “I don’t-”

“Chris, I mean it. No one can know. I know you’ll tell the boys about Clara, that’s… fine, I guess. But nothing else, okay?”

“I-”

“Promise me, Chris.” You urge him, desperation in your voice. It makes him swallow, nodding nervously.

His voice is small when he speaks. “What happened to you?”

Sighing, you fidget as you finally let the past six years spill out of you. “Do you remember how I fainted during dance practice before I left?”

Chris nods.

“Staff brought me back to the dorms and gave me some fluids to rehydrate, and they made me eat. I started throwing up, so they brought a doctor. The doctor figured out I was pregnant, so he made me take a test. Staff reported it to JYP when it was positive, and I didn’t even have a chance to process the results before I was marched into a meeting where I was told my options.”

“Options?” Chris asks, and you nod, clearing your throat, not meeting his eyes.

“I refused the first one right away, still terrified about being pregnant, but I knew I couldn’t just… get rid of it.”

A strangled gasp escapes Chris, and you glance over to see his head in his hands. Your eyes dart to the ceiling in an attempt to prevent tears from falling.

“So, um,” you continue awkwardly, “my other option was to leave. JYPE terminated my contract immediately, and it didn’t take them long to figure out who the father was. I was presented with a very lengthy NDA stating that I wouldn’t reach out to you for the length of your contract with JYPE, among other things. That’s why you can’t say anything. If the company finds out I’ve breached the NDA-”

Chris lets out a sob, and you shoot to your feet, rushing over to him. You fall to your knees, yanking on his wrists to pull his hands from his face. He looks up, meeting your eyes, face crumpled with emotion. The lost years between you disappear. You tug his wrists around you, letting go to wrap around him as he buries his face in your chest and cries. Rubbing his back and rocking him gently, you hold him, letting him process. 

When the trembling of his body slows down, you press your lips to the top of his head, a hand coming up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Slowly, he pulls away from you, wiping at his face. You let your hands fall to his knees as you rub them reassuringly.

“I’m sorry. I never wanted to keep her from you.” You finally say, wiping away a stray tear from his cheek with your thumb. He nods numbly, eyes unfocused.

“I can give you money-”

“Chris, no.”

“It’s the least I can do. I can’t- I can’t be a father to her, not yet at least. But I can provide for her.”

“You already do.”

Chris meets your eyes, and you move to sit beside him on the couch, angled to face him. “Part of my agreement with the company. They give me a monthly stipend, kind of like child support.”

“How much?”

“Enough.”

Chris pushes. “How much is enough? I can give you more-”

“It’s equal to a percentage of your earnings. As Stray Kids makes more, we get more too.” You give him a cheeky grin. “I don’t think the company expected you boys to be this successful.”

He chuckles softly, leaning back into the couch with a sigh. “Has… Has she ever asked?”

“Yes.”

Chris swallows. “What did you tell her?”

“The truth. That her daddy doesn’t know- didn’t know. That one day I would find him and tell him, but I had to let him do his job first.” You shrug, the guilt weighing on you. “I had a lawyer look at the NDA, and it only specifies this current contract, not any renewals. I planned to reach out next year.”

Chris sits up, grabbing your hand. “Will you let me be a part of her life then?”

Squeezing his hand, you nod furiously. “I would never keep her from you. She’s… God, Chris, she’s so perfect. She is silly and sweet and smart and so loving. And curious, too! She asks a hundred different questions about everything- oh, and she loves animals!” Your heart swells, thinking about your daughter. “She is the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Chris rubs his thumb along the back of your hand. “I can’t wait to get to know her.”

You meet his eyes, seeing the pride swimming in them. “Me too. She’s going to love you so much.”

He blushes, his ears turning red. He clears his throat. “Where did you get the name Clara from?”

You smile gently. “Why do you call me Sugar Plum?”

His eyes widen in understanding. “We watched the Nutcracker-”

“-the night she was conceived, yeah.” You squeeze his hand gently.

There’s a small knock on the door of the room a moment before it swings open and Clara comes running through, tears in her eyes. Your mum closes the door behind them, and Clara barrels over to you as you pull your hand from Chris.

“Hey pumpkin, what’s wrong?” You ask, rubbing her back as she buries her face in the same spot Chris did.

“She fell off of a swing. She’s not hurt, but she realized you were gone and got upset. Sorry to interrupt.” Your mum answers, flopping down on the bed and shooting you a questioning look.

“That’s okay, Mum. We talked, and I told him what happened.”

“Yeah, I won’t let the company find out, I promise.” He says, hands out for reassurance. 

Your mum chuckles. “I know, Chris. You were always a good kid, I never doubted that.”

Clara shifts, turning her head to look at Chris, tears gone but still staining her cheeks. “You look familiar.” She says, and Chris turns his head to look at her.

You chuckle nervously and Chris glances at you before responding to Clara. “Oh really?”

“You look like Bang Chan.” She answers. You stifle a laugh, watching Chris’ eyes widen in surprise. He glances back to you, as if asking for permission, and you shrug, nodding silently.

“Well, funny you say that,” he says, leaning back and bringing his hand up, tucking a sideways peace sign to his cheek and giving her a half smile. Clara shoots out of your arms to launch herself at Chris with a squeal, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Bang Chan!” She screams, and everyone else laughs. Chris wraps his arms around her, holding her tight.

“Yeah, hi.” He looks over at you. “She knows Bang Chan?”

Clara pulls back and beams up at him. “Mummy lets me watch Stray Kids.”

Chris laughs, eyes crinkling and dimples flashing. “Really?”

You nod. “Oh yeah. Clara even knows some of the dances. Right, Clare-bear?”

Clara scurries away, to the empty space between the window and the bed. She pantomimes spitting in her hands and slapping them together, doing her version of the dance from Thunderous. Chris giggles in delight, asking her if he can take a video to show the other members, and Clara excitedly does her dance again.

“Wow, Clara, that was amazing!” Chris tells her, eyes beaming. She gets a little shy and hides behind you, but in a moment of boldness speaks up again.

“Will you show Felix?”

Chris makes a face, fighting a smile. “Sure, I can show Felix.” Clara ducks behind you again, and Chris raises a brow. “Felix?” He mouths to you, and you suppress a giggle.

“Her bias.” You mouth back, and he rolls his eyes.

“Unbelievable.” Chris pantomimes clutching his heart, and this time you do laugh. He glances at his phone with a sigh. “I should get going. Can we meet sometime next week?”

“We’re only here for a couple more days. My brother’s getting married, and then we’re back to Sydney.” You tell him. He makes a face.

“Can we keep in contact then? Figure something out?”

“Sure, Chris.”

“Why don’t you walk him out?” Your mum suggests, giving you the opportunity for a few minutes alone. You look at Chris, and he agrees.

“Clara, time to say bye.” You pull her around you, and she gives him a shy hug.

“Bye Chris Bang Chan.”

“Bye Clara, it was really nice to meet you. I hope to see you again soon, yeah?” He says, arms wrapped tight around her before he lets her go. He stands and gives your mum a big hug too.

“Take care of yourself, Chris.” Your mum adds, kissing his cheek. He ducks his head, nodding at her.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Come on,” you push him toward the door, “let’s get you out of here.”

You lead him into the hallway and to the elevator. Pressing the button, he turns to face you. “Are you seeing anyone?”

Your heart flutters. “No. I haven’t- I couldn’t-” you stop, clearing your throat, deciding to be bold. “I never stopped loving you. Clara reminds me of you every day, and it’s hard to fall out of love with you when my favorite person on earth is your daughter, too.”

Chris says nothing, looking at you so intensely that your cheeks start to burn. After a few seconds of silence, you begin to squirm, wondering if you said the wrong thing. You lick your lips, ready to apologize, but the movement draws his attention, eyes flickering to your lips briefly. When his eyes meet yours again, there’s a hunger in them that wasn’t there before.

You aren’t surprised when he moves a moment later, stepping into you to press his lips to yours softly. The elevator doors open and he pulls away, grabbing your hand to lead you into the elevator car. The doors close behind you, and, alone in the elevator, he presses the emergency stop button.

“Just one minute,” he murmurs before pressing you into the wall and kissing you again. His hands cup your face, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss. You whimper, the feeling of his mouth against yours both familiar and foreign at the same time. Fisting your hands in his shirt, you yank him closer, earning a groan from him. His tongue slips past your lips, tracing over your tongue, tasting you. You’re grateful for the hold he has on you, your legs going weak. Chris drags one hand up your side, ghosting over your shoulder to cradle the side of your head. A gasp falls from you, and he uses the opportunity to trail kisses across your jaw, under your ear, down your neck. His teeth graze your skin and you groan.

“Chris,” you murmur, and his mouth returns to yours. As if he’s starved, he takes from you, swallowing your gasps and groans. The six years apart fall away, and you’re standing in the dorms again, hands clutched in his hoodie as he kisses you for the first time.

“Chris, we can’t-” you gasp, pulling away from him. His arms wrap around you tighter.

“I don’t care.” He presses his lips to yours again, and you break the kiss.

“But what if we get caught?” You ask, pushing your hand to his chest, trying to stop him as he dips forward again.

“I don’t care.” He repeats, and you whine. “What are they going to do? Not let me debut? Too late.”

“You have the showcase soon, what if they-”

Chris silences you with a look, tilting his head to look at you from under his brows. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for months and I’m tired of waiting. Now, are you going to keep worrying? Or are you going to kiss me back?”

Chris pulls away slowly, placing another soft kiss to your lips and then to your cheek before stepping back. His hand reaches for the emergency button, and the elevator starts moving again. He slips his hat on and loops the mask around his ears. You watch him silently, begging your heart to calm down. When the doors open, he gestures you out first, following you through the lobby and out to the street.

“What’s your number?” He asks, unlocking his phone to hand it to you. You enter your contact information, adding your email address as well. “Email?”

“So I can send you photos and videos of Clara.” You say, blushing a little bit. He nods, ears reddening.

“I would like that, thank you.” He presses on your number and types out a message, sending you a hello for you to save his number. “I’ve got to go. I wish I could stay.”

“I know, Chris. Me too.”

He turns to leave before pausing, spinning back to face you. His hand grabs yours. “For what it’s worth, I never stopped loving you either.” He says suddenly, and you can’t hide the shock on your face. “I’m not sure I ever will.” 

“I- Wh- Chris,” you stammer, and he shakes his head.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it now. You’re back in my life now, and I’m happy to have this, no matter how much we have to figure out now. We’ll talk later, yeah?”

His eyes are bright and shining above his mask. Transfixed, you nod. “Of course.”

He breaks out into a grin, eyes crinkling. “Okay. See you later, Sugar Plum.”

xx

author's note: I promise not to make you wait too long for the rest! Part two will be out Wednesday April 3 and part 3 will be out April 5. Comment below or on the teaser post to be added to the taglist.

Of Haircuts and Hyunjin

Pairing: Hyunjin x afab!reader (Y/N)

Summary: Hyunjin badly needs a haircut, and you're about to be his new favorite hairdresser.

WC: 1.95k

Content Warning: Intended for 18+ mature audiences, MDNI! Suggestive Content. Let me know if I missed anything else.

The rays of the early morning sun shine down as Hyunjin pulls up outside of his favorite salon, District 9. The exterior is a sleek and modern building with an interior design of black and white. You stand behind the cleric counter tapping away at the booking computer's keyboard. You've just opened, so you're the only one here. As he approaches the cleric counter you greet him with a smile and a small bow.

"Welcome to District 9! You must be Hyunjin. I'm Y/N and I'll be your hairdresser today. Do you know what kind of style you're looking for today?"

He confirms and gestures to his hair with a chuckle "I think it's time to cut this a bit shorter.” All through dance practice the previous evening his silky black hair had been falling in his eyes and sticking to the sweat trickling from his temples.

You smile again and laugh "I think I can handle that. Are you interested in any color?"

Hyunjin finds himself caught up in your laugh - it's so warm and sweet and it lights up your face. Your rich brown eyes crinkle at the edges and he notices you have the cutest lips with a perfect cupid's bow.

After a moment he realizes he still hasn't answered your question.

"Color? Hmm..." He ponders. He hadn't been thinking about color but he could be persuaded. "What would you recommend?"

You study him for a moment - taking in the fine planes and angles of his face - before turning and leading him back to the hair wash stations. "I think you'd look very nice with a deep burgundy color."

He follows you a few strides behind and takes in your outfit. You're wearing a sleeveless black turtleneck crop top and a free flowing red skater skirt paired with black over the knee boots. He can't help the fleeting thought about how hot you look.

Once you reach your assigned wash sink, you gesture for him to take a seat on the plush leather. He does as instructed and reclines back so his head is over the sink. You turn the water on and adjust the heat until it feels just right.

You have to lean over him slightly to thoroughly wet his hair. He looks up at you through his lashes and is startled to realize that he can just catch a glimpse of your underboob. It's just a small sliver of flesh, but it looks firm and perky, and delicious. His tongue flicks out to lick across his upper lip. He flushes slightly at the trajectory of his thoughts and squeezes his eyes shut hoping you don't notice.

He opens his eyes again as you turn off the water and glances up at you. You give him a smile before turning to pump some shampoo into your hands. As you work the shampoo into a lather you also begin to massage his scalp and it feels heavenly. He closes his eyes again and lets out a small sigh of pleasure as he melts into the seat. 

You smirk at the sigh, you know it feels good - the wash step is everyone's favorite part about a haircut. While his eyes are closed, you study his face closer. His face is absolutely stunning, and you notice a beauty mark just below his left eye. You also notice the remnants of the flush that painted his face as you leaned over him earlier.   He may be your client, but it seems that neither of you are immune to the other's charms. And that, that makes you want to make him feel better.

Continuing your massage, you begin lightly scratching your short nails across his scalp. A bolt of pleasure zings down his spine leaving goosebumps in its wake. He shivers slightly and groans softly. The feeling of your nails at his scalp is transferring directly to his cock. He struggles  to quell his growing arousal. After all, the hair salon isn't the place to pop a full boner. 

Eventually, you remove your hands from his head and Hyunjin almost whines from the loss. You turn the water back on to thoroughly rinse the shampoo out before pumping some conditioner into your hands and applying it. After a few minutes, you rinse out the conditioner and squeeze the water from his hair. You wrap his hair in a towel and then purposefully lean over him again before tapping his shoulder and letting him know he can get up.

He looks up and catches another glimpse of that tantalizing flesh before you straighten up. He subconsciously licks his lip again before moving to get up. He follows you to your hair cutting station. He could just be imagining it but your hips look like they have a little more sway during your steps - your skirt swishing teasingly.

He sits in the barber's chair and you fasten a cape around his neck before adjusting the chair to the proper height. You prepare your comb and clippers with a #4 guard and say "well, shall we get started then?" He nods and you begin running the clippers through his hair. 

He strikes up a small conversation with you while he studies you through the mirror in front of you. He studies the way that top clings to your breasts. The way your skirt flares out from your waist. He asks how long you've been a hairdresser. You reply that you've been doing hair for about 7 years now, that your family doesn't approve, and that this is your first month with District 9. That explains why he's never seen you before, he'd have remembered.

You continue your movements while engaging in his idle chitchat, the words flowing effortlessly. Once his hair is uniformly clipped, you switch to your pair of scissors for the finishing touches. You spin the chair around to work on his hair in the front and Hyunjin promptly finds himself face to face with your perfect breasts. The barber’s chair is set to just the right height - all Hyunjin would need to do is lean forward and his face would nestle straight between your globes. The ones that he was just admiring in the mirror. Instead, he takes in a steadying breath through his nose. Notes of jasmine, amber, and a hint of citrus invade his senses. You smell smell warm, sensual and inviting. Rather than steadying himself, his exhale is even shakier. 

You raise your arms to trim some uneven pieces of hair and your breasts rise with them. Christ. He groans to himself. He can tell you’re not wearing a bra, and if he’s not mistaken, he can see your nipples. Hard tips pressing against the ribbed material of your top. He can’t help but lick his lip again as he imagines what it would be like to take one of those points between his lips - his teeth. 

As you're trimming with your scissors, you leave the ghost of touches along the shell of his ears, and down the back of his neck. Brief and teasing, but innocent enough to be passed off as accidents. The feather light touches heat his skin andsend jolts of pleasure shivering across his body. Between everything - his thoughts, your smell, your touches - he’s rock hard in his jeans. He’s never been more thankful that the cape covers his entire lap. He wonders if you know what you're doing to him. (You do - and you love how responsive he seems to be).

As quickly as you turned him to face you, you spin him back around. You set down your comb and scissors and brush off any stray pieces of hair that remain stuck to his shoulders. You lean down and whisper in his ear “all done.” His brain seems to freeze as he feels your warm breath caressing his ear. Before he realizes it, you’re standing up straight as if nothing happened asking "what do you think? Have you given any more thought to color?"

His brain is still struggling to catch up. Did he just imagine that you whispered in his ear? He clears his throat and studies his reflection in the mirror. He thinks the hair cut is perfect and just what he wanted. He shouldn’t have his hair in his eyes for a least a couple months. After studying himself for a second, his eyes slide to look at your reflection. His hair might be cut, but he’s not quite ready to leave yet. He swallows and replies "the cut is perfect and I think I'd love to get some color."

You grin and excitedly reply "you want to go with the burgundy?"

He nods and you clap your hands and head off to mix the dye.

He watches you go with a smirk on his face. Just what are you doing to him he thinks. 

You return and apply the dye to his hair before setting a timer and leaning your back against the counter in front of him. You cross your arms, pushing your breasts together and up. After seeing them up close he wants to touch them so bad. To feel how they fill his palms, and to test their weight. He has to clench his jaw and his hands into fists below the cape before he does something that would be very inappropriate. 

You catch him staring and give him a smirk and wink. "Do you like what you see?" Your voice is low and sultry.

"Darling, you have no idea," he groans. You might have some idea you think to yourself.

You unfold your arms to push yourself up to sit on top of the counter. As you do so your skirt rises slightly. Hyunjin’s gaze tracks straight to the toned thighs that are revealed a little more. You cross your legs, allowing him a flash of your panties as you do. "Well, I like what I see too,” you say as you not so subtly look him up and down. He flushes slightly but meets your gaze. His twin orbs seeming to mirror the desire you feel. 

You spend the next 30 minutes waiting for the color to develop and exchanging flirty remarks. When the timer goes off you lead him back to the hair wash station. You know exactly what you’re doing as you take your final chance to lean over him. You take your time carefully rinsing the dye from his hair. 

Afterwards, you lead him back to the chair for a quick blow dry. As you fan the heated air across his hair, ears, and neck he can’t help but think of the warm air that came from your breath. He stares hard at your reflection while you work - thinking of this experience and all the things he’d like to do to you. Glancing at him in the mirror, you catch him staring. 

Turning off the blow dryer you place it back in its holding slot. You lower the barber’s chair to it’s resting position and remove the cape from around his neck. "Alright Hyunjin, if you're done checking me out, let's go ahead and get you checked out!" You grin at him and he smirks back, taking a moment to not so subtly adjust himself. Your eyes flick down to the way he grabs himself through his jeans. It’s your turn to lick your lips. 

At the cleric counter he hands you his sleek black card and you ring him up. He signs the receipt and leaves you a big tip. You hand him a copy of the receipt. At the bottom is a hastily scribbled note.

In case you want to do more than look ###-###-#### - <3 Y/N

A/N: Thanks for reading my second fic, y'all. I left this one suggestive but let me know if you'd be interested in a part 2.

Also, my requests are open and I'd love to hear your ideas!

Body Worship - Seo Changbin

Masterlist

Pairing: Changbin  x reader (afab) 

wc: ~2.7k

Type: Angst, smut, established relationship

Warnings: Insecurities (body image issues), cursing, mention of online bullying & death threats, crying, tons of kissing, love bites/ marking, sensory play (reader is blindfolded), unprotected piv, use of sex toys, prone bone, aftercare. Let me know if I missed any!

a/n: I don’t care who you are, but every single one of you is beautiful! You better believe it or I’ll send Changbin after you, myself! 😤

Enjoy lovelies!

It had been weeks since you showed your face to the public or been out of the house for that matter. All you wanted to do was stay home in your cozy bed and sleep. To say you were insecure was an understatement. Your boyfriend, Changbin, hadn’t really minded your increasing tendencies to stay in bed. He figured you were just catching up on some much needed rest. However, when it was creeping up on the third week of you turning down his date ideas he started to get worried. 

“Bunny, you doing okay today?” 

“I’m fine, Binnie.” You sighed from underneath the pile of blankets. 

Changbin let out a frustrated groan. He knew you weren’t fine, but he couldn’t figure out why. He finally had vacation time and all he wanted to do was spend it with you. Take you out to all your favorite places and maybe make some new adventures. 

You, on the other hand, despised the thought of it. Not because you didn’t want to spend quality time with your beloved boyfriend, but because of what his fans and media might think. You and Changbin had started dating a little over two years ago. At first the relationship was kept a secret with only his group members, close friends, and family knowing of your status. But once you both had felt comfortable you guys decided to make your relationship public. For the most part, it went over well with Stays accepting your presence and news outlets making headlines about you dating the K-pop idol. 

Even though the majority of fans and media welcomed you, there were still toxic fans and tabloids that tried to tear you down. Normally, you wouldn’t let the hate get to you, but some of the things you read in news articles or comments fans made chipped away at your confidence bit by bit. It started off with an unflattering photo caught by paparazzi when you and Changbin were headed to the airport, then the comments began rolling in. 

‘Her face looks so uneven’

‘She dresses like a toddler’

‘Changbin could do so much better’

You wanted to ignore it all. Push all the hate aside and continue with the happiness you found in Changbin. But just when you were getting used to the mild negativity, the death threats came. Some crazy fans had found your personal accounts, threatening you to stay away from their Changbin. There had even been a trending tag on Twitter reading ‘Save Binnie from his scrooge girlfriend.’ 

That was your final straw, the final push that had sent you into recluse mode almost three weeks ago. You started nitpicking your looks and facial features. You became hyper aware of every scar and stretch mark on your body. You would stand in the mirror pinching the chub of your stomach or thighs. Everything made you feel disgusted with yourself and the only way to feel any kind of comfort was to hide away. 

“Come on, you have to talk to me eventually.” Changbin wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Talk about what? There’s nothing wrong…” you lied through your teeth. 

Changbin pulled the duvet from your curled form. You whined trying to grab it back from him. 

“Binnieeee, please just leave me be right now.” 

“Not until you’re honest with me,” he retorted. 

You simply laid there feeling defeated, covering your face with your hands as tears welled at your lash line. He could hear the faint sniffles you were trying to keep quiet. Changbin became increasingly concerned and grabbed your wrists to move them away from your face. 

“Hey, hey baby, why are you crying? Please talk to me. I am begging you.” He was pleading with you. 

“Why are you still with me…?” You averted your eyes, not able to look your boyfriend in the face. 

“What are you talking about? I’m with you because I love you and you make me the happiest man on earth.”

“But I’m nothing more than an ugly fucking scrooge!” You had snapped, tears full on running down your cheeks as you completely turned your face away. 

Bin placed his hands on either side of your cheeks making you look at him. 

“Why are you saying this? Please don’t talk down about yourself, it breaks my heart to see you hurting.” 

“Social media and some of your fans have been saying rude things. But now I see that it’s all true.” You mumbled, halfway hoping he wouldn’t hear you, but he did. 

“None of it is true. You have to stop paying attention to those haters.” He said softly as he rubbed your cheeks with the pad of his thumbs. 

“You’re only saying that..” you tried to pull out of his hold but he kept you close.

“Baby, you are the most gorgeous thing to have ever walked this universe. People are always graced by your beauty when you walk into a room. I am beyond lucky to call you mine and I’ll personally fight anyone who thinks otherwise.” He declared to you.

“So you don’t think I look like the scrooge?” You sniffled.

He chuckled while shaking his head, “course not. You are my beautiful babes.” 

“I- I don’t believe it. I’m sorry.. I just feel so ugly and unworthy of you.” You sobbed again.

Changbin pulled you in close placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before getting off the bed. “Guess I’ll just have to prove it to you. Make you believe it.” He simply stated while walking around the shared bedroom gathering a few items and even lighting a couple of candles. 

For a minute you were confused. How was he going to achieve a seemingly impossible task? You had your mind made up and there was no changing it. Your insecurities were set in stone. 

After Bin had gathered what he was looking for he kneeled on the bed in front of where you were now sat up. 

“Close your eyes f’ me.” He said calmly.

“Bin, I don’t think-“ you tried to resist.

“That wasn’t a request, bunny.” 

You shut your mouth and followed his command, closing your eyes. You could feel some kind of thick silk being wrapped around your head, making sure you couldn’t see anything. 

“What are you doing?” You inquired.

“Shhh, I’m going to be the one asking questions. Understand?” 

“…yes,” you whispered. 

“That’s my girl,” he praised. Changbin ran his fingers through your hair, landing his palm on the crown of your head massaging just the way you liked it. You began to relax, your previous sobbing and sniffles coming to a stop. He then gripped onto the roots of your hair and maneuvered your head to the side so he had easy access to your neck. 

“Can’t believe you’d talk about yourself - my girl - in such a way. You have a wonderful mind and a beautiful body and I intend to worship all of it. Show you exactly what I see.” He placed a kiss on your neck, sucking and biting the flesh which will surely leave a mark. 

“You’re so pretty, so damn pretty.” He murmured with his lips still pressed under your jaw, moving to another spot to mark. Your breath hitched when you felt his tongue lick up the column of your neck. 

Needless to say, you and Bin hadn’t been the most intimate the last few weeks. So every kiss and every touch he gave you made you feel more sensitive. The way his hands caressed down your waist until he reached the hem of your shirt set your skin on fire. He pulled the clothing over your head and tossed it on the floor. You covered your chest with your arms out of reflex, but he stopped you. 

“Don’t hide this gorgeous body from me, sweetheart. I need to see you. I crave you.” He said in an almost animalistic tone. It sent shivers down your spine. Bin placed his hand between your breasts and lightly pushed you down to lay flat on your back. He then slid his hand to the side to cup and squeeze your right breast. “Such beautiful tits you have,” he leaned down to suck on the left. “So squishy and perfect,” he’d say between sucks and licks to your nipples.

You started letting out airy moans at his ministrations on your chest. Changbin came up to place another kiss on your lips before kissing down your sternum and down your stomach. The motions made you tense as you especially hated your abdomen. He sensed the change in your body language and rubbed your sides spending extra time there. His fingertips hooking into the hem of your sweatpants, pulling them down along with your panties. 

“Binnie.. don’t look please.” You started shaking from anxiety. 

“It’s okay, baby. It’s just me. Binnie’s got you, bunny.” He reassured you as he continued his kissing assault on your middle. 

“I especially love your soft tummy. One of my favorite parts of you and the best place to lay my head when we cuddle.” Changbin affirmed. You whined at his declaration, then you felt him go even lower, spreading your legs apart. You wanted to close them so badly but you know he’d just pull them open again. You couldn’t deny that you were dripping with arousal at this point. He landed a kiss on your wet core making you shudder. Then you heard him shuffling for something next to you. You kind of hated not being able to see anything but in a way it made you calmer. 

A few more seconds passed before you felt your boyfriend shift and a cold object was placed directly in your clit. Changbin clicked the device making it come to life. It was your vibrator. The sudden feeling making your body jolt and a whimper escape your lips. You couldn’t see it, but you could practically feel the smirk Bin would most certainly be sporting right now. 

“Now, you don’t get to cum until you admit how beautiful you are. Got it?” He established a rule that he wanted to make sure you understood. 

“Nng I- I can’t!” The vibrations were already drawing you close. 

“Oh you will, bunny.” He said matter of factly.

Changbin kept the little toy in place on your clit as his other hand along with his lips explored every other inch of your body. He chanted how beautiful, gorgeous, and stunning you were like a mantra. You tried to hold your orgasm back as long as you could but he knew you were on the edge by the way your hips bucked. 

“C’mon, say it. Lemme hear ya, honey.” 

Your brain went fuzzy and you just wanted to cum so bad. “M’ pretty! Fuck, s’ pretty!” You called out. 

“Good girl, that’s right baby. Good job,” he praised.

You were panting, trying to catch your breath as he let you calm down from your high. Changbin removed the vibrator from your soaked pussy, tossing it aside. 

Once your boyfriend felt you were ready he maneuvered you so you were laying on your front, facing your body to the foot end of the bed. He then placed a pillow under your lower tummy to make sure you were comfortable. You could feel him situate himself between your legs behind you, his weight slowly pressing onto your back. You felt a light tug to the silk ribbon he had tied around your eyes some time ago. It fell away, allowing you to see again. You blinked a few times to adjust to the lighting. When your eyes focused you could see he had moved you so you could see yourself in the mirror that was placed at the opposite side of the room. You immediately hid your face in the mattress, not wanting to bear witness to the reflection in front of you.

“Don’t look away, bun. Wan’ you to see how absolutely ethereal you look when we fuck.” He nipped at your ear before reaching a hand around to the front of you to grab under your jaw and lift your head. In your haste to hideaway you hadn’t noticed that Changbin was naked on top of you. You wondered how you could feel his cock throbbing so clearly on your thigh. 

“Don’t wanna look,” you whined while locking eyes with him through the mirror. 

“But you just have to see what I see when you cum. You look so pretty when you cum, baby.” You knew there was no protesting, so you simply nodded. 

Changbin lifted his hips slightly so he could line his cock up with your entrance that was currently clenching around nothing. He sank into you slowly, allowing you to adjust. Bin’s cock was thick and the stretch always burned deliciously when he first entered. You let out a breathy moan as he started to grind his hips into your core. The sound of skin smacking as he bounced off your ass. 

He could see your eyes glaze over with lust as pleasure overtook you. You kept your gaze on the mirror as your boyfriend fucked into you mercilessly from behind. “Yeah, that’s it, babe. So fucking gorgeous, my girl- ah,” he landed a harsh slap to your rear making the skin ripple. You let out a squeak between the string of moans falling from your lips. 

Binnie leaned down placing kisses on your back and shoulders, occasionally biting to leave his mark. He’d look up every few thrusts to make sure you were still watching yourself and at one point he saw the position of your eyes shift. You had siren eyes and your moans became more throaty, indicating to him that you were definitely into it. Into checking yourself out which is exactly what he wanted. 

Suddenly, Changbin reached around to grip your neck and pull you up against his chest. Making you both kneel while his other arm wrapped across your waist. His cock reached deeper this way and hit that spot that drove you wild. The knot in your core threatened to snap with every harsh pump of his dick. 

“M’ gonna cum! B-bin please!” You screamed while looking up at the ceiling, your vision becoming blurry. 

Changbin redirected your gaze to the mirror again as he felt your body spasming from your release. 

“Mm fuck look how gorgeous y’ look cummin’ on my cock like that,” he said between grunts as his own high washed over him. His seed spurting into you in waves. 

“So.. gorgeous,” you repeated as your orgasm finished wracking your body. You couldn’t help but watch how your body glowed after your second release of the night. A thin sheen of sweat adorning your body, almost looking like you were sparkling. You looked positively hot, maybe you could see in yourself what your boyfriend saw. 

You both stayed like that for a while, connected and calming down from the mind blowing sex. Changbin pulled out after a few more minutes then went to the bathroom to run a hot bath for the both of you. You laid on the bed feeling uncomfortably sticky from the sweat drying. Before you knew it your boyfriend had returned and picked you up bridal style in his strong arms and carried you to the bath. You giggled and kicked your feet at his display of strength. 

“Binnie! I can walk by myself ya know?” 

“I just fucked you senseless and you think you’d be able to walk straight?” He chuckled.

You huffed in response as he gently lowered you into the water. The warmth encapsulating your body. Changbin stepped in to sit behind you and pulled you back so you were laying on his broad chest. He kissed the side of your head and whispered sweet nothings in your ear while lightly tracing the love bites that were bruising on your skin. 

Somehow the marks made you feel even more confident. They were symbols of your loving boyfriend and that in itself was beautiful to you. 

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