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changbinismyhallucination · 13 days ago

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Kisses

(How each one feels when it comes from Hyunjin)

Pairing: Hwang hyunjin × fem!reader

Genre: fluff and smut

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛

...wouldn’t be rushed. Not even close.

He’d walk you home after a long evening together, hands brushing for the tenth time before he finally gathers the courage to lace his fingers with yours. His grip would be gentle but secure—like he wasn’t just holding your hand, but holding the moment. The street would be quiet, golden light from the lampposts softening the world around you, wrapping the night in something warm and unreal.

He’d stop just a few steps from your door, not ready to let go yet.Hyunjin would look at you like you hung stars in his sky. His gaze would linger on your lips for just a second too long before he flicks his eyes up to meet yours. There's something unspoken there, a tension that simmers between you but he doesn’t move too quickly. He’s patient. So, so patient.

His thumb would brush along the back of your hand, voice dipping into that velvety tone only he can manage. “Can I kiss you?”

And it wouldn’t feel like a question...It would feel like a promise.

When you nod—soft and breathless—he’d take one step closer, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek like he’s scared you’ll vanish if he doesn’t touch you properly. His fingers would be cold from the night air, but his palm? Warm. Steady. Reverent.

He’d pause for a heartbeat, lips inches from yours, breath mingling—giving you time to pull away, even though he already knows you won’t.

And then he’d kiss you...Slow. Devoted. Like he’s trying to memorize the taste of you. Like you’re a secret he’s waited far too long to know.

His lips would move with quiet confidence, tilting your head gently, coaxing you to melt into him, to give in and god, it’d be impossible not to. His fingers would slide behind your neck, holding you there like you belong to him already. There’d be no rush, no hunger he can’t control—just the kind of kiss that says I see you, I want you, I adore you.

𝑄𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘, 𝑠ℎ𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒…

...so soft it’d make your heart ache.

He’s not one for loud PDA—especially around the guys. He gets shy, flustered, all blushy cheeks and hidden smiles. But when he’s around you? He just has to touch you, somehow. Even if it’s subtle. Especially if it’s sneaky.

It starts small. His pinky hooking yours under the table when you’re all out eating together. A soft bump of his knee against yours when you're sitting on the floor in the dorm living room. You’ll catch him glancing your way every few minutes, eyes crinkling at the corners whenever you meet his gaze—like you’re both in on a secret no one else knows.

But then there are the kisses.

The stolen ones....The kind that happen in quick little bursts when no one’s looking.

Like that time you’re standing in the hallway outside the practice room, waiting for Chan to finish talking to the choreographer. Hyunjin pretends to fix your hair, tugging a loose strand behind your ear ..then suddenly, without thinking, he leans in and pecks your cheek.

It’s fast. So fast you’re not even sure it happened until you see the pink rising up his neck, his eyes wide like he can’t believe he just did that.

“Sorry—couldn’t help it,” he mumbles, hiding half his face behind his sleeve. But there’s a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips, like he’s proud of himself for being brave.

Or the time you're all watching a movie in the dorm, lights dimmed, everyone sprawled across beanbags and couches. You’re sitting beside Hyunjin, shoulders brushing. He leans in like he’s about to whisper something about the movie but instead? His lips graze the edge of your jaw. Soft. Barely there.

You freeze, turning to look at him.

He’s already pretending to watch the screen, pretending he didn’t just kiss you with the tiniest grin playing on his lips.

𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒…

…a slow, intoxicating unraveling.

He’s sprawled across your couch, flushed and buzzed, one leg stretched out lazily while the other is tucked beneath him. His head lolls to the side as he watches you pour him another drink, and there’s a dreamy little smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You trying to get me drunk, or are you just flirting again?” he asks, voice thick and warm.

You laugh, setting the glass down with a clink. “You’re already drunk.”

Hyunjin hums, then leans forward, arms resting on his thighs as he stares at you—like he’s trying to decide something. There’s heat in his gaze, but something softer too. Like he’s been thinking about this for a while. Like the alcohol only cracked the surface of what he’s been holding back.

“You look really pretty tonight,” he murmurs.

Your heart stutters. “You’ve said that three times already.”

“Yeah,” he whispers, “but this time I’m saying it because I want to kiss you.”

He says it so honestly. So directly. No teasing smile. No over-the-top flirting.Just Hyunjin—bold, tender, slightly tipsy, and completely done pretending he doesn’t want to.

Before you can say a word, he gets up and walks toward you, slow and unhurried. His fingers find your wrist first, brushing against your skin lightly as he steps into your space. His touch is gentle, but it grounds you. Holds you still. Like he’s making sure you don’t disappear on him.

“Can I?” he asks.

You nod.And that’s all he needs.His lips press to yours—warm and soft, but not hesitant. He kisses you like he’s been aching for it, like he’s finally letting himself feel the things he usually keeps behind careful smiles and quiet glances. One of his hands cups your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheekbone, while the other slides to your waist, holding you in place—not forcefully, but firmly enough that you feel it in your spine.

There’s a hunger there. A heat. But he keeps it slow.Hyunjin kisses you like he’s savoring something can't quite name it...Like you’re something rare and he’s not ready to let go yet. His lips move with intention, coaxing you deeper, and when your fingers curl into his shirt, you feel a quiet growl at the back of his throat.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispers against your mouth.

You don’t respond. You can’t.Not with the way he’s kissing you again—deeper every time, tongue sliding just barely against yours, fingers tightening at your waist. Still soft. Still him. But there’s no mistaking the way he takes his time claiming the moment.

No one’s watching. Its just you both in your little bubble...It’s just Hyunjin—drunk, breathless, beautiful and entirely yours.

𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒…

…like standing in the eye of a storm and realizing the thunder isn’t what’s dangerous—it’s the silence.

He wouldn’t yell. Not unless he was really pushed. But when he’s upset? He goes quiet. Withdrawn, eyes burning with unspoken things, jaw tight as if every word he’s holding back could tear through the walls if he let them.

His arms would be crossed at first. Brows drawn. Hair slightly messy from how many times he’s run his fingers through it out of frustration. He wouldn’t look at you—not fully. His gaze would flicker everywhere else until it lands on you again, and then it just stays.

There’s tension in the room—thick and heavy and it’s not just about the fight. It’s the ache of caring too much. The kind that makes Hyunjin’s chest rise and fall in short, frustrated breaths.

"You don't get it," he’d mutter, voice low, like he’s trying not to raise it. "You never stay to listen when I—"

He stops himself. Swallows the rest of the sentence. Runs a hand down his face.Then he steps closer.Not fast. Not sudden. Just deliberate. Controlled.

Hyunjin’s hands curl into fists at his sides for a second—like he’s debating whether to touch you or not. Whether it’ll help or only make things worse.

But he does....His hand reaches out, grabs your wrist—not roughly, but with a kind of desperation he can’t hide. His other hand comes up to your face, hesitant for a breath… then cups your cheek like he needs the grounding.

“I hate fighting with you,” he says, barely above a whisper.

And then, he just kisses you.

Hard. Not violent, not aggressive but intense. Like he’s trying to kiss the anger out of himself. Like the only way to stop the spiral is to remind himself how much he loves you. His lips are warm and firm against yours, and he doesn’t wait for you to respond—he just sinks into it, hand slipping to the back of your neck, pulling you in deeper.

You feel the tension in his body melt and snap all at once—shoulders trembling slightly, fingers gripping your waist like he’s afraid you’ll pull away. Like this is his apology, his confession, his surrender.

When he finally breaks the kiss, he doesn’t step back. He stays close, breath shaky, forehead resting against yours.

“I get so scared,” he admits, voice raw. “Scared you’ll give up. That I’m too much.”

You shake your head, but he’s already pulling you into another kiss—this one softer, slower, but just as aching.

No one kisses in a fight like Hyunjin does....He doesn’t kiss to win.

He kisses to feel everything you’re not saying and to show you everything he is.

𝐴 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒…

…devouring.

But not rushed. Not sloppy. It’s intense, yes but deliberate. Because Hyunjin doesn’t just kiss you in the heat of the moment. He kisses you like he’s making love with his mouth too. Like your lips deserve the same reverence as every inch of your body he’s worshipping.

His hips move in slow, deep rolls, pressed flush against yours, every thrust dragging a soft whimper from your lips and that’s when he leans down.

Not just to kiss you, but to look at you first.

His hair falls around your face like silk curtains, messy and sweat-damp, framing the softness in his expression. His eyes lock onto yours, and for a heartbeat, the entire world disappears. It’s just him and you—chests rising in sync, skin flushed, breath tangled.

The look in his eyes is devastating.So full of love it’s almost painful. Like he’s overwhelmed just by the sight of you beneath him. Like he still can’t believe you’re real.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathes, eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes and back again. “I’ll never get used to this. To you.”

And when he kisses you—it’s deep. Open-mouthed. Tongue sliding against yours in slow strokes, pulling you under with him. He kisses you like he’s trying to climb into your chest. Like your mouth is the only place he can breathe properly.

One hand grips your thigh, holding your leg around his waist, while the other cups the back of your head, keeping you right where he wants you—mouth against his, lips swollen and slick from everything he’s giving you.

He moans into your mouth. Not loud. Just a soft, low sound of need—raw, shaky. Like he’s losing control but still trying to keep it together for you.

And when he pulls back just enough to breathe, his lips barely leave yours. His nose brushes yours. His eyes flutter open and there it is again. That look.

The one that says, I’m yours...The one that says, This is love, not just lust.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs, voice hoarse, lips brushing yours with every word. “You always do.”

Then he kisses you again. Deeper this time. More hunger. More ache.

His hips pick up pace slightly, the drag of him inside you matching the rhythm of his kiss—slow but harder now, like he needs you to feel everything he can’t say. He swallows your moans, lets you bite his lip, and kisses you again before you can pull away too far.

“You drive me crazy,” he whispers, lips ghosting along your jaw. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He kisses you like he’s trying to stay grounded. Like without your lips, he might fall apart.

And when your fingers tangle in his hair and you whisper his name against his mouth?

Hyunjin kisses you harder.

Because this isn’t just sex to him-It’s you.

And he’s going to kiss you like he loves you for the rest of his life.

𝐴 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒…

…gentle.

Like the hush that follows a storm. Like the warmth of a blanket pulled over bare skin.

You’re lying on your side, his body curled around yours, chests still rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. Your legs tangled, your skin still tingling from everything he gave you. He’s stroking your back with slow, featherlight fingers—up and down, again and again like he’s still calming you down, even now.

And then he leans in. Not suddenly, not like before. But with care. With softness.His hand finds your cheek, thumb brushing over your cheekbone like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever touched. His eyes search yours for a moment, and there’s a look on his face—so full of love, of reverence, it makes your heart twist.

“You okay, baby?” he whispers, his voice raspy, worn.

You nod. “Mhm. Perfect.”

He smiles softly and that’s when he kisses you.Not with heat this time, but with love. Deep, slow love. The kind that tastes like forever.

His lips move against yours like he’s afraid to break you, like you’re something delicate, something to be held with both hands and a promise. His mouth is warm, sweet, and unhurried. There’s no urgency. No lust. Just him loving you in the quietest way possible.“Thank you,” he murmurs against your lips. “For letting me love you like that.”

Your fingers graze his jaw. “You always make me feel safe.”

He kisses you again—softer this time, barely there. Like a vow.Like I’m here.Like I adore you.Like You’re mine.

And when he finally pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His nose brushes yours, and he lets out a soft little sigh, eyes still closed. He stays close. Holding you like you’re the most important thing in the world.

Because to him… you are.

And that kiss?It’s not just aftercare....It’s not just love....It’s home.

𝐴 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒…

even when it's just for the day would feel like he's letting go of a part of himself.

You’d be halfway through putting on your jacket, phone already in hand, glancing at the clock with a small huff. “I’m late,” you’d mumble, more to yourself than him.

Hyunjin would be standing by the doorway, leaning against the frame with sleepy eyes and tousled hair, still in the oversized shirt he wore to bed. The morning light would spill in behind him, casting him in a soft, golden glow that made it nearly impossible to leave.

He watches you, quiet at first—eyes scanning your face, your hurried fingers zipping up your jacket, the way you tap your thigh distractedly while checking your bag.

Then, finally, he moves. Slow. Purposeful.

He walks over and gently takes your phone out of your hand, sets it aside without a word. Both arms wrap around your waist, firm but tender, drawing you close until your chest is pressed to his. You blink up at him, mouth opening to protest, but he silences you with a quiet look.

“Just a second,” he murmurs.He leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that’s soft but full—lingering, like he’s trying to leave a piece of himself with you for the day. His hands smooth over your back, one resting between your shoulder blades, the other curving over your hip like he doesn’t want to let go just yet.

The kiss is full of emotions —warmth, a tiny ache, the smallest trace of reluctance.

When he pulls back, his nose brushes yours, and he presses one more kiss to the corner of your mouth. Then your cheek. Then your forehead. Slow. Loving. As if to seal you in protection before you step into the world.

You’re the one to smile first this time, a little breathless. “Hyun, I really have to go.”

“I know.” His thumb strokes over your side. “I just needed one good kiss to last me till you’re back.”

He gives your nose a final tap with his lips, then releases you slowly, fingers sliding from your waist like he’s still savoring the warmth of your skin.

And as you step out the door, you already feel it—that invisible thread of affection still tugging at you, tied tight around the kiss he left behind.

Taglist: @pochacco-baby, @princesskrystix

A/n : Haven’t felt much motivation to write lately, especially with everything going on around the AI fics situation(i really hope this gets issue solved). Still, I wanted to finish up this piece I had sitting in my drafts for a while.Hope you enjoyed it<3

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changbinismyhallucination · 2 months ago

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I love it. Sfw and peaceful

Wake me up when you come to bed | CB97

Oh pls give me ideas etc! im trying to get better!

Reader x Bang Chan (Stray Kids)

Domestic Fluff, Comfort, Sleepy Moments, Soft Chan, Established Relationship

1.1k words

You were just about to wander to the bedroom to change into your pajamas when you hear the familiar sound of a key scratching and clicking in the lock. Light from the hallway shines into the apartment, momentarily overpowering the small lamp on the living room table. You hear the door close; a pair of shoes being placed on the floor, and then the sound of tired footsteps behind you.

“Hello, Chris,” you say, not yet turned toward the hallway.

In response, he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Welcome home,” you whisper, reaching up to softly stroke his hair.

In return, you get a low hum and a small peck on the neck. He takes a deep breath that turns into a sigh as he exhales.

“I missed you.”

Neither of you moves, nothing but the warmth between the two of you exists. His body relaxes, like he’s only able to around you. For a moment, there are no worries left in his brain, the thoughts about budget, practice, deadlines, and arrangements all fade to nothingness as he takes another deep breath, inhaling the faint smell of your perfume. The perfume that’s not quite worn off. The one he bought you. The one you’re keeping secret so none of the fans can copy it.

You loosen his arms enough to turn around and look at him. Everything about him is tired: his otherwise strong shoulders slack, his arms still resting around your waist, even the smile that appears on his face as soon as you gently cradle his face in your hand. He leans into your palm, you can practically feel the pressure he’s under.

After another deep breath, his eyes open again.

“I’ll be in the office for a bit. I’m so sorry.”

He looks down at your face, trying to find discontent in what he just said, disappointment that he came home so late and still can’t spend the evening with you. But he finds nothing of the sort in your gaze. Only warmth and admiration.

You pull his face closer and give him a soft kiss on the lips. Your noses touch as you rest your forehead against his.

Lucky for him, you didn’t fall for his amount of free time; you fell for him, his work ethic, his dedication, and care.

“You’re doing so well,” your voice is relaxed and filled with honesty.

“God, I am so lucky to have you,” he replies, pulling you in for another kiss. This time, his lips linger on yours, not wanting to leave just yet.

After a pleasant eternity, he unwraps his arms and lets you go as he walks away. He holds onto your arm, then your hand, for as long as possible. It’s like he wants you to follow him into the office.

Of course he wants you to.

And truth be told, you do too. But you’re so tired.

You follow him into the hallway, watching him open the door to the room at the end, the one you turned into a home office for whoever needs it at the time. You, however, turn right into your bedroom. The door is already open.

On the bed is the pajama set you picked out. It’s cute, a two-piece button-up and pants. But you don’t feel like it anymore. Instead, you walk to the chair that houses all the clothes that are already worn but not dirty and pick out one of Chan’s shirts. It fits you well, exactly like your boyfriend’s shirt is supposed to.

You fold up the two-piece, put it back into the drawer, and make your way into the bathroom.

As you brush your teeth and do your skincare, you can hear Chan in the office: connecting cables, setting up his laptop, rolling around in the office chair, humming to whatever he’s working on. He only stops when you knock on the doorframe to announce your presence.

His headphones fall around his neck as he looks up.

“I’ve come to say good night, Mr. Bahng,” you say, stepping toward him.

“Good night, Mrs. Bahng-to-be,” he smiles, reaching out for your hand as he speaks.

You give in the moment you feel him pulling you toward him and prop your arms on the armrests.

“I like that name,” you chuckle.

“(Y/N) Bahng?” he returns, and you nod.

“I’m so, so sleepy,” you say, suppressing a yawn.

“I’ll be there eventually.”

He looks up at you with those warm, dark brown eyes, taking in the way your mouth curves into a smile.

“Wake me up when you come to bed, yeah?” you whisper before standing up straight.

“I can’t wait.”

He squeezes your hand as you turn around.

Falling asleep is easy. You drift off to the faint sound of Chan’s keyboard in the background.

You wake up to the feeling of the blanket being lifted. Chris slides under the covers behind you. You feel him carefully adjusting himself to get comfortable before his arm finds your waist.

You hum and turn onto your back. His arm and hand now rest on your stomach. You look up at him.

He’s propped up on his elbow. Even in the dim light coming through the window, you can tell he’s looking at you.

“As promised,” he whispers, leaning over you. He carefully moves his arm upward so he can lean down and give you a soft kiss.

Your arms reach up practically by instinct and wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss in the process. He comes closer without hesitation. You feel the warmth radiating from his chest, your sides touching, though he’s still careful not to put any real weight on you.

But you're having none of that. You pull him into a tight hug, burying your face in his neck, your senses flooded by his scent.

Of course, he’s not complaining. Entirely content with the lack of space between you, he hums in a low tone.

After a while, he prints kisses from your temple over your cheek to your mouth and finally creates some space between your faces by lying on his side.

He lifts his arm, motioning for you to reposition yourself, which you gladly do, turning on your side, away from him. His arm finds your waist once again. He pulls himself close: his breath on your neck, his chest pressed against your back, and his arm around your stomach.

You feel as comfortable as humanly possible.

Your thoughts trail back to when you met him, already established, already famous, already incredibly stressed. Clips of him saying he has trouble sleeping going viral every week.

The rhythmic breathing behind you tells you: that issue is long gone.

#bang chan x reader #stray kids scenarios #skz imagines

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