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thinking about this with jisung…. oh god..

Hwang Hyunjin x Reader [today, it’s you.]

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Summary: today, something is looming over Hyunjin. It follows him as a weird feeling, ruining every effort of relief with a pressure in his head. When it suffocates him in a place he feels most safe, he can’t sleep. Enter, you, his roommate, to save the day with a bowl of ramen, allergy meds, and just you. 

Warning: kissing! cute fluffy idiots!!!! swear words! its just roomates to idiots to lovers!

Word count: 3k

Note: I haven’t written in so long but AH! Pajama Party Hyunjin lives rent free in my head. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!!!

Hyunjin has always felt safe in his bed. Nothing quite comforted him like the weight of his crisp white duvet tangled between his legs, shielding him from whatever existed outside of his bed. Nothing more inviting than smushing his entire face into his flat pillow, cheek pressed up against the silk, and eyes closed. The faint scent of lavender bed spray reminds him that he’s here, and he’s safe. Hyunjin always feels at peace here. 

But today, it’s different. 

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NAH. NAH. CHRISTOPHER HAS BEEN ACTING UP TOO MUCH SO HERE. HAVE SOME FUCKING HARD THOUGHTS BECAUSE I AM B R O K E N. ( @lix-ables thnx for suffering with me)

“you’re staring.”

“huh? no i’m not.”

you definitely were, and doing a piss poor job of hiding it.

elbow propped up on the kitchen island, head held in your chin as you dazed off in the direction of a group of frat boys your friend had invited. usually you stayed far away from any man who was willingly apart of a fraternity, but one of them demanded your attention from the moment he stepped into the apartment and you physically couldn’t look away.

average height, short, dark hair parted in the center so his bangs flopped on his forehead. he was almost over dressed for a college party - a black button up, at least five buttons undone and giving a peek of his toned chest, was tucked into skinny jeans of the same shade with a pair of black chelsea boots on his feet. he looked good and you, being a human being with eyes, couldn’t not stare at him.

a man, who literally looks like he could have been sculpted by gods, walked into your friend’s apartment and was now breathing the same air as you.

actually, you weren’t sure if you were breathing or not.

especially when he turned in the direction of the exposed kitchen, catching your eye. the embarrassment hit you like a train - your staring was nothing short of obvious - and just as you were about to hide the heat creeping up your neck, the corner of his lips twitched up into a smirk you could only describe as sexy. his eyes roamed to your top; a flowy black crop top that tied in the middle that complimented your boobs tremendously.

now, he was the one staring.

you wanted to cover your chest. to hide. to run out of the apartment and never show your face again. a good dye job and haircut could get you pretty far, no one would ever know what happened to you. if only you could get your feet to move.

but they were glued to the ground, just like your eyes were glued to him. to the frat boy, who was now walking towards you.

oh, fuck.

who’s to say how quickly the two of you ended up in your mutual friend’s bedroom, the door locked and shutting the loud party out. all that mattered in the moonlit room was the man in front of you, and the way his lips moved in the most mesmerizing way.

plush, soft, but firm and rough when against yours. his tongue explored every inch of your mouth, desperate yet unhurried. fuck, did it feel good. the way he stroked your cheek with a hand as his tongue tickled yours. his other hand had a tight grip on your waist, keeping your body flush against his. you had no idea what to do with your hands, frazzled by every part of this situation. you opted on gripping his shirt with both hands, making sure he didn’t move even an inch away.

when he pulled away, you both were panting. a bead of sweat rolled down his temple as he let out an airy chuckle, the smirk from earlier returning.

“you taste good.” he whispered. his large palm still cupped your face, thumb moving to press against your bottom lip. he pulled it down slightly, eyes fixed on it. “wanna kiss you all night.”

“then do it.” you whined.

he chuckled again, and at this point you didn’t even know how you were standing. every part of your body burned and pulsated with excitement and lust for this stranger.

“so demanding.” he pushed his thumb into your mouth just a bit, eyes flickering up to check if it was okay. when you showed no resistance, he pushed it further in until it was pressing on your mid tongue. you closed your lips around it, sucking feebly on it. “didn’t anyone teach you any manners, baby girl?”

your whimper was muffled by his thumb, but he still heard it. it was evident by the smile he sported now, and the erection pressed against your lower body. his jeans rubbed against your as you moved your hips forward briefly. clothing had never felt more restrictive.

unhurried, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth with a popping sound, a bit of spit dribbling down your chin.

“what do you want?” he whispered, smearing his spit covered thumb across your lip.

“to know your name.” what the fuck was that? THAT’S what you wanted? out of all the things you could’ve said-

“chan.” he said without an ounce of judgement in your request. “but i’ll answer to whatever you wanna call me, baby.”

it was your turn to smile, humming as he continued to rub your lip.

“is that all?” the palm on your hip moved up, pushing the flimsy material of your shirt up with it. his fingers danced on your rib cage, goosebumps forming underneath his touch.

you shook your head, your own hands now moving to undo the rest of his buttons.

“tell me.” the palm smoothly slid to your upper stomach, right below your breasts. chan tugged on the knot where your shirt was tied, slowly unraveling it and letting it fall open. at the sight of your breast, chan let out a low groan that was almost animalistic. movements still unhurried, he cupped one of your breast, thumb gently flicking your nipple.

at this point, you had gotten his shirt unbuttoned, pushing is open and letting your hands roam over his abs. fuck, of course he had abs. of course he felt like a chocolate bar under your touch. the nipple he played with hardened, and chan swore under his breath, moving to lightly pinch it.

“tell me…and i’ll do it.” a moan fell from his lips as your nails scratched down his chest. the way his head rolled to the side, eyes shutting in pleasure as you clawed him had your heart hammering against your chest. he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

so, why would you hold back?

“usually i’d say whatever you want.” his moans continued as your nails raked up to his neck, pressing more firmly on the thin skin. his heart was racing at the same pace as yours. “but right now, i really want you to pin me against the wall and fuck my brains out.”

his eyes opened slowly, chuckling as he looked down at you. who knew the pretty, quiet girl who couldn’t stop staring at him, whose hands shook the entire time he spoke to her, had such a dirty mouth?

chan was going to have fun with you.

“that’s what you want? want me to make you fall apart on my cock? make you forget your own name until you’re screaming mine like a prayer?”

it was your turn to moan, his words doing more than you ever thought words could do. you were putty in his hands, his to mold, his to play with.

“yes.” your voice was breathy, filled with anticipation with what was to come.

he gripped your chin, pulling your face into his. his breath smelled like cheap beer and spearmint gum, and it was just as captivating as every other part of him.

chan’s lips ghosted against your, his hard cock pressing more firmly into your stomach. the hand on your breast squeeze hard, the skin bruising as he dug his nails into the soft skin.

“say please.”

dig bick jen

i’m in shambles i can’t do this guys 😭

manspreading and everything…

Unsaid || Lee Minho

Unsaid || Lee Minho

Genre(s): Fluff, teensy bit of angst

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: none

a/n: i meant to post this last week but i got so busy with work and my sister’s birthday that it got postponed😭 but it’s here now! and i hope you enjoy :3

and of course, reposts and feedback are always appreciated!🌻

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You visited Minho’s dorm room enough times for him to recognize even the pattern of your knock- two quick, sharp raps followed by a lighter one. It was one of the sounds he heard the most- what with you being his neighbour and close friend- as you came over quite often, either to study or drag him on an early morning coffee run.

But he wasn’t expecting to hear your particular knock on his door at nearly two in the morning, when you would usually be fast asleep. He lifted his head at the sound, pausing the perusing of his notes with a frown. “What the hell…” 

He was at the door in an instant, swinging it open to find you standing there, dressed in just a tank top and pajama bottoms, arms wound behind your figure as you gazed at the floor, before your eyes jumped to catch his stare.

Something was wrong, was his immediate thought. Your eyes were wide, your hair was a mess, your gaze bleary, and you looked…

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