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colors

PAIRING: hwang hyunjin x reader GENRE: fluff, established relationship WC: 558 WARNINGS: none

"There are only 3 primary colors, right?" you ask mindlessly as you watch Hyunjin's brush glide across the canvas. You heard a low hum from him before asking, "Who named the colors?"

he rolls his eyes, and a thin smile creeps on his face.

"What's on your mind pretty?" he asks softly, still focusing on the canvas in front of him. You had agreed to be his muse today. Though a very basic muse, you must say. He doesn't even let you hold any props, so you just sit there with a flower slipped in your ear.

"Well, orange comes from mixing red and yellow, so why not call it yed?" you propose.

Hyunjin stops to look at you with his confused face. "Yed?"

"Yes? well, you mix yellow and red? Yed? Or should it be redow?"

"You're absurd," he laughs, continuing his sweep of brush. You're cute, was what he was actually thinking. Since you sat on that chair, you hadn't stopped talking about everything, from the workplace stress you're currently experiencing, to stories of stray cats in your apartment complex. Your voice was a better substitute for the music he put on every time he started painting.

"Green should be called yellue," you push forward. Laughing when the words repeated itself in your head. "Isn't that cute, Hyune, yellue?" you ask.

"Sure, my love," he answered. "Tell me everything on that pretty head of yours."

"I think, you don't need me to sit here," you said softly. Hyunjin laughs again. If he's being honest, it's his first time drawing the muse directly. He could have snapped a picture of you and used it as a reference, that's what he always does. But who he is to say no when you're the one offering to be his muse for a day?

"Weren't you the one offering yourself?" He asks, not paying much attention to you who had started to stand. You stopped in your tracks, thinking to yourself.

"Right..." you shyly said. You walked behind him, leaning down to rest your chin on his left shoulder. You are the muse, but you're certain that the scene doesn't look anything like his painting. Not in a bad way, just in a very hyperbole way that the background colors seem to be muted while he gives you the spotlight with all the vibrant colors.

Hyunjin turned his head, pressing a kiss on your cheek. "What do you think?"

"I don't think there's any word that can describe the elegance of that painting, Hyune," you answered. "I think you're a great artist, I'm pretty sure I'm not as beautiful as the person in the canvas."

Hyunjin puts down his palette on the little table next to the canvas before standing up. He grabs your shoulder, just looking at you. No matter how many times he memorized your features, he can't stop admiring your angelic nature.

It's true that an artist's eyes see colors in a spectrum that's never existed before, but you're different. Hyunjin had always thought that he already saw all the colors of life, but your existence in his life gives him a taste of a new kind of rainbow. And he wished for nothing more than you to see yourself from his point of view.

"Believe me, my love, no colors can do justice to paint you."

a/n. Ramadhan Kareem everyone! We're well fed this month by the amount of skz record the kids released and some said we're getting cb announcement at fanmeeting😃 can't wait!!!!!!

listen

PAIRING: bang chan x reader GENRE: fluff, established relationship WC: 449 WARNINGS: implications of sleep disorder

"Chris, I think I can hear the music layers," you said to your boyfriend one peaceful afternoon. Your pupils moved left and right as if following the sound from the headphones you were wearing, freaking him out.

"Baby, how long did you sleep last night?" he asks, taking off his headphones. He had promised to come over during the weekend, yet, he sat still in front of his laptop, working on something for the last hour. Leaving you to do something by yourself.

You shrug in response, not providing the answer he needs. He sighs. It's not the first time you made that claim and every time, you're only running on 3 hours of sleep.

Not that you're ignorant about the little details, but somehow it fascinates you even more when you're lacking sleep. As if you're taking some drugs and give your imagination a little bit more to work on. Is there any research on this? Well, you were so busy with work that you never bothered looking it up.

"Let's go" Chris plucks the headphones from your ear, taking your hand in his. "You need sleep. Now."

Chris drags you to the bedroom, turning on the air conditioner before closing the blinds. You sat on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with a strand of thread on the corner of your shirt.

"But I'm not sleepy," you said quietly. You blink twice at Chris. "I haven't seen you all week, and you're working, and I'm working, and we barely get the chance to talk or watch movies or eat together or cuddle..." your voice getting smaller as you list the things you usually do with him.

He immediately melts at the statement, unable to counter it.

"Baby..." he coos. Chris walks over to you, cupping your face in his hands, slightly tilting it upwards. You pout at him, trying not to cry. Another thing that comes out of lack of sleep.

"Let's take a nap first, yeah? Then we can arrange a date." He plants a small kiss on your pouting lips. You nod in response before lying down. As soon as your head hits the pillow, Chris notices your eyes fluttering shut. Smiling to himself, he took his spot next to you after turning off the lamp.

"I want sushi," you request. "I can hear your heartbeat," you said again, breathing steadily to match its rhythm.

With a yawn, you murmured a small I love you.

Your sleep was sealed by a kiss on the top of your head, along with a soft I love you from Chris. After this, he's taking a much-needed day off to spend with you. At least he owes you that.

a/n. i want sushi to break my fast later... also tomorrow is debut anniversary!!!! my second one since i become a stay. it's funny how the time went ((not really, i mostly cried this year but anyways))

blossom

PAIRING: bang chan x f!reader GENRE: fluff WC: 0.9k WARNINGS: none, just kisses:] a/n. [based on this request ! my brain never worked so quick when i saw a prompt. everyone say thank you anon for requesting heheh. also, sorry for taking so long to get back to you, dear anon😞]

“A penny for your thought?” Chan asked, taking a seat right next to you, making your whole body shiver when his arms brushed yours. You turned your head slightly, eyes landing quickly on the thing under his nose. You blink before forcing a smile. Act normal, please, act normal.

You really can’t.

It’s not like you haven’t been kissed by him, who has been your boyfriend for the last couple of months. But it hits differently when you dream about a specific kissing scene. Maybe it was the influence of numerous romance dramas you watched, combined with the fact that you can’t get enough of his kiss. Maybe you’re going crazy. Crazy in love. Or it’s a mix of both.

“A penny is too cheap,” you replied jokingly, trying to not sound too nervous. You don’t dare to look at him again because your heart is starting to go thump-thump-thump under your ribcage and one look at Chan might just give you a heart attack on site.

The thing is you can’t get the image out of your head. The dream you had last night. Of you and Chan. Kissing. Under the rain.

It always looks so romantic on TV, but you hate that the majority of them always start after a heated argument. You understand the desperation, you understand the appeal of the angst, but the dream you had last night was just… so… sweet.

“A kiss?” he offered leaning in your direction with a playful smile. Your eyes widen and you can feel heat spread across your face. Chan laughed a little before teasing you even more, making you stand up from the sofa. “You’re blushing, you know that? Haven’t I kissed my beautiful girlfriend today?” he asks, following you to the kitchen where you take a glass of water and drink it hastily. Praying that it could cool you down.

You glance out the window. These days the skies have been a bit moody and then as if on cue, it starts to rain.

Chan’s hand snake on your waist, hugging you from behind. The gears on your head are turning. You had to bring that image to life even if that meant you’ll catch a cold afterwards. But how? You can’t directly say to him that you want to kiss under the rain… It feels so childish… Besides, it will just catapult his ego out of this planet and he'll bring it up to you on all possible occasions.

“Where are you?” Chan asked, pressing a kiss on the side of your temple. It feels like the contact of his lips and your skin turned on the switch in your brain.

You turned to face him, leaning in closer until your nose met each other. His eyes fluttered close, but you use that moment to escape his strong arms into the front door. In the back of your head, you can see him with a lowered head, hands on both hips, all while trying not to smile at your sudden prank. You let yourself roam the road, feeling the rain turn from a drizzle into a more constant shower.

Chan followed you out but made no movement to join you who started to run around in the empty road. It’s been ages since you voluntarily stand under the rain and actually enjoy it. The rain always does an excellent job of washing away your worries for a while.

You stopped, with hands outstretched to him. Inviting. Waiting. Please take the bait, please take the bait, you wished. “Catch me if you can,” was the word you half-shouted to him.

He raised his eyebrow, seemingly unamused. It’s a mental game, waiting around on who can stand being five feet away from each other. But like every other time, he loses this one too when he stepped out from the porch into the pouring rain.

You dodged him when he tried to trap you in a hug, laughing like a little kid. When you look at him, you swear that he’s the prettiest thing on earth. He’s like a flower who just gets watered; vibrant, full of colors. And his smile, God, his smile is enough for you to stand under the rain forever.

You give up at last. Letting him attack you with tickles all over your body.

“I admit defeat,” you try to squeeze in between laughs. He stopped tickling without taking his hands off your waist. Pulling you closer and turning you to face him. “Hi,” you said when you finally met Chan face to face.

“You’re having too much fun for someone who might complain about their cold and runny nose the next couple of days, babe,” he said. You just smile sheepishly before tiptoeing to give him a quick kiss. “That’s it?” he asks back. You nodded in reply. He tch-ed, head dipped to meet your trembling lips. You circle your hand on his neck as he lifts you up from the ground, spinning you around a bit. His lips taste like the honey chapstick he uses, warm against your own.

“That’s definitely better than my dream,” you admit with a wide smile. You’re cradling his head, forehead pressed against each other. Chan laughs earnestly, finally seeing behind the curtains.

“Next time you have some romance scenarios in your head, just tell me,” Chan offered. You roll your eyes, still holding the smile on your face.

What once woke you up from your sleep now becomes the image you see before you close your eyes. A thousand times better than any scenes you ever watch and definitely worth the cold that comes after too.

a/n. i wrote this in like 2 hours i didn't know how it got this long maybe i just missed him a little too much:/

fine line

PAIRING: kim seungmin x reader GENRE: fluff WC: 572 WARNINGS: none(?)

“Okay, that’s it,” Seungmin closed the book he was holding, looking directly at you. “What’s going on with you?”

Nothing’s going on with you, is what you want to say. But you just stopped scrolling and shifted your gaze to Seungmin who was leaning on the couch across from you. Your eyebrows raised in a questioning manner.

“You’ve sighed like 100 times in the past 15 minutes,” Seungmin observes. You rolled your eyes at him, focusing back on your screen. You scroll past a book review video; too tired to think, scroll past a breakfast recipe without saving it, scroll past a cute animation video without even smiling.

“101 times now,” Seungmin announces. You look at him, still not saying anything. Afraid that if you even open your mouth, you won’t stop talking. Seungmin stands from his seat and moves to the other end of your couch. He lifted your feet fleetingly before sitting down with your feet on his lap. “Don’t you want to share what’s inside that little brain of yours?”

“Are you saying I’m dumb?” you voiced for the first time since the last hour. You wittingly press your heel towards his thigh, earning a low grumble from Seungmin.

“That’s your word, I won’t say such things to my girlfriend,” Seungmin said, drumming to your shin. “So?”

You unintentionally sigh and then smile at Seungmin when you realize before setting your phone on your chest.

“Don’t you feel like the world is moving too fast?” you proposed. Lately, the bones in your body refuse to cooperate, and you’re just constantly tired. “Weren’t we just graduating high school yesterday? And suddenly we’re going on our own way, doing interns and everything else. It’s like we don’t even have time for each other.” your voice waning.

“Aw, is this your way of saying you miss me?” Seungmin teased. You respond by once again pressing your heel towards his thigh. “But I get you” he leaned back on the couch, pausing to find the right word to respond to you. You sigh again, laughing now that you remember the exact count of how many times you sigh.

“I don’t think it’s normal to feel this way, because like… we have different paces, and I shouldn’t compare myself to others. But at the same time, I just can’t stop thinking about where we’ll go in life… What will happen to… us?”

“Do you think we’ll break up after we graduate?” You nodded sheepishly. A grin plastered on your face, matching Seungmin’s playful energy. He puts a hand over his chest, sounding hurt, “Unbelievable.”

You laugh ardently. Of course, there’s only a small part of you that thinks that way, the others are proceeding with certainty that you’ll get through whatever crisis this is with him.

“I know you’ve heard enough of it, and it probably won’t have any effects. But we’re going to be fine, babe,” Seungmin said, tracing circles on your shin. “The future’s undecided, right, but we’re doing everything we can right now to shape it into something that we dreamt about.”

And he’s only wrong about one thing, every word he says does have its effect on you, and you believe in him. You believe you’ll be fine.

a/n. shout out to every last-year college student out there. we got this<3 also seungmin kinda look like jake (enha) on that pic... he's so boyfriend

beautiful

PAIRING: bang chan x reader GENRE: established relationship, fluff WC: 624 WARNINGS: detailed mention of insecurities

“how are you so beautiful?” you blurted out of the blue. you were lying comfortably in chan's lap, getting distracted by his ethereal features. his hand stops stroking your hair, peeling his eyes from the cartoon playing on the TV. you offer him a sheepish smile, like those lovesick teenagers.

“are you saying that because i actually am or because you just like me?” he teases you. he can’t lie though, his heart skips a beat when you voice out the question so casually, so innocently. he never knew how to take on a compliment, and you don’t necessarily make it sound like one by the way you candidly say those kinds of things in your mundane routine.

you click your tongue, repressing a smile that’s about to bloom.

“i mean it, you know,” you continue saying. he chuckled before lowering his head to kiss your forehead.

“thank you?” he said more like a question. and you’re holding back from rolling your eyes. one of those days, you’d let it slide (you have tons more compliments to throw at him anyway), but today was not one of those days as you sit up from your position, adjusting yourself to face him. his hand hangs mid-air, throwing you a confused look.

you take it with both hands, placing it in front of your heart (in hopes of sharing all of your truest feelings with the man you love the most).

“listen, channie,” you start, you scoot forward to him until your knees are touching the side of his thighs. you sigh, thinking, this would be so cheesy, but you’d do anything to make this man see what you see every day. “you’re beautiful, the most beautiful person i ever met, the most beautiful person alive.”

“how?” he asks again. because for him, beauty is subjective, it’s a preference.

you look at him for a moment, you want to whip out your diaries, reading all of the entries about him. his eyes search for yours amidst the silence and that’s when it struck you—

“your eyes,” you start again, feeling warmth dominate your heart as you gaze into those pair of russet brown irises. “it’s the color of autumn, when you stand under the sun, it turns into a brighter, honey color. and it’s sweet, and it gives me a sense of home.” he smiled and there was a crinkle on the corner of his eyes that showed his sincerity.

“you look even more beautiful when you smile” you bring a hand closer to his face, poking the dimple that complements his smile. “this is practically my favorite feature.”

and if his eyes are autumn, then his smile is spring. the way he’s able to bring the energy just by smiling is astonishing to you.

you place a hand on his cheek. and warmth radiates from the spot you touched. like the summer sun, without the overbearing heat. and it’s cute and you still have a lot in your pocket.

and he can read you because he quickly pulls your body, enveloping you in a snug embrace that could save you from the excruciating cold in winter.

“don’t say anything more please,” he said shyly. you smile, placing your face in the crook of his neck. you would do this a thousand times more. you would shout about how beautiful he is from the top of the building if you could.

he smiled as he pressed a kiss to the side of your hair. his heart filled to the brim with emotion; pride, joy, love, and awe. and he wonders if it’s possible to be more content than this moment right now.

and oh, how you pledged yourself to shower him with all the love he deserves.

a/n. i think this was inspired by one of his bbl messages i am soooooo whipped for this man it's unbearable.

fight for you | bang chan

fluff | 627 words | no warnings

First-aid kit prepped and ready on the dining table, you moved to stand in between Chan’s thighs. You grabbed his face in your hands for a better look at him, inspecting the cuts that littered his handsome face. Chan took the opportunity to nuzzle his face into your warm hands, his own finding their way to your waist. You clicked your tongue in disapproval, turning to pick up cotton balls instead.

“Hold still. This might hurt.”

You felt the way Chan’s arm tensed up at your cold words. Sighing, you cleaned away his wounds, ridding them of dirt and bandaging them up.

Chan’s attempts to sit still on the chair failed miserably. He tried to focus on the way your nose scrunched up in concentration, or on your well-practised movements. ‘this shouldn’t be something you’re used to doing,’ Chan thought. A hiss escaped him as you dabbed disinfectant on a particularly large cut. Your eyes softened as you watched your boyfriend looking dazed, staring into space.

“Baby,” you called out, placing the last bandage over his cheekbone.

“Hmm?”

“What was it this time?” you rested your hands on his shoulders as you waited for his reply.

The man in question looked down sheepishly. The arms around your waist hugged you tighter, pulling you closer to him. Chan instead hid his face against your stomach – choosing not to answer instead.

“Channie.”

Silence.

“Bang Chan.”

You felt him shift in your hold.

“Christopher.” you sighed. Chan finally looked up at you. You almost giggled at how he looked like a dejected puppy, when you noticed The way his eyes glistened in tears. Your hands flew to his face, thumbing at the crinkles near his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Chan tried to say something, but his words were muffled by your shirt. You coaxed him to repeat himself, running a hand through his hair in comfort. His grip on you tightened, hands grabbing a fistful of your shirt as he pulled you down to his lap.

“He said you were too good for me.” His voice was soft, weak; as if afraid that the words would come true. “He threatened to take you away from me,” he sniffled, “said I didn’t deserve you, that I wouldn’t take care of you as good as he did.”

You immediately knew who the he was referring to. Your ex, prideful as ever, couldn’t stand the thought of you with Chan.

“Oh, Chan,” your heart broke at the sight of your broad boyfriend hunched into a ball. “You’re the one that’s too good for me.” You planted a kiss on his nose. “You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. I love you so, so much.” another kiss on the cheek. “Besides, you know how bad he treated me before. I would never go back to him, even if he was the last man alive.

That doesn’t mean you should go around getting into fights, baby,” you chided. Chan seemed to slink deeper into the chair, though you could feel his infectious energy slowly returning.

“I was defending my honour,” he whined, burying his head in your shoulder. You let out a small chuckle, wrestling yourself out of his lap.

“C’mon,” you put the first-aid kit back into its box, grabbed his hand and pulled him up, gently pushing him onto the sofa, “I’ll let you cuddle extra tonight, okay?”

“Okay.” he let your hand tug his, but his feet stayed rooted firmly to his spot.

“Channie?” you turned back, head tilted in confusion.

“I love you too.” His hand clutched yours firmly as he finally tugged you towards him. “I’m not sorry for beating him up, though.”

A small smile graced your face as you settled down with him on the sofa.

“Yeah. I know.”

☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ felix is on the phone☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼

late at night… it’s been hard for you two to be this much time apart but his deep, sultry voice is guiding you and helping to feel better…

pairing: lee felix x f.reader

genre: smut | +18 minors DNI

a/n: quick drabble ~ the brain full if smut is braining today…

“put those pretty fingers in your mouth, sweetheart. coat them well for me, ok? I want them really wet.”

you can’t help but moan as you picture him right there next to you. a mental picture so vivid, you swear you can feel his breathing beside you.

“that’s it… now touch yourself, sweetheart. slide just one finger in— go slow babe, I want you to enjoy this.”

and you obey.

your spit mixing with your arousal makes it so easy to fuck yourself, his breath heavy on the other side of the phone.

“you are so wet for me, pussy clenching around your fingers— add another one to that pretty pretty pussy… all mine—fuck! all mine…”

and you can hear him lose control as he jerks off to the mental image of you cumming around your own fingers.

“all fucking yours, baby.” you manage to say, your orgasm building faster than expected. your thighs begin to tremble as your fingers pick up the pace, your other hand gets busy with your clit, applying pressure while circling it. a little faster. your fingers a little deeper. your hips slightly moving up and down.

“ah— cum with me sweetheart, cum. with. me..”

and you know he is cumming and so are you with a gutteral growl so loud you immediately cover your mouth after letting it out.

you can only hear the aggitation caused by such an intense orgasm.

“fuck— I love you…”

“I love you too.”

SKZ Changbin hard thoughts…

a/n: these are just thoughts— smutty ones

+18 MDNI

because youuuu voted for pussydrunk!changbin and my mind went places…

pussydrunk!changbin who can’t properly focus at dance rehearsal because all he can think of is you. you. you. the tiny whimpers you make as he kisses his way south of your body.

pussydrunk!changbin who just had to take a break, go to the restroom and see all the pictures he has taken of you. legs spread, pussy coated in your sweet sweet arousal. before he know it he is fisting his cock, spitting on it to make it slick. but nothing will ever compare to you. he cums but it’s not the same. he wants you. he needs you.

pussydrunk!changbin who according to him, gives you subtle hints that he wants you “sweetheart you want some ice cream?” his eyes on you as his tongue licks the ice cream ball. your immediate reaction is to close your legs. how dare he do this to you in public?

pussydrunk!changbin who sees you fresh out of the shower wearing only your bathrobe. he showers you with compliments and sits you on the kitchen table. you protest when he parts your legs, but his mouth waters when he sees your bare cunt and you can’t deny it turns you on. “i want every single drop of your cum on my face, on my tongue. let me make you feel real good” he slowly licks a stripe and finishes by sucking your clit. “so fucking sweet”.

pussydrunk!changbin favourite thing to do is be inside you. your perfect tight little cunt swallowing his whole cock. taking him so so sooo fucking good. his brain just has the capacity of thinking how good you feel. how warm you are. how wet you are. “i love being inside you, fucking you just like this— ah—you like that sweetheart? you like that? yes, it feels so sssssoooo sssoooo good… i’m not gonna last long”.

pussydrunk!changbin fucks yet another orgasm out of you, but he wants more. he goes down on you and you can’t help but squirm. the overstimulation is a lot. “relax, relax, my sweetheart” he lazily laps his tongue on your entrance. then slowly his tongue fucks you and the feeling is ecstatic. with his thumb he begins to touch your clit softly as his other hand works on himself. “so pretty… you” lick “are” lick “amazing… you taste amazing…” and your pussy clenches while he praises you. now his fingers move to your entrance. he pushes two digits inside and curls them. you, a babbling mess squirt all over his face. “such a pretty mess, my sweetheart, i swear i can eat you out forever”.

“So this makes us what?” | fwb lee minho

pairings: lee know x f.reader

genre: smut | fwb trope | +18 minors DNI

requested by @kyungpenguin33 ˜ sorry this took forever to write, darling. i hope you like it <3

summary: you and minho had been friends for a while, but it all changes one rainy afternoon. now someone is jealous and can't really stand just being friends with benefits (college!au)

word count: 1.7k

warnings: biting, marking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (big no-no), minho calls reader bunny, slight argument, jealousy... lmk if I forgot something

Enjoy (;

His number 2 pencil snapped in his hand. 

Not that anyone would notice, especially not you. Your attention was somewhere else, better said, on someone else. Minho’s chest feels heavy as he watches how your deskmate puts his arm around you. Does he have a death wish? Minho shakes his head trying to calm down his thoughts. Of course, your deskmate didn’t have a death wish. He, like everyone else, is aloof about what goes on behind closed doors between you and Minho. The way you moan under his touch, how impatient you become when he teases you, oh, and the look on your face when he eats you out. 

It’s celestial yet sinful. 

Minho scoffs. What is so great about that dude anyway? You are way too much for him, you are the sunshine itself. You bring life into every situation no matter how difficult it is. It is hard for Minho to shake off these feelings, especially when you two are supposed to be just friends who fuck. 

It all started one rainy afternoon. Water poured heavily as you tried to focus on the movie Minho insisted you watch. It was ‘the best thing ever’, but although you tried not to hate it, the movie was incredibly boring and you rather be napping. Your eyelids feel heavy, drowsiness overpowers your body, and the next thing you know your eyes open to a very sleepy Minho. He is an angel walking the Earth, tortured, joyful, and beautiful. His head rests on your shoulders, his purple hair slightly covering his eyes as the two of you now lay on the very soft and cozy couch. Little drops of rain hit the window and your index finger lands on his perfect nose, then his perfect lips which are slightly parted. 

“What are you doing, bunny?” he asks. His eyes were still closed. 

Your heart almost stops as your body jumps, scared. 

Minho chuckles and tries to resume his nap, his head now getting cozy on the crook of your neck. You swallow hard, his breath tickles that very sensitive spot on your neck. No. You can’t think of him in that way. This is your friend, your friend. But when Minho plants a little kiss on the soft skin between your shoulder and neck, you are doomed. 

A soft moan involuntarily escaped your lips. 

Minho smiles, the corners of his lips going up. So he plants another kiss and another and another. His tongue ever-so-slightly tasting your skin, creating in you a euphoric feeling you hope never ends. His eyes land on yours, a silent petition to kiss you. There is no need to verbally answer him, you nod and your lips are on his. His lips gracing yours, feel like cotton candy, soft and sweet. You bring your face down to his and the moment his tongue touches your bottom lip the dynamic changes. 

Minho’s hands are quick and skillful to reach your hips and pull you on top of him. You feel his erection pulsating through his sweatpants as you straddle him, still not breaking the kiss. It feels so easy to strip off your clothes in front of him. For Minho is the same, he loves the warmth of your skin and wants to worship every part of you, but your eagerness is palpable and to him, pleasing you is now a must. 

Never in his life, Minho would have thought he would be inside you. Did he imagine it? Well, in all honestly he tried to stop himself any time his mind would go there. But fuck, he couldn’t, his will wasn’t that strong. However, now it is a whole different deal, you are here, riding him like a fucking goddess. The way your ass keeps bouncing up and down, your hips rocking back and forth. You drive him into madness, his brain can’t process how all this is happening. If he gets to have you, then let him be damned. 

You, on the other hand, feel the heat radiating from Minho’s body, your sweat mixing with his as your tongue clashes with his fighting for dominance. It is not the first time you have had skin-to-skin contact with your friend. You’ve hugged and cuddled a little bit before. But the way his fingers dig deeper into your flesh, encouraging you to keep going makes your pussy wetter and your moans louder. 

Skin-slapping sounds in crescendo, Minho positions his feet flat on the couch, changing your angle as he starts to fuck you, faster than the pace you originally set. Your broken moans are getting him hornier and making him groan, whispering your name as it’s the only word in his vocabulary. 

“Minho… fuck– faster, please… harder…” you whisper. 

And he obeys as he continues fucking you until your vision blurs. Minho feels the exquisite clenching of your entrance and he wants you to milk him whole, but that is not something he’s been allowed to do. So he focuses as hard as he can to make you cum first. Your eyes closed, muscles tensing as your nails claw his chest. 

“Fuck yes– ah! “ you say as you reach your high, laughing at the blissful sensation. 

Minho lifts you and you want him to cum so immediately your hand wraps around his beautiful, perfect thick cock and after a few pumps, he’s cumming for you. 

No words. The only thing that can be heard is both of your heavy breathing trying to go back to normal. Minho smiles. 

“I didn’t know you were such a menace in bed, bunny…” 

That sentence opened the door for endless sessions of fucking and resuming your everyday activities. No questions asked. To be honest you were too scared to and Minho seemed not to care about talking about it. Minho didn’t want to lose you and would not take that risk by talking about the friends-with-benefits thing and ruining everything. 

That was of course until he saw you with him—your deskmate. 

The class was not over, but Minho was too upset to keep witnessing another man’s hands on you. So he storms out of the class, curious eyes all over him as he doesn’t bother to excuse himself. This behaviour is not completely uncommon from him, but you just knew something was off. 

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Snow falls lightly as the day comes to an end. Minho walks determined straight to his car, heart beating so fast he almost didn’t hear your voice from afar. 

“Minho! Stop… shit! Minho!” you ran as fast as possible to catch up with him. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“What’s wrong Min?” you shiver at the cold wind hitting you. 

“Nothing… go back to the lecture. Go back to your friend,” he rolls his eyes. 

“Friend? Wh-what? Wait… do you mean–”

“Yes, him… whatever! Just go back in there, you’ll freeze your ass out here.” 

Minho takes out his car keys and opens his car door but you are set on not moving. Your eyes can’t believe the fact that Lee Minho is jealous of a classmate. You don’t even like him like that, you only like Minho but he doesn’t know that. 

Since you are not moving, Minho gets in his car and you do the same shortly after him. 

“Shit… just go to class!” 

“Are you seriously jealous of him? He is just a friend… I am not fucking him!” you try to look him in the eye but Minho just looks away. 

“Yeah, I’m your friend too and we fuck nearly every night. Does he fuck you better than I do?” 

Your heart sinks because his words are harsh and hurtful. You try to get out of his car but Minho pulls you back in. 

“I’m sorry,” and his face is so close to yours that you finally see the Minho you love. So you delicately brush your fingertips on his cheek. 

He doesn’t say a word. His eyes close and now his hand covers yours. 

“I know it’s a lot to ask,” he pauses, meditating on what to say next. “But… I don’t want you to sleep with that guy– or anyone else.” Minho now looks at you, eyes anxious awaiting your answer. 

“I don’t want to sleep with him or anyone else, Minho.” 

“You’re fucking mine,” he cups your face and kisses you passionately. 

Suddenly it all feels like that first time you two kissed. It was deep, lustful, yet loving. Your hands entangle in his now-fading purple hair as you savour every bit of that kiss. His tongue diving into your mouth, swallowing your moans, and his hands keeping you in place. 

Your body moves and before your brain can process it, Minho has you on his lap. Driver’s seat pushed to the back so you can sit, your back against his chest. It doesn’t take long for him to undo his and your jeans when he is already entering you with his middle fingers tapping on your clit. 

His lips on your shoulders and back, kissing and licking your skin making you throw your head back giving him access to your neck. He knows your sensitive spot. Minho’s mouth marks your neck so beautifully, licking, kissing, biting, sucking, as you slowly bounce up and down his cock. Every little touch drives you crazy. 

“Mine,” he whispers, as he bites down on your shoulder now and adds more pressure to your clit, drawing circles on it. 

“Mine, mine, you’re fucking mine. No one else's,” he speeds up, making you cry in response. 

“Yours,” you reply. “Fucking yours.” 

“I want you to fucking use me, cum for me, bunny. I’m no one else’s but yours.” 

His words alone make you clench around him. Quickening your pace you chase your release as Minho’s free hand helps you up and down. 

“Don’t fucking stop, bunny, just like th- that… ugh… you’re the fucking death of me.” 

You feel how your climax triggers his, spilling his seed inside you and you collapse, head on the steering wheel. Once again silence, your heartbeat so fast you hear it in your ears. Minho holds you tenderly and kisses you softly. He carefully helps you up and to the passenger’s seat. You are about to open the door, but he stops you. 

“So this makes us what?” he finally asks. 

“Get out of the car,” you reply. 

The snow had stopped now and you go around the car and hold Minho’s hand, interlocking your fingers with his. 

“This makes you mine and I am yours,” you smile.

“Let’s go back to class, I think I have a new deskmate.” 

“Hmmm, I want to meet him already…” Minho smirks, the tips of his ears getting red. 

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

I enjoyed so much writing this! This man be fucking with my brain BAD.

Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated 💖

I have a request but not sure if you are taking them. I just got out of a bad relationship with an ex who caused me trauma..(SA)

is it possible if you could write a comfort with possibly bang Chan or seungmin..?

Hello dearie,

Of course, I can write this. I am sorry you are going through this. I hope you like it. <3

"I’ll be here when you wake up…” | Bang Chan |

Bang Chan x g.n.reader

Genre: Comfort

Warnings: it is stated that the reader's ex treated them bad

When you didn’t answer your phone for the third time that day, Chan began to worry. It is unlike you because you always have something to tell your best friend. Time seemed to pass slower now. Chan counted down the seconds for the meeting to end, concern crowding his mind and spirit. Felix is the first one to notice something is off, and in their silent conversation which only involves looks, it’s clear how desperately he is to get out of there. 

You sat in the corner of your living room, screening all calls and texts. The TV is just background noise as you try to block all the horrid memories of your ex. Your head just can’t understand how is it that you are now free. He was the one who kept saying you would be together forever, a forever you didn’t want but you couldn’t help but stay. Now he is gone. 

A soft knock on the door makes you jump.

Shit. Is he here? Is he back? 

“Hi little dove, it’s me. I– just got worried you were not answering. May I come in?” Chan’s soothing voice acts like the warmest blanket in the coldest weather. 

You didn’t want him to see you like this. Have you cried in front of him before? Yes. But this is different. The feeling of your soul being completely tarnished is not something you want to put on Chan’s plate. He has enough things to worry about as it is. 

“I’m coming in, okay?”

You hear the keypad and Chan stepping in, his steps are soft and premeditated like he is scared and unsure of what he might find. 

“There you are,” he whispers. Chan doesn’t allow his heartbreak to reach his voice, but he can’t deny that seeing you like this is beyond painful. You are supposed to feel safe and happy. He made that promise long ago but that was before…well– your ex. 

Chan closes the distance between you and kneels to be at eye level with you, but your eyes can’t look at him so you turn your face away. Sobs escape your lips, but you promise you won’t cry. Not again. You’ve cried enough. His hand touches your head, you can barely feel it, but it is there giving you some reassurance. 

“He is gone, Channie,” you manage to say between cries and as you turn to him, Chan can see in your eyes there is something broken in you. Something he never noticed before but he wouldn’t dare to ask unless you want to talk about it. 

So he nods and now you feel the entire weight of his hand on your head. 

“I will start the shower for you, yeah? I’ll be right outside when you’re done.” Chan helps you up and by the time you are done crying in the shower, he has ordered food, cleaned the kitchen, and had your favourite show playing. 

You silently sit with him on the couch as he eats your ice cream. He spoon-feeds you, your body now feeling tired and getting cosy beside him. As your eyelids close your lips curve into a smile. This is the first time in three days you’ve smiled. 

“Thank you, Channie,” you whisper. 

“Shhh, sleep, little dove. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here when you wake up…”

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a/n: even though this is ✨fiction✨ I hope you all find comfort and reassurance during difficult times <3 my ask is always open.

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I’ll be here when you wake up…

channie smutty drable

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Your surprise is here (+Lee Know)

Lee Know

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So this makes us what?

Your surprise is here (+Bang Chan)

Changbin

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Hyunjin

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Felix

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comforting | bang chan

pairing: chan x gender neutral reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: depression, overall “sadness” talk

word count: 774 

summary: in which you’re not feeling like yourself, but chan is there to help you

a/n: i haven’t been feeling the best, so i wrote this chan drabble to help myself feel better. i hope this helps you, whoever you are, if you’re not feeling like yourself, too

you: can u come over?

chan: yeah. something up?

you: no. just wanna hang

door’s unlocked

i’ll be in the living room

it only took chan fifteen minutes to make it to your apartment, finding you buried in a blanket atop your couch. your eyes were on the television, but you didn’t seem very interested in what was going on. he could tell from your blank expression.

“honey, i’m home,” your friend sang with a smile, not gaining much of a reaction from you other than a nod. chan sighed slightly, pursing his lips at your form. something was clearly wrong.

“mind if i get in on this blanket action?” chan asked, earning a hum from you. he watched as you struggled to sit up, fixing the blankets so he could sit with you. chan kicked his shoes off, placing them by the front door before making his way to you.

you had expected him to sit beside you, but he picked you up instead, sitting down and having you lay on his body. his back sat against the couch arm as his legs sprawled out across the cushions. he wrapped the blankets around the two of you, hugging your body close to him.

“so...” he trailed off, watching as you lazily rested your head against his chest. your eyes were on the television again, not really watching the show that was playing. “what’s got you down in the dumps?”

“i’m not… in the dumps,” you mumbled, but you knew that chan was smart. he was observant, and he cared. sometimes you wish he didn’t care as much as he did.

“really? hm, i guess you’re right. i mean, this is the happiest you’ve ever looked,” he stated sarcastically, eyes peering down at you. you sighed, looking away from the television. you stared at the floor, eyes tracing the lines of the wood.

“fine... i’m not okay,” you admitted, even though you knew he already knew that. “i don’t know why, though. it sucks when this happens. i hate feeling like this, especially when i don’t know why i’m feeling this way.”

“well, you’ve been going through a lot. it’s probably just catching up to you now,” chan reasoned, one of his hands starting to run up and down your back. it felt comforting, and you nearly let your eyes close at the relaxing feeling. you wrapped your arms around chan, sighing again before speaking.

“i just wish i couldn’t feel anything,” you sighed, furrowing your eyebrows as you glared at the ground.

“i understand,” chan sighed with you, his hand now running through your hair. “but these feelings we have... they remind us that we are alive. i know that sounds like bullshit a therapist would say, but it’s true.”

“you said it, not me.”

“oh, whatever!” chan shook his head and chuckled softly at your words, holding you tighter as he continued. “anyway, i‘ve had feelings like yours too - i’ve told you about them. they last from a few hours to a few months - to a few years, sometimes. but i keep living; i keep going on because i have a life to live. and so do you.”

“i know that, but... sometimes i wish i could just... press pause,” you explained, earning a nod from your friend. “it gets too much sometimes... i just need a break, you know?”

“i know,” he reassured you. you believed him. chan had come to you with his similar feelings many times before. you felt comforted to know that you weren’t alone in your feelings.

“thank you for being here.” you hugged chan tightly, closing your eyes when you felt them grow wet with fresh tears.

“i’m always here for you.” he liked to remind you this a lot. it was comforting, having someone to be by your side during these times. “hey, we can put life on pause for now, okay? what’s say you and i go to your room and take a nap until dinner?”

“chan... it’s one in the afternoon.”

“five hour nap. sounds good to me. you in?”

you smiled for the first time that day, sitting up and nodding your head. you followed chan into your room and for the rest of the evening, you and your best friend slept soundly. for dinner, chan ordered takeout from your favorite restaurant, and the pair of you watched your favorite show as you munched on your food. life seemed to get a bit better with chan, and you were grateful to have him by your side.

these feelings are worth feeling, and this life is worth living. thank you, bang chan, for being a friend during these difficult times.

hopeless dreams | hwang hyunjin

pairing: hyunjin x female reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: yearning and hopeless dreams

(also sort of dirty-minded reader if you squint??)

word count: 1182

summary: in which you and hyunjin are two royal teenagers wishing there was more to your world than fancy parties and boring courtiers

a/n: dreaming of being a princess and falling for my childhood friend but we can’t be together bc of stupid royal people laws </3

“hyunjin, you mustn’t keep bothering me during my studies,” you pouted, watching the long-haired blond prop his chin on the other side of the table, staring at you with a pout as well.

“you’ve been going at it for hours,” he whined, removing his head from the table and falling dramatically to the ground. the servant in the corner of the room, specifically placed there to make sure you did your studies, gasped, but you shrugged them off, signally they needn’t worry about your idiot of a friend.

“get off the floor, hyunjin! your mother just sewed that shirt for you!” you scolded, earning no response from the boy. he remained on the ground, thus having you raise a brow in curiosity. you stood from your chair, moving to the other side of the table and staring down at him. he had a hand on his chest, his breaths deep and harsh. you crouched to your knees, unamused with his play.

“y/n—my heart—i can’t breathe—“ hyunjin gasped loudly, in an attempt to raise alert within the servant. you noticed him wink at you, out of sight of the servant, causing you to sigh softly before playing along.

“westley, fetch the nurse, please? i fear he may have a fever,” you looked to the servant boy, who nodded quickly and rushed out of the room. as soon as his footsteps could no longer be heard, hyunjin smiled and sat up, pinching your cheek with a gloved hand.

“you’re the greatest,” he stated, then stood and held his hand out for you to grab.

“and you’re the worst,” you mumbled, but nonetheless grabbed his hand and allowed him to drag you away from your responsibilities. in all honesty, you didn’t want to study. your mother has been forcing it on you for a while, ever since your father died and you’ve been in line to take the throne, being an only child. however, you need a king, and no prince dares to marry the princess who can’t even speak a word of french. i mean, how prestigious are these guys, that they require their future lover to speak a language they will never likely use in their lifetime?

so, forgetting the chapter of grammar you had just studied, you found yourself in the garden, hyunjin’s hand still holding yours as he made his way further into the garden. you spotted the large oak tree in the distance, immediately knowing his plans.

“if you make a scratch on your shirt, your mother will throw a fit, you know that?” you stated, still being dragged by your hand as the tree came closer.

“i’m well aware,” hyunjin informed you, stopping before the tree and turning to face you, “but she’ll just make me another one,” he grinned, causing you to scoff and shove him away. the stronger boy didn’t make a move, his smiling widening before he winked and began his climb. you watched as he made it to the first thick tree branch, his head turning to you and his hand held out once again.

“no—absolutely not. i have to meet a new courtier in not two hours, hyunjin. i cannot look like a rabid animal when i get back,” you crossed your arms over your chest, shaking your head as you stepped away from the tree.

“you already look like one, my dearest y/n, so there’s no need to worry,” he teased, causing you to gasp and slap at his hanging leg.

“you flea rat!” you whined, grabbing his ankle and pouting at his words.

“if i’m the flea, you’re the rat i feast upon,” he grinned once again, causing your cheeks to flush as your thoughts turned less than innocent. you sighed as he continued to look at you, waiting for you to make a move. his hand was still held out, and his eyes were hopeful.

you grumbled, slapping his hand away and climbing the tree yourself. when you made it to the branch hyunjin was sat upon, he helped you sit down, moving you so your back rested upon his chest. you sighed, feeling his arms wrap around your waist. his heart was racing, you could feel it, and he could probably feels yours racing as well.

“i wish we could stay like this forever,” you mumbled quietly, your voice so low you wondered if hyunjin had even heard you at all. but the harsh thumping of his heart reassured you that he had indeed heard you.

“me too,” he sighed, playing with the lacey fabric of your dress. it grew silent, many thoughts running through each of your heads as you both dreamed with smiles upon your faces.

“do you see the hill in the distance over there?” hyunjin asked, pointing ahead and gaining your attention. you looked ahead, eyes on the hill.

“yes?”

“we will run away together, and we will go to that hill and even further,” he promised, though you knew he couldn’t truly keep that promise. “we will start a new life, with a small cottage in the forest, and we can play enchanted forest and read books that aren’t in french, and we can get married by the forest creatures and be with each other for the rest of our lives,” hyunjin rambled, your heart aching more and more with each word he spoke.

“hyunjin...” you trailed off, turning your head slightly so you were able to look at him. he looked back at you, his face as hurt as your own.

“i know,” he sighed, his hold on you loosening as he fell back against the tree. “i know.”

you gulped, swinging your legs over to one side of the branch so you could face him properly. you cupped his cheeks, smiling softly, though tears began to form in your eyes.

“let’s run away together,” you stated, the words making you feel hopeful, despite knowing your words could never come true. “we will run away and do all the things you and i dream of,” you promised, thumbs caressing his cheeks as a few tears spilled from his own eyes.

“my dearest y/n,” he mumbled, taking your hand in his and kissing your palm gently. you ran your thumb over his plump bottom lip, the moment seeming longer than it truly was.

it wasn’t until he kissed you that time seemed to catch up to you, the clock stopping as your eyes widened. he was pulling you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist, a hand on the back of your head and his fingers lacing themselves with your hair. his other hand squeezed your hip, causing a soft gasp to escape your lips.

you pulled apart after a few moments, both of your eyes gleaming with love and hopeless dreams.

“i will love you until we are laid within the ground, y/n,” he stated.

“and even longer than that,” you finished, the pair of you holding onto each other until lee minho, your soon-to-be future husband, arrived at your castle and carried you away from your true lover.

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After a long week of stress, work and quick fucks, Y/N and Han are desperate to let off some steam. However, when Y/N comes up with the idea of incorporating Viagra in their sex life, will they be able to handle it when that desperation escalates to drug-induced, animalistic fucking?

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Don't Worry, I'm Here For You.

Paring: Han x 9th member! Male Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Han will always be there when you have a panic attack.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I am mentioning panic attacks in this because I sometimes experience asthma attacks. Although I understand that they are not the same thing, they share some similarities.

I also just finished the first season of Jujutsu Kaisen, and it's so good. I'm currently watching the movie right now.

As the members of Stray Kids and backup dancers filed onto the stage, adrenaline pumping and anticipation swirling, Y/N couldn't help but feel a wave of unease wash over him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he scanned the stage, searching for a familiar face. There it was, towards the back of the arena, a familiar pair of eyes that seemed to hold him together when everything else spun out of control. It was Han, his bandmate and closest friend in the group. But as he focused on Han, something unexpected happened. His breath hitched, his chest tightened, and a cloud of darkness began to creep in at the edges of his vision. He tried to fight it, but it was no use. Before he knew it, Y/N had ducked off stage and sprinted towards the nearest restroom.

Once inside a secluded stall, Y/N collapsed against the door, the familiar weight of a panic attack pressing down on his chest. He felt hot tears stinging at his eyes, his throat constricting as he struggled to catch his breath. Just as he was about to lose himself to the overwhelming terror, he heard a voice from outside the stall. It was Han's voice, calm and reassuring. "Hey, you okay in there?" Y/N couldn't respond; he could only manage a choked sob. A moment later, the stall door creaked open, and Han peered inside. "Y/N?" he asked, alarm etched into his features. "It's me, Han. I'm here. We'll get through this together."

As Han knelt beside him, Y/N felt a sense of relief wash over him. He wrapped his arms around his friend, burying his face in Han's shoulder as he tried to steady his breathing. "I'm sorry," he managed to choke out between sobs. "I didn't mean to ruin the performance… I just can't…" of relief wash over him. His bandmate had always been there for him, understanding the intricacies of panic attacks better than anyone else. Han passed him a small bottle of water, and Y/N took a shaky sip, his breath slowly beginning to steady. "Thanks," he managed to croak out, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

Han gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "It's not your fault, Y/N. You know that. Panic attacks don't discriminate, and they're not a sign of weakness. We're all here for you, and we'll get through this together." He pulled a small, discreet inhaler from his pocket, handing it to Y/N. "Just in case you need it," he added with a gentle smile. Y/N took the inhaler, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him.

As they sat there in the quiet of the bathroom, the sounds of the arena slowly beginning to filter back in, Han reached out and took Y/N's hand. Their fingers laced together, and for a moment, they simply sat there, lost in their own thoughts. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the bond they shared, the understanding they had for each other's struggles.

"You know," Han began softly, "I've had my own share of panic attacks on stage. It's not easy, dealing with them in front of all those people. But we've made it this far, and we'll keep going together. We'll figure out what works for you, what helps you manage them. We've got each other's backs." Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of comfort and strength emanating from his friend.

As they sat there, lost in their own thoughts, the weight of the panic attack seemed to lift ever so slightly. It was then that Y/N realized something else: he was no longer alone. He had his bandmates, his friends, and Han by his side, supporting him every step of the way. It was a realization that brought a small, hesitant smile to his lips.

"Thanks, Han," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Han squeezed his hand in response, his own smile genuine and warm.

"We're a team, remember? And we'll always have each other's backs."

A Mother's Revenge

Paring: Mama!Hyunjin x Bottom Han's brother! Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Mama Hyunjin finds Han cheating on her, so she fights fire with fire.

More: Masterlist

A/n: Mama Hyunjin will always be imprinted in my mind.

Mama Hyunjin, the wife of Han, found herself in a rather peculiar situation. She had stumbled upon a photo of her husband, Han, with another woman - a girl named Lina. Enraged and hurt, she sought comfort in the arms of an unlikely suspect: her husband's own brother, M/n. The attraction she felt for him was undeniable, and as they shared an intimate moment, she couldn't help but wonder if this was the perfect opportunity to get back at Han for his infidelity.

She began by seducing M/n, making sure he knew exactly what she wanted. With each touch and kiss, she became bolder, more confident in her ability to manipulate the situation to her advantage. Her slender, muscular body writhed against his as they moved together, their passion palpable. As their lovemaking intensified, she found herself lost in the heat of the moment, forgetting about her initial plan for vengeance.

M/n, caught off guard by the intensity of his own desires, could barely contain himself. He was overwhelmed by the sensation of being so close to his brother's wife, feeling her soft skin against his own. He moaned her name, begging for more, and she obliged, taking control of their encounter. She flipped them over, pinning him beneath her weight as she roughly fucked him, her girl penis stretching and filling him completely.

As they continued their passionate union, Mama Hyunjin, now fully embracing her role as seductress, began to call out to M/n in a different way. "Call me Mommy," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. M/n hesitated for a moment, unsure if he'd heard her correctly, but the words seemed to unlock something deep within him. "Call me Mommy," she repeated, her voice growing more insistent. And so, against his better judgment, he obeyed. "M-Mommy," M/n whimpered.

"That's it, baby," she purred, her hips thrusting harder against him. "You're such a good boy." She increased the pace of their lovemaking, her girl penis sliding in and out of him in a blur, as she expertly worked his body towards an overwhelming climax. Her breasts, free from their confines, swayed enticingly above him, teasing him with their softness and warmth. She pinched and pulled at her own nipples, moaning his name as she neared her own release.

As he felt the tension building within him, she looked down at him with a wicked smile, her gaze burning into his very soul. "You're going to make such a good father," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "You'd be so good with my babies." The words sent a shiver down his spine, and with a final, powerful thrust, she released herself deep inside him as M/n also released, M/n's body tensing as he let out a long, shuddering moan.

She rode out his orgasm, her movements becoming slower and more deliberate, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She leaned down and gently bit his neck, her teeth leaving a mark as she came, her body shuddering with pleasure. Finally, she collapsed on top of him, their sweat-slicked bodies entwined. For a moment, they lay there, catching their breath, the silence deafening.

M/n couldn't believe what had just happened. He felt a mix of guilt, desire, and confusion coursing through him. He looked up at Mama Hyunjin, her chest rising and falling with each breath, and knew that she was satisfied. He wanted to believe that this was all just a fleeting moment of passion, that it meant nothing more than the release of tension and lust. But he couldn't shake the feeling that something deeper had occurred between them.

She opened her eyes, looking down at him with a softness he hadn't seen before. "Thank you," she whispered. "That was… more than I could have ever hoped for." Her voice was barely audible, but it sent a shiver down his spine nonetheless. He wanted to respond, to tell her it wasn't right, that they shouldn't have done this, but the words stuck in his throat.

Han's return to the room snapped them both back to reality. His brother's face was flushed, and he was still tangled in the sheets. Mama Hyunjin smoothly sat up, her girlhood concealed once more. She glanced at Han, her expression unreadable. "Oh, you're home," she said, her voice neutral. "I was just about to fix some lunch."

Han narrowed his eyes, taking in the disheveled bed and his brother's obvious state of arousal. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. "What happened here?" he demanded, his voice betraying his anger and confusion. "What did you do to him?"

Mama Hyunjin shot Han a warning glance before smoothly rising to her feet. "Han, I'm sure your brother just needs some time to rest," she said, moving to stand between them. "Why don't you go do whatever it is you have planned for today? Your brother and I can catch up later." She said as she winked at M/n.

Hwang Hyunjin Fic! Recommendations

(pt 1) my blogtw! — some chapters/oneshots may contain heavy smut,horror,angst read at your ownrisk. 🌌 — smut 🫐 — fluff 🌊 — angst

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! Miniseries + synopsis

The Strange Man of Monterrey Manor by @/quokkacore

•🌊🌌 (complete)

– Willoughby, 1799 — Life as the heiress of a disgraced house has not been kind to you. You’re neglected, unwanted, and used as a bargaining chip for your father to weasel his way out of the debt he owes the moment you come of age. It takes a turn for the stranger when you’re chosen to wed the owner of the manor atop the mountain — a mysterious, eccentric, cruel lord no one has ever seen. Whisked away to the dark and cold house and wed to a stranger, your questions become more and more. Why is Hyunjin the way that he is? What are the strange noises that echo through the house late at night? And why does your heart begin to beat faster whenever he’s nearby?

Pluto by @/seospicybin

• 🌊🌌 (complete)

– Knowing that your life will end soon, you choose to have your desired death by making a pact with the devil with a red hair, Hyunjin

The taste of honey by @/straywrds

• 🌊🌌 (ongoing)

– You were promised to Hyunjin before you were even born. Every year, he writes you a letter for your birthday and you write him one in return. Twenty years after the first correspondence, it's time for you to move to the Hwang Estate and meet him for the first time.

four of wands by @/straywrds

• 🌊🌌 (ongoing)

– “I didn’t say the Four of Wands appeared to people who are in love. I said it appeared to people who were falling in love. It’s not the same thing.” Hyunjin shook his head, his red hair falling back in front of his face, partially covering his eyes, like a storm moving over a dusky sky. “And, I’m not a psychic. I’m a witch.”

INFERNO by @/cb97percent

•🌊🌌🫐 (ongoing)

– Hyunjin is supposed to get married to his childhood best friend a month after he turns eighteen. He's so clueless about what "manhood" entails that his mother consults to arranging a "makeshift wife" to train him for it.

Anti-Romantic by @/jisungsdaydreamer

• 🌊🌌🫐 (ongoing)

– After a lifetime of heartbreak, you try your chance at romance for one last time, meeting up with L.A.'s most beloved dating coach, Dr. Hwang Hyunjin. Lines are crossed and strange events ensue.

SUPER BOARD by @/straywrds

• 🌊🌌🫐(ongoing)

– He's the guy everybody has seen around but nobody actually knows anything about except that he's an art major and sells weed...

! ONESHOTS

need to know by @/hwajin

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surprises by @/writerracha

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magic and rune by @/mimziie

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taste by @/hwajin

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sweat by @/hwajin

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love untold by @/hwajin

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insecure by @/hwajin

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kitchen counter by @/hwajin

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touch me by @/slutforleeminho

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