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The “Spy” - Hwang Hyunjin

A/N: @taichoushadow​ I hope it is somewhat good and okay.

Warnings: Brief roleplay, smut, Hyunjin being tied up, rope being used, teasing, dirty talk, nudism, explicit language, descriptive scenes, toys/vibrator being used, nipple play, slight edging, fingering, cum tasting, unprotected sex(readers on the pill), aftercare, cockwarming.

W/C: 5.7K

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the  age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You waited on the bed for Hyunjin to enter, recently you’ve been having some dreams about being a spy, and you probably shouldn’t have told him because he had suggested roleplaying to test it out, you weren’t too optimistic, but it was worth a try.

The bedroom door opens, and you turn to look at him, finding him wearing a pair of leather pants, that seemed to fit extremely tight, and a white button-up. He looks at you as you slowly got up from the bed, his black-coloured hair covering part of his eyes.

“I’m here to arrest you and take you back to headquarters,” He says. You fight the urge to laugh, you do, but you just couldn’t get used to the script. You bite the inside of your cheeks and move towards him, not saying a word because you knew if you did, you would end up laughing. “Y/n… I’m here to arrest you,” You grab onto his shirt, twisting your fingers into the fabric and pulling him further into the room, and shutting the door with your other hand, before pulling him towards a chair you had already set up. “Are you taking me, hostage?” You turn him towards the chair and lean forward, making him step back and sit down on the chair. You reach for the rope you had near the chair and tie one of his wrists to the armrests before looking up at him.

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So cute I might just cry 🫣🥹

SKZ REACTING TO SINGER ! GF'S NEW SONG | ot8 x reader

GENRE | fluff , smau

WARNINGS | cursing , skz being very excited for their gf's new song hehe

NOTES | i hope you all enjoy this one !!! this wasn't requested, but i wanted to do this bc i thought it would be fun !! i do have some requests i'm getting to !! don't worry !

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Chapter One - The Beginning - MDNI

Paring: Idol!Lee Felix x Reader x Idol!Hyunjin (Some Hyunlix action)

Word Count: 1.6k (I hope this isn’t too long!) 🫣

Warnings: I don’t think there are many maybe cursing? And some feelings of being too much for people?? Please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Hello! This is my first ever written out fan fiction and I hope that it does well and is received well. Also, I am really bad a synopsis or intros so I will not be including one of those for this! If I do end up writing one, I will include it at that point and time! Enjoy! :) Oh, I want to note that Y/N speaks Korean fluently so everything she says to the kids is in Korean! If something is said in English, I will show that by having it bolded and italicized. Also, I refer to the group of them as “the kids” quite often! Let me know in a comment or an ask if you want to be a part of the taglist! Current no smut is present in this but there will be in the future MDNI ONLY. If I cannot find your age on your account, I will most likely block you! Thanks for understanding!

*Y/N POV*

You had been working as a photographer in Seoul, SK for about 2 years. You mostly did freelance photography and some bigger gigs, enough to make a name for yourself. You started to work with a few fashion brands in the past few months but nothing ever stuck or felt right. You were job hunting when you noticed JYPE was looking for a new traveling photographer / videographer for one of their KPOP groups. The name was not disclosed due to privacy reasons and wanting only serious applicants.

“Oi what the hell?” You said as you filled out the application sending over your resume as well as your portfolio. Little did you know, you were already under consideration for the position due to Bang Chan having found your work on Instagram and brought your photos to JYP saying he liked the style and thinks it would fit well for them and their next comeback.

A few days later you received an email from JYPE offering you the position you applied for and inviting you to an in-person interview. You stare at the screen in shock for a few moments unsure if this is really happening. You laugh to yourself and quickly type out a reply and scheduling your interview for the next day at 10am.

The next day comes and to say you were nervous was an understatement. You got dressed in a white sweater with a plaid pair of pants that fit your curves. You added a bag and a pair of sneakers since you do have to walk to the JYPE building.

(Y/N is a bit curvier than this in my head but feel free to picture them differently)

You arrive at the building and are greeted by a receptionist. “Hello, can I help you?” she asked with a soft smile. Her soft features were a welcoming sight. You gave a warm smile back as well, “Hi, yes my name is y/n and I am here for an interview.” The receptionist typed something into her computer and nodded. “Yes ma’am, I will let them know you are here, they will be out momentarily.” You needed and sat down in the lobby looking at your phone occasionally trying to control your breathing and doing a few calming techniques you have learned. A man comes down the hall he has a stern expression but just seems more serious rather than mean. “Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N?” You stand up and smile at the stranger, “Yes hello” you bow politely and then shake the man’s hand. “My name is Yeo-sun, but you can call me Yeo.” He leads you down a long hallway to an interview room.

“So, I am going to get right to the point Y/N, we want you to be a photographer and videographer for the KPOP group Stray Kids, have you heard of them?” Your mouth falls open momentarily before you nod. “Yes, I have they’re one of my favorites.” He nods and smiles, “Good that means you will be up to date on a lot of their information, but we still have some prepared. Basically, just a list of likes and dislikes when it comes to photos as well as video aspects.” You nod and continue to discuss the position, and everything involved, including the fact that you would be living in the same space as the kids. However, you would have your own dorm and bathroom, but you would just share common spaces like a living room and kitchen. This was to make it easier for you to film behind the scenes content as well as help with live streams and any other aspects the guys needed help in. This was also a bit of a PA job which you noticed. You could not turn down this opportunity and it honestly seemed like a fun time; you just hoped the kids were as nice in person as they seemed online.

“Are you ready to start today?” Yeo asked and you nodded. “I left my camera at home but if you have equipment for me to use, I’d be more than happy to start today.” You said as you fiddled with the strap of your bag and Yeo smiled at you kindly. “We have plenty of equipment but once you move here you will be welcome to use your own equipment.” Yeo said before standing from the conference table “follow me.”

Yeo led you out from the room and went down to the dance studio explaining to you this is where the guys should be at this time. You braced yourself giving yourself a small pep talk before you both walk into the studio. The lights are dimmed some, but Yeo turns them up making the 8 men in front of you stop what they are doing.

“Oi Yeo-Hyun why the sudden assault” the aussie leader you know as Bang Chan laughed. “Ah, good to see you too Chan, this is Y/N the new photographer and videographer.” Chan walked up to greet you. “Oh! Glad to see everyone took my advice! Hi Y/N, big fan of your work, I recommended you to the staffing agents” Chan said with a bright smile that was contagious, you found yourself smiling brightly as well. “Oh, you’ve seen my work? That is so kind of you. I am also a fan of your work.” You said with a smile causing the others to laugh and Chan’s ears to go a bit red.

“Hi I’m Han!” The man bounded over and shook your hand smiling brightly. You loved his smile; it was something you admired about him from afar. Each of the guys came up to greet you, you expected a lot of hugs and laughs which you got. However, the one person you expected to be the touchiest barely shook your hand. Lee Felix. “Hello, I’m Felix, you can call me Felix or Yongbok like some of the other members do.” He said simply and did a little bow as he shook your hand. “Hi, I’m Y/N as stated” you giggled softly at his formality, but he shied away and stood back by his members. “I hope you all come to trust me, since I will be with you and living in the same area as you.” You laughed and so did the others as they all sat down to take a breather from dancing. You looked over and grabbed some bottles from the fridge before handing them out to the guys. “Ah! Y/N you didn’t have to do that!” Chan laughed but took the bottle chugging it as they all did. You smiled brightly and just laughed fidgeting with the camera Yeo had given you before he left.

You sat down on the couch as the kids began to practice again. They were practicing for the new comeback, one you had only heard about via twitter. You were smiling and bobbing along to the music that you had not heard before. You hummed quietly and began to move around the practice space taking some behind the scenes photos that the boys could post on bubble or that could be posted as teasers for a practice room video.

*Felix POV*

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he was trying but it was hard. He watched as you moved around the studio taking photos and laughing when the other members interacted with you. It was like you had been with them since the beginning laughing and joking around with one another. You were beautiful. God, he was worried about showing affection to you like the other members. He normally didn’t think much about his preference to skinship, but that was before yesterday. He had overheard some other staff speaking about his over affection and how it made them uncomfortable. That was the last thing he ever wanted to do to someone. He knows what it’s liked to be uncomfortable when someone is touching or hugging on you, and it broke his heart that he made someone feel that way. So, he decided would just stay back and watch and be nice but not overly friendly.

*Y/N POV*

You felt accepted and safe with the kids despite being there for maybe 3-4 hours. The kids really made you laugh and feel like you were friends for years, however, something you didn’t expect was the distance Felix was keeping from you. You had always thought he was the most affectionate person, having talked about skinship and being one to show it more than others. He was always seen cuddling, hugging and touching the members and honestly it hurt a bit that he wasn’t that way with you. Did he not like you? Did you make a bad first impression? You tried to be respectful and kind, hopefully it was just new person jitters. Your thoughts began to spiral as you were thinking of all the mistakes you could have made.

“Hey Y/N are you a stay?” You hear Jeongin’s laugh, and it broke you out of your downward spiral of thoughts. You smiled up at him, since you were now sitting on the floor after getting some cool shots of the kids dancing. “Oh yeah I am, I’ve been following you guys since your debut.” You laugh feeling your face heat up a bit as they all look at you a bit shocked. “I uhm, really enjoy all of the work you guys put into keeping stays happy.” Your ears began to heat as Jeongin’s laugh broke your thoughts again. His smile so big his eyes were almost closed. “Oh, that's good!” he said as he sat down on the couch chuckling to himself.

Minho sat up from his position laying on the floor “Who is your bias then?” he asked with a smirk as your cheeks flared again so much you felt the flush going up your neck. “Ah I don’t think I should really talk about that.” You said getting nervous as you played with the setting on the camera again trying to stop blushing. “Ah come on Y/N pleaseeeeeeee tell us?” Han whined throwing you a bit of puppy eyes. You laughed and shook your head looking around and realizing this was going to be a fun job.

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Oh my god, this was adorable.

skz reacting to you accidentally crashing their vlive

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skz x gn!reader, fluff, bulletpoints+scenarios

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bang chan:

he’d be very sweet and cool about it

would just ask you to join him, letting you sit besides him or even in his lap

softly giggles at your words, plus his ears would definitely get a bit read bc he thinks you’re so incredibly cute

“channieee~ have you seen my char- “ you stopped in the middle of your sentence when you saw the familiar vlive-layout on the pc screen in front of your boyfriend,

“oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t know that you were live” you apologized while blushing a little, chans gaze now on you, giving you a big smile.

“why don’t you join?” he asked, softly tapping the spot besides him, signaling you to sit down.

“you can also recommend a song if you want” he added, smiling at you while the chat went crazy over the way chan looked at you with pure adoration in his eyes. he then played the song you wished for, while casually talking about your day and different topics, giggling at your words from time to time with a huge smile in his face.

lee know:

would playfully be mad at first

but that would turn into a “i guess you have to join me now🙄🙄” really quick

definitely shows you off, bragging about all the things you’re good at and

“heyy!! I’m on a live rn!!!” lee know shouted dramatically when you peeked your head through the door. but his dramatic demeanor quickly changed when he saw a guilty look on your face.

“well i wanted to ask what you want for dinner, but i guess that’s not important right now” you playfully snapped back at him, about to close the the door when he dramatically screamed “waittt”

you walked into the room with a complete dumbfounded innocent look on your face “yeahh?”

“c’mere, now that you interrupted you gotta stay and tell me what your beautiful mind thought of doing for dinner…if stays knew how good you’d cook, they’d definitely kidnap you!”

seo changbin:

he would just look at you like??? and wouldn’t make a big deal out of it

maybe a little started when you suddenly bursted into the room

would give you playful smirks all the time

changbin jumped up in his seat when all of the sudden the door bursted open, startling him. his head immediately turned into your direction, looking at you in shock with big eyes and slight concern written above his face.

“biniee~~ “ you whined, walking up to him “i really can’t open this stupid can of pesto, can you please help me”

his concern was immediately wiped away and was replaced by a big smirk on his face. he took the can from your hands with a smile, also struggling with the lid for a second, until it opened with a loud click.

you thanked him with a sweet thank you, while you were walking towards the kitchen again, being completely oblivious to the fact that he wad live the whole time.

he would definitely tease you about the way you looked at his muscles tensing as he opened the can later

hwang hyunjin:

would look at you with big doe eyes paired with a soft smile

would teach you some dance steps, so you can dance a little together, but also to show stays how talented you are

soft, innocent touches from time to time to hell you with your pOstUrE

hyunjin butsted out into a big smile when he saw you walking into the practice room, his facie turning away from the camera to look at you.

“you forgot your water at home, so i brought you some” you said while holding up the water bottle in your hand. he immediately walked out of the camera frame to get to you, giving you a short hug as a thank you as he took the water bottle from your hands and took a sip.

“do you wanna join? i was teaching stays some dancesteps anyway, so you can learn with them if you want to”, he asked and was more than happy when you answered with a “yes sure, why not”

he gently dragged you into the frame by your hands, proceeding to teach you the dance moves he showed before, while his hands continued to give you light touches around your waist or arms to get you in the correct position, always making you blush a little.

han jisung:

he would be a little shocked at first, putting in panic mode on, since he’s pretty private abt his relationship

but when he sees that you are comfortable with the situation, he calms down a bit

you two just chat casually with many giggles and adoring stares in between

when you walked into the room, jisung wasn’t sure whether he should cover the camera or even stop the live, totally panicked about if you knew that he was live or not.

“hey, i saw that you were live, so i thought that i’d stop by for a second” you exclaimed, shooting a reassuring smile towards your boyfriend while getting another chair for you to set down.

jisung calmed a little bit down, but he was still a little bit nervous, so you just started chatting about random topics. you started to tell some childhood stories, giggling together and laughing out loud together.

his gaze never leaving your face when you tell your stories, while looking at you with attentive puppy eyes, waiting for you to finish speaking so that he can share a similar experience afterwards.

lee felix:

shy bby would be so happy

a giant smile the whole time

would pull you on his lap with no chance to escape

“lixie i’m home!!” you shouted through the apartment, making felix pop a big smile. just a few moments later the door to his room opened, felix’s eyes growing big at the bags in your hand.

“I walked by our favorite place and thought i’d bring some-“ you explained when you saw that he was currently live.

you let out a silent ‘oh’ while blushing a little. “you should’ve told me your live!!” you yelled playfully “i look so messy right now”

felix just chuckled to him self while he grabbed the bags from your hands, setting them down on the table in front of him,so that he can finally pull you into his embrace and sit you down on his laps.

“you look everything but messy right now, gorgeous”

kim seungmin:

he would just look up to you like ヾ(＠＾▽＾＠)ﾉ

would then just continue with whatever he was doing

still would be a smiley little pup when you decide to join him and more than happy to (subtly) show you off

Seungims head turned when he heard a light knock on the door.

“come in” he answered in a soft tone, a big smile appearing on his face when he see’s you standing in the door.

He looked at you, expecting you to to say something, but wanting to discuss something more private, stayed quiet, just looking at him. He seemed to understand, just giving you another smile before he turned back to his food.

“Do you want a bite?” he asked,tapping the empty space next to him for you to sit down. You nodded as you made your way up to him. He took a spoonful of everything he had in front of him and handed it you. You thanked him and ate your portion,giving him a smile in return.

In the meantime seungmins eyes wandered to read the chat

“Look babe, they think you’re cute”

yang jeongin:

he’d take the chance to tease you, knowing you can’t do too much about it

so be ready for everything including giggles

would probably forget that he’s live for a sec and would then get embarrassed about it

“hey” jeongin warned you, but the pillow he threw already made it’s way to you, hitting you almost perfectly. You picked up the pillow from the floor, ready to start a street fight when you saw his bashful smile and the ongoing vlive on his screen.

You stopped yourself, but nothing did stop you from pulling him away from his seat, in the direction of the couch, so you can throw the pillow back at him without breaking anything. And before you knew it, you were immersed in your pillow fight, completely forgetting that the live is still on.

when the thought of being live came back to his mind, jeongin stopped all his moves, blushing, realizing that dozens of people are currently watching him lose against you in a pillow fight. after he finally overcame his frozen state, he walked up to the camera, basically using it to protect himself from any other attacks.

He giggled softly at your defeated expression, making you laugh out loud too.

“Let’ decide who wins this later, you aren’t done yet , jeongin” you warned, leaving the room with a playful smile.

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Yeah of course this imagine is for black readers too. I would I love to take stray kids request for black readers buuut no smut request 😭.

💓 The moment SKZ realized they were in love with you 💓

sorry for any mistakes.

Bangchan: For Bangchan the moment he realized he was in love with you was when you were asleep in his bed. You always slept in his bed when you spent the night and Bangchan always took the sofa. That morning Bangchan walked into his room and suddenly stopped to stare at you as you slept. Little things that he knew about you suddenly turned into big things he wanted to hold onto forever. He starts to think about what going to bed with you every night would feel like. And waking you up in the mornings with soft kisses to your face.

Hyunjin: For Hyunjin the moment he realized he was in love with you was when his members pointed out how he would smile every time he talked about you. At first, he denied that he was in love with you because you're his friend and often times friends turning into lovers never ended well. Hyunjin was more scared of losing you as a friend but he started to play with the thoughts of you and him together. From little softer thoughts of you and him dancing in your dimly lit living room to your favorite song while laughing and to you playing with his fingertips while you talked about your day as he listened.

I.N: For I.N the moment he realized he was in love with you was when you smiled at him. There was just something different about this smile that differed from the dozen you would give to him on the daily. I.N thought maybe he was imagining things with that one smile. But all your other smiles after that one felt like summer. Your smile did things to him he couldn't really explain. So he would start telling you how beautiful your smile was just to watch your smile grow even bigger until your cheeks hurt. I.N wanted to be the only person that could see your summer smile and feel the warmth of it In his soul. Some people might tell him it was just a smile. But it wasn't. It was a smile from you, the one person that stole his heart.

Seungmin: For Seungmin the moment he realized he was in love with you was when leaving you at the end of the night was something he didn't want to do. He wanted to stay with you late into the night, even if you two run out of things to talk about. He didn't care as long as he was with you, that's all he cared about. So when he walked you from work or school he would walk a little slower just to have a little more time with you. And when it came time for him to say goodbye, he couldn't just say it. He hugged you. His arms tighten around you. Seungmin needed that closeness. When he's alone in his bed he could still feel your warm body against his.

Lee Know: For Lee Know the moment he realized he was in love with you was from your laughter. To others, there wasn't anything special about your laugh but for Lee Know your laughter was refreshing like cold rain against hot skin. When he started noticing little things within your laughter, he would ask the members if they noticed those little things too, but they didn't. It was like those little things you could even call them moments were only meant for him. Lee Know wanted to spend forever with you and your laughter.

Changbin: For Changbin the moment he realized he was in love with you was when you made him feel like a person and when you were there with him at his lowest. He liked how well your soul complemented his and he liked how you two could speak with each other without using words. It was that understanding of him that he adored about you because no one ever really took the time to get to know him besides his members. And like how you understood him, Changbin took his time learning more things about you that he didn't know before. Those unknown things would become something special to him. He would make notes on his phone when he found out something new. Like your favorite ice cream flavor, what books were your favorite, and why your favorite color was your favorite color.

Felix: For Felix the moment he realized he was in love with you was when you would wait for him to be done with practice. No matter the weather you would always wait for him. And For Felix that said a lot. He liked it though, always looking forward to seeing your pretty face after a long day. The way he would hug you once he was close enough to engulf in a sweaty hug, felt like a forever hug. Forever hugs were nice and felt like home especially coming from a person who realizes they're in love. Felix took that moment to get lost in your scent. You always smelt like something nice. After he told you he liked a certain fragrance that you wore, you wore it more often just for him. Felix would return the favor of waiting for you, always with cake or something you both would eat together at his place or yours. He could do this every day, waiting for you.

Han: For Han the moment he realized he fell in with you was when you said his name. The way you would say his name was different from how you would say the other members' names and Han wondered if you noticed how your voice was sweeter with his name. For Han, his name became his favorite when coming for you. At random there would be times Han would ask you to say his name and when he asked for you to say his name again he would smile with love-struck eyes. He could listen to you say his name every day.

A/N: Hiii, thanks for reading! My request are open if ya'll ever want to request anything as long as it isn't smut 😭. I do take girl group requests too, I may not know them but I don't mind doing the research and stanning a new group. ☺️

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[6:43 PM]

"hey, lix?" you call out softly, the boy in question humming and turning to you. the warm light of sunset rays paints his skin gold, and his eyes are even warmer as he gazes at you.

"have you ever seen that thing where people say beauty marks are from your soulmate kissing you in your past life?" he shakes his head and lifts an eyebrow as if encouraging you to continue.

"well," you smile, wiggling a little closer to where he sits on your shared bed. "that's a theory that some people have. so I saw it recently, and I was thinking about where my soulmate would have kissed me."

he opens his arms to you, asking silently for cuddles and who are you to say no to your precious fairy boyfriend?

you climb onto his lap, arms wrapping around his neck and his around your waist. he buries his face in your shoulder and you can feel his giggles vibrating in his chest as he tightens his hold. something about felix just feels so right to you -- that's the only way you can explain it. he feels like home, like happiness and sunshine and everything good and bright in the world bundled up inside one sweet boy.

he feels like the word 'love'.

he feels like your soulmate.

"then, I realised something," you continue and he moves back to look at you. "doesn't that mean your freckles are from soulmate kisses too?"

he laughs out loud at that, a shy giggle before he hides his face against you once again. you can see the tips of his ears turning a soft shade of red.

"it's true! isn't that so cute?" you lean back so he can no longer hide. "well, I love you and I wanna make sure you keep those freckles in our next lives!"

that's the only warning he gets before you're diving in to kiss all over his cheeks and nose. he hardly fights back, just laughs and laughs and tries to kiss you too, waiting patiently until you're done before he wraps you up in a hug and you crash together against the mattress.

you're still laughing when he looks at you and smiles once more. he kisses you again.

"thank you for that. I love you too, my soulmate."

[2:27 PM]

“baby...” he whispers, eyes wide in awe and mouth open in a small ‘o’. he turns to face you and you see the shine of tears in his pretty eyes.

“happy birthday, binnie. I love you so much and I’d have given you the entire world today if I could’ve, but that wasn’t an option so I hope this will suffice.” you joke, lacing your fingers with his and tilting your head with a big smile.

the room is dim, the only light coming from the array of scented candles you set out earlier. on the table in front of you sits your present for your dear boyfriend:

a scrapbook filled with photos from your years together - before you started dating as well as after - each with a small handwritten message describing what you treasure about each memory; what you treasure about him. decorated with real dried flowers and gold leaf, the whole thing radiates some type of soft vintage glow. as he flicks through the pages and reads the notes, his hold on your hand grows tighter until eventually he pulls you into a big hug.

“this is so...you- how long did it take? there’s years worth of photos in here.” he asks, words muffled by your hair.

“I don’t actually know, ‘cause it felt like I got drawn into each memory as I went through them all. I feel like I’ve always had you by my side...you’re so warm, you know?”

you hear him sniffle but a soft laugh escapes him anyway and he moves back to look at you. he scoffs, shaking his head.

“is that all I am to you? a sentient heat pack? a glorified hot water bottle, even on my birthday?” he clutches his chest dramatically with one hand and sighs. “and all this time I thought you loved me for who I was inside.”

you both break out into laughter, but you hug him again and whisper your next words against his neck.

“I didn’t mean physically warm. I just meant everything - your smile, your laugh, even the way you cry so easily-” he whines, smacking your arm, and you giggle. “everything about you radiates warmth and light. even if you do dress like emo me in high school.”

he doesn’t respond because he can’t find the right words to tell you just how much he adores you, and how all that warmth you find in him is reflected in your own heart.

it’s okay, though. you know exactly how he feels; words can’t accurately describe your love for him either.

all you know is that this moment - warm in his arms on his birthday, memories and happiness dancing around the room in the form of flickering candlelight - is perfect.

[4:16 PM]

"channie?"

no response.

you peek around the door frame to see him in the same spot as he was almost four hours ago when you had left. same pose, too, slouched against the cushions of the couch with his shoulders hunched forward slightly as he presses the buttons of his controller with the force of gabbie hanna aggressively typing in that one video. he doesn't even look up, probably too absorbed in the game to have noticed your soft voice.

"chan, I'm home." you repeat, a little louder.

he finally looks up and a bright smile instantly lights up his face, dimples on full display. you mirror his grin, warmth spreading through you at the mere sight of your happy boyfriend.

you almost think you've got his full attention when a sudden cry through the headset from felix pulls his attention right back to the tv screen and he's back to button mashing. you simply sigh.

it's great that chan has the time to relax now, after a month straight of extremely late nights and stressful deadlines; he deserves the time off.

it's just that you kind of assumed some of that time would be spent with you, his loving girlfriend who could really use some cuddles these days. that proved to be a rather bold assumption - he hasn’t stopped playing for three days straight. he takes breaks to do some casual work in his studio and generally take care of himself, but you’re ultimately left cuddleless and it’s a little disappointing to say the least.

you can't really be mad at him, since you're pretty sure he doesn't actually realise he's been playing for so long. he just tends to get very immersed in whatever cycle he’s started and loses touch with reality for a hot minute until you pull him back down to earth.

so pull him back down, you do, by flopping directly onto his unsuspecting body and burying your face in his chest.

“b-baby?” he cries out in confusion, clearly not expecting your chaotic choice of attack. you whine and somehow crawl even closer to him.

he just laughs and puts his controller down, telling felix he’ll be back on later. you hear a couple of complaints coming from the other side but chan dismisses them with a wave that felix can’t even see, and he wraps his arms around you in a warm bear hug.

“little cuddle bunny, can’t I even play my games without being pounced on?” he coos with a fond smile on his face.

“sure you can.” you start in a sing-song voice, “but not for three days straight. nom!”

he lets out a surprised cry when you bite down (softly, but fiercely) on his shoulder like a feisty cat.

“has it...has it actually been three days..?” he asks, voice a little hesitant. you know he already feels bad.

“yep.” you simply respond. “s’okay though, if you make up for it right now.”

he laughs, a bright and cheerful giggle that gives you an unbelievably big serotonin rush every single time, the vibrations comforting as you lay against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

you’re sure this is peak happiness. all is good and well when you’re carefree and sleepy together.

[2:25 AM]

The fresh bedsheets are cold but your skin is burning hot, cheeks flushed and tear stained. Normally, this would be a happy ending. The night would stop here, the day would come, you would go and Minho would pretend it didn't happen until the next time it did.

That was okay with you, it made things easier. You didn't want him to act any different for your sake; both of you agreed to this arrangement, and there were clear rules set out in bold text, underlined in red.

There were lines there so you would not cross them, and yet here you are. In his bed, staring up at the ceiling with an ache in your chest from your heavy heart, weighed down with unwanted thoughts and feelings.

His soft snoring echoes throughout the otherwise silent room, and it makes the walls seem taller and the distance between your bodies that much larger. It makes you feel vunerable. It makes you feel weak.

How could you have let it get to this point? You knew before you went into this that it could never go too far. The deal was there would be no strings attached, and you could leave whenever you felt like it.

Except you couldn't. You wanted to leave, wanted to tell him this deal wasn't working and you needed more, you needed him. You wanted nothing more than to be spending these nights cuddling instead of drowning your stupid feelings in a couple shots of whatever cheap liquor was in your glass and pretending you were only in love with his body.

More tears fall, dripping against his pillowcase.

You wish your feelings would do the same, just drip away until there's nothing left, but instead your mind feels full to the brim with 'what if's that you know are all painfully pointless. He doesn't feel the same. He doesn't care, he'll never care, it doesn't even matter...but what if-

"Y/N?" Minho's sleepy voice breaks you out of your thoughts, an arm reaching blindly towards your curled up figure to pull you against him. "Why are you still awake?"

You don't trust your voice enough to give a proper response right now, so you simply hum and let him hold you like it means anything to him.

He doesn't seem to mind, though, drifting off to sleep again minutes later.

His arms are wrapped around you and his body is so warm, but you've never felt colder in your life.

[1:12 PM]

the doorbell rings right as you bury your face in jeongin's chest, arms wrapped tight around his warm body. you make a point of sighing as loudly as you can, even though the noise is muffled by his shirt.

"baby, I...can you, like-" he starts, trying to wiggle his way out from under you to see who's come to interrupt your time together.

of course, you don't plan on cooperating. instead, you wriggle further up his body until your nose is pressed against his neck and your arms are wrapped around him again like his personal cuddlebug.

he seems to get the impression that you're not exactly enthusiastic about the idea of moving anywhere for at least another hour, but he feels bad because he's pretty sure it's felix at the door, coming to ask for his headset back.

"alright, in that case," he says as he sits up, bringing you with him, "you can come with."

and so he somehow manages to stand with you still clinging to him, and as he stumbles towards the front door he can't help but feel a bit like a mother koala carrying her sleepy young.

the ringing of the doorbell doesn't stop until he actually opens the door, and as it turns out, it was indeed felix coming for his headset.

"hey, just wanted the headset back since we're about to-" felix pauses as he looks up, "um, hi Y/N."

you reply with a quiet hum in greeting, your face still hidden from view against jeongin's shoulder.

"anyway, that's all I'm here for."

jeongin shuffles back into the apartment, searching for the headset while simultaneously trying not to drop you or fall over. once he succeeds in his mission and felix is on his way, he returns to his position on the couch.

you can't help but let out a series of giggles at his dedication to travelling around the apartment with you instead of dropping you off on the cushions, and he joins you laughing as whatever netflix series you were watching plays in the background.

kissing your nose softly, he doesn't even have to speak for you to know what's on his mind.

yes, this is love. this is happiness.

[5:15 PM]

"Y/N, you have to tell me what's wrong. I can't do anything unless I know, please," felix begs, hands gripping your shoulders tight as he stares at you. "I'm really worried about you."

"lix," you mumble, unable to face him so you face the floor instead. you can still feel him staring but you know if you look up and see the worry in his eyes, you'll crumble right then and there and he'll have to deal with a sad, crying mess.

he knows you're not going to explain until you're ready, and he respects that you need time, so he just pulls you in for a hug and stays silent. you stay like that for a good five minutes, just holding each other close as you breathe in his comforting scent, until you're finally ready to explain.

"honestly, I don't know what's wrong. I don't know anything. It's just so much and it's nothing at the same time and I just-" you let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know."

he leans back to look at you, but your eyes are red and teary so you press your face against his chest to hide. he lifts a hand to gently rub your back as he contemplates what you said.

"I get it. That's okay, take your time to figure it out. I'm here for you," he reassures you, and something about his tone tells you he understands what you mean more than you might have expected. "I'll be here until you feel better."

suddenly, you're unable to hold back your sobs. you cry into the soft fabric of his pastel sweater and he only holds you tighter, whispering sweet affirmations and telling you it'll all be okay in time.

"but what if I never do?" you whimper against his shoulder, taking deep breaths as you tremble. for a second, you're not sure if he even heard you until he hums curiously.

"what if I never feel better?" you explain softly, and even you are slightly surprised by how broken you sound.

in the earliest hours of the morning, when you're awake after yet another sleepless night, the possibility that things might never get better gnaws away at your hope for a happy future and sends you spiralling into panic and confusion. even now, you feel your heart pound anxiously at the idea, but felix's arms wrapped tight around you manage to calm your mind at least a bit.

"well," he starts, gently petting your head to comfort you, "in that case, I promise I'll be by your side through it all."

you want to ask why he would do so much for you, you want to doubt his honesty because people have said that before and proceeded to leave you when things got hard, but something about felix makes you want to trust him with your whole heart anyway. maybe you're naive, and maybe it's partially due to the way his voice gives you butterflies when he speaks softly in your ear, but he feels safe and you want to let him make you feel better without shying away, just this once.

so instead of pushing him away, you take another deep breath and rest your head against his chest again. "okay. thank you, lix."

[10:52 PM]

if it weren't for jisung sitting by your side on the couch, you'd probably be either fast asleep by now or binge watching anime with sad, sleepy eyes.

luckily enough, he was more than willing to spend the night watching TV together, but you can't help the guilt that eats away at you the later it gets.

tonight is halloween and the two of you had been planning on going to the party hyunjin throws every year. however, your luck is absolutely terrible, and after somehow managing to trip over your own feet like the uncoordinated mess you are, you ended up with a sprained ankle, hence you staying home on a night meant for social activity and fun.

when you told jisung you wouldn't be able to go tonight, he insisted on spending the night at yours instead to keep you company despite you insisting he shouldn't skip a night with the boys just for your sake.

"ji, it's still pretty early. if you wanna go, it's really not a problem, i totally understand-" you start, but he cuts you off with a loud shout of 'blah blah blah' like a disruptive child.

"really, Y/N, you don't have to worry about me! I'm completely happy chilling with you tonight. if I wasn't then I wouldn't be here right now, okay?" he reassures you, gently petting your head.

you manage a half-hearted smile and rest your head on his shoulder.

"besides," he says with a teasing smile on his handsome skeleton face (he's a skeleton every year and it's pretty much tradition now), "I'd probably be dragging you home by now if we had actually gone, anyway. the struggle of being a heavyweight when all of your friends can hardly handle a beer, huh?"

you smack him lightly but he's not entirely wrong - most of the guys are lightweights. it's just that he's certainly not a heavyweight and most of the time it's you dragging him home, not the other way around.

"yeah, okay. at least we know our limits, ji. remember the time you threw up all over seungmin's new carpet and proceeded to pass out right in the middle of the puddle?"

"yeah, but that was new year's eve! that's, like, the entire point," he claims, ever ready to make a convenient excuse for his irresponsibility.

you just laugh at him and he joins you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer.

the movie you're (hardly) watching seems to fade away as your eyelids grow heavy, and soon enough you're resting your entire weight against jisung's chest. the last thing you notice before you fall asleep is a soft murmur of 'night night, sleep tight' and a kiss on the top of your head.

the big, bad wolf || hwang hyunjin oneshot

》》 pairing: hyunjin x female reader

》》 summary: every year, you and the boys celebrate halloween with a party at hyunjin's - who just so happens to be your mortal frenemy. every year, you all dress up. this year, however, you decide to make it a bit more interesting: everyone picks an outfit for their random secret santa partner. it seems like a bit of innocent fun, but felix has an idea...

》》 word count: 2.4k

》》 genre/tags: halloween au, not quite e2l but e2 like...sexy tension???, suggestive themes (mostly just implications), a little bit of crack lmao

》》 warnings: cliche cheesy dirty flirting (come on hyunjin you're better than this), thicc romantic and sexual tension, reader is a simp in denial, suggestive themes, implied smut at the end, talk of biting but no actual biting, reader has dom vibes, hyunjin is bold until someone else is bolder

》》 notes: my first oneshot on this blog! I already wrote a halloween drabble, but I felt like writing something bigger than that and my friend (I see u vi) inspired me by suggesting some spicy hyunjin content. n e ways, happy halloween everyone! and if u don’t celebrate halloween, I hope u have a lovely weekend <3

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Halloween is always fun with your friend group. I mean, it's fun anyway - lots of cheap candy, neighbourhood celebrations, an excuse to get way too drunk - it's just a lot more fun with eight other crackheads.

You guys have a sort of tradition going by now, even though each year is a bit different. Hyunjin throws the party, Minho brings the alcohol and hides it from Chan until it's too late to stop everyone from getting shitfaced, Jeongin and Felix bring ungodly amounts of candy, and Jisung is a skeleton (literally every single year - it started when you called Tate Langdon's skeleton makeup hot, and it never ended).

Everyone (except Jisung) keeps their costume a secret - unless they're Chan and Felix, in which case they do couple costumes and keep it a secret from everyone else. Sometimes you even decide on a theme, like the year before the last, where everyone was supposed to dress as their favourite Pokemon. This inevitably led to intense fighting roleplays to assert dominance as your respective type, and in order to spare your reputation in the neighbourhood, you decided the next theme would be a little less wild.

This year, the theme was 'secret Santa costumes', meaning you each picked a random name from a hat to decide who you would be buying a costume for and a few days before Halloween, you were given your own costume to wear to the party by whoever pulled your name from the hat of destiny.

Technically that's not how secret Santa works, but no one questions Chan when it comes to holiday business.

You just so happened to get Jisung, and while the temptation to keep the skeleton thing going just for the meme was definitely there, you ultimately decided he should be a classic bedsheet ghost - except with no eye or hand holes cut out. You know, to add a little sprinkle of chaos to his already very chaotic life.

The lovely boy who decided your spooky fate was Felix, who had coincidentally been in charge of buying Hyunjin’s costume too - when you asked why, he said it was because the number of people was uneven, so he had kindly volunteered to take on an extra. You had honestly expected him to pick something weird or wild for you, so you were quite surprised by the outfit he had settled on.

"Is this...little red riding hood?" you had asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you stared at the dress and hood in your hands.

"Yep! I saw it the other day and I thought it would be nice to go for one of the classics, you know?" he had explained, smiling as if he was ever so proud about his decision. Something about the hint of mischief in his eyes made you suspicious, but you had let it slide. "You don't mind, right?"

No, you didn't mind. You had given Jisung a ghost costume, so you didn’t really have room to speak on the originality of Felix’s decision. Besides, the dress didn’t look too cheap, nor did it look especially short, and the hood-cape made you feel way too powerful for someone wearing a $20 Target costume.

So you really didn't mind at all, until it came to the day of the party. Now, as you stand in the doorway to Hyunjin’s apartment, you suddenly mind a lot more.

”Lee Felix, I’m going to decorate the lawn with your fucking intestines, oh my god!” you whisper-yell to the boy who conveniently manages to dart away with the excuse of needing to help Jeongin open all the candy bags. Your angry eyes follow his retreating blue form - Chan picked his outfit this year, and of course he decided Felix should be an Among Us character.

Everyone in the group knows about the slight tension (read: obvious beef) between you and Hyunjin. Technically speaking, you’re friends. He invites you to his parties, you hang out with him when he’s with the boys. It’s just that neither of you can stand each other, because you’re both very bold and even more stubborn.

Whenever the two of you are together, you bicker like children and it’s pretty much endless. You could probably throw insults (and the occasional murder threat) at each other all day if the other members didn’t interrupt, and on those days you’d be more than happy to teach Hyunjin a lesson with a nice, strong punch in the nose if the opportunity were ever to present itself.

So, with this in mind, it’s quite clear why you’re planning Felix’s murder when you see Hyunjin walking around as the big, bad wolf.

You’re genuinely considering sneaking out the front door before anyone else sees you and running back to your apartment (because Felix just so happens to be your ride home), but fate decides to mess with you and suddenly, Hyunjin locks eyes with you from across the living room.

The way a huge smile instantly graces his pretty face sends a rush of butterflies, followed by anger, through you as you stare back at him. His clip on wolf ears are admittedly quite cute, but the fake fangs he’s wearing send your thoughts in a very different direction. As he makes his way over, you suddenly wish you had followed Felix to the kitchen - at least they keep the alcohol in there. In his living room, you’ve got no choice but to deal with Hyunjin while sober.

”Well, would you look at that? Seems like I found my little red riding hood.” he teases with a wink, leaning against the wall beside the door.

When you scoff at him, he gives you another big grin and you can’t help but stare at the fangs again. The vibrant blue contact lenses he’s wearing make his gaze feel intense even when he’s smiling, and the way his long, blonde hair falls freely gives him a glow that’s both angelic and positively demonic. He looks so annoyingly handsome, as per usual; if only his personality wasn’t the personification of the words ‘cocky asshole’. You can’t help but think it’s a huge waste of beauty.

“Excuse me-” you begin, ready to start the first round of arguing, but he cuts you off like the annoying brat he is.

“You’re excused,” he says, thinking his comment was very smart, and if it wasn’t a night meant for fun and games, you might’ve killed him on the spot.

“Fine, excuse you. I’m not your little red riding hood. In fact, I’m not your anything, thank you very much,” you snap, brushing past his tall figure as you head to the table the boys have set up to the side. There’s an array of Halloween-themed food, prepared by Chan, and you settle for a red velvet cupcake decorated with black frosting and what you assume are meant to be cat ears poking out of it.

“Right, sure, but we’re still matching tonight. It’s kind of like-”

This time, you cut him off. “It’s not like Chan and Felix. It’s not. We’re not wearing couple costumes, so don’t say it.”

He shuts his mouth (finally) and you take it as your cue to leave before he says something else to piss you off. Unfortunately, he seems to have the desire to ruin your night further and chooses to follow you on your journey.

“So anyway, I guess this was Felix’s plan, right?” He gestures to your costumes. “Unless you had something to do with it, that is.”

You don’t bother to address the second part of what he said and instead just nod, scanning the room for the previously mentioned mastermind. As soon as you can get your hands on that boy, you swear you’ll slaughter him for subjecting you to Hyunjin’s torturous teasing all night.

“He was already on thin ice after trying to tell me Bulbasaur is a better starter than Charmander, but now he’s actually dead to me,” you growl out once you spot him sitting beside Minho, laughing happily with his classic red solo cup and a slice of chocolate cake. Jeongin sits beside them, tearing open bags of candy with no assistance from Felix, because of course he was lying about helping him earlier.

Hyunjin laughs softly and you curse your heart for skipping a beat at the sound. Sometimes it feels like your head hates Hyunjin while your body is stupid enough to like him, and it’s part of the reason why you hate talking to him so much. Every time you stop throwing insults and sass at him and instead sit back and listen to what he has to say, a part of you realises you don’t exactly have a proper reason for disliking him. He’s not all that bad, and sometimes you even find yourself laughing at his jokes and witty remarks.

But you’d really rather not go through the endless cycle of those thoughts right now, especially when the cause of your problems is standing beside you eating a chocolate bar.

“I have to say, though,” you comment as you turn to look him up and down, “the big, bad wolf concept suits you pretty well.”

Before he can accept the compliment, you continue. “You’re both big, hairy beasts who dress like grandmas.”

The obvious offence on his face is so satisfying you almost wanna snap a photo to reflect on this moment in the future, but you refrain from doing so. He would just pose anyway, and the photo would probably end up making your stupid heart flutter again.

“Well, at least you think I’m big. Besides, if dressing like a grandma gets me closer to eating you, then I suppose it’s a sacrifice I’ll have to make,” he whispers in a husky, seductive voice that kind of makes you want to choke-slam him, but you suspect he might enjoy that anyway.

It angers you when he makes flirty comments like that, because as annoying as they are and despite you knowing full well he only says it to get under your skin, it still makes your heart race every time. Maybe in another universe, Hyunjin is a sweet boy who innocently flirts with you and brings you roses instead of a big, bad bitch who’s just acting like a horny teenager. Annoyingly enough though, you think you’d fall for him either way.

You turn away with the intention of finally escaping to the kitchen to grab something to drink, hoping to settle the thoughts dancing around your head, but he reaches for your wrist. The feeling of his fingers pressing warmth into your skin just makes your head spin even more, and you’re so distracted you don’t pull away from him.

"Aw, don’t run away now. Are you scared of me, little red? There’s no need to be, I’m just joking. I won’t bite unless you beg me to."

You pull your arm back as soon as the words leave his mouth. Hyunjin has a lot of things (a severely irritating personality, a stupidly handsome face for such an asshole, a loud voice solely meant for pissing you off on a daily basis, the list goes on), but the thing he definitely has most is the fucking audacity.

However, the most annoying part by far is the way you feel your face heat up when you register the last thing he said. You’d rather die than let him make you flustered, so you shake your head slightly to clear those thoughts from your mind and look him in the eye again.

"Scared? Me?" you scoff, staring him down with a steady glare and if he was anyone else, he'd probably shiver in fear.

Unfortunately, he is not anyone else. He is Hwang Hyunjin, and Hwang Hyunjin does not shiver; he beams with a smug grin and makes your blood boil.

"Mhm. Look at you. You’re basically dressed as my prey tonight, babe." He purrs the pet name like the absolute fuckboy he is. "And sure, the real you is feisty, but you're all bark and no bite."

The overly confident, proud smirk on his face makes him look like a damn peacock flaunting its feathers, and you decide then and there that you'll do anything to get rid of it.

"All bark," you echo his words, walking towards him slowly, "and no bite, huh?"

You swear you see his eyes widen for a split second at your change in demeanor before the stupid smirk returns, and the little rush of victory you feel from catching him off guard is enough to keep you walking forward.

His gaze never leaves yours, especially when you're standing on the tips of your toes in front of him, noses just barely brushing against each other. Your hands grip his shoulder to balance you, and you run a finger over his collarbone up towards his cheek, where you gently cup his face. The small distance between the two of you means you can hear his slightly uneven breathing and see the curiosity swirling in his bright blue eyes as he waits for your next move.

You reach a hand up and thread your fingers through his long, bleach blonde hair, and his breath hitches when you gently tug at it. Even his wolf ears almost seem to droop submissively. He doesn't dare move, but his eyes keep flicking down to your lips and back up again.

"Now, that's just not true at all, is it?" you whisper, tilting your head as if waiting for an answer, but he can't find the words to form a witty response. It’s about time he learned some manners, really, even if he needed your guidance for that.

"I'm warning you now," you continue, "you might wanna watch your tone. I might look like your prey, but I promise I bite harder than you do, babe."

You make sure to emphasise the pet name, purring it in the same way he did minutes before. He bites down on his bottom lip, and the way his fangs press into them makes you lick your own lips nervously. It seems as though he can't take the tension anymore, because he goes to lean in and finally close the distance between the two of you as his hands find your hips.

Of course, you'd never let him have that control, especially after his bold attitude from earlier. Even though the temptation to lean in is certainly there, you step away from him and smile sweetly.

"Learned your lesson yet, puppy?"

He doesn’t respond for a moment, clearly still taking in what just happened. When he registers your question, he tilts his head to the side as if in thought - the way a dog might, funnily enough - before he hums quietly.

“I’m not sure. Maybe you should teach me once more, little red,” he suggests, voice low and slightly breathless, “but preferably a bit more in depth this time.”

- ᴇ ɴ ᴅ -

(A/N: AHHHHH I haven’t written a oneshot in SUCH a long time oh my god,,,,, it was a lot of fun tho even if I’m not super confident writing full things. this one was short anyway so I kinda feel like it doesn’t count, but I’m still v happy to finally post my first skz oneshot! I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading <3)

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hi besties!! i haven't posted in so long so here's a lil ot8 fluff i've had in my drafts for a while :') pls note that i'll also be renovating my blog and updating my tag system over the next few weeks months so if my blog looks weird n inconsistent that's why!! okie i hope u enjoy this one!! :33

wc: 2k (roughly 250 words per member)

genre: fluff!! members x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of food

bang chan - the dependable couple

you and chan are the boys’ go-tos when they need any kind of help. since chan is their leader, you often pick up on his habits and take care of the kids without anyone asking you to. if one day one of the members looks particularly down you’ll chat with them and keep them company in attempts to liven their spirits the same way you know chan would if he was there. it may sound weird to others, but chan fell in love with you through the love and care you showed his members. his favorite thing about you is how compassionate and empathetic you are without expecting anything in return, but of course chan does his best to be everything you deserve in a partner. 

the boys will also come to you guys for relationship advice!! if they’re having troubles with their partners the two of you always offer a supportive shoulder, listening to them and helping them resolve the problem in a healthy manner!! the members feel comfortable around you both enough to talk about every aspect of their relationship (even the things you don’t particularly want to know about) and you and chan happily give them a safe space to feel and express their feelings. you two are the designated relationship repair duo and their partners have no clue, they genuinely just think the other boys came to their senses on their own lmfao.

lee know - the practically married couple

all of the members constantly make fun of you two for playing house in the dorm. you don’t even live there but you could often be seen making dinner or reorganizing their fridge (it’s all minho’s ingredients anyway). when you’re bickering over something stupid the boys will make jokes like “ugh the parents are fighting again” and it makes you giggle to yourself but you carry on with the bit for funsies “i’m not your parent until minho gets on his knee and gives me a ring!” “ah jagiya stop with that, i thought we agreed not in front of the kids!” 

despite the bickering—because we all know minho is an instigator—the two of you are seen being sweet to each other a lot. minho likes to keep his arm around you so it’s easy to pull you in for loooong soft kisses whenever he pleases, looking down at you with soft eyes and teasing you before pulling you in for another hearty kiss. the other members just groan when they walk in on you two making out softly on the couch. you’re the deep clean the house on sunday mornings while listening to love songs couple, getting distracted when your song comes on. your cleaning supplies are long forgotten as the two of you dance around the living room, minho spinning and dipping you theatrically making you explode in a fit of giggles before he holds you close, your back to his chest, and sways you in place while singing the rest of the song into your ear. 

bonus: the two of you are kid and pet magnets. soonie doongie and dori adore you, and your little cousin never wants to let go of minho’s hand when he comes with you to family parties. 

seo changbin - the family oriented couple 

even if you aren’t too fond of your family, you’re fond of changbin’s family. changbin introduced you to his family early in your relationship and you knew there wouldn’t be any way around it. you were scared at first, knowing that his mom and sister play a big role in his life and it didn’t help that every time he was on the phone with them he’d talk about you endlessly, praising you the same way he raps—so fast his mom and sister are scared he isn’t even breathing on the other end of the line. of course, the initial meeting goes smoothly and you’re a regular at the seo household. now that he has you, changbin’s mom definitely makes him do more domestic stuff in front of you like help her make dinner and help her clean to show you just how husband material he is hehe. 

baby. photos. so many of them. when you get on texting basis, binnie’s mom will send you baby pictures she finds of changbin and while he doesn’t get embarrassed by it, it’ll become so frequent to the point where if you’re cooing at something on your phone he’ll assume its his mom. your lock screen is def a picture of baby changbin wearing a cute lil sunhat squinting in the sun, and then you unlock your phone and your home screen is big changbin wearing a sunhat squinting in the sun :D

hwang hyunjin - the romantic couple 

i feel like this is so obvious but being with hyunjin is like being the main character in a romance novel. that boy does all the puppy love stuff except he’s actually in love with you. he buys you flowers on his way back from the jyp building, buys you books and writes poems on the back of the receipts, sings to you when you can’t sleep, and always takes the time to understand where you’re coming from if he unknowingly upsets you. the romantic and grand gestures never end with him because he refuses to let the honeymoon phase die, no matter how hard it gets. 

spontaneous trips together are your “thing.” when hyunjin has three or more days off he’ll always want to go on a short trip even if the destination is only a few train stops away. truly the king of romantic staycations!! once you get to your destination your first mission is to stake out the pool and swim together if the weather is nice :’) hyunjin likes to have swimming races with you but when you’re both tired and out of energy, he’ll wrap your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck talking softly while floating around the pool. with the sun setting in the background and hyunjin’s warm body against you, you feel completely relaxed and grateful for the alone time with him. you explore the city for the next few days taking candid photos of each other with hyunjin’s fancy camera :')

bonus: the two of you definitely have a scrapbook or box of film photos and they’re just filled with cute goofy pictures of each other :’)

han jisung - the lazy day couple 

your favorite thing to do together is rot in bed and watch anime. the two of you do go on dates from time to time but nothing beats cuddling on the couch and watching tv with an abundance of snacks surrounding you. the two of you would be blissfully catching up on anime when one of you shifts and accidentally sits on the remote, exiting the show you were watching. you both look at each other with wide eyes, irritated like “why tf would you do that you just ruined the suspense” and when you fish the remote from under your butt ji makes a fake tsking noise. you also nap all day together when he has a day off after continuous exhausting schedules, losing track of time just falling asleep in each other's arms then waking up to kiss and talk sleepily then go back to sleep.

you settle everything with rock paper scissors, always. winner picks the food and loser pays. ji loses almost every time to the point where you think he’s doing it on purpose (not quite sure how you lose rock paper scissors on purpose but ji tries so that you don’t have to pay and you can eat whatever you want :D). you also do rock paper scissors to determine who gets up to turn off the lights, who throws away the trash, who actually gets up to get the food from the delivery person. watching jisung eat is the highlight of your day, watching his puffy cheeks fill up with food, you just peck kisses on him while he eats. 

lee felix - the cuddly couple 

yongbok skinship king :’) he just wants you closer even if you’re nose to nose, and you feel the same way. let’s say you weren’t very into skinship at first but the more felix would sneak up behind you, wrap his arms delicately around your waist and speak softly in your ear, the more you would fold for the sunshine man. when the two of you go to the farmer’s market he always holds your hand, only letting go to check how ripe a few avocados are before grabbing your hand once again. he just really can’t resist touching you in one way or another so that everyone knows that you’re a couple, but not even in a possessive way, he just feels comfort knowing that he can express his affection for you publicly. felix is definitely the type of guy to rub his thumb in small circles while your fingers are intertwined. and you don’t mind one bit. 

he doesn’t mind being affectionate with you around the boys because he’s equally as affectionate with them. he will definitely kiss everyone’s forehead goodnight because he doesn’t want them to feel left out when he kisses yours. he feels no shame kissing you in front of the members, though they are typically rated pg kisses, just pecks or closed mouth kisses, he just isn’t shy with affection. he’ll call you sweet nicknames around them too like honey, sweetheart, baby, literally anything but your name. 

bonus: bokkie likes playing video games but he likes them better when you’re sitting on his lap or straddling him like a koala and he just snakes his arms around you to play (i know that doesn’t sound too comfy but the thought of it is v v cute to me ok.) 

kim seungmin - the couple that no one believes is a couple

kim seungmin reserves his softest moments for you and only you. in private, seungmo kisses your forehead, holds your face in his hands to bump noses and scratches your head when you lay it on his lap, but when you’re around other people he won’t even think about being outwardly affectionate with you aside from a mere “jagi” when trying to get your attention. this raised problems at the beginning stages of your relationship because you had assumed his lack of affection towards you around other people was because he was embarrassed of you. in reality seungmo just wanted you to know that those moments are special to him and he didn’t think your friend circles needed to see the two of you like that. after all of this gets cleared up, minnie makes sure to pull you onto his lap or wrap an arm around you whenever you’re with the other members or your friends.

again i feel like this is so obvious but he likes to tease!! sometimes you’ll pretend to be offended by one of his jokes and fake pout until he holds your face in his hands and kisses all over your cheeks, forehead, and nose. you’ll get him back by threatening to spoil the book or manga he’s currently reading which is a very effective tactic and it shuts him right up.

bonus: in the mornings minnie will make the two of you coffee (or tea if you prefer) and bring it back to you in bed so that you can enjoy your morning together talking about the dreams that you had the night before and your plans for the day while sipping on your drinks hehe

yang jeongin - the aesthetic couple 

if you look up the definition of boyfriend in the dictionary you’ll find a picture of yang jeongin. and if you go through his camera roll, it’s all pictures of you. you with a printed face mask on, you and the big soft serve ice cream you bought at the fair, you holding the big stuffed bear he won you, and every single picture is instagram worthy. your boyfriend has truly been trained well because every picture he takes of you is perfect and all of your friends are jealous. the two of you also make whoever you’re with take plandid pictures of the two of you, especially when you coordinate outfits. 

the two of you coordinate outfits so much that even on days when you don’t intend to, the color of your top and the color of jeongin’s bottoms match effortlessly. And don’t even get me started on shoes. jeongin’s shoe addiction is everyone’s problem, especially yours. because now you’re downing in shoes that match with him; same style, different color. keeping up with the clothes theme, you often steal each other's clothes to the point where you barely remember what belongs to who. innie would be running late for a lesson and be frustrated because he wanted to wear a particular hoodie but couldn’t find it anywhere. that evening on facetime with you he notices you’re wearing the hoodie and just stares at you with his adorable puppy eyes. “what’s wrong, baby?” “that’s not your hoodie!” “yes, it is!” “no it isn’t, i wore it a few weeks ago!” “because i let you borrow it!”

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Marital Duties

Pairing: Chan x afab!reader

Word count: 9.4k

Genre: Established relationship, married

Warning: SMUT (18+ only), phone sex, sexting, car sex, mention of boobs, oral sex (f. receving), penetration, swearing, mention of cum, mentions of pussy, kissing, praise

Note: ok i kinda nervous to post this but yas! Here is my inspo (here) (here) (here) warning it’s literally p word.

Tagged: @seo--changbin @j-0ne25 @cb97whoree @kpopsstuffs

Summary: Having a job that meant travelling and spending time away from your husband made the absence grow much fonder for you and your needs, as well as your husbands.

Work conferences were the bane of your existence. Yes you were away from your kid and sometimes it was hard, but being away from your husband was harder. There was no doubt about your job. Being a world renowned forensic psychologist was amazing and something you wanted for a long time. Sometimes though, it was nice to just curl up on the couch, read a good book, watch a comforting movie; there was nothing wrong with indulging in self-care, you just did not have the time to do so. 

The recent promotion into becoming head of the north-west region of mental health care was a big step up from your previous job. No one than you was more qualified for this. Everyone, colleagues and board members put your name up. Psychology was your life, but your family was bigger. 

Highschool sweethearts, you and your husband had been inseparable since what felt like the dawn of time. Meeting at 15, having your first dance at 17 at prom. Graduating and going to college together; If you had a dollar for everytime you accomplished a big milestone with him or because of him, you would be swimming in luxury. When the two of you got married, things just fell into place even more. The doubt of being able to help people mentally after graduating from your post grad made you nervous, but then again, you never thought that you would be married to such a wonderful man. A dream job at your local hospital fell into your lap, and your husband became the nurse that everybody wanted to assist them with their care. Working in close contact with him everyday was just another blessing in disguise; you simply could not get enough of him. It was impossible to get sick of him.

That was when you decided to have your first child. What could be a better mix than the two of you combined? The first 4 years of parenthood came with its challenges. Nevertheless, it was the best decision you ever made, and you couldn’t think of anyone better than to share the unfamiliar journey with.

The promotion, however, meant that you wouldn't work with your husband as much, and spending time with your daughter was a little limited, but you knew he would never tell you to turn something down, and in a way it was the best decision for your marriage. The times together were shorter, but it also meant that every moment was savored tenfold. The time was better quality, the acts of service more thoughtful, and the sex. The sex, was that much more passionate, just like the first time he made love to you. He would always find ways to surprise you. Whether it was the way he grasped, grabbed you on the fibers that lingered to be touched, the way his body pressed upon yours, lips lingering on new places. You were always amazed with how much he could do, and what he was capable of.

These are the ideas that tortured your mind when you were away on business trips. Calling him and hearing his voice, seeing his face through the tiny phone screen was not enough. It didn’t matter how long you had been together, you always craved and missed him significantly.

“Hang on,” he whispered through the phone speaker, “someone wants to say hi to you.”

Your heart beamed with joy every time you saw her little face on the screen. God she looked like her dad, and you knew she'd  grow up to be a beautiful woman.

“Hi mommy,” she giggled, fingers crinkling then uncrkinly as she waved at the camera, “I miss you mommy.”

“Aw baby,” you pouted, “I miss you too. Mommy will be home tomorrow. Now it’s time for you to sleep.”

“Yes,” he cooed, “and daddy is going to read you a bedtime after you say goodnight to mommy.”

Your baby squealed with joy, running out of the frame and to her room. You could do nothing but chuckles, careless that she was that excited over a book of words that she forgot to say goodnight.

“Let me call you back at 15.”

You nodded, pressing the red cross before rolling on your back and looking up at the ceiling, admiring the off white paint color, heart beating out of your chest every second that the callback was not made. It’s not that you were worried he wouldn’t call back, you just felt that longing you always did when you weren’t looking at him.

The vibration on your chest was extra sensitive. You rolled back over, now lying on your front with your hand resting on your chin, other hand holding the phone as you answered. 

“Hey baby.”

“Hiiii,” you whispered, a smile on your face impossible to be rid of.

“She was out like a light.”

“I’m glad.”

“How was your day, baby? I want to hear all about it.”

You giggled as you saw him get up, walking into the bathroom of your house as he placed you against the bench next to the sink. Chan wasn’t shy. He thought it was completely normal to remove his scrubs and leave his upper body bare as he bent down to the bottom drawer, taking out his skincare and placing it on his face. Chan was your husband. You had seen him shirtless 100 more times than you could count. It should not affect you this much. It should not make the temperature of your cheeks rise. It should not cause a sudden sharpness of change in your breath. It should not make your eyes bulge, and it should definitely not send you into a head spin when his biceps flexed when washing his face. Being a clinical psychologist meant having pristine precision and concentration, so if anybody got a hold of this live footage right now, they might question your profession.

“Y/n, Y/n?”

You blinked, quickly snapping your head to get back in the game. It was too late, however, your husband was already smirking at your distraction. You could try and play it off, but the both of you knew that he was too smart to fall for that.

“Sorry babe, I’m a bit distracted.”

“Oh yeah? What’s distracting you?”

“Oh please,” you scoffed, “you know exactly what you are doing.”

“Me?” He gasped, placing a hand on his chest, flexing his opposite bicep, “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his obvious attempt to woo you over, the subtle flirt. Sometimes it was easy to resist, but in this case, it was easier to play along, feign innocence until he truly told you what he wanted. The two of you liked to play such games, especially when you were on the road. It was time for you to sit up, placing Chan on the lamp atop of the bedside table before placing yourself on the edge of the hotel bed. The buttons on your shirt were suddenly feeling a little tight. The smirk on your husband’s face grew the moment he saw the first two buttons undone, a sneak peak of your cleavage making its debut for the night. You stopped there, gently pulling down the fabric, stretching the collar of the shirt, consequently putting your chest on full display. 

“Two can play that game Mr. Bang.”

A deep chuckle escaped his lips as he walked over to your shared bedroom, placing his phone in similar fashion to yours before removing his bottoms, your husband now in nothing but his boxers as he laid down, stretching out his legs before lifting you again, wanting the closest view to your fingers continuing to remove one button at a time, a painfully slow movement to your fingertips. Fuck. Now he kind of regretted starting this game with you tonight. A gasp of gratification spilt from Chan’s lips as he watched the satin material that made up your shirt slither off those, in his words, gorgeous shoulders of yours. The black lace bra, the one being your husband’s favorites out of pure coincidence the only garment covering your chest. 

Chan loved every part of you, make no mistake. He would worship every part of your body 24/7 if he could. He simply could never get enough of you, but your chest, your breasts were on a whole different level. Chan loved your boobs. It didn’t matter what the two of you were doing, promiscuous acts or not, if he could have his hands on them, he could. Cuddling, sex, hugs; call him a pervert, but he didn’t care. It was his wife for god sakes. He would feel abnormal if he wasn’t attracted to them. Conveniently for you, this was something you could play to your advantage. Didn’t want to do the dishes? Show him your cleavage. Needed to put your daughter to sleep but you wanted him to do it? Promise him to show your cleavage after he does so. It was a convenient weapon to use, and this was the perfect time to use it. It was fair, seeing as he was using the weapon of his own to try and get you where he wanted.

“Aw come on,” he whined, “you did that on purpose?”

“Did what,” you smiled, fingers gently tracing the lace attached to the strap, “I didn’t do anything.”

Tapping the phone screen, you sighed. It was like, and your flight home was something that required you getting up much earlier that you would ever prefer. You should go to sleep. Hang up on him. You were going to see him tomorrow anyway, surely you could suppress your urges until then. 

But then you saw your husband redirect his palm from the outside of his undergarment, which was obvious to the eye, to the inside, a gentle slap against his skin as it dived past the waist band. Fuck this was cruel now. Not only because you could see his hands subtly tumbling underneath, he drew attention to how hard he already was, and you didn’t know what aroused you more: his probaby pulsating length or the fact that he was as aroused as he was because of you. It didn’t matter how many times it occurred, Chan always had a way of making you feel special. Physically, emotionally, intimately; it was part of his aura, and one of the main reasons that you were so attracted to him in the first place.

“Baby,” you gasped, hands traveling up waist and to your chest, gently kneading the mass in an attempt to match his slow pace that he was palming himself, “you’re so naughty. I have to go to bed.”

“Aw come on baby,” he groaned, head resting atop the headboard, gaze even more piercing at the angle his head was at rest, “I haven’t seen you all week.”

“I know Chan,” you sighed, your next words going to be knowingly disappointing for him, “I have to check out at 3am and it’s already almost 10. You know what I’m like when I don't get my beauty sleep.”

Chan gave you a disapproving pout as he took his hands out of boxers, a shiny ring reappearing from the undergarment as he took the phone with both and lay flat on his back, sinking under the sheets and head gliding onto the pillow. He was humbly accepting defeat, most likely because he would see you tomorrow anyway; that’s when he could have his fun.

“I know baby it’s ok,” he smiled, bringing his face as close as possible to the camera, lips still pouting, “let me give you a kiss goodnight.”

“Thank you baby,” you giggled, also leaning forward to kiss the phone screen simultaneously before whispering a small, “goodnight.”

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, and the adrenaline from your almost raunchy rendezvous over the phone wore off quickly. You weren’t that young anymore. Getting tired was much easier. There was much less energy, especially after getting riled up like that. Even if it was what you saw while you were sleeping in your dreams, and you only have to wait 12 hours to see your beautiful husband in the flesh. 

***

The alarm caused a fright, a deep groaning sound of annoyance bellowing from you, but that quickly wore off. The immediate thought of seeing Chan and your beautiful daughter being the main reason for your sudden change in temperament. Your bags were already packed and you organized your brain knowing that you would be too tired to do it in the morning The smile on your face couldnt dared to be wiped off once you were in the taxi. The cool breeze of the warm summer hitting your face as you pushed the window in the back seat halfway down. Summer was your favorite time of the year, especially since it was the time you got to spend with your family that was of the best quality. All of the aspects of your job you loved, even the times you traveled. However, your heart did sink a little when you had to travel at this time of the year. The school holidays always felt too short, so when you had to travel, the amount was even shorter.

A ding from your phone brought out of your somewhat solemn daze, heat creeping to your cheeks immediately:

[hubby <3] 7:00 am Can’t wait to see you, hope there aren't any delays at the airport.

*one attachment*

Jesus fuck. Now sending a full blown dick pick with your daughter in the car, which you assumed was there, was definitely not the way to go; and thank god your husband knew that. But that did not let him off the hook. It was a photo of him, in the mirror, with his face cut off and only his lips in the frame. He was wearing a black sleeveless tank and those fucking grey tracksuit pants. Call yourself cliche, but nothing turned you on more than that particular piece of clothing. Chan had one hand on the camera, the other hand at the base of his hardened length. He always did this. As mature as Chan was, the times he chose to be inappropriate truly were the most inconvenient for you. A loud gasp escaped your lips, head almost hitting the chair in front as the driver came to a halt.

“Everything okay back there?”

“Uh yes,” your head snapped towards him, nodding furiously as a terrible attempt at acting in the norm, “why did we stop?”

“We are at the airport, miss?”

His tone sounded one of question, kind of looking at you in the rear mirror like you were one of the strangest passengers he had. You looked outside, a ferocious laugh escaping your lips as you decided it was better to say nothing and just pay, get out, and grab your own luggage. The awkwardness left your mind in shambles. How dare he send such a photo. Your husband. It was most likely to get revenge from last night, because he knew you would have to sit on the plane and suffer in silence.

Your luggage was checked in quickly, security easy to get through; there was plenty of time to wait in the boarding lounge. At first you were annoyed by the message. The sexual frustration that had already accumulated from your absence away from him was enough, but if anything, it felt like this was an extra punishment for last night.

But then you opened it again, started analyzing it (if you could call it that) until your finger was subconsciously in your mouth. It didn’t matter how many times you looked at him, your husband, he was always going to do it for you, every single time. The ache that has been coming and going throughout the week returned, and it made you annoyed. So annoyed that you found yourself lifting your butt from your chair, walking to the bathroom and locking yourself in one of the stalls. Gripping the bottom of your shirt, you pulled it down as much as you could without taking it off, mimicking a downward looking angle in an attempt to copy your husband, lips down as the camera clicked, off silent. Fuck. It’s fine. The idea that people may have heard the sounds of you taking a photo in the toilet. You were too fueled with a horny rage to think of the ramifications as you sent your photo, giving in and responding to him.

[Y/N] 8:30am No delays. Make sure you’re there on time.

*one attachment*

Oh, he was gonna hate that. Chan had patience for a lot of things. But short, dry messages were something that made him mad. Serves him for sending you that first. You knew exactly what his reaction would be as well, but at least you could board the plane in peace.

**

It was around 3 hours before the plane arose from one location and landed in another. The plane ride was painful. You tried to do the things you usually would. Create drafts for your patients, read a book, watch a downloaded netflix movie, and just sink into your non-reclining chair and relax; but you simply couldn’t.

The brain rot that was the simple image of your husband’s half naked torso should not be affecting you this much. But that was the problem too. It wasn’t just the picture. That image was the catalyst for the sexual rumination that had been numbing your brain for the past week. The want to get home was even stronger now knowing that you really had something to look forward to.

Of course, to your dismay and longing, the baggage claim took forever, security had a long line, and by the time all of that had been completed, it was, of course, an hour schedule that you told your husband to come and pick you up. The look on his face was sour to say the least. There he was, leaning against the exterior of your shared four wheel drive, drinking his probably now lukewarm coffee. The tingle instantly came back to your core, feeling like a teenage girl again. The scene was just like old times. Chan, waiting around the corner from your house to come and pick you up. The only thing that was different was that it was slightly taller, and had a few more wrinkles. Nonetheless, he looked super hot. Still wearing those grey sweatpants, and a fucking black tank. A fucking blank tank that was probably the tightest fitting pieceing of clothing in his fucking closet. His stance was strong, biceps, triceps, and ¾ of his pecs bulging out in public, and it was truly making your brain dizzy. You walked over quietly, the jarring sound of your suitcase wheels rolling along the parking lot concrete ruining the suspense of your arrival. Chan’s head snapped, eye widening the moment you appeared in his vision. 

“Hi baby, sorry I’m late the customs took for-”

The interruption was welcome as Chan shoved his phone in his pocket, apparently with an empty takeaway coffee cup falling to the floor as he enveloped you into his arms, a groan of admiration falling from his lips as they immediately attached to yours, your body to relaxing against his, eyes fluttering shut at his touch. God, it was only a week. One week, but you craved his touch more than anything in the world. It truly was the little things such as his calloused textures, the warmth of his skin, his smile. Holy fuck his smile was, in your opinion, the greatest thing in the world that ever existed. 

“Mmmh,” you hummed, gently pulling away, hands snaking across your husband’s waist, a smug smile on your lips, “I missed you.”

“Missed you too baby,” he growled, morning raspiness to his tone, “how was your flight?”

The implication of his question made your eyes ogle, the visual image of his text message imprinting on your brain. The smirk that developed on his face formed the expression of realization that hit you. Suddenly his grip on your waist was tighter, and Chan was pulling you in even closer, leaving you to feel everything; yes, everything. 

“It was good,” you giggled, knowing that you had been caught, “what was not good was your behavior since last night.”

“Hmm is that so? I don't see this being a one-sided activity?”

Your right hand left his torso, smacking him on the chest before taking a step back and walking to the car. It was fun to pretend to be annoyed, especially because you knew it would work your husband up even more. Chan hated when you sulked, especially when he playfully called you out. Chan always liked games, and so did you, because you knew that there was always one thing it would lead to. The longer the game went on, the more passionate the ending to this game would be. You walked into the car, peacefully sitting in the passenger seat as you left your husband to take your suitcase and place it in the boot. Serves him right for being a smartass. There was no sound except for the car door once the two of you were inside. The ignition was turned on, and so were you, watching your husband's arm reach over to the shoulder of your car seat, his head turned to look behind him. This was so dumb! You really should not be aroused by this; you’ve seen him do this thousands of times.

“You okay babe?”

You shook your head, snapping yourself out of this lustful daze, “yeah, why?”

“Ok it’s just,” he paused, shifting into drive, then placing his hand on the inside of your thigh, “you’re staring at me like a piece of meat.”

“I am not,” you scoffed, “you wish I was staring at you like that.”

He said nothing, a light chuckle following as the car fell into another silence. A comfortable one at that, well, to an extent. His thumb was gently nudging at your skin, knuckles inching closer to your center. There was something in the air, and the longer it lingered, the harder it was to ignore it. The want. The need to have him. It was impossible. You knew that even if you did get home soon that your daughter was home, and there was no way you were going to traumatize her like that; kids remember everything. If you took too long in the car, your father would get suspicious. He was one to get on your nerves like that, especially if he spent more time than agreed to watching your beautiful child. 

“I got your text message this morning.”

Chan’s eyes were on the road, which forced you to keep yours. Your eyebrows furrowed however, knowing that the street he just turned down was not the right way to your house. Instead, Chan turned the opposite direction, the car coming to an immediate stop at a lookout, but not just any lookout. The lookout east. The two of you came from a small town, meaning there weren't many spots to go; that was until the lookout east was uncovered. Back then it was the talk of the town, the go to hookup spot for many. You have seen it yourself. It had a beautiful view however, and most of the time you and Chan would go just to admire the view, but did not mean that every time would be an innocent one. The two of you had not been in years, and there was a big question mark as to why you were here right now. Chan said nothing, getting out of the car and walking over to your side, opening your own door before opening the back door, crawling in with you following. The two of you got comfortable, that was, until Chan pinned you down to the back seat, lips once again attacking yours as he pressed his horny groin into yours, a deep groan bellowing from your husband's chest. His dominance was easy to comply with, the desperate moan falling from your lips a culmination of feelings from the past 12 hours. This really could have been the horniest you have ever been in your whole entire life, even including the times of excessive sexual hormonal changes during pregnancy. His tongue snaked past your lips, without any slight of permission as his hips fell into a gentle rhythm. Chan moved with such delicacy and poise, yet somehow he was able to convey his ultra high level of arousal. Now you were in big trouble; it was serious business when Chan pinned you down like that. It meant he had serious business to take care of. 

“Chan,” you tried to speak, his lips interrupting each word, “what, are you doing?”

He pulled away, sitting up. Chan said nothing, eyes fixated on your chest as he grasped your wrist to pull you up, your body clumsily falling into him as you fixed your balance. Chan was quick to attack your lips again, hands making light work as they gripped onto the edge of your shirt. Your arms lifted unconsciously, allowing the kiss to break as he took off your shirt, your upper body in nothing but your undergarments. Your husband was like a kid in a candy store the moment he saw the slightest bit of cleavage. Chan’s arms wrapped around your back as he effortlessly unclasped the unwanted fabric, lips immediately attaching to your left nipple. A gracious moan fell from your lips, a hand tickling the back of the hair at the base of his skull, keeping a guidance. At first this tongue was small, gentle. A few kitty licks right in the center. Although it was minimal touch, you were one to have more sensitive nipples, so the feeling was already heaven enough. It wasn’t until his entire mouth was attached, a parietal noise of vacuum escaping his lips each time your tit went in and out of his mouth. 

“Mmmmm,” you hummed, back arching slightly at the subtle texture of his teeth, “you’re like fuckin newborn.”

“Mhh can’t help it,” he huffed, out of breath, hand replacing his lips for a brief moment, “makes me want to have another kid.”

Chan gave you no time to reply, lips resuming their position, but now on the opposite nipple. His fingers never stopped moving, either on your shoulder, running up and down your arms, but mainly on your breasts, doing whatever he can to feel you. Each squeeze of the mound brought a whine to your throat. His statement ran through your mind and just stayed there. Having another kid was not really something the two of you had ever spoken about. It wasn’t that it was off the table, no. It truly was just something that had not come up in conversation. You could understand why he wanted to have one, and in this moment especially, it had nothing to do with having an actual child. 

It is true that when you met your husband, your body shape resembled more of a P, but when you were pregnant with your daughter, Chan was on another planet. Any chance he got, his hands were on them. Call him twisted, but he loved how much bigger and softer they got when you were deep into pregnancy.

When you came back out of thought, and the major distraction of your husband's lips on your body, you pushed him away gently. You followed the sort of harsh motion with a gentle peck to his lips, arm wrapping around his neck as you smiled at him in disbelief. The last chance the two of you, well more him, had been so reckless like this was so long ago you would not even be able to recall. This didn’t mean you hated it though, if anything, it satisfied that little part of your adolescence that lingered. The adolescence that was always sparked whenever you were away. Whenever your calls turned to a lustful space. The photos. The phone calls. Usually the ‘rebellious’ behaviors were to compensate for the distance. But now, Chan was hungry for you, even when you were right in front of him.

“Babe, what has gotten into you?”

Your husband buried his face into your chest, a large breath filling his nostrils, your scent deeply satisfying him before he responded. 

“I just missed you a lot, baby. And that picture you sent drove me fucking wild.”

A smirk appeared on your lips, legs hovering over your husband's waist before encasing the lower limbs around his waist, a light amount of friction created by the swift move of your hips makes him hum in pleasure. Your eyes, now sitting on top of his lap, gazed over, looking down on the poor man. There was a slight emotion of guilt there. Depriving him of getting what he wanted. You didn't really care though. If anything, pissing him off usually led to better sex after, and there was nothing in this moment that you wanted more. 

“Mmmh, as much as I want this,” you mumbled, another soft kiss in between your sentences, “I need to go home and see my daughter which I have not seen in a week.” 

“You’re right,” Chan chuckled, “I am getting a little bit carried away, aren't I?” 

Yeah he was impatient, but he understood, and it was one thing you really loved about him. He was extremely empathetic, sometimes to a fault. Able to put himself in everyone else’s shoes. So as soon as you mentioned wanting to see your daughter more, he understood. He passed you your bra and shirt, quickly helping you put them back on, not without stealing another mouth watering kiss, and hopping back into the driving and passenger seat promptly. 

The drive was once again peaceful; which lasted around 30 seconds. Maybe it was a better idea to just fuck in the back of your car, because the ache between your legs, when reflecting on the past week, was at the most intense it had been. Maybe this was your karma for withholding your body from your very eager husband. It didn’t matter now because whether you liked it or not, all of this was going to have been scheduled at a much later, uncertain time.

Chan’s hand was placed on your thigh like before, the light background and the noise somewhat distracting you, but not for long. Your husband’s grip was getting stronger and stronger, inching closer and closer to your wanting pussy with each second. A sharp gasp left your lips when his middle finger traced over the hem of your jeans, your level of arousal heightened to the point where even the breeze most likely was enough to partly satisfy yourself.

“Chan.”

“Y/n.”

“Stop it,” you whined, fingers coincidentally fidgeting with the button of your jeans, following the same direction with your zipper before the pair of pants were below your waist, your bottom undergarments now on display. You looked down, embarrassed at the mass wet patch coating your panties. Your husband's hands took a little bit of a wander, but froze almost immediately when he felt that familiar patch he had felt oh so many times. The digits were quick to act, another moan spelling from your mouth as soon as he got you in the exact spot he knew to touch. That were the perks of having a husband, because whether the time of orgasm was long or short, he knew exactly where to touch you to make that happen.

“Your body is having the opposite reaction,” he smirked, “and my eyes are strictly on the road.”

“And keep it that way.”

“Mhmm,” he ignored, fingers somehow able to push your panties to the side, raw fingertips now spreading open those pussy lips. God you felt dirty, nasty. How could you do this in your fucking car? Too horny to even wait until you were in the comfort of your bedroom. You were much too harsh on yourself. It was most definitely your husband's fault for opening that can of worms the moment he rocked up on the facetime camera without his shirt on. Therefore, your humility was minimized, there were always much worse things you could have done. Chan was easily able to find that wanting little entrance of yours, two fingers effortlessly plunging themselves inside, the unsympathetic texture of his hard working fingers gently scratching the velvet interior of your walls, hips now gently rocking back and forth on him. Your hands came to your breasts automatically, pinching, twisting, flicking the sensitive buds in any way possible that could create a replica of Chan’s mouth from previous moments. Fuck, no one else could do you like your husband, even yourself.

“Fuck Chan,” you whimpered, covering your face in embarrassment.

“Shh it’s okay,” he cooed, coaxing you through his honey textured tone, “just let it feel good, worry about other things later.”

Just as you let your head fall against the headrest, eye fluttering shut, the car came to a halt. Eyes flying open, a mound of disappointment when your visual fields were filled with your front yard. To your dismay, your husband withdrew his fingers from your pussy, a large squelching sound in the moment as he placed his hands on the gear shift, placing the toe of your into park before turning the car ignition off. The look you were giving your husband now was one of sadness, despair, making him laugh. He loved when you were dramatic.

“You’re not happy to be home?”

“Shut up,” you huffed, redoing your pants up before storming out of the car, forcing your husband to grab your suitcase as you stood impatiently at the front door, waiting for him to open it. It would be impossible to wipe the puffed up look of content on his face, knowing that he got right under your skin. Games were fun to play, but you simply knew that if he didn’t give you what you wanted soon, the house would fall into chaos. It was one thing to wind you up, but this time it was too far to push through, then stop just when things were getting good.

A fake smile plastered on your face, the refreshing thought of seeing your daughter coming back into your mind as you walked through your abode. It faded however, unable to see or hear anything that resembled your little baby. It wasn’t until you walked down your long hallway that led to your kitchen that you saw the note on your marble bench. It read the following:

Hi Darling, hope you had a safe flight!

I have taken my beautiful granddaughter to the park for a playdate with a couple of her friends and the other available parents. 

We are leaving at around midday, and won’t be back for a few couple hours. Apologies you will have to wait a little longer, but I couldn’t say no to her beating eyes when she asked me.

I'll see you when I’m looking at you.

Dad

“Chan!”

Your timbre was loud, somewhat frightening your husband as he rolled your luggage across the floor, meeting you in your shared kitchen. He was kind of worried. Chan knew that your dad was taking care of her while he went to pick you up, but he never said anything about taking her out. He stood next to you, trying to analyze your expressions before you spoke. You missed your daughter a lot, there was nothing false about that statement. Nonetheless, when the smug look came to your face at the thought of what having an empty house implied, you couldn't help yourself. 

“Did you know that my dad took her to the park?”

Oh fuck. Chan thought he was in trouble; big big trouble. 

You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to suppress your smile at how hopeless he looked. Being the medical professional you were, it was easy to read your husband like a book. And after his actions, which were already on the verge of crossing the threshold of what you would put up with, he was in his every right mind to react this way. Walking on eggshells was the right way to go. From his friskiness on the phone, to sending an almost naked picture to you in public, to publicly groping and prodding at your highly aroused body in the discomfort of your car, to now delaying your reunion with his daughter; my my my did he dig himself a massive grave that he would not be able to dig himself out of this one. 

“No,” he answered, hesitance leaking from his tone, “she must have asked him after I left.”

“Right,” you paddled, handing the note your dad had left to your husband. A sigh of relief in the form of his chest falling from the fat breath he sucked in before dissipating from his chest. Taking a step close, your husband ignored, focusing all his efforts on the written material until he felt the texture of what was your fingertips find a place on his torso, index fingers ‘accidentally’ finding a way underneath the hem of the thin material that made up his shirt. The note was removed from your husband’s face in the form of a toss with his own hand, eyes piercing into yours the more and more the skin of his torso was being exposed to the light. Your palms then became a part of the conversation, gently pressing against your husband's groin as you could feel his length awake from a light slumber.

“Why am I sensing that you’re not mad now?”

“Me,” You gasped, feigning ignorance as you finally pulled the flimsy material over your husband’s head, “I was never mad?”

“You weren’t?”

“No Mr. Bang,” you giggled, wrapping your hands around your husband’s neck once more, “Mad that you have been teasing me for almost 24 hours straight?”

Chan didn’t answer, instead sweeping your legs off the floor and into your arms, carrying your bridal style back down the said hallway, bedroom door conveniently already open as he laid you down on your back. A hum of happiness fell from your lips at the familiar feeling of your own bed sheets encompassing your back. You were brought out of those thoughts quickly however, your husband left you little to revel in bed texture, removing his sweats immediately before lifting you by the armpits again, leaving you to stand and him sitting on the edge of your shared mattress. The invitation of your barely dressed husband with a pressing erection straining his boxers was a very enticing seat. One that you took without a second thought as his hands were straight for your throat, a gentle squeeze as your lips connected first, legs cloaking his waist once more, the both of your tongues fighting for dominance over each other. Chan’s mouth vibrated as he relaxed into the sensual nature of the kiss, hands drifting away from your upper body and right to the outside of your thighs, a gentle tingle of fingertips dancing across your heated skin as you pulled away from a brief moment, wanting to match at least half of his body in the lack of clothing. Your husband helped as he withdrew his hands from your body for a brief moment, deciding to, rather than pull your nice shirt over your head like a normal person, he pulled the seams apart, splitting the shirt into two before using one hand only to unclasp your bra this time. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t impressed by it everytime.

“I liked that shirt,” you pouted, “did you have to rip it?” “I’m sorry y/n,” he chuckled, hands snaking up your sides another time, “I just want you so badly.”

There was no time to react as your husband gripped your hips, spinning you around and pinning you into the mattress. His second attack followed impeccably, hands fumbling on your jeans before getting them undone, panties groped in unison as they hit the side wall. That was an irrelevant detail, because Chan was lying on his front, abs rubbing against your core as he brought his hands back to your tits; his most favorite thing in the world. The man could not keep his hands still, mouth slobbering all over the sensitive skin as he began his second attack of the day on your nipples. 

“Never gets old,” you giggle, a gentle moan following after at the contrast of your flimsy mounds and rock hard nubs. Chan’s hands felt like no other, and when he had them on you, it was the time when you felt like the luckiest woman in the world. Your husband’s chuckles followed closely to yours. Seeing his wife happy was one thing, but knowing that he could make you feel this good aroused him to another level. His admiration deepend, yes, but it was somewhat of an ego boost for him. Knowing that he was that good with his fingers. 

Your husband’s lips, like his hands, began to wander, a strip of wet kisses trailing down the center of your stomach, causing him to crawl back further and further until his lips were just above your core. Chan brought his fingers right back to where he had them in the car, easily able to slip in two fingers without warning, a deep groan gritting his teeth at the way your back arched for him monumentally. The sight was one that he had been craving, one that you craved yourself. It did not matter how far apart you were from your husband, his appetite for you would never change. If he wanted to be close, he wanted to be close. If he wanted to be far, well that was just simply not plausible. As much as he wanted to pleasure you, make you feel good, like the diligent role of a husband should be, it was the closeness that motivated him every time. Chan longed for these moments, especially since the introduction of your daughter restricted the ability to do so. At any possible moment, Chan would demand to do whatever he could to profess his love, and it was always done with his mouth; his tongue to be more specific. 

In this scenario, rather than speaking with tongue, it was sticking out of your husband’s lips, flattening as he dived in head first without hesitation, your hands automatically rummaging through the thick mound of curls that supported the top of his head. His tongue was heaven, spreading your pussy lips farther and farther apart and he used that ferocious organ to fiercely suck on your wanting nub. A monstrous moan escaped your lips at the contact, a gratifying humm coming from his throat at the way you tugged on his locks. Your eyes were barely open, unable to prevent yourself letting your eyelids dance back and forth from open to shut, mesmerized at the current view you had when hunching your neck to see. Chan could see the way you were desperate to view his fulfilling prophecy that was going down on his wife, making sure to lay his chest flat on your bed, ejecting his fingers from your cunt and hooking each forearm around each leg, compressing them into the mattress, giving you the perfect perspective of the combination that was his lips and tongue simultaneously pleasuring your aching core. If this was going to be the result after pining for each other for around 12 hours only, you would never think about it twice. 

“I love being married,” you whined, another humorous hum escaping your husband’s lips, “tongue feels so good.”

“Mmmh,” he mumbled, half of his face muffled in your pussy, “you taste so good.”

“What was that?”

He took away his tongue for a brief moment, looking you deep in the eye before repeating his statement.

“You taste so good.”

He didn’t want to take much time away from making you, his wife, feel good, let alone waste his breath on 3 words. His tongue snaked across your inner thigh, the organ licking a gentle strip up each leg before descending back onto your gushing pussy. The smile on your face at his works was impossible to wipe off, your moans through the pearly whites getting louder and louder at the same time with your core, the accumulation of your slick and Chan’s oral fluids contributing to the squelching sound that was bringing you closer and closer to peak arousal. His lust was simply one of trance and dedication. It genuinely could not be explained enough how much he loved seeing you like this, knowing that he was the one that was doing so. Your lips contorted, unable to keep the smile as your bite down on the skin below your bottom lip, harsh enough to leave a line of marks before you were sitting up, hands leaving his hair and dominating his face, palms spread across either side before pressing a kiss to his lips. Your nose crinkled, easily identifying the taste of you on his tongue before giving him one last look, eyes completely open as you crawled backwards on your elbows, left index fingers curling in a come hither motion. The invitation was simply too divine to resist. Your husband turned into a predator, jumping on top of you like he had just caught his prey. His moves were delicate, making sure to not crush you underneath him. His lips were itching to be on yours again, and the feelings were returned, tongue automatically parting his lips and dipping inside his wanting mouth as his hands left your figure for a brief moment, slipping the thin material down his legs and over his feet, fingertips, like magnets to his wife’s skin, straight back onto you. Your own hands were now back on your husband's body, fingernails digging into the large mound of muscles that was his upper back as his fully erect length pressed against your heat. A moan slipped out of your mouth and straight into his, causing him to pull away.

“Fuck you really missed me, didn’t you?”

His smirk was fucking priceless. So annoying, but it would just be a flat out lie if you said you were not attracted to it in the slightest. Cocky did not look good on most people, but it 100% suited your husband. Your nails buried themselves deeper into his flesh at his statement, a poor attempt at humbling him in the slightest as another moan fell from your lips as he began slightly rocking back and forth, the tip of his pre-cum soaked tip hitting your extremely sensitive nub. You went to open your mouth, a failing endeavor of speaking a sentence when the only thing coming out being sounds of pleasure.

“Don’t tease me Mr. Bang,” you mumbled in between each groan, bucking your hips to create a larger friction between your two bodies. Chan was getting impatient himself, but god, did he love to tease you. Your husband had no trouble making you orgasm over and over, he just had displeasure in making you cum so quickly. Your body was sensitive solely to him, even after all these years, it didn’t take much to get you there. Therefore, teasing you made the process so much more enjoyable. Watching you squirm was something that he really enjoyed. 

“Hmm Mrs. Bang,” he hummed, lifting his hips off of yours, one hand now wrapped around the base of him, “you’re so cute when you’re all hot and bothered.”

Your eyes formed into a squint, annoyed at how easily he was pinning you down, “stop playing games and fuck me. Preferably today before they get home.”

“Oh fuck,” Chan chuckled, prodding at your pussy hole with his length, “you’re right, let me get to business.”

It was funny when previously mentioned that Chan left to tease and see you squirm, because once his length was comforted by the strength of your tight walls, your husband was a mess. He couldn't help it. Your pussy, after being with you for so many years, molded exactly to the shape and maneuvers that Chan needed. He tried to maintain a slow pace, allowing for your cunt to stretch perfectly around him, wanting you to feel every inch of him; but it simply was too irresistible to resist. Chan wrapped his hands around your ankles, lifting your limbs in the air and stretching them as far as they could go before kneeling on his knees as he began to flat out pound your busy. His pace was not as fast no, by the velocity of the thrusts was truly toe curling. Your jaw dropped to the floor if it could, the bedhead surely denting the walls at the arms as each time his hope made contact with your contact, a large noise resembling a slap occurred. Your husband was usually not as rough, but it’s not that you’re complaining at all. It was rare that he would just throw you around like this, usually if he was frustrated or that you had been away. So really, you should have seen this coming. Maybe it was what provoked you to reply to his lustful text in such a similar manner; whatever you have been doing it was right seeing as he was making your pussy cry with arousal. 

Chan’s teeth sunk into your left calf, a string of large huffs and puffs escaping from his chest as he put all his mighty effort into each thrust, your husband breathing heavy at the combination of his force and pleasure he got from fucking you like that. His eyes ogled however, at how easily your tits bounced back and forth.

“Fuck,” you shouted, “s-so rough.”

“You like that?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, keeping your legs in the air as your pulled him by the neck, foreheads accidentally smashing foreheads together with a significant force, “you’re fucking me like you want to put another kid in me.”

“Maybe I do,” he grunted, pressing a kiss to your lips in between, “maybe I should put another kid in you.”

God the way he talks, especially like that, turns you on so much. Your hands now travel back to the familiar spot of his back, pulling his chest against yours as he picked up his pace, thrusts much smoother with rhythm as your eyes fluttered shut, head hitting the back of the pillow ad your husband relentlessly fucked your pussy. A deep breath blew from your lips, an insufficient try to maintain your composure as your husband refused to set a forgiving speed.

“Fuck your pussy,” he growled, unable to finish his sentence.

“Yeah baby?”

“Mine,” he huffed, his own eyes fluttering shut as he pinned your upper limbs next to your head, head dipping down back to your breasts, a ferociously lick on your left nipple before he continued, “Fuck I’ll fuck another fucking child into that fucking pussy if you want me to.” 

Chan became a menace when he reached his peak horniness, and during this timeline, that was right now. Anyone who met or knew Chan, as a well-respected friend, colleague, or even a stranger, knew that was one of the most polite people that you could possibly have the pleasure of meeting. Not one to swear, always use his manners and respect other people’s time and values. However, it was only you who got to see the truly feral side of him, like this, cursing his head off. It was only at this point did he forget that facade of a well-mannered gentleman. Chan was certainly not polite or gentlemen like when he fucked you, and it was a guilty pleasure of yours. It always aroused you to hear him say ‘fuck’, mumble a ‘motherfucker’ or ‘shit’ under his breath, even just in normal dialgoue. So when he said it during sex, it truly was one of the hottest fucking things your had ever seen. 

“Do it,” you mumbled, unable to use your full voice, “put a kid in me.”

“Really?”

His head snapped up immediately, lips moving back to your own, pecking you one more time, but with his eyebrows raised in surprise, “Are you being serious?”

“Yes,” you smiled, fingertips spreading across your husband’s cheeks, “you have my permission.”

“Oh fuck,” he grumbled, “you really shouldn’t have said that.”

Chan’s hands snuggled under your back, scooping you and placing you up right on him, cock still inside of you as he sat up himself, keeping you close to his torso as he scooched the end of the bed. He let out a groan as he stood up, hands trailing to your hips as began to bounce you. A new level of sound escaped your lips at the new angle he was hitting inside of your pussy. It was smart to keep your arms enclosed around his neck, head buried into his chest as he still managed to keep the same pace. You really didn’t know how much more of this you could handle; the pressure in your body was building. The pit of your stomach was making its way to your final high, and your muscles were tightening in conjunction. The room’s scent was full of sweat, but also passion. Sweet sweet passion and sweet sweet love filled the four nostrils in the room, bringing you even closer to the edge. 

“Chan?”

“Y/n, you okay baby?”

“I’m gonna cum baby,” you whined, “I'm gonna cum so hard.”

“Oh me fucking too baby,” he fritted through his jaw breaking teeth clench, “I’m about to blow so fucking hard.”

“Yeah?”

“All in this pussy,” he whined, placing you back down on the bed, “my pussy.”

“Mhm, all yours.”

Your husband kept your back arching off the edge of the bed, making sure that when let go of himself, that nothing but even a drop would drip out of your hole. His hips became erratic; you could tell that your husband would not last much longer. Not that you were far off either, but you know that the release of his seed would tip you over the edge. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, hard, “Y/n I’m so sorry I’m gonna cum first.”

“It’s ok,” you whined, “I need your seed inside of me so fucking badly.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” you clenched, eyes dark with lust as he kept his gaze on you, “put a fucking kid in me.”

“I fucking love my fucking wife so much,” he spat, jaw falling agape as his load exploded, the ropes of your husband’s orgasm roping over and over inside of you, “I fucking love you so much.”

“Fuck Chan,” you screamed, your own orgasm washing over and sending you into a haze, “it feels so good inside of me.”

Your whine was so attractive to Chan that he leant down to kiss you one more time, before withdrawing his aching cock, falling to your side in a heavy breath. He was quick to get back into action, however, falling off the bed and grabbing your ankles again, lifting them off the floor and onto the bed, ensuring that not a lick of his load would fall out. A fat giggle escaped from your lips when you watched him do so.

“Fuck you were serious about that kid hey?”

He was already gone, annoyingly leaving you by himself. He was quick to come back however, returning with a glass of water and a banana from the kitchen bench, handing over to you without a second thought. Your lips turned into a smile automatically, practically chugging the water down to quench your thirst before peeling the banana open. Your husband took his spot next to you, lying on his side as he watched you with admiration. All of a sudden you felt self-conscious, hesitating before putting your lips anywhere near the fruit.

“I’m starting to think you got this fruit for a particular reason.”

“No,” he chuckled, “just eat it.”

You looked away from him as your lips ‘accidentally’ slipped down the banana, much past where necessary to take a bite. You could see your husband's jaw clenching out of the corner of your eye as your motion.

“What,” you mumbled, mouth full of food, “you were asking for it.”

“Fuck your lucky that your daughter is going to be home soon.”

How do you think the members would react if you asked them to sit on their face?👀

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chan is a full bodied pleaser and would die inside if his s/o asked him if they could sit on his face. it's like a treat! he'd be super gentle at first and not rush you, but once he's into it, man get into it. I'm talking hands hooked over your thighs to keep you in place, roaming occasionally up your back to feel how heavy you're breathing, tugging you down tighter so that he has almost no breathing room. he wouldn't be able to contain his own moans and hips would be rutting into the air cus the sound of you feeling so good would have him heaving into a dry orgasm at the way you call his name. "god, you taste so fucking good. ah fuck, oh you're so tight, does my tongue feel good, baby?"

minho loves it in secret. he'll never admit that he likes when you ask for what you want, so used to just providing what he thinks is best. so when you ask if you can do all the work and he's just there to be used, his dick gets hard instantly. he'd make a fuss out of it at first and tease you because he thinks it's cute when you're flustered. also enjoys making you work for him to comply, resulting in you finally bursting in annoyance that, "the one time I want something specific, you won't just take it lying down!"

"I'm already on my back, if you wanted to sit on my face so badly, all you had to do was take off your pants and sit."

changbin expects you to ask for the things you want because he loves to spoil you, sitting on his face is no different except that it's his favorite thing to do. spoiling you rotten extends to the bedroom, wherein he won't stop until you're begging for him to. you could be shaking, limply hanging onto the headboard and he'd still be chasing you every time you try to pull away because he knows you can take one more. "don't you wanna feel good, baby? don't I make you feel good? you sound so pretty, I could do this all day. I will do this all day, won't you let me?"

hyunjin has never actually tried it before, but is more than willing to learn. he's gone down on you, made you cum from his mouth alone more than you could count. but having him just lay there and be used, used by you, it's uncharted territory he's eager to explore. he feels how careful you are when you initially position yourself over him and actually pulls your full weight onto him. actually moans with his whole chest when he realizes his tongue can reach so much deeper this way. he enjoys it even more when you start fucking his face and comes to terms with the fact that he can never go back because this was so much more pleasurable. "we're doing this every day, oh my god, I love this- I seriously can't get enough- sit more, you won't break me."

jisung loves the humiliation of it all, mostly the way that you look at him. he likes the way you make him feel so small and helpless, just there to please you. you don't actually ask him if you could sit on his face but rather order him to get on his back and open his mouth. he definitely loves it more than you do, though, he can't even sit still and gets scared when you threaten to stop if he can't. you have to degrade him into place, which only makes his cock throb harder. sometimes, if he's really not behaving, his ankles get tied to the bed posts just to keep him in one position. "no, please! I'll be good, please sit on me! I'll make you feel so good, I promise you won't be disappointed! if you are... well, I'm already tied up."

felix may be a little messy, but is very enthusiastic. he gets excited whenever you ask to sit on his face because it means you wanna be close to him, at least that's how he sees it. likes it more when you're looking at him, enjoys the eye contact while he makes you feel good. and when you grab his hair to still his head and ride his face, oh he almost cums on the spot and groans loudly into you. his hips will kick up and his cock slapping against his belly is too cute not to resist reaching back and taking him in your hand to him to rut into. he's actually a master at mutual masturbation, so multitasking isn't an issue- but lets save that for another day. "pull my hair harder- harder! love being so close to you. will you touch me, too? wanna cum together, please cum with me?"

seungmin will also tease you into oblivion for asking to sit on his face, but eventually leans into it more than he realizes. at first, he'll be so, so smug with that shit-eating grin he has and literally says, "ooh, you want me so bad~" like yes!! you do!! when you do get him to lay down and let you sit on his face, he loses his goddamn mind. like actually doesn't know what to do with himself cus he feels suffocated in you. gets so overly enthusiastic that he doesn't realize you already came and will continue to pull you into his mouth until you yank his head back by the hair. after that, he'll ask for you to sit on his face at least twice a week. "won't you please, please? I need it so bad, need to taste you, need to make you feel good. you can pull my hair! you like doing that! please, I'm begging you."

jeongin is also new to face sitting and is taken aback when you ask if you can. like hyunjin, but has a much more limited range of knowledge with what to do. obviously knows how to give his s/o head, but has never ventured as far as to be suffocated while doing it. soon understands the appeal, though, when he's got you all for himself and can relax while also enjoying the way you taste, the way you squirm, the way you call his name as you cum in his mouth then rest all your weight onto his face during the comedown. he moreso enjoys the closeness of it all, likes being able to just reach up and play with your tits as you cup your hand over his, pull his hair and nudge your clit against his nose. it lets him hand over a bit of control while still maintaining his ego. "don't look at me like that, you know you love it. isn't it fun? you're so cute when you think you're all big and strong, baby. it's okay, enjoy yourself while you still can."

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황현진 BOYFRIEND HYUNJIN WHO...

bf! hyunjin who likes to squish your face and take pictures of you, so he can blackmail you by threatening to send them to everyone unless you give him a kiss.

bf! hyunjin who spams your instagram comment section whenever you post. "woah do you have a bf?" "all mine 😘"

bf! hyunjin who likes to copy your outfits and act like they're all his ideas

bf! hyunjin who makes spotify playlists to romanticize every moment he spends with you, whether its a road trip compilation or a midnight baking mix

bf! hyunjin who likes to send you red roses when he's far from home and adds fancy little handwritten notes for you to find

bf! hyunjin who brags about you to his friends and feels more proud than jealous when other boys admire you.

bf! hyunjin who changes your lock screen to a selfie of him when you're not looking, so you'll have a constant reminder of him

bf! hyunjin who complains about you stealing his sweatshirts but secretly loves to see you in his clothing

bf! hyunjin who sends you real love letters written on paper, instead of just text messages or emails

bf! hyunjin who pulls you outside so you can slow dance in the pouring rain

bf! hyunjin who likes to sketch you in his notebook whenever you aren't looking; when you're cooking, sleeping, or tapping away on your computer

bf! hyunjin who lets you try out new hairstyles on him and loves to post selfies of him all dolled-up, even if he has sparkly pink bows in his hair

bf! hyunjin who buys your perfume and sprays it on his pillow when you're not with him and he misses you

bf! hyunjin who buys a ring only a few months into dating and hides it in his closet for when he thinks you're ready, because that's just how much he loves you.

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Cuddle buddies

Lee Felix x Fem reader

Summary: Felix is feeling lonely and he texts y/n and asks her to come over and cuddle.

bestfriends to lovers, Itzy is mentioned

A/n bro i love him sm he’s so beautiful :(

You were at your friend Yejis house, sitting in her room talking about random stuff but you got a text from someone.

Lixie🐥❤️: heyy y/n!

y/n: hey lixie! what’s up?

Lixie🐥❤️: can you come over? i need my cuddle buddy :(

y/n: awe i wish i could i’m with yeji :(

Lixie🐥❤️: can you come after?

y/n: i might be sleeping over but i’ll see :)

Lixie🐥❤️: ok! text me if you can come over!❤️

You smiled at the messages, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

“Was that felixxx?”

“yess” Yeji always teased you about felix, she thinks you have a crush on felix. But what no one knows is that you do. You have a crush on your best fucking friend. You got snapped out of your thoughts when you saw a hand in front of your face.

“y/n? are you ok?”

“yeah i’m good, just zoned out”

“we clearly” i stuck my tongue out at her jokingly at her sarcasm.

“um i might not be able to sleepover today” you were nervous telling her because you cancel out on sleepovers to see felix a lot.

“why this time? are you going to see felix?” you knew you couldn’t hide it anymore.

“yes, i’m sorry he asked me to come over and i feel bad saying no to him” you said being sincere with her.

“nah it’s all good! go get your man!” she yells happily pushing you out of her room. you texted felix letting him know your coming over right now.

Y/n: I’m on my way right now, i’ll be there in about 5 minutes!

Lixie🐥❤️: Yay!

After 5 minutes you go up to his door ringing his doorbell. You hear him come running to the door, next thing you know the doors open and felix has thrown himself on you in a tight hug.

“Hi lixie!” you wrapped my arms around him trying to gain heat since he wont let go of you and its snowing outside.

“ah i missed you so much n/n (nickname)”

“lix, can i come in it’s freezing out here” He unwrapped him arms from you, taking away the heat he gave you and let you in the door. you took your shoes and jacket off and as soon as they were off he pulled you into his bedroom.

He jumped on his and got under the covers opening his arms, signaling he wants you to come in bed with him. You comply and hop on his bed and nuzzle your face in his chest, since you were just outside in the freezing cold for awhile.

“what movie to you want to watch?” he asked trying to move out of your grip to grab the remote.

“noo don’t leave, just want to stay like this” you whined st him sounding like a child who just got their toy taken away from them. He laughed at you coming back to you. That’s one thing that made you fall for him, his laugh.

“Do you not want to do anything? just stay like this?” he looked down at you only to see you looking at him, you put your head back in his chest quickly like nothing happened. But he tilted your chin to look up at him.

The heavy eye contact giving you butterflies and feeling your face heat up.

“What’s the blush for, hm?” You feel him he’s teasing you, as of he knows somehow.

“I’m not” you tried to put your face back into his chest but he kept his fingers under your chin to keep you looking at him.

“What’s wrong, why are you blushing?” he asks not teasing you this time.

“Nothing, i’m just hot” In reality your freezing cold.

“Then why are you trying to keep close if your so cold?” now he was teasing you again. You were stuck, you had no words to say, no other excuses you could say. So you decided, fuck it just tell him how you feel about him.

“I-i like you felix” you felt so embarrassed, you just confessed your feelings for your bestfriend and stuttered while doing it. ‘Shit y/n you probably just ruined you friendship! you shouldn’t have said anything!’

“I like you to, i have been waiting for you to say something for the longest time.” he leaned in brushing his lips against yours.

“Can i kiss you?” without answering you lean in and kiss his soft plush lips.

“Would you want to be my girlfriend y/n?”

“Of course” He grabbed the remote and put a movie on.

“what movie is this?” i ask looking up into his beautiful eyes.

“i have no idea” we laughed and cuddled together watching the movie until we fell asleep.

Perfect flaws|| Han Jisung

Han Jisung x Reader Warnings: Mentions of insecurity and insomnia. Gen: Fluff, Angst ish I guess

~02:38

You where laying on your bed, kicking the blankets away as you couldn’t find a comfortable position. You checked your phone once again, only to see no notifications. You felt lonely knowing that everyone was asleep already.  You sigh as you decided to try and contact your boyfriend Jisung.  “Baby? Why aren’t you sleeping?” Jisung groaned as he picked up. You obviously woke him up. “Did I wake you up? I’m sorry..” You sniffled. Jisung sat straight in his bed as he heard you cry silently. “Baby what’s wrong?” He asked. You took a deep breath, not being able to form words while you tried to calm yourself down. “I’ll come over right now” Jisung said before he hung his phone up.  You pushed yourself out of your bed and put of some sweats and a hoodie your boyfriend left behind a week ago. You walked down your stairs, taking a seat on your couch. You started waiting for your boyfriend to arrive at your house. It took longer then usual now. You watched the time pass on the clock. Moments passed until you heard your front door open. “Y/n?” You heard Jisung say as he closed the door behind him. “I’m here” You called out. Jisung rushed over to you with a plastic bag in his hand. He kissed your temple and sat down beside you. “What happened?” He asked as he took you into his embrace. “I don’t know..” You mumbled out as your sight became blurry from the tears boiling up in your eyes. “Hey, don’t cry, it’s okay. I’m here with you” Jisung reassured while soothingly stroking your back, leaning his head on top of yours. He listened to your soft sobs for a few moments before he decided to speak up. “I brought you some stuff, since I know you’re having trouble sleeping” He started. He picked up the plastic bag in front of him. He firstly grabbed a purple coloured candle out of it. “It’s a lavender candle, it might help you sleep” Jisung said putting the candle on the small coffee table infront of you. Next he grabbed a small medicine pot. “These pills will help you get better sleep. They aren’t actual sleep pills but they are just a mixture of lavender, chamomile and some other stuff..”  Jisung explained. You just looked at him a bit confused, too tired to understand what he just said. Lastly he pulled out some sugar free snacks and a pack of ramen noodles. “Jisung.. I’m really tired” You cracked out. “Okay okay..” He walked to the kitchen and got you a glass of water. “Take the pill, just try it” He said. You nod and swallowed the pill with the water.  After that he dragged you along to the bathroom. “It looks exactly the same as the last time I was here? for how long haven’t you done the laundry y/n?” He asked you. You could only stare down at your feet. “Y/n?” Jisung asked. “I don’t want to enter the bathroom” You mumbled. “Why not?” Jisung asked. You kept quiet for a few moments. “Y/n, sweety, tell me please” Jisung tried. You exhaled before speaking. “There are too many mirrors in here” you said. “What do you mean darling?” He asked. “I don’t want to see myself, Jisung. I can’t” You said. Jisung grabbed your hand and pulled you into the bathroom. You immediately nestled your head into his chest, refusing to face any of the mirrors. “Y/n please look at me” Jisung said while holding both sides of your arms. You looked up at him, eyes watery from the tears. “You’re beautiful. Your my beautiful amazing angel, how come you don't see that?” Jisung asked with pain in his voice. It was hard for him, knowing you could only see your bad flaws. You shook your head. “I don’t understand how you can see that” You mumbled. Jisung cupped your face, forcing you to keep on looking into his eyes. “Y/n. Your beautiful. Look here! Your so gorgeous, and so pretty, please. Believe me your an angel”  He said as he pulled you infront of a mirror, making you look at yourself. He back hugged you as he placed small kissed in your neck. “I can’t” You mumbled with tears in your eyes. “Yes you do! Your the best thing that has ever happened to me, please don't tear yourself down like this. I know it's hard, but when time comes you’ll start to understand, and see how actually amazing you are” Jisung said placing a kiss in your cheek. “Let’s go to bed now, okay?” You nod as you dried your tears with your sleeves.  You and Jisung walked to your bedroom. Jisung tucked you in before laying down next to you. He let his arm rest around you as he stared into your eyes. He kissed your forehead as he pointed out how much he loves you and how beautiful you are.  “Goodnight my pretty angel” He said as he pulled you closer to his chest and closed his eyes. You smiled as you admired him for a while. “Goodnight sungie”  You said before closing your eyes, successfully drifting off in his arms.

Author note: Sorry if this is bad >~< this is just a quik drabble sooo.. I hope you liked it anyways, requests are open :)