Skz Reactions; Head Canons | Fic Recs Pt1

skz reactions; head canons | fic recs pt1

Pt 2

masterlist

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SKZ vs. someone arguing w/ their s/o

high school boyfriends

you falling asleep on them

Accidentally Injuring You and Then Caring For You

babying them

when they are jealous

calling skz “baby”

s/o falls asleep on another member

wearing a short skirt

when their drunk crush is all over them  

when you're the dominant one in ur relationship

what they would do to get your attention

they find out that you don’t want kids

S/O is always cold  

Cuddle Buddies But He Wants More

being a cold boyfriend on the outside, but a softie on the inside

their crush becomes comfortable with them and starts being affectionate back

types of crushes

when they feel insecure (hyung line)

as pet hybrid 

when they realise their crush is in love with them 

you falling asleep on their shoulders

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒔 90'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 [ 𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 ]

a Movie Night

nxt 2 u: mornings with stray kids

A Member Dislikes You

as animal hybrid boyfriends

laying between your thighs

cliche kdrama scenes

When He Lays Down On Your Butt

bathing w skz 

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜

small things with them 

how they would sleep with you 

little things they do when they have a crush on someone

when he gets clingy 

sharing a bed with you 

shutting him up with a kiss 

when you refuse to hold their hand ( hyung line )

Throwing flowers at him ( affectionately)

Randomly asking them to marry you

sitting on their lap while they are gaming

they meet you protective sibling

Sickly in love

meeting the boys

matching with another member hyung line maknae line

Asking them to send a photo pretending you are with them hyung line maknae line

you knit them a blanket

kissing them and running away

wiping off their kisses

you taking their clothes hyung line maknae line

you have to kiss your costar in a movie/ drama

something of your he keeps with him

when they have a little too much to drink

being your plus one

finding out their so is skipping meals

sleeping habits

surprising them on set maknae line hyung line

Endearments skz would give you hyung line maknae line

forced proximity

your randomly meow at them hyung line maknae line

types of couples

cooking date

telling skz you like them out of blue

Manicured

chapstick

You are cuddly

Building legos

Intimate moments with bad boy!skz

asking for a pillow to cuddle when you stay over as a prank 

waking up next to them

making grabby hands at them when you’re sleepy

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the morning  after [01]

the morning  after [02]

things best friends don’t do

things best friends don’t do - part 2

their crush sits on their lap

Stray Kids reaction to you moaning another members name during sex

skz reaction to you being needy

Their favorite body part of yours

Aftercare

Aftercare for Stray Kids

accidentally seeing a sext from one of their members s/o

lovebites 

Cum tributes

you try to unbuckle their belt while cuddling

giving them hickies

how they give aftercare

secret dirty fantasies

first couple shower 

Inexperienced reader

getting your nipples pierced

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phone with seungmin ♡ two

⇢ pairing: seungmin x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 6.1k ⇢ genre: smut, mutual pining (sort of), coworker!au ⇢ summary: seungmin has trouble facing you after your late night call ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; smut [fingering, clit stimulation, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), groping] ⇢ part one ♡ masterlist ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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Seungmin should feel embarrassed, he’s aware. He’s just walked into work—his first shift with you since that phone call that’s been plaguing his mind—and you giggled when he walked behind the bar, throwing in a quiet “hey, perv” at him. Your words instantly made blood rush to his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he stuttered a greeting in return and rushed to the back to get changed.

Thankfully, no one heard you, which is exactly why you said it, but Seungmin’s heart is still racing like crazy. You’re perfect from head to toe, everything he wants, and now you’re teasing him about being a pervert after that phone call. He doesn’t feel embarrassed—he feels kind of defeated. 

The phone call you had was promising because it made Seungmin believe he actually stood a chance with you. The picture you told him he could keep was proof of that. Of course, him being himself, he hasn’t texted you yet. He’s seen that picture more times than he can count now, used it to get off, refresh his memory, and imagine that phone call all over again, yet he didn’t text.

It isn’t because he doesn't want to ask you out or anything like that—it’s because he wants to do it face to face to prove to himself and you that he can do this. If Seungmin keeps being a nervous mess around you, there’s no chance you’ll want to go on more than one date with him. He can’t blame you. Who’d want to meet up with a guy who can’t look them in the eyes for longer than ten seconds? Besides, do you even want to date? You only said you two should fuck.

You can do better, and Seungmin has to live up to your expectations if he wants to keep talking to you this way, if he wants to turn this into something more. So his plan today was to come into work, say hi to you, and ask you if you wanted to go out with him sometime this week. However, you calling him a perv, albeit jokingly, completely took him by surprise and sidetracked his decision to ask you out. 

The majority of the shift is awkward for him since another colleague is there too, so there’s no way for you and Seungmin to talk about what happened face to face in private. Instead, all he can do is sneak glances your way when he thinks you’re not looking and have you catch him almost every time. When you do, you smile or smirk, depending on the mood you’re in, and it brings him some sort of hope. Maybe he can do this. Maybe he’s got a chance with you, maybe you weren’t just horny that night.

When the coworker takes their half-an-hour-long break, they leave the two of you alone by the bar, and his palms instantly start getting sweaty and slippery, things start falling out of his hands and landing on the bar, and you chuckle under your breath. The worst part? It’s slow hours at work, meaning that you and Seungmin have nothing to do except lounge around and wait for customers. 

Seungmin tries to find something to do to preoccupy himself with anything other than standing there and looking at you without anything to say. While he’s cleaning the sink, you walk over and stand right next to him, hip to hip. Your closeness instantly makes him correct his posture and take a deep breath. It’s been a while since he’s had you this close, especially without any booze involved.

“You okay there, Seungmin?” you ask with a tinge of playfulness in your voice. He can’t see your face, but he’s sure you’re smirking, as always. He gulps and looks straight ahead.

“Yup, just….  Wasting time. Counting the hours until I can go home,” Seungmin tells you with a sigh, unable to even look to the side to face you because you smell so good and he’ll just think about kissing you if he looks at you, and he can’t do that at work. Even if he could, he’d chicken out. “Slow day, huh? Not that many people around today.”

“Nervous?” you ask, lowering your voice as you completely ignore everything he’s told you. Maybe it’s for the better. He is just blabbering because he is nervous when you’re so close to him. “Was the perv thing too much? I’m sorry.”

God, you’re bringing it up in public! Seungmin purses his lips and takes a deep breath, screaming internally. He’s red in face and he just knows it without having to look at himself. You’re looking at him, though, so he’s sure you know and are enjoying it. “No…” He gulps again, hating how weak his voice sounds. “It-it’s fine, really.”

“I mean, both of us were on the call, so that makes us both kind of perverted,” you continue, still keeping your voice down, not really paying attention to the three customers sitting a couple of tables away. 

Seungmin, however, has his eyes on them now, not wanting them to stand up and startle him if he gets too lost in this conversation with you. He’d probably flinch and stutter and seem as an even bigger mess than he really is. “I… Uhm, yes.”

“I like that, though,” you admit, once again taking him by surprise. How you can be so open about something so personal, and in public, at that, is always astonishing. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, I’m an open book,” Seungmin says even though he knows he’s in fact not an open book. He’s scared shitless, completely lost in his feelings for you. These feelings are not purely sexual, which makes them so much worse, and he’s feeling incompetent. He can’t exactly admit any of that and still look cool in your eyes—if he ever did.

“Why haven’t you still texted?” You go straight for the jugular with a little chuckle. “Listen, if you lost interest, that’s totally fine, but I kind of don’t think you did. In fact, I think you’re just freaking out a bit after what happened.”

“I—” The words die down in his throat, it suddenly feels so dry, and nothing comes to mind. He goes stiff all over, and his mouth stays open for a while until he tries to come up with something to say. Then, Seungmin clears his throat and decides to man up for once. He wasn’t the first one to bring dating up like he wanted to, but he can now be honest about it. “I’m sorry. I do want to text and date you. I wanted to ask you… out today.”

“Did the perv thing mess with you that much?” you suggest, clearly already knowing him better than he thought you did. With a slight nudge, you add, “I have to keep my mouth shut then. I’d love to go out with you. Or just make out, whichever comes first.”

With that, you let out a little chuckle and pat his butt. It’s a simple ass smack, you and the other girls give them to each other when you pass one another in the bar, and sometimes, he gets one from one of the other coworkers. It doesn’t mean anything, but feeling your touch makes his body react, embarrassingly so.

It’s not just the touching, though, it’s the fact that you just said you wanted to make out with him, Kim Seungmin, that has blood rushing to his cock. “I, uh, I… Amazing then. We should do that.”

You giggle now, moving in even closer until he finally looks to the side and faces you. Fuck, you’re so pretty, especially so up-close and when you’re smirking at him the way you are. He forgets all about being at the workplace and there being customers in the same room, and simply stares right back. “Date or make out?” you ask, clearly enjoying watching him struggle. 

His hands have long stopped using the rag to clean the sink, and now he’s just standing there staring at you, unable to look away. Seungmin swallows the lump in his throat and answers, “Both?”

You hum happily, giving him a slight nod. “Mmm, I like that. And I see that,” you say, shooting a glance at his erection. 

It’s these fucking pants, he knows it. The job uniforms are these ugly polo shirts you all have to wear, but the bottoms are up to the employees. You, as always, have opted for a skirt that gives Seungmin a clear enough look at your thighs, which he so desperately wants to sink his teeth into, even now when he’s panicking about his dick getting hard. 

He, on the other hand, chose tight pants to seem more professional. The downside? Everyone can see when he’s hard in them—you can see he’s hard. “Uh, I’m sorry,” Seungmin says with a sigh, letting his hands fall to his sides, shoving his fist into his pocket to try to hide what you’ve already seen.

“Why are you saying sorry?” You lean in so close he thinks you’re about to kiss him, but you don’t. Instead, you smile softly and lower your voice, “You know I like it.”

This statement makes him choke and then quickly clear his throat to hide the fact that he almost died from choking on his own saliva because he’s too horny for you. Seungmin wasn’t expecting you to be as straightforward in person, but he can’t say he doesn’t like it. He’s embarrassed but wants to hear you tell him just how much you like him. “I always think it’s kind of pathetic,” he finally admits, getting you to nod sympathetically. 

“You? Pathetic?” you repeat the words, frowning. “I never thought that. When I see you’re hard, I just want to… touch it.”

Seungmin nods, as if he’s giving you permission to do that when he’s in fact just extremely excited about hearing you say it. You can touch him any time, any place. And you do. You’re both behind the bar, so no one can see what’s happening below chest level. Besides, the three guests are too busy talking to even glance your way. 

You use that to your advantage and reach for his crotch, running your fingertips along the outline of his erection. It’s not the first time you’re touching Seungmin, but it’s the first time you’re doing it sober and in broad daylight, in public—it feels mindblowing already.

He grunts and looks down for a second, trying to memorize just how nice your hand looks when it’s pressing into his hard cock. Then, he remembers that there are people here, so his head snaps in their direction. 

“Relax, they can’t see,” you hum at him, now grabbing his cock as much as you can over his pants. “You’re so hard, Seungminnie… I wish we could do something about it now.”

God, he wants you to do something about it badly. Seungmin wishes he was the type of guy who’d tell you to go meet him in the employee bathroom so he can fuck you senseless, but he’s not. Instead, he gulps and admits, “Me too.”

“Maybe after our shift’s over?” you suggest, giving his cock a squeeze, one that earns another grunt from him. He’s so embarrassed about reacting that way, but you’re so incredibly hot and you might get caught and it’s all messing with his head.

“We, we… Yes, let’s do it,” he tells you with a nod, unsure of what he’s agreed to. Whatever it is, Seungmin is down if it involves you. 

With a giggle, you let go of his cock just before a customer steps inside the place, and you two quickly move away from each other. Soon enough, your colleague’s back, so there’s no more close contact, but it doesn’t stop Seungmin from fantasizing about you, which he does for the rest of the shift, too, wondering if you two would talk after it.

The minute your shift is over, you hand over everything to your colleagues and the three of you go to the employee locker room together. There are two rows of lockers, one for men, the other for women, so you and Seungmin can’t see each other, which is something he’s desperate for. 

You take a long time changing, and so does he, getting too lost in thoughts about you and then embarrassed about the erection that springs up when he does that. Seungmin’s too lucky for his own good—you told him once again that you were interested, and he was still too fucking scared to speak up and do something, anything.

The colleague leaves in a rush, waving a quick bye to Seungmin, who’s thankfully put on his sweats at this point, successfully hiding his erection. The very next second, you join him in the men’s part of the locker room with a grin on your face. He’s sitting on a bench with his shirt in his hands, about to put it on, but Seungmin freezes the second he notices you making a beeline towards him.

It’s just the two of you, and there’s only one thing you can want here. You walk over to him until you’re standing in between his legs, forcing him to look up at you. Seungmin doesn’t like this position very much, but it reminds him of how things are with the two of you—you always have the upper hand and he can only look up at you. 

“Alone at last,” you say playfully and reach for him. 

Your palms take hold of his head, partly touching his neck, partly his face, so gently that Seungmin could scream. He does fantasize about you two screwing each other’s brains out and everything, but he also just wants to hold you and be held, to get to experience all the things other people do, and this gentle touch of yours reminds him of that wish.

“Finally,” he mutters and instantly feels annoyed with himself. Really? After everything that’s happened, that’s the best he can come up with? Luckily, you don’t seem to mind, judging by the way your thumbs gently caress his jaw. 

You hum, a smile spreading across your face as you continue caressing him slowly, and Seungmin loves it. Women never touch him this way—almost lovingly, even if he knows you definitely don’t love him—and it has him weak in the knees. The way you’re looking at him is different from before, too. There’s no smirking or playfulness all of a sudden, it’s just you looking at his face warmly, taking in his eyes, nose, and lips, taking your time to look at every part of his face with a smile that makes him smile back.

Suddenly, Seungmin feels calm. He’s almost shivering at your touch but not because of nervousness. No, he’s thrilled you’re here with him. “I…” He pauses to sigh deeply, knowing he has to do this now because he was once again offered the perfect opportunity. If Seungmin lets this one slip through his fingers, God knows when and if he’ll get another one. “I’m sorry for being so, uh, weird. I would really love to take you out on a date.”

You nod and give him a sympathetic smile, thumbs still gently grazing his jawline. “I know. I’d like that too,” you lower your voice when speaking as if someone can hear you. “What makes you this nervous?”

“I’m not sure,” Seungmin readily admits. “You.”

“Hm,” you hum, your expression now turning into a questioning one. “But you do know I’m interested in you. In fact, my friends think I have a soft spot for you.”

“S-soft spot?” Seungmin repeats after you and knows he sounds like an idiot, but he’s just shocked to hear it. 

What’s even more surprising is that you’ve obviously talked to your friends about him, of all people. Your friends know who he is. What did you tell them? Seungmin wants to know all of it. Do they think he’s a total loser and that you should just move on? He couldn’t blame them if they did.

“Mhm,” you nod, “I think I do too. So, nothing to worry about here. No need to be nervous, it’s just us.”

“You, you’re right,” he nods, even though he’s not convincing himself either. “It’s… I can’t help it.”

“What are you so afraid of?” You cock your head to the side as you look at Seungmin, your fingertips grazing his neck now. “The way I see it, we both want to date each other. That’s enough.”

“Of, uh, not being…” Good enough? That’s definitely the first thing that comes to his mind when he thinks about you two together. You’re way out of his league, and he feels like a stupid little puppy around you, following your every move, unable to speak up. Experienced enough? Definitely. You beat him in that respect too, and Seungmin’s sure you’ve had men who were way better than him. “Of disappointing you.”

“How?” You continue with the questions, clearly determined to get to the bottom of this today. Seungmin is nervous, but not nearly as much as he thought he’d be. It’s probably because you’re still touching him so gently he thinks he’ll start purring any second now. 

“By being a nervous mess?” he suggests with a sigh. “Not being able to give you what you want.”

There, he said it, even if it isn’t as clear and detailed as he wants it to be. You’re a smart girl, you’ll catch on. You seemingly do, because you frown and look to the side for a second. “You can give me what I want,” you finally say with a nod. Your fingertips are now gently tapping against the side of his neck. “You already have.”

“I want to give you more,” Seungmin admits with a gulp, hoping he’s not crossing any lines here. He’s just fingered you so far, and you seemed to enjoy it, but he wants to be able to give you more, pleasure you with his mouth too, fuck you, touch you whenever you feel like it until your legs are shaking. He also wants to feel more confident.

Seungmin expects you to tell him he’s being silly or to promise him that he will—that’s something that sounds like you. However, you blow him away, once again. “Then do it.”

It’s short and sweet, this suggestion of yours, and the smirk on your face tells Seungmin you mean it. You do want him to make you come. “H-here?” he asks, not wanting to touch you in such a public setting if it’s not something you explicitly ask for. After all, he had to ask you if you really wanted him to talk dirty to you while having phone sex, so it’s kind of expected.

You think so too, judging by the way you chuckle. “Why not?” you ask with a shrug. “We can lock the door. The other shift is working anyway.”

When Seungmin nods, you step away and lock you two inside of the locker room. He watches you do it and takes a deep breath, calming himself down. You like him too. You want him to do this, and God knows he’s wanted it for a long time now. Nothing can go wrong.

His little internal pep talk is interrupted by you walking over and placing your hands on his neck again. This time, you lean in and kiss him, and fuck, do you smell and taste amazing. Seungmin always forgets just how good it feels to kiss you, and when he finally does, he’s just as amazed as the first time. You kiss for a while, both making quiet noises, eager to shove your tongues into each other’s mouths. What starts out as a slow kiss quickly turns into something desperate, and Seungmin gets hard yet again, dying to feel you.

He surprises himself this time by standing up without warning and cupping your face, pulling you in closer until your body is pressed against his. Seungmin guesses your gentleness really did a number on him because he’s received a sudden rush of confidence. Before he knows it, he has your back pinned against the closest locker, one of his hands moving down to your crotch.

This is easy, he has this down already, except that every time he fingered you, you’ve both been drunk and it was easier for him to relax than it is now. Still, he keeps his eyes closed and shudders when his fingers touch your covered crotch. You have underwear on, but Seungmin feels your warmth over it, which makes him start rubbing you right away, paying attention to touching your clit, too. 

“Oh, fuck,” you mutter, breaking the kiss to push your head back into the locker. Your heavy breathing makes Seungmin believe you’re enjoying this already. “I love it when you take charge.”

This almost makes him laugh, mostly because he never initiates a thing, except when he’s drunk. Seungmin will have to do it more often if you like it this much. In an instant, he hooks two fingers under the hem of your underwear, right next to your entrance, and pushes them to the side just enough for the two fingers to slip in and start rubbing your slit directly. “Fuck,” you both say at the same time, and it makes Seungmin’s cock twitch. 

You like his touch, and he really likes touching you. Feeling how wet you are for him just makes Seungmin more and more confident. By the time he drags his fingers up to your clit, both of them wet with your arousal, you grunt again. “Ah, Seungmin! Please…”

“Please what?” He’s not trying to sound tough or make you beg—all he wants is to give you exactly what you want. He needs to hear you moan for him while you come all over his fingers, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get there. 

“Don’t tease,” you ask of him, opening your eyes again to look at him. All Seungmin can think about is how pretty you are, so he kisses you, pushing his tongue past your lips and into your mouth, muffling the cries you let out when he starts fucking you with his fingers. 

They slide in so easily he has to grunt, imagining how nice it would be to push the tip of his throbbing cock into you and have your walls wrap around it the way they do around his two fingers. As if you know what’s on his mind, you grab his cock over his sweatpants and squeeze hard, which makes Seungmin lose focus for a second or two. His fingers come to a standstill and he moans into your mouth, hips bucking into your palm. “I want you so bad,” he musters up the courage to admit through a whisper, and you reward him with another kiss.

“I want you too,” you respond once you stop kissing him, seemingly out of breath. “Keep going, please…”

That’s when Seungmin remembers his two fingers are curled inside of you but are still because he’s too busy focusing on you touching him. So, instead of risking getting lost in your touches again, he drops down to his knees and uses the other hand to push your underwear even more to the side, revealing your pussy to him. 

When he talks about sex, Seungmin uses the word ‘cunt’, but now that he’s so close to your crotch, he feels like that word is too vulgar and crude to describe something this pretty and attractive. His fingers are gently moving up and down, careful to rub the spot that makes you moan every time—he knows it well by now, even if he didn’t get to finger you that many times. 

“You, you don’t have to—” you start but are cut off a second later when Seungmin kisses your clit as if he’s kissing your mouth, wetting it first before starting to tease it with the tip of his tongue. He’s good with his tongue, he thinks, at least that’s what he’s heard from the women he’s kissed so far. That’s why Seungmin hopes he’ll be good at eating you out, too. He needs to be.

“Oh my God!” Your moan encourages Seungmin to continue playing with your clit while his fingers slide in and out with ease, accompanied by different sounds you make in return. 

You taste great, and he hasn’t even had a proper taste since he’s focusing solely on your bud. This is a lot easier than expected, mostly because he already knows what you like when it comes to fingers. All he has to do is suck and kiss your clit, hoping to get you off. 

“Right there,” you instruct as you tangle your fingers into his hair, and Seungmin thinks he’ll explode. At this point, his cock is leaking into his underwear, but he doesn’t even want to touch himself—all he thinks about is your juicy cunt under his tongue, his fingers inside it, rubbing you from the inside, getting to feel you clench.

His mind races when you moan his name, each moan more high-pitched than the last one, letting him know you’re getting close. This is so much better sober, Seungmin realizes. He gets to feel every single thing, nothing’s lost to the slight dizziness, no holes in memory, just your beautiful moans and hair-pulling, the scent and feel of you so vivid he thinks he’ll never think about anything else again.

“Fuck, Minnie,” you say through a chuckle, pushing your hips into his face, holding him there with your hand, fingers gripping his hair tight. Pain pricks his scalp, which just sends shivers down his spine and even more blood rushing to his cock. “You’ll make me come.”

This causes him to moan against your slit and start licking you so hard he gets dizzy, head moving from side to side quickly, flattened tongue applying pressure with every swipe. The sounds Seungmin makes against your skin make you hiss more and more until you come for him, grunting loudly as your walls contract around his two fingers, body shaking into his face. 

Seungmin only stops when he feels your grip on his hair release, moving away so he can stick his tongue out and lick your juices off his lips. He’s looking right into your eyes as he does that, and you look down at him and bite down on your bottom lip, trying to muffle a grunt.

“Fuck,” you say, sounding like you’re out of breath. “We should do this more often.”

“We should,” he agrees with a nod, easing his fingers out of you even though your walls seem to want to keep him in. It’s this simple? He now wants to do it all the time. Without thinking about it, Seungmin brings the two fingers up to his mouth and sucks your slick off of them, savoring your taste. He’s had just a slight taste of you that night when he licked his fingers an hour after fingering you, but it doesn’t come close to this.

“Fuck,” you mutter, fingers grabbing his chin and pushing it upward, making him look you in the eyes while he sucks the fingers. “Seungminnie… You’re such a fucking slut. I love it.”

Your use of the word makes his dick twitch painfully inside his pants, dying for release. If you call him that one more time, Seungmin could blow his load untouched. He really could. “I…” He’s at a loss for words, so he just nods until you let go of his chin. “Yes.”

“Yes?” you coo and lean in, licking his bottom lip. “I love that.”

Seungmin shivers at your words and then you kiss him and it all becomes a blur. You kiss perfectly, like you mean it. This time around, you’re moaning into the kiss, your hand making its way to the front of his pants, giving his erection a hard squeeze. “So hard for me, Seungminnie…” You say it like it’s a bad thing, even if you’ve admitted you enjoyed it.

“Always,” he agrees, deciding to ignore your tone and how it makes his cock twitch. 

“I want to give you what you want,” you explain, lips brushing against his as you speak. At the same time, your hand is getting his cock out of his sweatpants, thumb running across the head of it, smearing precum over it. “You’re so fucking good with that mouth. What do you want, Seungmin? Just name it.”

His cock twitches in your hold, another drop of precum spilling out, making you hiss. Are you really asking him this? Can he really choose whatever he wants? The world doesn’t work this way, not for Seungmin—he just doesn’t get the things he wants, mostly because he’s afraid of asking for them. So, he realizes he shouldn’t be and says, “You.”

“I’m right here,” you say, looking back up into his eyes. “What do you want from me?”

“I, I…” he gulps, hoping he won’t overstep a boundary or ten, “I want to fuck you.” It’s true, though, and it’s what he’s wanted for a long time. He wants to date you and spend time with you and fuck you until he passes out.

“Good,” you nod, “I want that too.” 

And just like that, you agree to fuck him, to let his cock enter you, let Seungmin explore your body this way too. You kiss him eagerly, tongue in his mouth before he can breathe in, but he loves it. Stupidly, Seungmin grabs the base of his shaft and tries to lead it to your entrance.

“You do make me get all stupid, but not that stupid,” you say with a chuckle, patting his cheek. “Condom’s a must.”

“O-of course, yes!” Seungmin nods, feeling the need to smack himself in the face. Why is he always embarrassing himself in front of you? Of course he wants to use a condom, too. He believes you’re disease-free too, but what about protection? That’s not something either of you should risk.

“Okay, good,” you grin at him, hands pulling him in to kiss him, “so?”

“I, I don’t have one,” Seungmin realizes, instantly killing the mood. He’s so fucking hard for you he thinks he will come if you keep talking to him, let alone touch him, and yet, he won’t get to fuck you because he’s so stupid and doesn’t have condoms in his bag. “Fuck.”

You seem a bit disappointed too, judging by the slight frown that washes over your face. “Maybe, uh, I can help you now, and we can leave that for some other time?”

Seungmin feels kind of relieved, which is strange because he really wants to fuck you. Maybe it’s just because he believes a more intimate setting would be better for that. Wouldn’t if feel more pleasurable if you were somewhere all alone, without the fear of someone catching you, somewhere where you can take your time with each other? He just nods and lets you take his cock in your hand again. Seungmin should be used to the feeling of you on his dick by now, but it’s not something he can easily get used to because it feels so surreal.

He definitely wishes he had a condom on him right now so he could just slide right in and fuck you against this locker, feel how tight and wet you are for him, feel your heat on his cock as he pushes into you, backing you up into the locker. But, he’s more than content with this too—it’s a lot more than Seungmin could have even hoped for.

And then, you surprise him again by dropping down to your knees and taking his tip into your mouth before he can even speak. Your mouth is hot, and feeling that type of warmth around his dick is not something Seungmin is used to, so he cries out and balls his fists. “Fuck, you’re good,” he tells you, unable to keep quiet, not when you’re looking right into your eyes as you slide your mouth up and down his length. 

When you start sucking, Seungmin feels like he’s going to explode. So, he tightens his fists harder and takes a deep breath. You notice that, clearly, because you take hold of one of his fists and bring it closer to your face. “Want me to touch?” he asks softly, feeling overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions towards you. When you give him a slight nod and suckle on the very tip of his cock, Seungmin tangles both hands into your hair, gently massaging your scalp. “Mhm, fuck!”

He sounds so whiny and isn’t proud of it at all, but the more he moans, the harder you suck, the more you bob your head. He’s impressed by how much you can take, how quickly you move, and how easily you set a pace and keep it. You’re clearly keen on making him come, and Seungmin doesn’t fight it. You don’t have that much time. Otherwise, he’d keep postponing his orgasm all day just to feel your mouth on him. “You feel s-so good… Please, don’t stop.”

You hum, looking up at him before going back to bobbing your head over the tip, careful to pull the skin back and forth with your lips. Seungmin’s fingers continue grabbing your hair, fingertips grazing your scalp. Even if you’re sucking him off like you two are in a porno, he wants to treat you nicely, wants to pet you and tell you how pretty you are, so he does. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, hissing and kicking his head back when you grab his balls and squeeze, your mouth still working his hard cock. “Even prettier with a dick in your mouth.”

The words coming out of his mouth are so foreign to him because he’s never said them to another person before, but it’s you and he has nothing to lose at this point.

You squeeze again, groaning as you speed up, and he’s sure he’ll blow soon. “Please, use your hand too,” Seungmin begs, wanting you to jerk him off while you suck on the tip of his cock, which is exactly what you give him, humming and moaning throughout the whole thing. You even let him give you a couple of thrusts, even if he’s not going hard or fast. It all feels more than perfect, and he realizes he’s coming a tad too late. “Fuck, I’ll come, fuck, can I—?”

He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence, but at least he’s warned you. Instead of pulling away like he’s expected you to, you deep-throat him, let his cock enter your throat, let semen gush out of his swollen tip and end up in your throat while your eyes stare up at him. It’s definitely the best orgasm of his life—he’s certain of it when his vision goes blurry and his eyes water. All he can do is groan and grab your hair, giving your throat just two sloppy thrusts to get the rest of the cum out.

You gently push his hips away when you start struggling with having him in you, and Seungmin doesn’t mind at all—he’s so high off his orgasm he can’t do anything, let alone think. “You okay?” you ask, patting his hips, and all he can do is nod.

“I, I— Y-yeah, so good,” he says, grabbing both your hands and helping you stand up.

When you do, you groan and say something about your knees hurting, but Seungmin only has one thing in mind. Instead of asking, he leans in and kisses you, arms wrapping around your body, pulling you in closer. You kiss him back this time too, chuckling into the kiss. “You have no idea how hot you look when you come.”

Seungmin scoffs and pecks your lips again, feeling like he never wants to let go of you. “You do too.”

“Bring a condom next time, will you?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow up as you move away from him. “And tuck your dick in, I’ll unlock the door now.”

Flushed and still feeling like he’s having an out-of-body experience, Seungmin does as asked, still breathing heavily. You unlock the door, walk over to your locker, take your things with you and walk back to where he is still standing. You lean in and peck his lips. “Text me about the date. I want to go on one with you. Okay?”

Seungmin nods, letting out something that can only be described as a pathetic whimper. He’s so turned on by everything you do it’s embarrassing, especially now that you’ve made him come with your mouth. It’s almost surreal. “I, I will. I promise.” 

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Past Our Burning Bridges | Hwang Hyunjin

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You thought you'd successfully exiled yourself from the mobster organization years ago. You're free, living a life of normalcy on your own terms, far away from the Hwang estate. Except when unidentified threats target you, you're roped back into the organization seemingly overnight. Coming back to this life doesn't only bring the blood and death that you have been trying to avoid, but it means being face-to-face with the boss in charge of this organization and the man you left behind, Hwang Hyunjin.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Mob Boss!Hyunjin x Reader (female); Minho x Reader (female)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Mob organisation, criminal activity, gun violence, injuries, exes to lovers, childhood friends, strong language, relationship insecurities, reunion, hurt/comfort, heavy angst, kidnapping, possessive behaviour, smut, rough sex, emotional sex, implied/referenced suicide, attempted murder, murder, death, mentioned/discussed sexual trafficking, angst with a happy ending, adult themes throughout.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 39.8K/?

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @justoutfromdead @seo--changbin @nightrayseishina @smuchsmut @bangtanskz @ddaeing @lachinitaaaaa @lotus-dly @hayleyfields33 @camicu @sermed @108straykidsfm @mirror-juliet @lovhyunj @mirror-juliet @wolfgang-hyunjin @hyunelixies @hwangnono @yumi-xox @starrysparrows97 @chiefbananaearthquake @axnxcs @baekxhwa @inseonqt @denissearienzaa @somekindofcharly @hyunjinoir

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:

1. Let you push me to the edge

2. A Crack in the Shadows

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Changbin fic recs

stray kids | Seo Changbin 

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Double Edged  {  Executioner! Changbin x Dark Queen! F Reader; a, s } 2.2k @huihuiheart

Changbin was devoted to you, to the point of worshipping the ground you walked on. He was determined to make sure that you never dirtied your hand or even lifted a finger for that matter, even if it meant he had to everything himself.

inexperienced with changbin { s }  2k @ballelino

What happens when your sub is inexperienced

coffee after sex  { barista! binnie; f, s } 6k @hwajin

you didn't expect a barista working in your favourite coffee to blow you off your shoes. you'd only later see how fate would bring you together.

Changbin's Company {f2l; f, s, a } 16.2k @btssmutgalore

Changbin avoids you because of hurt pride, but he finds himself in your company again.

-Tattoo!Artist Changbin   @slytherinbangchan

Chapter Index: Revelations and Indulgence  { abo au; f, s }  23+k @star-lemonade

Trying to spend your rut alone was a terrible idea. You fold and call your best friend Changbin, a fellow alpha, in hopes that he is willing to help you through this hard time

Cocky { f2l; f, s }  13,5k

Changbin's cockiness disappears the second he's off the stage, especially around you—and you really want to be more than friends.

hypothesis { college au, f2l; f, s }  9,1k @fizzydrink698

You hesitate, just a little self-conscious to be spelling this theory out so shamelessly in front of the boys. You find your gaze drifting down to your half-empty coffee mug as you finally say it. “SpearB is probably, like, really good at going down on women.” There’s a sudden, loud spluttering sound, and you look up to see Changbin choking on his Americano.

of all the people I had to get snowed in with, it had to be you? { e2l; a, f }   5,2k @gdaychan

set on you { e2l; a, f }  20,2k @changbeanie

you think life hates you because you’re convinced that the universe conspired to help seo changbin exist at the same time as you do.

the Jaws of offering  { werewolf au; s }  7,9k @listentothisyoooh

Changbin, a werewolf you've been acquainted with, comes to your cottage once again, bruised and bloody, on the verge of passing out, and you use your powers and knowledge to help heal his wound; he feels extremely grateful, and you wouldn't dream of turning down his appreciation.

[19.45] { greaser au, racer binnie, fwb2l; s, f } @lettersfromaphrodite

[17.25]  { vampire au; s, f, a }  3,6k

how to tame a prince { dragon prince changbin, royal, fantasy , e2l; f, a }  11k @luvknow

you travel the world collecting data so you could write your thesis on your favorite creatures - dragons. at the last leg of your journey, you accidentally fall asleep in a dragon’s cave owned by a nearby kingdom and are kidnapped by their prince, seo changbin. after getting permission to study there from the king, changbin refuses to leave you alone with his precious dragons and you develop an unlikely relationship.

Cuddles { f } @rachalixie

Tales of a third-wheel { f,c } 1,5k @sulfurcosmos

Having your crush gently touch your arm or put an arm around your shoulder while you have a conversation

drunk Changbin { v cute; f} @ppiri-bahng

two idiots, one awkward conversation { idiots2l; f} 1,2k @portalhan

Spark you up { stoner binnie; f } 2,3k @bngpxw

Meet you there { f } 2,8k

Uplifting { personal trainer yn, sub bin; s, f } 8,7k @ipegchangbin

“Personal trainer Changbin” this, “fitness coach Changbin” that, what if you were his personal trainer this time? Changbin can keep up with his workout routine on his own if he wanted to, but what’s the fun in lifting alone when he can lift with your words of encouragement?

White angel { brothers bff; f, s } 3,4k @/charmercharm3r

He’s not just your brother’s best friend.

no but November loser #4 { a, s, f } 3,5k @gimmeurtmi

{ 12:43 AM } { f, s } @xmhhoe

matching pair { matching pajamas, f } 0,7k @wooahaes

bunny { f, s }

Just Hold Me { hybrid au; a, s , f } 9,7k 

You've been going through a period of depression and feeling rather alone. When you see a flyer advertising a professional cuddling business, you laugh it off at first because there's no way you're that desperate. Only the idea won't seem to leave your mind. One day you're feeling especially bad and before you know it you're inside the building and signing up for a session.

let me kiss it better { baseball au, f } 0,97k

Sore Muscles { f } 0,5k @cobiehaven

changbin somehow convinced you to start working out with him even though you had never lifted a weight in your life. you weren’t surprised by the way your body felt only after 3 days of pushing yourself over your limit.

“It’s the love of my love !” { a, f }

big buff boy binnie { s } @strayngesparkyds

grumpy { f } @/bbyquokka

bf headcanons { f } 0,7k @mazeinthemiroh

massage @/bbyquokka

strength difference { f, s }

MANIAC #3: Seo Changbin: DO ME A FAVOR { Hitman!binnie; a, s } 11.7k @cb97percent

Living proof that principles maketh man, yet has no moral compass. Keep your hands off what's his unless you're an adrenaline junkie seeking a near-death experience. Or death itself.

Hitman Seo Changbin.

Changbin is your human heater { f } 1k @notastraykid

You’re cold and can’t sleep. Changbin is your human heater.

clingy { f }

Forget Me Not { uni, bsf2l; c, f } 2,1k @skzonthebrain

DAYS OF CANDY { bouncer Binnie; a, s } 14,9k @hwan-g

a lot of things happened in motel rooms, even more happened between him and girls like you, girls that ride on his bike and have him by the balls.

Formal wear { s } 2,7k @kwanisms

Looking at Seo Changbin, one would expect him to be a dominant kind of man but that couldn't be further from the truth. At least, not with his girlfriend. She's the one who calls the shots, especially when Changbin is wearing his suit and tie.

Paris { f } 1,6k @inniejeonginnie

desperate love { f2l, s } 2,5k @bbyquokka

months of pining for one another, you both indulge in each other after being left alone for the night 

left field { s } 6,5k @charmercharm3r

So many hints dropped, so little of them picked up.

you missed a spot, there { s } @cbini

REFRACTED. { a, s } 21,3k @seospicybin

Changbin all of a sudden decided to stay in your house for a few days with an excuse that he needed inspiration for his music. Little did you know, he has another reason to stay with you.

Pink stains { f2l, uni; f } 1,8k @suengmi

eventually, you picked up on the pieces. the late night visits to your room, the notes left on your laptop, the ice cream he picked up once a week from the café down the road. it was obvious, and it didn’t need to be said. the two of you said it without words, but you’d be lying if you said you were one hundred percent comfortable.

the one with changbin and the houseguest { roommates2?,mutual pining; f } 1,5k @eoieopda

there’s a new tenant in your two-bedroom apartment, and it is not on the lease. it is, however, on your ceiling.

lovesickness { a, f } 4k+ @yongbokkari

Changbin’s (silly) comforting { hurt/comfort, fluff} @astraystayyh

When you’re feeling sad, changbin will do anything (being silly) to cheer you up!

Hubby material @/cbini

Drunk confession { f } @yxngbxkkie

12. "I'm seeing you twice. Oh, now I can give all my love to even more of you."

14. "You're so adorable. I want to pick you up and never let you down."

Binnie blanket { f, s } @/cbini

MAKE A WISH { s, f } 8,1k @/seospicybin

It's his first serious relationship but Changbin fears that he likes you more than you like him.

OOPS! (DIDN’T SEE YOU THERE) { s, c, f } 3k @seungminheart

nobody understands how you and changbin ended up together when you are polar opposites, least of all your roommate—who is convinced that your broody, dark boyfriend doesn't know how to please you. luckily, you have the perfect plan on how to rectify that.

and everything nice {roommates, idiots2l; f } ~1k @wooahaes

In the Labyrinth { Mythical, Minotaur Bin; a, s, f } ~14k @therhythmafterthesummer

The Labyrinth was an enigma for most people. Its existence was known, but what exactly happened within it was a complete mystery. When you entered the Labyrinth, you weren’t really sure what you’d have to come face to face with… Not even in a million years would you have guessed just exactly what you’d find in here.

Day 19: Changbin + spit kink { s } 1,9k @straykeedz

The couch { a, f } 0,6k @channiesbakery

following an argument with changbin, you decide to (try) and sleep alone

Here With You { cuddles; f } 1,1k @mintquokka

rainy mornings call for warm cuddles

Captain seo’s pretty little below-deck maiden { s } @/cbini

Changbin thinks he’s subtle as he pines over you { f } 0,5k @lixie-phoria

what better way than flexing his muscles for changbin to tell you how much he's in love with you? it's perfect and its subtle! he thinks he's a genius for coming up with it.

you would get the hint, right?

Boyfriend texts @gyuworm

My favorite { f } @catiuskaa

Under the weather { c, f } 0,8k @/catiuskaa

Good loving { s } 2,6k @skzms

out of the 90 odd playlists on changbin's spotify, jisung picks what might be the one playlist that isn't meant to be played in a car with him and chan – changbin and your sex playlist

Series

WereRoomies { werewolves; s, a, f } @therhythmafterthesummer

Finding Comfort in Autumn { rivals2l; f, s, a } 16k

Changbin was an alpha. He had always been an alpha, but he had a secret. A secret he had only ever shared with the alpha of his pack, a secret he had kept buried as deep within him as he could, a secret he had decided to ignore, until the presence of that annoying omega coworker of his wouldn’t let him ignore it anymore.

Heat { werewolf au; s, f } ~6k

With you, Changbin was able to explore areas of himself he’d never even imagined existed. With you, Changbin found himself feeling at home more than ever, which was why he wanted nothing more than to experience your heat with you, too.

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hot chocolate

❥ bang chan x fem!reader

❥ genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers

❥ warnings: mention of food, slight mention of feeling like you’re too heavy

❥ word count: 4.4K

❥ A/N: hehe sorry for being inactive. i’m on vacation. but i thought id drop a lil teenie weenie fic for y’all 🥰 it’s like… kinda simple but hopefully you’ll like it? as usual, please reblog and leave feedback. it means so much to me.

this little idea was inspired by this lovely fic by @cieluvity ITS SO GOOD. all the little reactions for each member were so so entertaining and i really really hope you check their fic and their blog out!!

it all started with a little game or truth or dare at one of felix’s famous house parties, with all of your friends were sitting around the coffee table on sofas and bean bags, a spinning bottle deciding your fates.

after a pretty intense round of making jisung do 100 pushups while the others balanced random heavy objects on his back, things had gotten quiet for a moment until the bottle spun and landed in your direction, a devilish smirk spreading across several of your friends’ faces. two of them—felix and lalani—whispered among each other, the freckled boy giggling as she silently egged him on to execute his apparently “brilliant idea”.

‘alright y/n. truth or dare?’ asked felix, hands locked together as he leaned forward in his seat, staring at you with mischievous intensity, his lips pursed in an attempt to keep his expression neutral.

feeling a little concerned, you eyed your friends suspiciously. ‘why are you looking at me like that?’

‘just answer the question,’ lalani insisted. ‘truth…? or dare?’

your head tilted a little, the furrow in your brow deepening. why did she say “truth” like that? what was she going to get you to admit? was she– no… she wouldn’t.

would she?

you knew your friends were menaces but they wouldn’t force you to confess your crush over a game. but then again… they were menaces…

yep. she would.

you took a look at chris, who looked rather clueless, fingers drumming against the arm rest of the sofa as he glanced between you and felix. catching your eyes, he sent you a warm smile, making your heart race a little as you smiled back, and you wondered how he’d react if your friends were to suddenly tease you and expose your crush on him. just the mere thought made your stomach drop a little—nervous butterflies fluttering around. you two had been friends for ages and as much as you wanted him to know… you were too afraid to ruin a good thing going on. so, against your better judgement, you made a choice to protect yourself from embarrassment.

‘dare.’

wrong decision.

immediately your friends’ grins widened and a few of them huddled up, whispering something before snickering. pressing his lips together to appear serious, felix cleared his throat and turned to you.

‘alright y/n,’ he pursed his lips to stop himself from smiling too hard. ‘i dare you… to sit in chris’s lap for the rest of the night. until you have to go home.’

and there it was. the final blow to your fraying nerves, making them snap under the pressure, like power lines snapping and flailing about, sending sparks flying everywhere. your insides set alight, heat crept up your neck and settled in your cheeks.

oh… felix lee was a dead man.

‘wh– i am not doing that.’

‘if you don’t do that… you’ll have to do the forfeit.’

‘which is?’

‘text your crush,’ he shrugged.

‘that’s not fair!’

‘yes it is. i texted my crush,’ changbin chimed in innocently. he wasn’t in on the evil plan but he did have a knack for unknowingly playing devil’s advocate. shooting him a quick glare, you pouted.

‘that’s different.’

‘how so?’ asked felix as he sipped his coke, trying to hide a cheeky smile. you glared at the boy and he raised his eyebrows, challenging you. ‘well?’

well for starters, changbin’s crush wasn’t in the game and didn’t know what was happening. she wasn’t even that close to him. if you texted your crush (who was sitting literally on the sofa adjacent to yours) he would know immediately and that would be the end of your life (and your friendship with him) as you knew it! but of course… you could say that.

‘this is stupid,’ you crossed your arms. ‘you didn’t even ask chris for his consent. what if he’s uncomfortable?’

‘are you?’ felix turned to chris, catching the man off guard.

‘huh? o-oh um, n-no. but–’

‘he said no!’ the freckled menace cut in loudly, raising his glass.

‘wait hold on a second–’ chris attempted to salvage the situation, but you immediately cut in.

‘what if i’m uncomfortable?’ alright, maybe you weren’t that uncomfortable. maybe… it wasn’t such a bad dare. but you would die before telling any of your friends that. and regardless, it was still embarrassing and you were still a shy ball of nerves, and chris was still just a friend, nothing more. you didn’t want to put yourself through that.

‘it’s your dare~’ felix sang. ‘you gotta do it. or do the forfeit. them’s they rules.’

‘felix…’ you sighed with a whine and he stuck his tongue out, prompting you to throw a cushion at him, an annoyed frown on your face. instead of being upset though, he hugged the pillow and laughed.

‘alright, fine, y/n. if you’re too chicken, we can just move on…’ he drawled before taking another sip of his drink, and you glared at him.

biting your bottom lip, you stood up and walked towards the loveseat chris was sat on, the rest of your friends hollering and snickering in the background. your heart pounded against your ribcage as you approached him, eyeing his slightly flustered expression as he tried to keep a straight face, eyes struggling to hold your gaze.

‘are you sure this is okay?’ you asked as you stood in front of him, and he nodded softly.

‘i’m okay. but if you don’t want to… i can get them to stop.’

giggling a little, you shook your head. ‘it’s okay. i gave him a worse dare earlier. it’s only fair.’

you took a deep breath, and with an awkward smile, gingerly sat on the edge his thighs, a little closer towards his knees.

‘she did it!’ the little menace of the day cheered with a triumphant smile while the others clapped and whistled and shouted. ‘see, it wasn’t so hard,’ he teased, prompting you to flip him off.

felix lee was still a dead man. you were just waiting for the party to end.

while you sat there and plotted your revenge, two hands made their way to your waist, making you jump a little at the sudden sensation, eyes immediately snapping to glance behind you.

‘sorry, it’s just me,’ chris whispered, pulling his hands back.

‘no no, it’s okay. you just startled me,’ you smiled and adjusted your body a little, head turning to look at his face. ‘what happened? am i hurting you?’

‘no i was just going to ask if you were okay.’

you chuckled. ‘i should be asking you that. i’m not exactly light.’

he clicked his tongue. ‘not that heavy either. you sure you’re comfortable?’

you chewed on the inside of your lip. truthfully, you weren’t. with the way you were sitting, the beautiful man’s kneecaps were kind of digging into you, and you were sure it would leave a bruise if you sat like that for the rest of the night. besides, it was surely getting a little uncomfortable for him too.

so, swallowing your doubts and nerves, you asked: ‘can i move back a little?’

chris offered you a reassuring smile and nodded. he moved a little in his seat, finding a more comfortable position for himself and helped you sit properly on his thighs with your back flush against his chest. his arms moved to circle around your waist and he rested his chin against your shoulder. turning to look at him, he peered forward and flashed you a bright grin, calming your nerves as you rested your arms on top of his.

.

as the game went on, you found yourself feeling a little self conscious. the living room was full of laughter and chatter but all you could really think about was how tiring it must be for chris to have you in his lap. it had been almost 15 minutes, after all. and while he didn’t seem to mind, squeezing your waist every now and then to reassure you that everything was okay, you were sure he was just being polite. it had to be exhausting. it just had to.

so, without any further deliberation, you broke away from his hold and stood up, his attention immediately diverting to you while the others barely noticed a thing. chris raised his eyebrows in concern, a little worried look on his face, and you shook your head with a soft smile, trying to ease his mind.

‘move a little to the right,’ you whispered and gestured with your hand, the man complying immediately, leaving some space between himself and the arm rest of the sofa.

without another word, you climbed back into his lap, this time sitting on the sofa, with your legs across his thighs instead. feeling a small wave of relief wash over you as you felt your weight shift to push down on the cushion of the sofa instead, you let out a content sigh, not noticing the curious way chris was eyeing you. well, not until you glanced in his direction and immediately felt nervous at how close he was, now having a clear view of his face (and how it was inches away from yours).

he raised an eyebrow, an amused look on his face, and you shrugged. ‘it’s just more comfortable this way.’ one of his arms went to circle around your waist, while the other rested on your legs, fingers tapping at your calf every now and then.

.

the game went on and suddenly, the bottle spun towards you two.

‘hmmm… they’re kinda both sitting in one place, i can’t tell who’s turn it is,’ jisung quipped, making the rest of the group laugh while you rolled your eyes, a playful smile ghosting on your lips. glancing a little to your left, you noticed chris trying to maintain a neutral expression, a small tint of pink brushed on his cheeks, probably from all the eyes boring into his skull. ‘who’s it going to be?’

‘y/n,’ felix called, his cheeky smile widening. ‘truth or dare?’

you glared. ‘truth.’

‘are you… enjoying sitting so close to mr. heartthrob over there? hm? hm?’ his eyebrows quirked up and down and you sighed internally.

‘felix i’m this close to killing you.’

‘hey, it’s an innocent question. do you like it or no?’

you kept an annoyed gaze fixed on the boy, his own eyes narrowing as he stared you down. a beat passed and his eyes narrowed, brows furrowed and raised, while heat slowly crept up your neck—you cleared your throat.

‘yes,’ you murmured, looking away.

‘i’m sorry, what?’

‘felix stop bothering her,’ chris finally spoke up in an attempt to get your friends to stop, but you immediately cut him off.

‘i said yes! now shut up and continue the game.’

felix’s threw his head back in a roaring laugh and raised his arms up in surrender before mouthing “you’re welcome”, sending a wink your way. you made a face at him and looked down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers.

dealing with an overly excited felix who’d gotten tired of you whining about your crush was pure torture. he’d warned you that he’d force you to confess, and force you he had. and now you kind of wished you never taunted him, nor challenged him to give you his best shot. because really, how were you going to look chris in the eyes after admitting to enjoying being perched up on his lap?

lost in your thoughts, you jumped slightly when heard a slight whisper by your ear, warm breath slightly fanning the side of your face.

‘just fyi… i like it very much too.’

‘huh?’ you blurted out, turning to look at his amused expression. he simpered, brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear.

‘seriously,’ he nodded, snapping you out of your daze, and you giggled while biting your bottom lip, smacking his chest lightly.

‘shut up,’ you mumbled, curling into his body a little more, your head moving to rest on his shoulder. his chest vibrated a little with silent laughs as he pulled you closer, cheek slightly nuzzling against you.

.

you weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but when your eyes fluttered open, the entire living room was empty, only the soft whirring of the air conditioning, and someone’s soft breathing left to fill the silence. blinking your eyes a couple of times, you tried to sit up, and that’s when you realised:

you were still curled up against chris.

glancing at him with a surprised look, your heartbeat picked up a little as you noticed his head tipped against the back of the sofa, his hand resting limply against across your lower stomach. he looked so peaceful, all the lines on his face softened as soft breaths left his slightly parted lips. smiling, you moved a stray curl away from his forehead, making his eyes twitch as he stirred awake.

chris let out a small groan as his eyes fluttered open, focusing on your face under the dim light.

‘you’re awake,’ he breathed out, sniffing as his blurred vision finally cleared.

‘i’m sorry, i didn’t realise i fell asleep.’

‘it’s okay. we just watched a movie after the game. then everyone left. you didn’t miss much.’

that wasn’t why you felt sorry. ‘what time is it?’

‘hm? i don’t know…’ he murmured, reaching over to the side table to grab his phone. ‘3.35.’

‘a.m.?!’

‘no, p.m. of course a.m., y/n—what else would it be?’

‘ohmygod it’s that late?!’ you pushed up from his shoulder, finally registering how long it had been since you dozed off. though the man a few inches away from you didn’t seem bothered one bit—simply nodding with a drowsy smile.

‘it’s okay.’

‘okay for you. you live here.’

‘want me to drive you home?’

‘no… it’s okay. it’s pretty late. i’ll just go in the morning.’

chris hummed in acknowledgment. ‘wanna go back to sleep then?’

‘like this?’ you joked, giggling a little as you gestured at your position on his lap.

‘i don’t mind,’ he shrugged, and you laughed out loud, making his dimples pop out as he sleepily giggled along.

‘please, that would be too much. i’m sure your legs are tired. besides, don’t think i’ll be able to go back to sleep. i feel wide awake now.’

‘honestly? same. i can make hot chocolate and we can go sit outside?’

‘sounds like a plan.’

.

sitting on the balcony on a bamboo chair resting in the corner, you stared up at the starry sky overhead. it was a clear night, the moonlight lighting dousing your skin in silver light, the soft wind kissing your face, sending a small shiver down your spine.

you heard a tap on the glass door and stood to slide it open, meeting with a smiley chris and two mugs of steaming hot chocolate.

‘your drink, madame,’ he said in the fanciest voice he could manage, placing the mug on the glass table between the two outdoor chairs.

‘oh why thank you, kind sir,’ you played along, sitting down to take a sip. ‘ah… man, you really make the best hot chocolate.’

chris let out a high pitched laugh, like he always did when he got complimented. ‘it’s an instant packet.’

‘yeah, but whenever i make it, it never tastes this good.’

‘what can i say?’ he shrugged cockily, ‘i have a gift.’

‘you really do,’ you mirrored his grin, holding his gaze for a little too long than you should, admiring how pretty he looked under the moonlight. ‘mmm!’ you tried to snap out of your thoughts. ‘look at how clear the sky is!’

‘hm?’ his eyes suddenly widened, head stuttering a little as he turned to look at the sky. ‘oh yeah. you can see all the stars. oh look! the northern cross.’

you hummed in question and leaned forward to look. ‘oh yeah… wait, you can actually see the whole constellation!’

‘the whole constellation?’

‘yeah. it’s an asterism—part of cygnus, the swan. look! you can see the wings.’

chris furrowed his brows and then gasped as his eyes finally noticed the stars forming a skeletal shape of a bird mid-flight. ‘wow. that’s so cool!’

‘right? and that’s another constellation called lyra beside it!’

.

time went by with the two of you stargazing and chatting until a comfortable stretch of silence bloomed, both of you sighing in peace and sipping your drinks. chris tapped his feet to rather fast beat, before moving in his chair a little and clearing his throat, catching your attention.

‘by the way… i wanted to ask you something.’

‘oh yeah? shoot.’

‘would you,’ he cleared throat once more, readjusting in his seat. ‘would you like to go out tomorrow– i-i mean today. since it’s already past midnight.’

‘yeah sure. where?’

‘no i mean–’ his voice faltered, and he fiddled with his thumbs. ‘like… a date…?’

your heart dropped, and then its beating quickened. pressing your lips in a lip to hide your smile, you leaned forward, resting your chin on your palm. ‘a date? like… a date date?’

he nodded, meekly meeting your eyes with a nervous, but hopeful glint, and you smiled.

‘mr christopher… are you implying that you… like me?’

chris sputtered a little, mouth opening and closer before he took a calm exhale and bit the side of his bottom lip, a smirk ghosting on his features. ‘i’ve always liked you.’

‘always?’ you faked a gasp. ‘that’s a biggg claim. and probably a false one.’

he let out a hearty laugh, turning his head to the side, eyes briefly scanning the skyline before returning to yours. ‘i’m serious!’ he exclaimed between laughs.

‘even when i spilled juice all over you?’

he pressed his lips together and chuckled. ‘yeah.’

‘and when i accidentally elbowed you in the nose?’

he winced a little. ‘yeah that kinda hurt. but yes. even then.’

your smile faded just as quickly as it widened. ‘even when i told you about my crush on that guy i met?’ his smile dropped a little too, an earnest look in his as he peered into yours.

‘yeah,’ he nodded softly. ‘even then.’

you felt guilt bubble up in the pit of your stomach, and you chewed the inside of your lips anxiously. ‘i’m sorry,’ you whispered, looking away.

‘what for?’

‘it was… a stupid way to get a reaction out of you—but you didn’t really act like you cared. and i know that it’s not an excuse but i’m sorry if it uh– upset you,’ you rambled, immediately regretting jumping to conclusions as you quieted down. just because he liked you, didn’t mean he cared enough to be hurt about you possibly liking someone else. but you did feel bad about rubbing it in his face. nobody would have enjoyed that.

a short silence loomed over you two, and you glanced over to see him already looking at you, lips pressed together in an obvious attempt to hide an amused grin.

‘so… what you’re saying is that… you did all that to make me… jealous…?’

‘n-no! i mean– okay maybe a little,’ you pinched your thumb and index finger together, closing one eye. ‘i just– i thought that maybe i was being too transparent about my feelings a-and you never really reciprocated and i didn’t want you to think i was obsessed with you or anything so i just–’ your babbling got cut off by a loud roar of laughter.

‘oh yeah, totally not obsessive to purposely wanna make someone jealous but constantly calling some random guy perfect, amazing, super hot and your favourite person,’ he said the last two words in a mocking tone, a look of disgust on his face, and you smiled a little.

‘well it’s not like it affected you.’

‘who said that?’ he knit his brows, looking a little offended.

‘so it did affect you.’

‘huh?’ he blurted out suddenly, noticing the mischievous sparkle in your eyes. he sunk a little in his seat, his ears changing colour. ‘m-maybe a little bit… didn’t like you calling him your favourite person,’ he pouted, small lines of discontentment between his brows, and you nodded in understanding.

‘what if i told you that whenever i was saying all those things about him… i was actually talking about you?’

chris quirked his brow. ‘i’d say it’s a little unfair that you used some other guy’s name instead of mine.’

‘aww i’m sorryyy…’ you pouted and stood up, immediately moving over to sit on his thighs once more, surprising him. he let out a disbelieving laugh, and you flashed him a cheeky smile.

‘hot chocolate,’ he warned, quickly placing the mug on the table before moving his hands to hold your waist and thighs.

‘no but, i really am sorry. i just didn’t know how to… deal with my feelings. and you’re really good at hiding yours.’

‘am i?’ he raised his brows. ‘i always thought i was a little too obvious.’

‘since when?’

‘since forever. how many people do i treat the same way i treat you?’

‘ummm… everyone?’

he raised his brows even higher, grip tightening around your body. ‘yeah? i stay up all night listening to everyone’s little stories about their day?’

you giggled. ‘yes. you don’t sleep.’

‘yeah but i’m usually doing something. not glued to my phone.’

‘how am i supposed to know? you’re always on your phone.’

chris clicked his tongue and shook his head. ‘not around you,’ he whispered with a gentle knock of his forehead against yours.

‘i– okay good point. but that’s just the polite thing to do.’

he shook his head again. ‘i leave my work just to talk to you because i need a break. you’re like… my energiser.’

you giggled. ‘okay i knew that. but i’m everyone’s energiser’ you leaned back and shrugged. ‘you’re not the only one to say that.’

‘who else is calling you their energiser?’ he asked, brows furrowed in playful suspicion, and you threw your head back in laughter, arms holding his shoulders for support.

‘why? you jealous?’ you teased.

‘um… yes? i think we’ve established that already.’

‘all of my friends say i bring them comfort,’ you simpered, knocking your foreheads, then simply resting your head against his.

‘hmm but that’s not the same,’ his hand squeezed around your waist. ‘for me… you’re like… a warm cup of hot chocolate,’ he said, and you little out a small noise of confusion. ‘i so much as think about you, and my whole body fills up with warmth—and i can’t help but smile. you remind me of every comforting thing in my life. you remind me of home.’

getting a little emotional, you pushed against his shoulders. ‘alright, stop. you’re gonna make me cry,’ you half joked.

chris looked at you with a fond smile. he wanted to say more—wanted to confess all his love. but it would be too much for one night. so, biting his tongue, he settled for simply bringing a hand up to your cheek, softly brushing his thumb across it.

‘you’re very pretty, you know that?’ he whispered, prompting you to look away shyly.

‘you know…’ you started, eyes trained on the swaying leaves of the houseplant at the opposite corner of the balcony. ‘you remind me of home too.’

plucking up the courage to look at him again, you held his lovestruck gaze, his pupils dilated, a shy smile spread across his lips.

‘yeah?’ he whispered, and you nodded.

time stopped for a moment and chris switched his gaze between your eyes and your lips. and soon enough, he was pulling you towards him, his lips brushing against yours, tentatively testing the waters. his fingers made their way to your jaw, stroking the soft skin with his thumb, eliciting a small sigh from your lips.

not able to wait any longer, you moved to press your lips against his. he leaned up, tilting your head a little as he deepened the kiss, hand grasping at your waist, pulling you just a tad bit closer. lips moving in synchrony, your hand travelled from his shoulder to settle at the nape of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, unable to get enough.

after… however long it was (not like you were paying attention) you broke away to take a breath, forehead pressing against his. he took a deep breath and hummed, a satisfied smile on his face. ‘you taste like hot chocolate too.’

your head fell on his shoulder, body shaking as loud laughs racked through your chest. ‘shut up,’ you managed to slip out, hitting his body lightly as you felt your cheeks and ears heat up. chris giggled along with you, arms closing to hold you close in a hug until both you caught your breaths.

for a moment the two of you just sat there, basking in the warmth of each other’s embrace—eyes closed, breaths even, heart steady.

a comfortable silence stretched and bloomed before either of you decided to say anything, and even then, it was the sound of an oncoming car zooming by down on the road that really cued one of you to speak.

‘so,’ chris spoke up, rubbing circles on your frame. ‘you never answered.’

‘what?’ you mumbled against the soft skin on his neck.

‘will you go out with me?’

‘don’t we always go out? why do you need an answer?’

‘you know what i meannn,’ he dragged on, fingers moving to tickle you slightly, making you jump with a small yelp.

‘okay, okay. yes!’ you said with a small giggle, head moving back to face his. ‘but i’m expecting something special.’

‘you got it,’ he smiled, pecking your lips, and you gasped loudly when he pulled away, shocking him a little.

‘should we go ice skating?’

‘y/n, you don’t even know how to ice skate.’

‘exactly. you can hold my hand and teach me,’ you beamed.

‘you just want an excuse to hold my hand, huh?’ chris mumbled, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips, while lacing your hand with his.

‘i mean… you’re not wrong…’ your fingers tightened around his. ‘but i also just want to skate,’ you said with a little grin, making him giggle.

‘second date? i kind of had this whole dinner thing planned out in my head.’

this time it was your turn to quirk up your eyebrows. ‘so sure there’ll be a second date? we haven’t even gone on the first one.’

‘you’re the one who always tells me to be optimistic, yeah?’

you nodded with a giggle. ‘second date it is. i’m going to hold you to it,’ you pointed at him sternly before tapping his nose.

‘aye aye captain.’ you smiled and pinched his cheek, moving to get off his lap. ‘wait, where are you goingggg,’ he whined, holding your waist, pulling you closer.

‘spent hours sitting on your legs already. they’re going to get tired. i’m not exactly feather-light.’

‘they won’t.’

‘and what if they do? i’m not taking you out with sore legs.’ you kissed the tip of his nose and stood up with a small chuckle. ‘come on, finish your drink.’

chris flashed you a childish frown as he picked up his mug to take a sip, head snapping to the side to show his discontentment.

‘aw come on… don’t sulk.’

his pout only got exaggerated, and he shook his head like an angry toddler, making you laugh. you reached over to pinch his cheek, his expression remaining the same.

‘you’re so cuteeee.’

‘you’re not,’ he turned to look at you, frown deepening, lips pressed into a thin line.

‘later. i promise. i’ll give you all the cuddles you want.’

‘really?’ his eyes suddenly lit up, all the displeasure leaving his body, a smile creeping its way to his lips. you giggled and nodded, thumb stroking his cheek a little.

‘okay!’ he grinned, doing a little playful dance, sipping his hot chocolate. you shook your head, bringing your own cup to your lips, eyes trained on the pretty man before you.

he was like a warm cup of hot chocolate to you too—sweet, warm, irresistible.

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#1618147951612. NO MORE DOOMSDAY! | HAN JISUNG.

genre | fluff, angst, friends to lovers au, smut

tags | female reader, oral (male receiving), creampie, virgin!jisung, riding, unprotected sex, light d/s dynamics (m!sub and f!dom), porn with some plot [feel free to tell me if i need to add more]

word count | 7995

warning | mentions of insecurity, mentions of depression, minor mentions of workplace bullying

note | first post on this blog, please treat her well :) feedback is always appreciated!

The empty seats at the booked table made Jisung feel like doomsday was near.

Dragging his feet along the roads of life with nothing but a degree in music, and creativity that the corporate society does not value, to show for, Jisung walked the path to his eventual demise with such great woes—regret, depression, self-loathe, so on—that his more cheerful, much brighter younger self would likely be severely confused and disappointed in him.

That was if he—or his younger self—could ever bring enough hostility in himself to ever be disappointed in anybody. Jisung had always been too kind for such emotions.

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