#stray kids smutty thoughts

[itsseohannbin]

hard bangchan thoughts || dark romance

disclaimer: every single time I come across this photo of bangchan, I am absolutely wrecked with the most vile, dirty, inhumane thoughts, so please enjoy this as it's been on my mind for LITERAL WEEKS now and I can't stop.

Warnings: hard thoughts. swearing. established relationship. smut. unprotected sex. voyeurism & exhibitionism. mentions the titles and contexts of several intense dark romance books that are not suitable for younger audiences. (i.e gun/knife play, somno, stalking, kidnapping, bondage. etc etc) (if you choose to research these books, please do so at your risk as they include some pretty heavy and intense topics.) roleplaying (??). I think that's it. let me know if I missed any!

Enjoy! [lower case intended. not proof read]

everytime i see this photo of chan i'm brought back to the same scenario in my head that i've been having for months? years?

like, you and chan decide to go on a little bookstore date where you purchase some starbucks and walk around a popular bookstore chain, both of you browsing and exploring and just enjoying the relaxing atmosphere. at some point, the two of you get separated, chan going off to look through the graphic novel section while you bee-line right to the romance section. or more so, the dark romance section.

you've always been a lover of dark romance novels. you've read your fair share of nasty, vile, intense books, like haunting adeline, the ritual & the sacrifice, and so much more. you use the trigger warnings at the beginning of each book as a checklist that covers all your favorite topics to read about, no matter how crazy or intense they are.

so, hours later, when chan has finally decided on the books he wants to purchase and take home, he comes looking for you. as per usual, he finds you curled up in a chair on the second floor of the building, in the corner near the dark romance section. he greets you with a kiss on the head, but you barely register his actions, too engrossed in the newest instalment from your favorite dark romance author. chan just chuckles, shaking his head as he sits down across from you, sipping on the remains of his drink while he watches you with dark eyes. and he watches you so intensely its amazing how you don't look up to meet his fiery gaze.

he never understood your obsession with the genre. it was too intense for him, too out of bounds for his liking. he's read over your shoulder one too many times to understand what kind of shit you're into, and although he loves you dearly, he could never bring himself to subject his brain to that type of rot. but there's something about the way you're reading so intently now, the nail of your thumb between your front teeth, eyes scrunched forward in concentration. something about the way your legs subtly shift together, as if you're trying to adjust yourself into a more comfortable position, but chan knows better. you only fidget like this when you're really nervous or really turned on, and based on the way you're hiding a cheeky, embarrassed smile behind the cuff of your sleeve, he can only assume its the latter. and that's where his obsession then starts.

he's not obsessed with reading the books, but obsessed with finding out which part in these books is giving you such a physical reaction. he's determined to find out just what is making you squirmy and horny every time you have a relaxing reading night together. so chan does his research. he takes note of all the books he's seen give you that reaction and he researches them. he downloads previews of the chapters, blushing with embarrassment when he reads some of the stuff these books have in them. like being fucked with the barrel of a gun, or being stalked in the safety of your own home. chan is so intrigued and so confused and disturbed at the same time. of course, he would NEVER do anything of this to you, that would be too far, but he wants to plan something to get that type of reaction out of you, to make you moan his name and not zade fucking matthews'.

so that's how you ended up here months later, spread out on the bed with chan slowly and roughly dragging his long, thick cock against your tight walls, the ridges and veins driving you insane with each passing minute. he's got his eyes locked on you, and yours on him, the eye contact making you preen and break under the pressure. little ah-ah-ahs sit at the tip of your mouth, but you can't let them out, not unless you want your mother to hear what's going on on your end of the phone line. she's yapping in your ear about the family barbeque she's been planning for weeks in advanced, and you're really trying to listen and be encouraging, but it's getting really hard to focus when chan is fucking you so slowly, so deliciously, his large, muscular body hovering over you and caging you in.

he rocks his hips upwards experimentally, causing a hiccup to leave your mouth. chan's eyebrow raises in amusement as the horror takes over your face at the noise you had just made, embarrassment flushing your cheeks when your mom pauses her tyrant and asks if you're alright. 'honey, is everything okay?' she asks, concern lacing her tone. your eyes stay glued to chans, his hands squeezing your hips as he bucks his hips forward once more, almost eliciting a scream from your throat. 'i'm fine mom,' you struggle with getting the words out 'i'm just struggling with.... something at the moment.' chan reaches his hand down and inserts his finger into you alongside his cock, alternating his thrusts to match the opposite of his fingers movements. 'do you need me to let you go?' she asks, completely oblivious to the way your sweet, usually innocent boyfriend is completely rearranging your guts in the most glorious way possible. a 'yes' begs to fall from your lips, but you stop it when you see chan shake his head slowly. confusion passes over your features, his finger and his cock bringing you to feel a new level of pleasure. 'no?' you reply back. chan takes a moment to pull his finger out and wrap his large hands around your pretty throat, growling in your opposite ear 'you hang up and i stop moving'. at that, your orgasm crashes over you and you have no choice but to cry out loudly as the waves hit you like a tsunami. never have you cum so hard before. but omg you just came all over chans cock, crying out loudly with your mother on the phone. horror passes over your features once more and you can feel yourself beginning to panic when chan lifts the phone up, showing you the toggled mute button on screen. he then pulls all the way out and unmutes the phone, putting a finger to his mouth to shut you up before he slams back in, the vibrations from your orgasm only adding to the oversensitivity of it all. 'hello mama,' chan then puts the phone to his ear, his hips picking up pace as he begins to slam into your pussy recklessly. you can feel yourself getting brought over the edge again when he smiles down at you. 'what do you want us to bring for the barbeque?'

~~~~~

Taglist: @moonlightndaydreams @channieandhisgoonsquad @newhope8 @noellllslut @queenmea604 @kaiyaba @rxosies @bethanysnow

[catiuskaa]

feat. mrs. lee bahng

SUMMARY: why have a plot when your two gorgeous boys are finally having a short break before the comeback? y’all already know what to do.

WC: 0.6k

CW: lowercase! [NASTY SMUT] make sure to hide the bible if god watching. like, wash your hands after reading kind of nasty. man, i’m so ovulating right now.

REQ! by 🧋anonnie right here. omg. yes. just yes. no questions asked or needed, i gotchu.

[🔶 ★🎇★ 🔶]

one of them is kissing your neck, but with your eyes closed, you don’t bring yourself to guess just yet, just shiver, whimpering, before being able to feel the shape of his plush lips against your pulse.

“such a pretty princess,” chan whispers, his hands moving your hair off your face.

he had been wearing lipstick when he arrived home with minho after their last photoshoot of the day, which makes him chuckle, because neither of them can be too sure the makeup is still on.

actually, scratch that. minho licks his lips, bending to pepper kisses all over your stomach. if there was any lipstick still on his lips, he’s 100% sure its shimmer would look a hundred times better against your nude skin.

there’s a gasp the younger man holds back, a tremble in his voice when, even after making you reach the stars with his tongue, he still won’t fit.

“s-so… t-tight.”

you know that tensing up is about the worst thing you should do, and you try ignoring the awkward, stingy feeling that shoots through you when minho barely attempts to settle himself where you know he belongs.

luckily, chan’s there, leaving sweet kisses and teasing licks here and there, his hand traveling down to your clit, pressing figure eights and snickering to his hearts content at the sighs that come out of your mouth when specks of that yummy feeling slyly start seeping through.

“mmm, baby… such a champion,” he’s teasing, his teeth biting your cheek. your sweat tastes sweet, much like the champagne he had back at the studio with the boys, the day before the album came out.

both him and minho went back home smirking, knowing that the real celebration was waiting for them at home.

“takes cock so well… shit…”

minho can’t even dare to speak, a small part of him that doesn’g want to hurt you, and the other one that just knows that he’s a blink away from bliss.

“such a tight cunt, fuck.”

at his struggle, chan can’t help but snicker. you just pant, and take minho’s hand, kissing his palm before turning to chan and resting your other hand on his cheek.

“baby,” you sigh. his dimples smile at you, and he pecks your lips.

“it's okay, princess,” chan coos at you sweetly. “don't worry, mhh? min'll make it fit. make you feel really good, yeah?”

his lips can’t fathom leaving your skin, pecking, nibbling, kissing anywhere he can reach.

minho pushes further into you, and you whine, your eyes tearing up lightly, the tears not daring to fall down your cheeks after facing chan’s lips, kissing them away.

“so warm and tight.” minho is oozing in a comfy hornyness, lying against you, his body almost melting over yours, his hands hugging your waist, lips licking and nibbling on your nipples playfully.

“colour, baby?” chan whispers to your ear. there’s no agreement to decide whether today’s about fucking or about making love, but his sweet marks on your neck, as well as the ones minho leaves on your cleaverage are always welcomed.

“green, pretty,” you smile, playing with his hair as you bit your lip, moaning at minho’s antics. “so green. greenest.”

it seems like your answer made him regain his stamina, because you can feel him twich as he licks and kisses down to your stomach. in a harsh manner he takes chan by his neck and plants a hard kiss on his lips. then, his nose rubs against yours, and he bites your lip cheekily, smirking down at you.

“gonna make sure you remember tonight until we come back from tour.”

seems like today isn’t either love nor fucking, because why choose if, ultimately, you can do both?

[🔶 ★🎇★ 🔶]

~kats, who has spent at least two hours thirsting over the album’s pics.

catiuskaa, july 2024 ©

[krosiefics]

is that a bet? • stray kids ot8 x reader

M D N I 18+

Synopsis: at some point of playing ‘never have I ever’, you make a bet that you could make all eight of your best friends cum within 10-15 minutes…and well, you did.

WC: 3.7k (I have issues)

Tags: PURE SMUT, afab!reader, softdom!chan, dom!minho, dom!changbin, softdom!hyunjin, sub!jisung, sub!felix, dom!seungmin, switch!jeongin, switch!reader, piv, unprotected sex (wrap the eggplant yall), same hole double penetration, ass smacking, squirting, begging, overstimulation, hair pulling, spitting, oral (f. receiving), lwk gangbang, praise (pretty, good girl), degradation (slut, whore), light dacryphilia, breeding kink, creampie, biting(?), grinding, pet names (baby, babe, princess, hun, darling, kitten, bun, etc), marking/hickey, probably forgetting some…sorry :P

a/n: this is so smutty i am so sorry…but yw 🫠

You don’t remember how exactly you ended up in this position…something about a bet, yet here you are, half-naked spread out on the floor with eight pairs of eyes burning into your body.

8 minutes earlier

“Never have I ever,” Minho pauses in thought, “nutted before my partner.”

“What the actual fuck Minho.” Seungmin grimaces, though he takes a swig of soju. “What?!” Minho shrugs defensively, “It makes the game more interesting.”

“That’s a fucking lie though.” Jisung snorts as he also takes a shot of soju. “And how would you know that?” You ask with a sly smirk.

“I’ve seen him watch porn,” He deadpans, which sends everyone into a fit of laughter.

“You wanna bet Ji?” Minho challenges.

“Y’all seriously aren’t about to jerk off right here…right?” Chan looks at them in disgust and then at the white shag carpet underneath them, “Why, you wanna join?” Minho pokes.

“I bet none of y’all virgins can stop yourselves from cumming as soon as someone touches you.”

“You wanna make that bet.” Changbin chimes in. You groan at them which catches their attention, “Do you have something to say princess?” Jisung raised his brows teasingly. You groan yet again at the nickname before saying, “I bet I could make all y’all cum in fifteen, maybe ten minutes.”

“You really wanna do this?” Hyunjin lifts your chin with his finger. “Hmm,” you hum, “if you guys cum before I do, a hundred…from each of you.”

“That’s eight hundred bucks!” Jeongin blurts out, you nod slyly. “And if we win?” Felix tilts his head. “Y’all can decide on that.” you state.

You move to get up, dragging your hoodie over your body and exposing your oversized shirt underneath. You turn around looking at the eight boys. “Are we doing this or not?”

Everyone unanimously agrees. It went so fast, the soju from the previous rounds probably getting to everybody’s heads and letting you carelessly make these decisions.

“Oh and rules-“ “RULES?!” Minho, Seungmin and Jisung cried out. “Guys it’s her body, she can make rules.” Felix interrupts their protests. “Thanks Lix,” You smile before continuing, “no touching…well to be more clear no touching me or yourselves…but I can touch you.”

“What?!” They all exclaimed in disappointment.

“It makes the game more interesting.” You shrug, spewing Minho’s previous words at them, the said boy shoots you a playful glare.

You glanced over at the digital clock that hung from the wall. 12:48.

Present

And well, that’s how you ended up here.

Your hand trails down your body stopping at your soaked panties before circling over your clit, toes curling at the feeling.

You stare up at the eight boys, their eyes dazed on your leaking cunt that stains your panties. You let out a moan as you hook your fingers around the material and slip it down your legs, exposing your now bare glistening cunt. You let a finger plunge into your heat, biting your lip. You lock eyes with Changbin, his knuckles gripping at his sweatpants, the outline of his cock bulging through the material. You bite your lip as you stare at his bulge.

The sound of a small whine prompts you to look over at another flustered and painfully hard boy. Jisung looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip is caught between his teeth. “Please, Y/N.”

“Well since you asked so nicely.” You coo, pulling your fingers out of your cunt and crawling ever so slowly towards the round cheeked boy. As you settle by his side, you purposefully arch your back and push your ass out so that the guys sitting criss crossed on the floor behind me have a nice view. You trail your fingers up his knee and towards his thigh

He shivered under your touch as you made your fingers dance along his inner thigh. A desperate whimper left his mouth as you pulled back teasingly and went back to your original spot on the shag carpet.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin breathed out, “you’re ethereal.” His usually perfectly sculpted face contoured into a needy look- yet through his desperation he still looked as beautiful as ever. You moan softly as his praise. “Oh, does our little slut like to be praised?” Minho said to your right, you turned to him and bit your lip, your legs instinctively closing as his degradation surged throughout your body. “Fuck and degration too.” Seungmin hums as your eyes trail to him.

The hot touch of a hand on your lower hips snapped you out of the trace that Seungmin had basically pulled you into. You look towards your right, and there Minho is, smirking as his hand squeezes at the curve of your ass. “Hey!” You slapped his hand away, “No touching!”

“You never said what would happen if we did though, kitten.” The stupid pet name had you squeezing your legs together even more, “Aw, such a filthy slut for us.”

“Shit he’s right,” Felix breathed out, “what happens if we do touch you?” Shit, you didn’t think this far ahead- fuck you don’t even remember what the prize of the bet was…or if there even was one. Why are you guys even doing this again? “Fuck,” Chan groans gently, “does this pretty little cunt of yours want to be filled, love?” You feel his rough hands cup your bare cunt, jerking at the sudden touch. “Y/N?” Jeongin’s soft voice cracked as he whined out your name. You hummed in response as you fought the urge to grind against Chan’s large hand. “Can we touch you now? Please.”

“Oh God,” You throw your head back with a moan as Chan teasingly slips a finger inside your glistening pussy, “fuck yes! Please Innie!”

With that Jeongin springs up to his feet and quickly makes his way towards you. At the corner of your eye, you see the other five move from their spot to get closer to you. “Fuck,” you moan, feeling Changbin’s hands run under your tshirt, lightly teasing your pebbled nipples, “why did we do this again?” A small chuckle resonated from Seungmin’s sweet lips, “Because you wanted to win a bet, right pup?”

You bite down on your lower lip, Jisung’s lips attaching themselves to your clit next to where Chan’s fingers are plummeted inside. Felix helps you out of your shirt as Hyunjin and Changbin each take one of your breasts into their mouth. It all happened so quickly and at the same time, you feel your climax nearing faster than ever. And just like that your release is stolen from you as the four boys pull away from your body. You whine out desperately, “I swear to fucking God if y’all do that again I’m leaving and finishing by myself!” You threaten, sitting up onto your knees.

“Okay, okay princess.” Jisung purrs as he tilts your head up by hooking his knuckle under your chin.

You whimper as he nears your face, “This okay?” you gulp and nod quickly and to that he just clicks his tongue, pulling back slightly. “Words babe.”

“Yes.” you sigh breathlessly, Jisung attaches his lips to yours ever so roughly, a pair of soft hands grab at your hips, placing you down onto their lap. Your legs slotted against your chest being held by the man whom you’re laying on, while the said man leaves butterfly kisses along the nape of your neck.

Chan slipped his fingers out of your cunt prompting you to whine but the feeling of something warm and wet poking at your clit causes the whine to turn into a gasp, Jisung takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Your thighs instinctively clench around the head that’s propped between them.

“So sweet.”

Jeongin muttered against your folds before slotting his tongue alongside it yet again. “Holy fuck Innie!” you throw your head back, lips detaching from Jisung’s, with an erotic moan, your head now resting on the shoulder of the man behind you. At this angle you catch a glimpse at the the man- fucking hell.

He sinks his teeth into your neck, though the action seems so rough he doesn’t bite down to the point where it hurts. “Fuck, keep her making those faces.” Felix bites his lip, his hand rubbing himself through his shorts. You whine, shutting your eyes as Jeongin continues to assault your throbbing cunt as Changbin moves into massage your breasts. “Look at you,” Minho purred into your ear as he started grinding his hardened cock against your ass, “being so obedient and submissive for everyone, just like the little slut you are.” You moan out at the overwhelming mixture of sensations; Hyunjin nibbling at your nipple, Jeongin’s tongue running up and down your folds, and Minho breathing dirty words into your ear while peppering your shoulder with kisses and love bites.

The cat eyed boy sneakily brings his hand to your cunt and smacks it slightly, not too hard but enough that it stung a little. “Fuck you,” you groan out as Minho massages your core, his fingers dipping further down towards where Jeongin’s face is buried. “No,” Minho tsked, “I’ll do the fucking.”

“Don’t be too rough on her Min.” Chan spoke, you glance over to him and he had his hand shoved down his pants. “She likes it.” Seungmin said confidently, “Right, whore?” You do nothing but whimper at his words meanwhile your body starts to shake slightly. “Answer with words pup.”

“God, fuck yes! I love it- please don’t stop.” You can feel Jeongin smirk against your heat.

Your eyes wandered to the boy next to Seungmin, his eyes stuck on mine as his pretty face scrunched up, his shorts rustling while his hand too was shoved inside, and his freckled cheeks flushed so very red. “Lix,” you gesture for him to move closer, almost immediately the freckled boy quickly rushed down from his spot on the couch and next to you on the floor. He looks at you with pleading eyes, “take it off.”

You grab at the hem of his shirt, he swiftly pulls it over his head awaiting your next instruction. You were about to ask him something but the feeling of a harsh bite on your inner thigh caused you to squeak out instead. Your head whips down to see Hyunjin licking at the skin he just bit. They’re moving so quickly you can barely keep up with who’s doing what.

“Can we fuck you already?” A voice said from your left, your head instinctively turning towards the source. Seungmin stared at you with prying eyes. “Kim Seungmin!” Chan lightly smacked his shoulder, “Let her choose, remember?” The oldest shakes his head at the younger. “Min,” You whimper from the stimulation. “Yeah?” Both Seungmin and Minho responded. “Lee.” Seungmin pouted as Minho leaned in closer, hooking his chin on your shoulder.

Though your senses are so overloaded, you snake your hands down the space between your bodies, shifting your hips up to grab at his hardened cock. Minho’s brows furrow as you stroke his clothed dick. “Desperate are we?” He smirks, “You want all eight of us tonight? Or just a few?” Chan questions, he’s so thoughtful and that makes your heart hammer in your chest. “All.”

”Fuck.” Each boy’s voice sounds throughout the room, they all stare at you with lust-filled eyes.

Your hand that’s still wrapped around Minho’s cock, begins pumping it. Minho hisses at the feeling, precum leaking from the tip. You tease his slit before shifting your hips in his lap. Lifting your hips, you grind down on his cock, your arousal coating his shaft.

“Oh, fucking hell.” Minho throws his head back erratically as his tip pokes at your clit, he could feel as you throbbed against him. He wanted nothing more than to slip inside you already. Unbeknownst to Minho, you gesture with your head for Hyunjin to move closer.

The taller boy obeys, moving into your space, sealing your lips against his. Hyunjin’s hands moved to your hips, gently- yet quickly- pushing you down onto Minho’s cock. Both you and Minho moan out as you clench around his girth.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so well, yeah slut.” Minho grunts before he slams his hips into you roughly, not even allowing you to adjust. “Min, not too rough.” Chan warned as you dug your nails into Hyunjin’s shoulder as he continued kissing you.

“Yeah, she’s still got all of us!” Jeongin whined from Chan’s left. You clench at Jeongin’s words, the thought of you having all eight of them tonight makes you spiral towards your climax. “Not yet kitten. Hold it off.” Minho snarled into your ear, his cock continuously hitting your gspot.

“Hyune.” You whined, reaching down to pump his cock, jerking him towards your pussy that is getting pounded into by Minho. “Shit, you want me too darling?” Hyunjin smirked, his eyes gazing down towards where you and Minho are connected, where you’re pulling him towards.

You hastily nod, nothing but whimpers and moans spilling out from your mouth. Hyunjin shoots Minho a look over your shoulder, the latter smirks at him, taking your thighs and pushing them farther back to give space to Hyunjin.

Hyunjin’s tip pokes at your entrance before he pushes in. The stretch didn’t hurt too bad, but it was enough for tears to prickle in your eyes. As Hyunjin and Minho fucked into you, tears finally fell, cascading down your cheeks from the mixture pleasure and pain.

“Aw, don’t cry bun.” You hear Changbin coo. The built man moving over to you, kissing the tear stains on your cheeks. “They making you feel that good?” He gives a sly raise of his brow, his bottom lips jutting out. “F-Fuck Binnie.” You moan, you can feel both Minho and Hyunjin twitching inside you.

A harsh slap stings on your ass as Minho rubs at the now red spot. “I’m so close princess, can I fill you up?” Hyunjin grunts against your neck. “Yes, God, please, Hyune.” Your body begins to shake as Hyunjin spills into you, Minho following close after at the feeling of your clenching and Hyunjin’s cum coating his cock.

Jisung pushes Changbin out of his way before helping you up off of Minho and Hyunjin’s sweaty bodies, greedily taking you towards the sofa, sitting down and playing you on his lap. Jisung’s cock slips in with ease after being stretched out by Minho and Hyunjin.

You melt into Jisung touch as his hands guide you to roll your hips. His hands make their way towards your ass, spreading your cheeks apart revealing your swollen cunt to the boys behind you.

“Fuck you’re so warm baby.” Jisung groans into your ear. Suddenly another pair of hands are on you, massaging at your hips before rutting his cock between your ass. “Can I have a turn hun?” You hear Felix hum behind you.

You turn your head and give him a weak smile as a go ahead. With that Felix slips his cock alongside Jisung’s, both boys moaning at the feeling. Having almost orgasmed earlier, you feel it build up quicker than last time. Your thighs began quaking as Jisung bucked his hips and Felix thrusted into you.

Your hands shoot up to Felix’s blonde hair, tugging at it when the two boys hit your gspot directly. Felix released a low whimper, “Darling please, I won’t- last long if you do that.” He stumbled over his words, his freckled cheeks a deep pink hue.

You decide to tease the boy, clenching down on his (and Jisung’s) cock, pulling at his hair. You feel as he twitched inside of you before unexpectedly releasing. The freckled boy’s face scrunched up in pleasure as he leaned his forehead against yours as Jisung thrusted into you a few more times before emptying himself into you as well.

“Holy shit.” Felix shook, biting his lower lip before slowing his thrusts, robbing you from your orgasm again. “Save it for me, yeah love?” You heard Chan chuckle to your right. You turn to look at him, flinching when Felix and Jisung ease out of your clenching cunt.

Jeongin helps you off of the other’s bodies. He holds you up when your legs threaten to give out on you. Holding you by the waist, his pretty brown eyes flicker down to your lips, hesitant to lean in. You chuckle before cupping his cheeks and pulling his lips towards yours.

Jeongin groans into the kiss as he grinds his clothed erection into your hips. He pulls away, an embarrassed flush taking over his cheeks. You chuckle before setting him on the sofa like the other had been previously positioned.

Throwing your legs around his lap, you straddled the flustered boy under you. “This okay Innie?” You asked, even though you’ve already crossed that friendship line with him having already eaten you out, you still wanted to make sure he was okay with this.

“Oh fuck yeah I’m okay.” Jeongin grinned, his hands immediately roaming your breasts, squeezing and massaging at the flesh. You hastily undo the zipper of his jeans before tugging his cock out of the slacks. Jeongin hissed at your touch.

Suddenly a hot sting spread through your ass. You whimpered at the slight pain, turning over to see Seungmin glaring down at you. “Bend.” Jeongin stared up at the elder and you in a daze. You leaned as much as you could onto Jeongin before another slap landed on your ass.

A moan echoing from your mouth. With you moaning into his ear, Jeongin grew impatient, grabbing his cock before pressing inside of you. The mixture of the slaps and Jeongin’s cock filling you up made your back arch.

Before you could even begin to process what was happening, Seungmin rammed his cock inside your sopping cunt. You practically scream from the sudden intrusion, nails digging into Jeongin’s shoulders.

The two youngest boys out of your friends absolutely railed you, both stopping whenever your moans would pitch and you would start squeezing their cocks uncontrollably. “Minnie, Innie- let me please, I’m so close.” You cried, that knot in your stomach so tight that it almost hurt.

“You think you deserve it, after driving us all into this stupid bet, you whore?” Seungmin snarled, grabbing your hair and pulling your head backwards, “Open.” You oblige, parting your lips, lolling your tongue out as you understood what the man was hinting at. Seungmin let a drop of saliva fall from his mouth and into yours before harshly pushing your head back towards Jeongin’s neck.

The two boys continued using your cunt until they were spurting out warm ropes into you. Yet again you were robbed from your orgasm as the two roughly filled up your cunt.

“Fuck, you did so well pup.” Seungmin panted against the nape of your neck, leaving a small kiss there before slipping out of your pussy. When you pulled away from Jeongin’s sweaty body, he stared up at you with a wide grin and a dazed look, he looked absolutely fucked out.

Changbin helps you off the boys before pushing Jeongin off the couch and getting comfortable in that same spot, pulling you onto his lap. “You wanna take a breather?” Chan asked, crouching down to your seated level. “No…just…please, I’m so close.”

Changbin chuckled from behind you, guiding you to straddle him in reverse. You sink onto Changbin’s thick cock, the built man’s hands flying to your tits, holding and squeezing them as they bounce with your movements.

You peer through your eyelashes, raising your brow at Chan, insinuating for him to hurry up and fuck you. The oldest of the eight chuckles before slipping his cock out of his pants. “Gonna fill you up so good, yeah baby?” He says before sliding right inside your stretched out pussy.

“Holy mother of fuck!” You cursed, the stretch of Changbin was already overwhelming- but now adding on Chan’s way above average length…you don’t think you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

Changbin thrusted harshly from underneath you, roughly pinching at your nipples. “Fuck bun, your squeezing us so much, might just bust right now.”

You loll your head back into his shoulder, “Bin…fuck- Binnie please.” You beg, your arms moving to tug at his wavy hair.

“Shit,” he huffed, his cock twitching inside you as he fastened his speed. Chan just watched as Changbin rammed into your cunt alongside his. The intense feeling of Changbin railing into you from underneath had you reeling, though the sudden circling of your clit made your orgasm finally hit you.

Liquid squirting out of you as you cried out, before Changbin released inside of you, Chan now picking up his pace, edging towards his climax.

“I know love, I’m sorry…just a few more.” Chan cooed as you whimpered from the overstimulation, he continued railing into you, not stopping when Changbin had pulled out of you.

Chan nuzzled his face into your neck, leaving kisses and sucking at the skin there. “Almost there love, gonna fill you up so good, yeah. You’ve been such a good girl for us.” His praise had you crying out, squeezing around his cock. At that Chan finally came, filling you up with his warm release.

Chan slowly eased out of you before gently moving you to lay on the less dirty part of the couch.

“Imma go get the towels.” A voice you’re not even sure who’s said. “I’ll get her some water.” Another stated.

Sometime later, Felix returned with some damp warm towels. As he wiped your lower region, you flinched at the sensitivity. “I’m sorry darling, almost done.”

A sudden hand gently raised your head from the back, supporting you to sit up. “You okay? We didn’t go too rough on you, right?” Seungmin asked as Minho handed you a glass of water. You took the glass with an appreciative smile.

“You guys were fine- oh.”

“Oh?” Hyunjin smiled in confusion. “The time.” You said pointing at the digital clock. 1:03. Exactly fifteen minutes.

“I win.” Some of the boys groaned while some chuckled, a bet is a bet after all.

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[i-dared-myself]

Relationship Headcanons

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: I don't have anything specific in mind, so you could do anything, really. General headcanons, how they catch feelings for reader (as I'm 4 years younger than all of them, I like to imagine that they would slowly catch feelings, after the reader was of age, obviously), how they confess, established relationship headcanons, fluff, hurt/comfort, even smut - I'd love to see it all!  Absolutely no pressure, though. I know you have other requests and probably other ideas to write, so, since this isn't a request and more of a brainrot, you don't have to rush to write anything for me!! Thanks for reading, I hope you have a very good day/night!

I have some THOUGHTS. Fair warning, this post just might be 2k words of me putting all of those thoughts into actual words. Might not make any sense to anyone except me.

•After about two years of you being friends with them, they realize they have feelings for you. It’s stupid, since they come to the realization when you smile at them.

•You simply smile, and about half of them swoon, while the other half are better at keeping their composure. As soon as you exit the room, they all panic and face each other to talk it about.

•Hyunjin is frantic and clawing at his hair, because what the FUCK. You’re annoying! You have terrible taste in books with those smutty novels, and why are you always tripping on air?!? How do you manage? But like… He wants to be the one to catch you when you stumble.

•Felix kinda knew for a while. He always got butterflies when your hands accidentally brushed. But knowing that the others liked you too? Especially when he liked them as well? It really was what did him in.

•Jisung is a nervous wreck. He’s so worried that you’ll catch on that it makes it very obvious. He thinks you know, so he’s trying to act like he doesn’t know that you know, but what if that means that you know he knows that you know? And what if-

•Chan is oblivious. He doesn’t even understand what the group is talking about until someone asks him if he’s okay with a poly relationship. Then it all clicks, and damn, he likes you. And he likes them?!?

•Minho had been waiting for a while. He knew that the others liked you, and he didn’t really understand why. Then he got sick and you checked in on him by text every hour or so, and he found himself waiting for your message with a stupid smile on his face.

•Jeongin knew when he first met you that you were perfect. Your smile makes him weak in the knees and your laugh makes his heart flutter (it’s not a heart condition, he’s checked).

•Seungmin also didn’t like you at first. The others gave you so much attention when you weren’t anything special. You couldn’t sing as well as him, nor could you dance at his level. He spent months figuring out what was unique about you, only for you to surprise him with his favourite snack for no reason. Just to make him happy?

•Changbin gets all giggly when you talk to him. He can’t help it. He just hopes he’s subtle (he’s not) and spends as much time with you as he can, just because it makes him happy.

•You like them, but don’t ever expect the feelings to be returned.

•You’re sitting on the couch, minding your own business one day, when Seungmin stretches out next to you. You ignore him and keep your attention on your phone, fighting down the butterflies in your stomach when his thigh brushed against yours.

•“Practise done for the day?” You try your best to keep your voice steady, especially when his throat flexes as he listens.

•He grins, and those damn butterflies are fluttering around inside you with a vengeance. “All done. Do you wanna come eat with us?”

•You accept eagerly. The group goes to a small restaurant and shares a single table. It’s cramped and you’re constantly getting elbowed in the ribs, but you love it.

•Everyone serves each other, telling stories of their day. Hyunjin suddenly leans over and swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, making your breath hitch.

•“You had something there,” he says simply, returning to his food. One side of his lips quirk up and he raises an eyebrow. “What’s with the face?”

•You huff and pick up your utensils again, shaking your head. “Nothing.”

•And Chan insists on paying, going so far as to pin you to his chest with one arm, using the other to tap his card. He whispers into your ear, “Nice try.”

•You stumble away, smacking his arm. You hope it isn’t obvious how flustered you are.

•And they bring you back to the dorms with them for a movie night. There isn’t enough room in the van, since someone came separately in an Uber.

•You’re placed into Felix’s lap, whose hands come to your waist to keep you steady. When the car bumps, he pulls you flush to him, arms tight around your torso.

•A movie is carefully selected after about twenty minutes of arguing. Everyone settles into their spots and you curl into a blanket.

•Jeongin whines about how he’s cold, so you invite him under with you. He dives into the blankets and pulls them up to chin-level.

•Changbin gives you some of his popcorn, although he insists on feeding it to you. He says it’s so you don’t have to take your hands out from the blankets.

•Eventually you get tired, and fall asleep with your head on Jisung’s shoulder. His entire face turns red, but you’re asleep and don’t catch it.

•But the others do.

•Minho sighs and is the first to speak. “Let’s just get it over with. We all know Jisung will give it away.”

•Jisung splutters in outrage, but the others all mutter agreements. This is it. They’re finally going to do it.

•So when you blearily blink yourself awake, they’re all staring at you. You scream and scramble away, because what if they’re trying to kill you?!?

•Chan steps forward, clearing his throat. “We like you. In a uh- In a romantic way.”

•You just stare at him for a moment before slowly nodding. “Right. Okay.”

•They sigh, realizing you don’t believe them. They then spend the next entire five minutes convincing you that they actually like you.

•When you return the confession, they all breathe out a sigh of relief.

•Minho isn’t obvious about his feelings while inside the relationship. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. It just means he’s not in your face about it. He shows affection through actions rather than words.

•He slips your favourite candy bar into your lunch kit before you go off to work. He lets you do his makeup, even though he barely tolerates the staff touching his face.

•Changbin is all about physical touch. He’s constantly giving you hugs. Sometimes he’ll sneak up behind you and throw you over his shoulder, only letting you go if you promise to give him a kiss.

•Or sometimes he’ll take someone else hostage, ransoming them off for an extra long cuddle session, or for you to sit on his lap while he works.

•Jisung is the needy boyfriend. We all know it. He’s affectionate and clingy, and oh-so-sweet. He’s always following after you or texting you at random times to get your opinion on a new shade of nail polish.

•Then he listens to your day as he paints your nails, humming along and gasping at the appropriate times.

•Felix sends you random pictures of himself. It’ll be him making a funny face, or a heart with his hands, or sometimes a mirror reflection with his sweatpants pulled down slightly while he’s not wearing a shirt.

•And whenever you send a silly face back, he saves it to his camera roll. He has a whole album dedicated to you.

•Seungmin adores being told how much you care about him. Sometimes the media overlooks him (a crime) and whenever you tell him how much he means to you, it melts his heart.

•Like if you turn to him on a random Tuesday and say that you love him, he’ll come close to crying. This man is in love with being loved.

•Hyunjin paints you. He’ll have you pose for him and will spend hours painting you. (You get tired of sitting there after about two minutes so he has a picture of you in the position he wants)

•He’s so shy about his work, but once everyone tells him how much he loves it, he hangs it on the walls. There’s a whole section of the house dedicated to his paintings.

•Jeongin is constantly asking if you would love him if he was a worm. Constantly. No matter how many times you answer, he will always pout and ask it again some other time.

•He’s always doing those relationship trends with you, whether it be over text or in person. He’ll even have the others film your reactions.

•Chan, after a long day of work, will come to you and just collapse into your lap. He’ll place his head in your lap and groan about how much work it is having seven kids.

•You’ll play with his hair, and once he rants for about three minutes, he’ll get all sheepish about talking about himself. So then you have to convince him that you love hearing him talk, no matter what it’s about.

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NSFW headcanons now, people. Look at the 18+ symbol.

Or like, if this isn’t your cup of tea, you’re welcome to leave. I won’t hold it against you. :D

•Jisung will honestly just tease you until you do something about it. He knows he’s a brat and he’s proud of it.

•The only way to deal with it is to overstimulate him. He’ll beg you to do it, even.

•He’s open to the idea of having sex with the others there, whether they watch or join in. But no one from outside the group. He only trusts the other members with you.

•He loooves edging. He especially likes it with a vibrator. On him or you, it doesn’t matter.

•Chan has the biggest breeding kink known to man. He enjoys filling you up until it’s leaking out of you, only for him to push it back in.

•The idea of putting his child into you, and having you waddle around makes him hard. Just the mental image of you swollen with his child, evidence of how you were his and he managed to do that.

•He also just enjoys missionary. He likes being able to see your pretty face as you cum. He coos soft words to you as you orgasm.

•Jeongin adores it when you take his cock into your mouth. He squirms around when it hits your throat, and it’s so warm and wet and just-

•He likes it a lot. He also likes role playing. He was terrible at the start, but he quickly warmed up to it.

•His particular favourites are when you just surprise him with it. They make him gasp in surprise before he throws himself into it.

•Minho is such a sadist. He likes slapping your face. He loves spanking you. He wants to make you cry.

•But he’s such a sweetheart at the same time. He loves praising you when you take all of his dick, calling you his good little darling.

•And sometimes, if you’re good, he’ll let you ride him. You thank him for it, and then he has you do all the work. He laughs as you beg him for something more before flipping you over and actually fucking you.

•Changbin likes manhandling you. He likes being able to throw you across the bed before forcing your thighs open.

•Likes it when you warm his cock. He has you sit there as he works, scolding you every time you try to grind down on him.

•He really enjoys it when he can keep you in place on his cock. No matter how much you to try wiggle to get friction, he keeps you stationary. “Nice try, though,” he’ll always tell you.

•Hyunjin likes degrading you maybe just a little bit. Have you seen how he’s always looking at people in disgust? He’ll call you pathetic with zeros regrets.

•Enjoys coming up with random ‘rules’ just so he can punish you for it. They usually entail him tying you to a chair and touching himself, making you watch.

•But the moment you have enough, he’s the perfect sub (if you ignore the back-talk).

•Seungmin is a switch. When he subs, he’s such a brat. He’s sassy and refuses to do a thing you tell him. When he’s a dom he’s a brat tamer.

•He doesn’t care if it’s ironic. He’ll fuck you stupid if you mention anything about it.

•He loves dumbification. Either way. It just makes him brain short-circuit and his dick throb.

•Felix likes it from the back. Taking you from behind is his absolute favourite. Bends you over the counter and has his way with you.

•But so soft. King of aftercare. Gets you anything you could possibly ask for.

•Will buy you fancy heels just so he can fuck you in them. Dresses you up. He takes you shopping and spoils you senseless to make up for what he’ll do to you later.

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[skzstoryvault]

A Cloud with Legs

Starring: Hyunjin Summary:  One day when you were five, you met a boy who was drawing alone in the sand. Twenty years later, he decided all his drawings are for you. Warnings: sappy, sappy stuff. Tags: gender neutral reader, childhood best friends to lovers, teary reunion. clumsiness.

Note: A day will come when the courage of men fails - wait, no, hold up, Aragorn. I mean, a day will come when I can crank out my smutty stories again, but right now I am in my romantic phase and I fully blame one Hyunjin for it. I might write a couple more stories on the same topic, simply because it feels so good to imagine being close to Hyunjin as a friend, so close that it feels safe to move on to another kind of closer. Rating: 16+

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You met him in a garden, one of those early spring afternoons that smelled like possibility.

He was five. So were you.

It was someone else’s birthday party, full of sugar-smeared faces and loud music, but he’d wandered off, quiet and distant, to a patch of sun-dappled grass beneath a blooming camellia. He wasn’t playing. Just dragging a stick through the dirt, drawing something — a dragon, he said.

You sat beside him, knees knocking.

“It looks like a cloud with legs,” you told him honestly.

He’d blinked at you, then laughed — a startled, delighted sound that filled your whole chest. You didn’t know then what it meant, but something had clicked into place. You became his person. And he became yours.

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For years, you were the only one who knew how deeply he felt things. Not just sadness, but beauty. In shadows and stray cats. In dance. In art. In everything.

Other kids found him too intense. Too emotional. Too weird, sometimes. But not you. You made space for the parts of him that didn’t fit elsewhere. He gave you his trust in pieces—quiet conversations, shared snacks, doodles with your names entwined in the margins. You gave him your entire heart before you even knew what that meant.

By the time he was scouted, you were already part of his bones.

He almost didn’t audition. He told you he was scared. Of being seen too much. Of being loved for the wrong things.

But you said, “If they see even a part of you, they'll be lucky.”

So he went.

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And then it started.

You watched him disappear into the machine — the long nights, the aching limbs, the masks they made him wear.

You watched him debut.

Suddenly, Hyunjin belonged to everyone.

You watched fans fall in love with his face, his voice, the way he moved like silk and lightning. The world wanted him. Needed him. But as he got brighter, you saw something dim in his eyes.

He stopped texting back right away. Not out of neglect, but exhaustion. Or confusion.

He’d call you late, after schedules. You’d ask how he was.

“I’m okay,” he’d always say, too fast.

But then there were nights he didn’t hang up. He’d just breathe into the phone while you listened to the silence between his thoughts.

“I don’t know who I’m supposed to be,” he whispered once.

“You’re Hyunjin,” you’d answered. “And that’s enough.”

But still, you felt him slipping. Like a painting you couldn’t touch anymore.

And then—you left. School. Abroad. A chance you couldn’t say no to. He didn’t stop you. He didn’t cry. He just hugged you too tight and said, “Write to me.”

You did. At first. Then life happened. Weeks turned into months.

And without you, he hardened.

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He learned how to pose just right. How to smile when he felt hollow. How to nod through interviews and brush off invasive questions with laughter that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

He had his members. They loved him — deeply, truly. But even they didn’t get to see the boy under the glamour. The one who cried at things he remembered. The one who danced not for applause, but because it was the only thing that ever made him feel real.

He told himself he was fine. Until the nights when he wasn't.

There were times he’d stare at the city skyline from his dorm room, lips parted like he might speak your name just to hear it in the dark. But he never did.

Instead, he painted you. In sketches. In dreams. Always just out of reach.

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And now — years later — you're back.

You’re older. Wiser, maybe. Looking more put together in cashmere turtlenecks and two piece suits. But still yourself. Still his in some impossible way.

You don’t plan on seeing him. It doesn’t seem fair. You’re not sure if he even thinks of you anymore.

But Seoul is small when fate has an agenda.

It happens on a gray afternoon in Hongdae. You’re tucked under a shop’s awning as a soft drizzle falls. Your umbrella broke. You're shivering. Late. Lost in thought.

And then— "…No."

The voice is hoarse. Familiar. A bit nasal. Your name, spoken like a prayer and a curse all at once.

You look up.

He’s standing there, across the narrow street, soaked and breathless. His hoodie clings to his frame. His lips are parted like he can’t believe you’re real.

And then he’s moving.

He doesn’t stop to speak. He just pulls you into his arms so fast, you barely catch your breath. His grip is desperate, full-body, crushing. You feel him tremble.

His face burrows into your neck. You hear it before you feel it — a broken sound, something like a sob strangled in his throat.

“Hyunjin,” you whisper, stunned, arms rising to hold him. He winces and snuffles into your shoulder. “So cruel! You hate me now?” “Sorry, sorry Jinnie. I thought… I’m no longer allowed that close.” You say, doubt in your voice.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t let go. He shakes his head like he’s trying to wake up and pulls you in even close, like he’s trying to hide you in his chest.

“I thought I was okay,” he says, voice muffled against your skin. “I thought I didn’t need you anymore. But I was wrong. I’ve been living without my heart.”

He pulls back, just enough to look at you. His eyes — still so full of light, even through tears — search your face like he's afraid you’ll vanish.

“I didn’t know how much I missed you until I saw you again. And now—now I can’t pretend anymore.”

Your breath hitches. You can’t find words.

“I know it’s crazy,” he says, voice shaking. “I’m... public now. Messy. I don’t even know what I’d ask of you. But I—God, I love you. I have. Since we were five.”

His chest rises and falls like he’s just leapt off a ledge.

“I don’t know if you love me back. Or if it’s worth it. But I had to tell you. Because not saying it hurts more than anything else ever could.”

You step closer. Your hand lifts to cup his jaw, damp with rain and tears. His eyes flutter shut under your touch.

“I never stopped,” you whisper.

His eyes open. And you’re close. So close your breath mingles.

Then — as if the years never happened — he kisses you.

Not carefully. Not politely.

But like a dam breaking.

Like finding home again.

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Later, in the quiet of his apartment, you lie tangled on his couch, limbs entwined. He brushes your hair back, kisses your collarbone like he’s writing his name there.

You ask if he’s afraid.

“Terrified,” he says, lips brushing your shoulder. “But if I lose you again, I won’t survive it.”

You look at him — really look.

And you say, “Then don’t.”

And he doesn’t.

Not ever again.

You don’t mean to stay the night.

You’re still in your rain-damp clothes. Still shaking from the kiss outside. Still unsure if this is real or some memory your heart conjured just to survive.

But Hyunjin won’t let go of your hand.

Not even when you step inside his apartment and instinctively move to take your shoes off. His fingers are still laced with yours like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he blinks. He’s quieter now, the intensity of the street moment replaced by a soft, trembling kind of presence.

He sits on the couch beside you. Legs drawn up. Hair drying in wild waves around his face.

You expect him to say something poetic, something grand.

But instead, he whispers, “Can I—can I just… sit here with you?”

So you do.

You sit there, side by side in the quiet, your thighs touching. And you breathe. For the first time in a long time, it feels like enough.

Then, somewhere between midnight and dawn, the dam breaks.

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“I didn’t know how to be happy,” he says, voice rough from use and silence. “When you were gone, I mean.”

He turns his head, looks at you sideways. “They say I’m successful. That I’ve made it. And sometimes I believe them. But… most days, I feel like I’m performing even when I’m alone.”

You swallow hard. Your thumb traces the line of his knuckle. “You always gave too much of yourself away.”

“I didn’t know how else to survive it,” he admits.

You talk for hours like that — not rushing, not hiding. It’s like unwrapping wounds you both forgot you had. A slow, quiet unveiling of years spent misunderstood.

He tells you about crying in dressing rooms. About smiling through panic attacks. About pretending every fan’s love was enough to fill the hollow your absence left behind.

You tell him how empty the world felt without him in it. How no one else saw you, not really. How you’d stare at his pictures online and feel both proud and sick with longing, because the boy you knew was there, but caged. How, other times, you’d despair and tell yourself the Hyunjin you knew was gone, crushed in the fame machine.

At some point, he curls into you — his cheek pressed to your thigh as you sit cross-legged — and just breathes. His arms wrap around your waist like you’re the gravity that finally brought him back to earth.

“I feel like I’m dreaming,” he murmurs.

“You’re not.”

“But what if I mess this up?” he says, voice cracking. “What if I… damage you?”

You touch his hair, thread your fingers through the golden-brown strands still damp from earlier rain. “Then we figure it out. Slowly. Together.”

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By the time the sun starts to rise, neither of you have slept.

You’re both lying on the floor now, a blanket beneath you, limbs half-tangled, cheeks flushed from shared laughter and too many confessions.

He’s on his side, facing you, blinking slowly as the first light spills through the window.

“You’re still so beautiful,” he says, like it hurts. “Too beautiful, it messes with my mind.” 

You laugh softly. “You’re one to talk. And still so, so dramatic.”

He hides his face in your arm with a groan. “You’re mean.”

“And you love it.”

“I do,” he admits, muffled. “God, I do.”

He lifts his head slowly. The light catches his face—his eyes swollen from emotion, lips chapped, hair a wild halo.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admits, voice trembling. “I want to kiss you. I want to touch you. But I’m scared if I do it wrong, it’ll feel off and drive you away from me forever. And this... this is right. This is you.”

You lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth, so gently it feels like a promise.

“You can’t do it wrong,” you whisper. “We have forever to get it right.”

That makes something in him break in the best way. His eyes fill again — soft, helpless tears — and he kisses you with the weight of all the years he couldn’t. His lips caress yours before his tears can stain your cheeks. It’s messy. A little awkward. Teeth bump. His hand fumbles at your jaw before settling, warm and trembling.

But it's perfect.

It’s real.

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You don’t rush.

You guide him gently. “Here,” you say, moving his hand. “Slower.” And he listens like he’s learning a sacred language.

There’s laughter, breathless and shy, when his hoodie gets stuck over his head and you help him tug it off, both of you grinning like kids again.

There’s reverence when he touches your bare skin for the first time, his fingers hesitant, his voice breaking: “You’re so soft. I—Is this okay?”

You nod. You kiss his knuckles. You tell him, “Everything about you is okay.”

He worships you with his whole body. Not out of lust alone — but devotion. The kind of love that’s patient. That doesn’t need to rush to the finish. The kind that just wants to be here. With you. Inside of the moment you’ve both waited a lifetime for.

And when you finally fit together, slow and clumsy, he breathes out your name like a prayer.

You don’t hide. There’s no darkness to tuck yourselves into.

The sun is up now — warm and golden, filling the apartment.

You make love in full daylight, everything visible, nothing veiled.

And afterward, your legs tangled together, your breaths syncing like waves, he strokes your spine with lazy fingers.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs.

“You do,” you say simply. “You always have.”

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You fall asleep like that — in the light, in each other’s arms, no lies left between you.

And when you wake, sometime mid-morning, Hyunjin is watching you with the softest smile.

“Hey,” he whispers. “Stay. Please.”

You press your forehead to his.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

And you mean it.

Because this time, you’re home. And so is he.

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You notice it that morning — the shift.

Hyunjin has always moved with purpose, even in rest. But today, he’s fidgeting.

He’s dressed simply — soft oversized sweater, silver rings on his long fingers, hair pushed behind his ears. But he keeps adjusting things. Tugging at the hem of his sleeves. Bouncing his knee.

You’re sitting at his kitchen counter, sipping tea he made for you. His apartment still smells faintly like you. Like you two. The night still hums in the space between your bodies.

“Hyune,” you ask gently. “What is it?”

He stops pacing.

Then sighs. Runs both hands through his hair, eyes wide like a cornered cat.

“I want them to meet you.”

Your heart skips.

“Your members?” you ask, though you already know.

He nods. “They’re my family. And I—I want you to be part of that too.”

You stand, walk over. Place your hand over his chest. His heart is pounding.

“Then let’s go.”

He blinks. “Just like that?”

“You love me. I love you. They love you. I’m not scared.”

“But I am,” he says quietly. “Because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and if they don’t like you, or they think we’re moving too fast, or—”

“Hyunjin,” you interrupt, cupping his jaw, “if they don’t like me, that’s their loss. But I know they will. Because I love you like they love you. And I know how much they mean to you. I’m not here to compete. I’m here to add.”

That silences him. Something in his throat moves. He swallows hard. And then he kisses you — brief, tender, forehead pressed to yours.

“Okay,” he breathes. “Okay. Let’s go.”

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The dorm is warm and loud even before you knock.

You hear voices — laughter, something clattering in the kitchen. And then the door swings open.

Lee Know stands there, a wooden spoon in hand. His eyebrow arches when he sees you.

You half expect a challenge.

But his mouth softens. “Oh,” he says. “So this is the one.”

You don’t have time to wonder what that means — because Hyunjin is already dragging you inside, fingers clenched tightly in yours like a lifeline.

“Guys,” he calls out, voice a little higher than usual. “Uh. Can I…? I need to introduce someone.”

They all come out.

Bang Chan, kind-eyed and already smiling. Han, who does a double take before grinning like he’s won a bet. Felix, who claps his hands and bounces on his toes. Seungmin, who squints at you like he’s assessing a museum piece. Changbin, who gives Hyunjin a look that’s 80% teasing and 20% something softer. And I.N, who just gasps and goes, “FINALLY. Well done, hyung.”

It’s overwhelming, but not in a bad way. Like walking into a room full of older brothers you didn’t know you had.

Hyunjin is visibly vibrating.

“I—this is…” he stammers. “They are mine.” Then winces. “I mean—my person. My—We’re a thing. We are the  thing. From before. Since forever. I—”

You touch his back.

He exhales, steadies himself.

“I love them,” he finishes, quietly. “They’re the best part of my life. And I want them in this part, too.”

There’s a pause.

Then Bang Chan steps forward first. He holds out his hand, but there’s warmth in his eyes — deep, paternal.

“Welcome,” he says. “If Hyunjin trusts you, we trust you.”

Felix hugs you next, without asking. “He never shuts up about you. You were always a myth to us.”

Changbin laughs. “He once cried at dinner talking about how you made him soup when he had the flu in middle school. So yeah. We’ve all kinda been rooting for this.”

You laugh with them — but when you look at Hyunjin, he’s quiet again. Watching you, shoulders hunched, waiting.

You walk back to him. You take both his hands.

And in front of them all, you kiss his cheek.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

His whole body softens. He turns his face into your palm and exhales. His friends see it too — the way you settle him, anchor him. Something unspoken passes between the members, a shared understanding.

Love like this? It's rare.

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Later, as everyone eats together and stories fly around the room, Hyunjin sits beside you, one hand always on you — your back, your knee, your hand under the table.

He leans in, lips brushing your temple.

“They like you,” he whispers.

“I like them.”

He smiles, eyes shining. “I feel… full. For the first time in years. Like all my worlds finally live in the same place.”

You kiss his jaw. “You’ve always deserved that.”

And in a room full of warmth, food, and found family, Hyunjin rests his head on your shoulder and breathes you in.

For once, nothing is missing.

He has his family.

He has his heart.

And he has you.

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It's after the dorm visit, after a quiet dinner back at his apartment where you both kept smiling for no reason other than this is real now. He’s different tonight — less fidgety, more solemn. Like something's been building in his chest, and he's finally ready to let it rise.

He disappears for a minute while you’re curled up on his couch, blanket around your legs, fingers cradling a warm mug. When he returns, he’s carrying a heavy leather sketchbook, and something even more fragile in his eyes.

“I’ve never shown anyone this,” he says, sitting beside you, holding it on his lap like it’s made of glass. “Not even the guys.”

Your heart slows with gravity. You reach out and rest your hand over his.

“I want to see.”

He opens it.

The first page is a pencil sketch of a figure in a garden. You know that moment — it's the birthday party where you met, five years old and barefoot, his curls wild and your cheeks sticky with icing.

“I don’t remember all the details,” he murmurs. “But I remember you smiled at me like I wasn’t too much.”

Page after page, he takes you through your own mythology — drawn from memory and longing. You see yourself at ten, at sixteen, laughing at something off-page. You see your own hands holding sunflowers, your eyes watching the sky. There are entire pages of nothing but your silhouette from behind — sitting, walking, waiting.

Each one aches with missing.

“I used to draw you when I was overseas, when I couldn’t sleep,” he says. “It was the only thing that made me feel like I hadn’t lost you completely.”

He flips to a page halfway through the book. It’s a messier drawing — charcoal and ink — a city street at night. He gestures at it.

“This,” he says, “was the night I wrote ‘So Good’.”

You blink.

“The viral hit song?”

He nods. “It was a bad week. Schedules were endless, I was exhausted, and... it hit me that if I bumped into you on the street, I might not even recognize you. That maybe you’d moved on, forgotten me. But I couldn’t bear the weight of that thought, so I tried to flip it. I imagined meeting you again. Just—randomly. No pain. Just... joy.”

He’s quiet for a moment, eyes far away.

“I pictured grabbing your hand, dragging you all over town. Dessert cafés, weird fusion restaurants, trashy convenience store ramen. Trying everything. Laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to write that feeling. To pretend, even for three minutes, that life could be so good again.”

You feel tears build, thick and warm.

“And,” he adds, voice cracking, “I wanted Stay to feel it too. Even if I couldn’t have you, I wanted them to have happiness. I wanted someone, somewhere, to believe life could still surprise them with something sweet.”

You wipe your cheek with the back of your hand.

“Hyunjin... you gave all your joy away.”

He looks down, ashamed. “It was the only thing I had left.”

You set your mug aside and take the sketchbook from his lap. Set it gently on the table. Then you reach for him, both hands on either side of his face.

“You don’t have to give it away anymore. I’m here now. I want to build joy with you.”

He lets out a breath that sounds like surrender. Then buries his face against your neck, arms tight around your waist.

“I was so scared,” he whispers. “That I was too late. That I’d made art out of a ghost.”

You hold him. Rock him slightly, like you’re grounding him back into his body.

“I’m not a ghost,” you say. “I never left you. I was always carrying you too. In little memories. In songs I couldn’t listen to. In cities that didn’t have your laugh in them.”

He lifts his head. There’s something undone in his face, something new — not longing, but belonging.

“I wrote you into everything,” he says. “And now I want to write you into this. Into my present. Into my future.”

You lean in and kiss him — soft, slow, no ache this time.

And when you pull back, you say, “Then start now.”

He grabs a pencil from the floor, rips a fresh page from the back of the sketchbook, and without looking down, begins to sketch.

You laugh. “What are you doing?”

He grins.

“Drawing the first moment I ever believed I could be happy again.”

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You wake up tangled in the morning, in sheets that smell like warmth and cinnamon, to the softest version of Hyunjin — hoodie half-zipped, sleep lines on his cheek, hair a lazy waterfall of silk down his back. He’s standing by the window, phone in hand, humming to himself.

You rub your eyes. “What time is it?”

“Late enough to be free,” he grins, and walks over, climbs into bed like it’s gravity pulling him back to you. “I cleared the day. No rehearsals. No shoots. Just us.”

“Us,” you repeat, sleep-drunk and smiling. “And what do we do with us?”

His eyes sparkle.

“We do the trip.”

You blink. “The—what?”

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The day starts with pastries from a tiny café in Seongsu — one with a lavender door and desserts that look like miniature art pieces. You each order something too sweet and unpronounceable and sit on the sidewalk curb like teenagers, knees bumping as powdered sugar drips onto your fingers.

Hyunjin feeds you a bite of his pastry, and you laugh so hard when the cream smears on your nose that you nearly choke. He kisses it off without a word, then giggles into your mouth like he can’t believe he’s allowed to do that now.

Next stop: coffee. But not just any coffee. Ridiculous, experimental ones — rose petal lattes, tiramisu espressos, iced black with lemon and glitter dust. You both pretend to be connoisseurs, rating them like wine.

“This one tastes like heartbreak at a perfume counter,” you say, after a sip.

“This one is what regret would drink if it was glamorous,” Hyunjin declares, swishing it like a sommelier.

You make each other laugh so hard, the barista gives you two extra biscotti on the house and mutters, “Just for being cute.”

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As the sun starts to lower, you wander into a side street and find a tiny food cart with steaming tteokbokki. The ajumma running it recognizes Hyunjin almost instantly — eyes widening, hand flying to her mouth — but then she spots you beside him, and something in her expression shifts.

She says nothing, only gives him the biggest serving.

He thanks her with a low bow, then turns to you, holding out chopsticks like a prize. “The final boss,” he says solemnly. “Spicy, messy, no napkins.”

You grin. “You’re on.”

You eat standing, laughing between bites, sauce on your lips, your fingers red and sticky, his hoodie cuff somehow stained. And still — he’s never looked happier.

People pass by. Some double-take. A few recognize him. One girl whispers, “Hyunjin?” in awe. He gives a polite nod, but his eyes are only on you.

“Does it bother you?” he asks later, when you’re walking along the river, shoes in hand.

You look at him. The face people worship, softened now by the golden blur of sunset.

“Being seen with you?” you ask. “Not even a little.”

He stops walking.

You stop with him.

“I used to dream about this day,” he says. “And it always ended bittersweet. I’d imagine it perfectly — then remember I’d wake up alone. That it wasn’t real.”

You step closer.

“It is now.”

“I know,” he breathes, and takes your face in his hands like a man anchoring himself to something holy. “But every time I look at you, I still have to fight the instinct to memorize you. Like I’ll blink and lose it all again.”

You touch his chest. His heartbeat is fast.

“Then memorize me,” you say. “But only so you can tell me all the details when we’re eighty.”

He laughs. It cracks through him — bright and reckless.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmurs.

“And you’re overdue for everything good.”

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Later, the moon is up, and the streets are quieter. You lie side by side on a picnic blanket you picked up impulsively, under fairy lights in a hidden park neither of you had ever noticed before.

Hyunjin’s hand finds yours.

“I spent years trying to write joy from pain,” he says softly. “But this… this is what joy actually feels like.”

You nod.

“Messy. Loud. Sweet. Shared.”

He turns on his side, props his head on his hand.

“Promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“When it stops being new… when the sparkle fades and we’re just two people arguing about laundry… promise me we’ll still do this sometimes.”

“This?”

“This,” he says. “Food and laughter and streetlights. Kisses with sauce still on our lips. Choosing sweetness. Even when we’re tired. Especially then.”

You lean in and kiss him.

He tastes like sticky sugar and spiced glaze and the kind of forever you don’t need to write songs about — because you’re living it.

“I promise.”

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[skzthelomlhehe]

Saaauuurrr I've been having a lot of ideas about fluff + smut plots for fanfics. So I thought, "why not make a seperate series for detailed oneshot and just smutty oneshot? 🤔" So yeah!! For now I'm gonna focus on more detailed oneshots which I think people might like sooo let me know what you guys think! I usually write stray kids but I'm up for any requests :3

total masterlist

Stray Kids

Bang chan:

A lustful Collab

Lee know:

Bestie's Hot cousin

Changbin:

Gym instructor (coming soon)

Hyunjin:

Paint me in your colours (coming soon)

Han Jisung:

Let's have a rap battle... But in bed (coming soon)

Felix:

Model's favourite dresser (coming soon)

Seungmin:

Puppy for a walk (coming soon)

Jeongin:

His Hallucination (coming soon)

[ihave-atummyache]

a couple of friends

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: there is a thin line between being just friends and being something more. what blurs this line?

18+ !! gets a lil smutty in one of them but nothing too detailed.

-OT8

4.5k words

sorry for how angsty lee know’s is D:

Bang Chan: holding hands.

“Ugh. I’m getting hot,” You complain, your skin was getting sweaty, causing sand to stick to you. You hear Chan beside you chuckle before getting up and standing in front of you.

“That’s why there’s a whole ocean to cool off in!” He smiles at you and you look behind him. The water really did look quite appealing in this moment.

And so did he. He was stood in front of you in just some swim trunks and sunglasses. He looks stunning against the back drop of the beach and you bite your lip at the sight.

He reaches his hands out to you and you hesitantly accept them as he pulls you to your feet.

"Channie..." you complain but he cuts you off with a finger to your lips, releasing one of your hands but slotting his fingers between yours in the other.

"Aht aht! I don't want to hear the complaints. You just said you were hot so now we have to go in the water!" He tries to reason and you shake your head with a smile.

"This isn't really an 'in the water' bathing suit though," you try to reason, motioning to your skimpy bathing suit. You try to drop back down onto the towel and he tightens his grip on your hand, preventing you from sitting.

"Come on," he starts pulling you towards the water and you laugh behind him as he speeds up.

"Okay! But if I lose a nipple, it's your fault!!" you say from behind him and he chuckles, turning his head towards you.

"I don't think it would be the end of the world for me," he winks and you feel the warm water on your feet a few seconds later.

"Are those two finally together or what?" Seungmin questions as he plops down on your towel next to Felix. Felix shakes his head, catching the attention of Changbin.

"Really?! I'm not sitting here holding hands with my homies," Changbin speaks up and Felix turns his attention to him.

"You literally hold hands with Minho hyung at every chance you get," he says which causes Seungmin to laugh.

"Well that's different. I'm not hoplessly in love with Minho like Chan is with y/n," the three laugh at you and their leader's relationship.

The two of you couldn't care less, well at least you couldn’t. You were perfectly content with this weird flirty energy between the two of you for now, although Chan couldn't completely agree with you.

He wants you to be his, but he doesn't want to rush anything so when he feels an overwhelming urge to kiss you or tell you he loves you, he instead interlaces your fingers to keep himself sane.

Lee Know: hooking up

You always get into your thoughts when you and Minho have sex. It isn't the first time and surely won't be the last but you always find yourself wanting to stop in the middle. Not because you aren't enjoying yourself (because you both know you are) but because reality sets in and it all feels too real.

You want to say you regret making this stupid arrangement with someone you were so close to, but that would be a lie. You were both so sexually frustrated and you proposed the idea of being fuck buddies, half as a joke, but Minho practically jumped at the opportunity.

You have known each other for a while and he felt completely comfortable around you. It was a much better arrangement than hooking up with a stranger and potentially having them ruin his career or life in anyway.

This time, you are in missionary, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pumps in and out of you. Your eyes roll back into your head as his pelvis makes contact with your clit, sending you into even more intense pleasure than previously.

"Look at me, darling," the nickname flows off of his lips and your eyes snap open at the command, immediately meeting his. The nickname makes your stomach fill with butterflies and you want to cry on the spot.

His eyes leave yours for a second, glancing at your lips then back up to your eyes. A rule that you and your best friend had come up with when this agreement began was absolutely no kissing. It would make things too intimate between the two of you.

Which is extremely ironic seeing as you rip each other's clothes off at every second you get. Can it get more intimate then that?

"Stop." you breathe out and he doesn't hesitate to stop at all, his face immediately turns to one of confusion and concern.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? What's wrong?" he questions and studies your eyes as they fill with tears.

"Baby, are you crying?" You shake your head but your body betrays you as the tears stream down your face. The nickname does not help to ease the internal conflict. You had never cried in front of Minho so he is frozen, unsure of exactly what to do.

"Don't, Minho. Please just...don't," the hot tears stream down your face and you push him off of you, suddenly feeling much too exposed and too vulnerable in your naked state. You quickly grab a t-shirt off the ground that happened to be his and pull it over your head to cover yourself.

You go to stand but suddenly Minho's arms are around you, pulling your back flush to his chest and that's all it takes the the sobs to start racking through your body.

You are so hopelessly in love with your best friend and want nothing more than to hold him, cherish him, love him, and as far as you know, he only wants your body.

Changbin: going on dates

Your text tone rings through the room and you glance over to see a text from Changbin.

'wyd tonight?' it reads and you sit down your book, using both of your hands to type back.

'nothing. just chilling. whats up?' you reply and he quickly types a reply, your text chime going off before you can even pick your book back up.

'now you have plans! dress nice and lets go to that new italian restaurant that just opened' you smile at the text. He never actually asks you to go any where with him. He kind of just tells you what you are going to be doing later and you roll with it.

'pick me up at 7?' you reply, giving yourself an hour and a half to get ready. he likes the message and sends back a quick ‘making the reservation now’ so you head to your room to change and clean yourself up a bit to go on your date to hang out with Changbin.

You settle on a an emerald green, off the shoulder dress. It reflects in the light and is slightly glittery. Changbin also has made comments in the past about how he loves your shoulders so you figure you would give him a little show.

You slip on a thin gold necklace with a small heart pendant and a few gold bracelets, keeping the outfit relatively simple. You slick your hair away from your face and throw on a simple makeup, really just brightening up your features to make it look like you put some effort in.

You look at yourself in the mirror and smooth down your dress a few times before you hear a knock at your door. You glance over at your clock, he is 30 minutes early, very like him.

"Come in!" You call from the doorway of your room before heading back in to put finishing touches on. You hear the code being beeped into your door and soon you hear Changbin kicking his shoes off by the door.

You glance in the mirror one more time before walking out to the living room, where you assume he would be. However, he isn't. Instead, you hear commotion in the kitchen and enter, seeing the back of your friend's head.

"Hi, Binnie," he jumps slightly at your voice and turns to you, "Hi, you look gorgeous," his eyes rake your body and try to do the same but his hands catch your eyes.

He is holding a vase with a bouquet of a combination of your favorite flowers. He had found the vase in your cabinet and put the flowers in while you finished getting ready. He sets the vase down on your island and walks towards you.

He had on all black, a dress shirt and suit jacket with matching slacks. He looks clean and so very handsome.

"How did I get such a pretty best friend?" he questions and reaches out, pinching your cheek. Your heart strains and you feel like you could be sick.

'Best friend'. You almost forgot that you were the one hopelessly in love with your best friend. But if he wasn't in love with you, why would he insist on bringing you on all these dates and not one of his other friends? You can’t help but hold onto the sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same.

Hyunjin: give each other cute nicknames

You were sitting with your back to the entrance waiting on a few of your friends to arrive at the coffee shop you and your best friend were at. It was a large group of friends but the only friend on your mind was Hyunjin. You love your other friends, don’t get me wrong, but Hyunjin just sent your head spinning every time you had a conversation or laid eyes on him.

He was everything you could ever want. He is kind, caring, emotionally competent, and he is so gentle with you. Not to mention he is quite literally the most handsome man you have ever laid eyes on.

"No! I disagree," your best friend sitting across from you speaks up, snapping you out of your thoughts. You had drifted off into your own thoughts about Hyunjin again and forgotten what the conversation was about.

You blink at your best friend a few times and she rolls her eyes, "Daydreaming about Hwang Hyunjin again?" she smirks and you roll your eyes in response.

"Never," you insist

"Always," she counters and before you can say anything else, the bell to the shop's entrance rings. You turn around and your group of friends is walking in, all boys and, of course, Hyunjin.

"Hi, beautiful," Hyunjin slides into the booth next to you before anyone else can and quickly makes his arm comfortable along the top of the booth behind you. His warmth surrounds you and your breath hitches in your throat.

You don’t resist the urge to lean into him a bit and pat his thigh gently a few times under the table.

"Hello, my prince," you tease back, letting out a new nickname that you hadn't used yet. You let out a laugh at his shocked expression. He turns back to the group, his side profile exposed to you and you see the small smirk forming.

"My prince..." he breathes out, quietly and you nudge him, turning back to the conversation at the table.

“You can’t say things like that to me, princess,” he mirrors your nickname, leaning in to whisper in your ear and you smile.

“You like being a prince?” you inquire quietly turning to face him again

“No. I like being yours,” he says, seriously while holding eye contact with you. You blink a few times then turn to your best friend across from you when she clears her throat.

"Nice of you two to stop flirting and join the conversation," your best friend comments and you kick her under the table gently.

"We weren't flirting," You and Hyunjin reply at the same time.

His friend on the other side of him leans forward and looks at the two of you as he speaks, "Yeah because I call all my friends by cute nicknames every time I talk to them," he says and shakes his head, falling back into his seat.

Your neck and face heat up and you shake your head, chuckling, "Anyways!"

Han: giving expensive gifts

"I can't wait to see you again. Can't you just buy a plane ticket right now?" Han whines over the phone and you let out a laugh.

"I wish I could, Hannie. I miss you too," you reply and smile at the small pout on his face. He never knew if his constant flirting was getting to you or not so he hasn't confessed...but then again neither have you. Because his flirting has surely been getting to you and has since you met him.

"Why can't you?" he questions and you shake your head, he knows why you can't.

"I have work and other responsibilities here," you reply and rest your chin in the palm of your hand while looking at Jisung.

"Just quit your job. I'll pay for everything," he tries, big eyes round and sparkly.

"You already pay for everything! You get me anything I want. Even when I tell you not to!" You cry out and he shrugs, his face lighting up.

"Actually, now that you mention it, I did get you a gift while we were in Paris," he says, a bright smile on his face.

"Han Jisung!" You protest but he stands and walks out of the camera frame. You shake your head and look at yourself in the camera, making sure you still look good before he comes back.

Your eyes catch sight of the necklace you already have on, a gift from Jisung. It was a thin gold Van Cleef necklace he had gotten you for your birthday. It has a small clover on it with your favorite stone. You hadn't even heard of the brand until you saw the box and later looked it up.

"I'll give you a little hint, but I won't tell you what it is, okay?" His voice speaks from off camera and you roll your eyes.

"I'm waiting for an answer," he sing songs from off the screen and you sit back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Fine. You need to stop buying me so many gifts!" You object and start hearing him dig through his luggage and bags.

"But I always imagine how pretty you would look in everything I get you," he counters and you blush, fighting the smile off your face.

"You don't think I'm pretty without your expensive gifts?" You tease, trying to fish a compliment out of Jisung.

"You're pretty no matter what. You could be wearing a trash bag and still probably be the only girl that catches my eye," he confesses and chuckles before sitting down.

You try to keep the expression off your face to seem unfazed by the comment but honestly, your heart was about to jump out of your mouth.

"Okay here's your hint," he holds up a red box and across the front in cursive is the word 'Cartier'. Your jaw drops again at the hint and grab your chest.

"Oh my gosh, Jisung!" you pause and blink at his smiling face a few times, "What am I going to do with you," you put your head into your hands and try to stop the room spinning.

A few weeks later, you can bet that you have a post on your social media, the beautiful and iconic Cartier bracelet adorning your wrist.

The last picture you post is just of your wrist and hand holding a cup of coffee, giving a clear view of the beautiful piece of jewelry.

felix: cuddle

"Nooooo. I'm not happy yet," you insist and wrap your legs around Felix's waist, preventing him from leaving your koala grip.

He uses his arms to try to push himself off of you but you just wrap tighter, you were either coming with him or he would have to cuddle with you until you were satisfied.

"Oh yeah? But you stopped crying ten minutes ago," he clocks your deceit and you roll your eyes at the comment. He was kind of right, you definitely did feel much better than you did when he walked in on you crying earlier.

"Just because I'm not crying, doesn't mean I feel better," you try to reason and he sighs, falling back against you. He pushes his hands under the small of your back to hold you closer to him, even though you were laying completely on his arms, he couldn't imagine a more comfortable position to be in.

In all honesty, he only wanted to get away from you because the smell of you and intimacy that you craved, only from him, made his mind and heart race.

And maybe all the blood in his body wash rushing to where he wanted you most. He sighs as you bring a hand up to play in his hair.

"Do you want to talk about it now?" He inquires, his arms wrapping impossibly tighter around you and you nod.

"It's just my boss being an asshole. I feel like she is just always out to get me and I have never done anything to her or anyone else at work for that matter!" you speak out, frustration bubbling over, but you take a deep breath before continuing.

"It feels like she singles me out every single day and compliments everyone else but nitpicks every single thing I do. You know what I mean?" you ask, pausing your hand in his hair for him to give you some indication that he is listening. He nods and mumbles out a quick 'mhm' to let you know he is listening.

"It's so frustrating because even on group projects, she somehow only has issues with the parts that I do or initiate or present! At this point it feels like she's trying to force me to quit so that she doesn't have to fire me before she leaves. She's doing all this bitching and moaning and is literally retiring in a month!" you complain again and you feel Felix's thumbs trying to relax you by rubbing the small of your back. This did in fact help to ease the forming tension.

"Maybe she wants you in her position. Have you thought about that?" he asks quietly and your hand stops in his hair again as you ponder the question.

His sits up and rolls off you, laying to the side of you and propping his head up in one hand as he studies your face. He sees your furrowed brows and your teeth gently chewing on your lip as you think about what he just said. He throws an arm over your torso to try to get your attention away from your own head.

"What if she is being hard on you because she is trying to prepare you to take her spot once she leaves," he proposes and you smile, turning your head to face him.

"Felix! You are an angel! How is it that you always know exactly the right words to say?" you throw an arm around his neck and pull him into an awkward hug.

"Thank you. You're the best friend I have ever had," you speak lowly into his ear and he bites down on his lip, trying to numb the pain in his chest at your words.

"Y-yeah what are best friends for," he chuckles, trying to sound unbothered, but every time you called him your friends he can’t help feeling like he gets another stab in the heart.

Seungmin: sharing everything

"Minnie! Minnie! Minnie!" You come bouncing into the practice room and he turns his head immediately at the sound of your voice.

Hyunjin is sitting at the front of the room on his phone and looks up at you as well, "Hi, y/n," he smiles and you wave politely in return.

"Hi, Jinnie," you reply and rush over to Seungmin who is standing by the computer.

"Try this! I think this is the best take out I have ever had," you say with a huge excited smile on his face and he can't help but mirror your excitement because of how cute you are.

You get some food on the fork, making sure to get every bit that he needs to taste at the same time before bringing it up to his mouth. He opens his mouth and lets you feed him.

"Mmm!" he exclaims, bringing a hand up to his mouth as he chews, his eyes growing wide. He grabs a napkin that you had in your hand and wipes his face, handing it back to you.

"So good right!" you grab the napkin and go to join Hyunjin in the front of the room. You plop down next to him and eat some more of the takeout, using the same napkin Seungmin had used to wipe your own face.

"You two are so cute," Hyunjin comments and you both look over at him in confusion.

Seungmin is confused because he knows Hyunjin knows how he feels about you. He had confessed to his friend on many occasions that he was absolutely infatuated with everything about you.

You are confused because you thought you were hiding your gigantic crush on Seungmin much better than you apparently were.

"Sharing stuff all the time. It's cute. You even have his hoodie on right now and he's using your pink water bottle that you left at the house," he comments and motions over to Seungmin as he takes a sip of water.

He was in fact using your favorite refillable water bottle and you were in fact wearing his hoodie. You smile and try to convince the blush rising to your face to go away.

"We're just being nice to each other, Hyunjin," Seungmin says and glances over at you to gauge your reaction. "Sharing is caring," he finishes.

You meet his gaze for a moment before turning to Hyunjin and shrugging.

"I like to share with him. It feels right because of how...close we are," you choose your words carefully and Seungmin turns around to start the music again, trying to hide the smile that was creeping onto his face.

"Can I actually have a sip of that water," you say across the room and Seungmin chuckles, rolling the bottle to you. You take a sip while he watches at you over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips. He shakes his head and presses play on the music.

I.N: feed each other

You are the acts of service type, at least when it comes to Jeongin. He is one of those people that you always feel like you need to take care of. He is perfectly capable of taking care of himself but as soon as he drops something or stumbles or complains about being hungry, you can't help but help him.

He is easy to baby for some reason and he doesn’t seem to mind when you do baby him. At least not as viscerally as he does when his bandmates do it.

"Innie, are you hungry?" You ask from your spot on the couch. He hums in response with a nod of his head, never taking his eyes off the game on the screen. You two have been playing a new game and you quickly got bored but he is still invested.

"Okay. I'm going to make some food," you reply and stand, making your way to the kitchen. You make a quick snack, something to hold you both over until dinner and return to sit with him.

You had settled on chocolate covered strawberries and whip cream. This was a favorite snack between the two of you to satisfy both of your sweet tooths.

"I got your favorite," you announce walking back in to the room and Jeongin glances over at your hands quickly to see what you brought.

"Ooo, good choice," he nods and turns back to the tv screen when he heard shots ringing into the air.

"Open wide," you let out as you dip a strawberry into some whip cream. He follows your order and you pop the strawberry into his mouth. Some whip cream gets on the side of his mouth and you waste no time, swiping it away with your thumb and licking the whip cream away from your finger.

He side eyes into your direction as you gently suck on his thumb and you can see his Adam's apple bop up and down. You take turns eating a strawberry then giving one to Jeongin for a little while before you get full.

"Ugh. I can't eat anymore or I won't be able to eat at that restaurant later," you confess and dip the last strawberry in chocolate, "Open," he obeys immediately and this time some of the chocolate gets on his bottom lip.

You reach your pointer finger out and push the drop of chocolate into his mouth, your finger gently meeting his tongue. He sucks the chocolate off and grabs your wrist, turning to face you.

"You're in dangerous territory, princess," he leans closer, his eyes darting to your lips then back to your eyes. He clears his throat and turns back to the game but you are stuck frozen in place because never have you ever had butterflies for your best friend until this very moment.

Or have you?

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Joel Miller One Shot

Please welcome Joel Miller to Beefro's Bistro!

a Joel Miller & his Darlin' One Shot: The Way into a Man's Heart

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You've been traveling companions and now that you're in Jackson, Joel's getting comfortable. (Post Outbreak)

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 3,650

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, fingering (f receiving), p in the v - unwrapped (don't be silly, cover you willy, kids!), talk of eating, belly praise, self esteem, weight gain, flannel shirt button popping

Author's Notes: FINALLY! The long awaited addition to the Menu is here! I wrote the majority of this listening to Hozier's new album so please forgive my non-fluffy heart if there are traces of fluff. Thank you to the Nonnie who submitted the illuminating THOT!

Major thanks to @harryleatherfit for their support, and to all those on the TAGLIST - this one's for you, babes 💜 The THOT TANK is always open, Friendos

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They found you in an abandoned apartment building somewhere in the Midwest, and after being cooped up together – surviving – for few days, it was settled that the duo had become a trio. Joel came across as a gruff and emotionless man and while he made you feel supremely unwelcome at first, he grew to at least give you the impression that he tolerated you for Ellie. For the next several months, it was just the three of you, trekking through the ruins of America.

The three of you finally found Joel’s brother and were tentatively welcomed into Jackson. It had taken some time for you, Joel, and Ellie to find your bearings after you’d arrived being that, for the first time in a while, you were expected to act in a civil manner towards others in proximity instead of defending yourselves and fighting for resources.

You and Joel were not a couple. He had never shown any interest towards you beyond your uncanny fishing ability, while you tried to not think of him as anything more than muscle and reinforcement in your travelling party. You were attracted to him, and you did your damnedest to squash any and all thoughts of him being more than a survival companion. This was made worse for you as Ellie would not even discuss the idea of you not being under the same roof in Jackson as she and Joel. Maria and Tommy had set the three of you up in a 3-bedroom home across from them, and you did your best to find a homey-rhythm as a trio.

While you and Ellie had taken to this new life with a relative ease, Joel was almost fighting it. Ellie let her curiosity run wild and you tried to find a social group, but Joel fought back. He didn’t engage with anyone that weren’t a select few outside of sideways glares and grunts in responses to hellos. He declined to get new clothing and outright refused to sleep in a bed until Ellie threatened to spill his deep, dark secrets to you that she had learned through his sleep talking. Even with food, now that there wasn’t a food scarcity or a worry about the next meal, he still refused to stray from his food rationing way of eating. He didn’t go to the mess hall to eat, opting instead for keeping to himself in the house, picking away at whatever was on hand in the pantry.

That was, until you had been assigned kitchen duty due to your skills from working as a teenage line cook in a diner, pre-apocalypse. You’d brought some food home from the mess hall one evening, and Joel picked at it, grumbling that it was decent and wouldn’t be opposed to you bringing home more.

So, you did. And he began to actually sit at the table and eat, but he didn’t come to the mess hall until the following week when you’d told him you were making a beef brisket buffet on the Friday night. While he’d shown more enthusiasm than you had ever seen before (he raised his eyebrows), you were very surprised that night when the hall went quiet as he entered with Ellie at his side.

Your supervisor was so shocked that he showed up, he suggested you sit with him since more than likely no one else would. Ellie took off immediately to sit with kids her own age from school, and that had led you to sitting at a small table in the corner with Joel, watching him eat. And good god, did he eat.

His first serving disappeared before you could even begin yours, and he was back with his second helping with an actual – albeit small – grin on his face.

“I have never seen you look so… happy…”, you mused with a smile at him.

“Never had reason to be… but this is good… haven’t had food like this in… fuck… years.”, he grunted while shovelling food in his mouth.

He looked up at you and gave you a brief smile as he chewed before going back to eating and your heart skipped a beat. That was the kindest he had ever been to you, and you felt those walls you’d built up around those thoughts and feelings you had for him shake.

You’d finished your food and stood up to return your dirty dishes, but as you went to walk away, he called your name.

“Hey Darlin’… uh, mind getting me another helping?”, he asked with a full mouth.

You nodded with a dumb grin at the new nickname, dumped off your dishes, and returned with another plate for Joel.

****

Three months later, the food he was allowing himself was starting to make an impact on his waistline. Never shying from second or third helpings, whether in the mess hall or at home, his tummy was more pronounced whether it was full or not.

You did your best to keep yourself in check, to not let yourself daydream about how that belly might feel under your fingers, or let your mind get carried away listening to the noises he made as he soothed his bloated middle. He would occasionally offer you little grins or a head nod, something he only recently began since being in Jackson, and you assumed he was being polite now that death wasn’t around every corner; this was just his true nature coming out. You figured your time living under one roof was coming to an end, given that you, he and Ellie were safe, and you didn’t need to keep such close quarters while you built your lives back up.

Ellie was spending more time with other kids and less at the house, while Joel continued to patrol and work in the carpentry shop, and you worked away in the community kitchen. When you and Joel were home alone, he kept a respectful distance from you. If there were moments your bodies could touch, like when you did dishes after dinner or he needed help carrying firewood in the house, he generally made a point of not getting too close and stepping back from you and looking away. You took the hint and figured the conversation of your moving into a place of your own was on its way.

*****

One Saturday evening, Joel had really outdone himself on the pork carnitas in the mess hall. You noticed he shifted in discomfort and discreetly had his hand on his lap. It took you a moment, but you finally realized he was unbuckling his belt and opened his pants. You averted your eyes to not embarrass him, but not before you saw that his belly was pushing out on to his lap. Joel Miller was having his fill, damned be his pants.

After he announced he was done, his green flannel shirt was pulled so tight across his middle that you swore you could hear the seams creaking and there were spaces between each of his buttons, exposing his undershirt.

The walk back to your house was relatively quiet, save for Joel’s grunting and huffing every other step from the strain of his full belly.

“Fuck me… I made a real hog outta m’self tonight…”, he groaned as you walked next to him. “Sorry you gotta see me like this, Darlin’.”

You could hear the embarrassment in his voice, and you felt bad for him. His belly, while full and bloated and bigger than you’d ever seen on him, was still smaller compared to some of the other Jackson men’s stomachs, but you knew if he kept this up, he’d be matching them in no time.

“Oh Joel… knock it off… I take it as a compliment. You actually smiled tonight… nothing to be sorry for.”, you responded in a matter-of-fact voice. “You enjoyed yourself.”

He scoffed, as you reached your porch, and opened the door. You helped him into the house, then closed the front door, both of you kicking off your boots.

“Good god… when the hell d’we get all these damn stairs?”, he groaned as he got to the bottom of the stairwell leading to the bedrooms on the second floor.

“Come sit on the couch… you’re not making it up the stairs anytime soon, Joel.”

You patted the back of the couch, then headed to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. “You want anything else?”, you called to him.

You heard him bark a laugh. “D’you see me right now? You think I could get anymore in’ere?”

You heard him sit heavily on the couch followed by him grunting “Dammit!”.

Walking in, you saw Joel sitting back, knees apart, and his favourite shirt unbuttoned to his chest, his undershirt riding up and exposing a strip of his belly and showed his pants were pushed open by his stuffed middle.

“What happened?”, you asked, walking back in with a glass of water for you both.

“Damn fuckin’… Jesus…”, he muttered, his cheeks blushing in deep scarlet. He noted you were still looking at him for answer. “My fuckin’ buttons popped. Wrecked my favourite shirt.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Joel, the hardened, battle-scarred killer who shot first and asked questions later, was blushing.

“It’s a good look on you.”, you teased as you sat in the chair next to the couch, leaning back and feeling emboldened by his vulnerability.

“What is?”, he sheepishly looked up at you.

“A big dinner.”, you smirked as you took a drink of you water, eyes on his.

He stared at you a moment then down to his round stomach, and he huffed a laugh and smiled to himself. You sat in a comfortable silence for a moment before he spoke.

“Didn’t know you could cook like that, Darlin’. Probably a good thing I didn’t know till we got here, too… couldn’t outrun shit with this full gut…”, he said, eyes still cast down and hand on his belly.

“Thank you.” It was your turn to blush, and before you could stop yourself, you said quietly, “Didn’t know you’d look so good like that.”

Realization hit both you and Joel about what you’d said, and you wanted to crawl in a hole as you saw his eyes go wide.

“Joel… oh my god… I am so…”, you started, covering your face and you didn’t see the grin that grew across Joel’s face and the look in his eyes as he watched you.

“I’m just findin’ all sorts’a things ‘bout you lately, darlin’...”, he teased in a low voice. “And here I thought you weren’t interested… and leavin’ me hanging.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you swallowed hard before you had the nerve to look up at him. His brown eyes were dark and looked hungry? He trailed his stare up and down your body as you sat and subtly licked his lips.

“Joel… I…”, you stuttered, paused, then finally asked, “Wait… what did you say?”

He gave you a lopsided grin and sat back with a smug face and stated, “I swear, darlin’, I thought you weren’t interested.”

You just looked back at him with wide eyes while his smug demeanor shifted into a gentler and warmer gaze. He smiled and patted the seat next to him.

“Come over here, baby.”, he spoke softly.

You stood slowly and his eyes never left yours and he raised his hand to take yours as you sat next to him sideways to face him fully. His hand went to your waist, his thumb stroking you.

“You drunk or something?”, you questioned teasingly with a smile.

He sighed a small laugh, his eyes again trailing up and down your body. “Nope, darlin’. Just felt like it was ‘bout time I was honest since I’m learnin’ so much ‘bout you lately.” He sucked in a breath and licked his lips again when his eyes watched your chest move with your breathing. “You look good, darlin’. Real fuckin’ good.”

His eyes moved up to yours and you could see the want, the need you held back for so long, burning in his eyes. You moved forward, your hand cupping his face.

“So do you, Joel.”, you breathed as you kissed him.

You heard him sigh into the kiss and push into it, his grip on your waist tightened, fisting your shirt and pulling you closer. You instinctively ran your hand over his taught, full belly and he shivered as you did, his grip trying to pull you onto his lap now.

“Get up, baby… can’t bend that way right now… get on me…”, he instructed you in a breathy tone as you moved to staddle his lap. 

Your smaller frame was now right up against his swollen belly as you frantically made out on the couch.

“God damn… fuckin’ hell, darlin’… if weren’t so damned full, I’d do this properly in bed upstairs…”, he panted as you moved your kisses to his jaw and neck and began to rock your hips. His hands grabbed your hips and pulled them down to put more friction on his denim-clad cock. “Make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

He roughly jammed his hand between the two of you, cupping your heat as he began to make lude promises in whispers as you whimpered kisses along his neck.

“That’s right, darlin’… makin’ those pretty sounds… bet your pussy tastes better than your cookin’… how many nights I fucked my fist wishin’ it were your mouth…. Never thought you’d want an old fat fucker like me….”

You finally worked up the ability to push yourself back from him, and you looked down at his dark, blown-out pupils and his parted, panting lips, knowing you looked the same, while his hand stilled on your jeaned heat.

“You gonna let me fuck you, Darlin’?”, he breathed out, eyes pinned to yours.

You nodded as your hands moved to his shoulders and you pressed your mouth to his. He deepened the kiss for a moment, the pushed you up gently.

“Darlin’…”, his voice needy and almost desperate. “Baby, take your pants off…”

You stood up and removed your shirt and jeans, leaving you in your bra and panties. Joel huffed as he moved himself up off the couch, dropping his already open jeans, the grabbed your arm pulling you towards him.

“So fuckin’ pretty…”, he smiled before kissing you.

His arms wrapped around you and your hands went to his hair and around his shoulder. Unlike the previous kisses that were hasty and desperate, this one was slow, methodical, and carried over a year’s worth of unspoken emotions that neither of you were brave enough to put words to.

Joel pulled back first and softly smiled at you before he said is voice far too soft for the words he spoke.

“I’m gonna fuck you into this couch, Darlin’.”

His mouth is back on yours, hungry. Teeth and fervor, clashing between you. All that soft, gentle kissing was gone, Joel had given into what ever primal urges you had unearthed in him. You moan into his mouth as his hand grips your hair, pulling your head back.

“Joel… please…”, you begged breathlessly. “Take it... take me…”

He smiled darkly at you and pushed you face down over the arm of the couch, his hands going to the waist of your panties. He paused as if waiting for confirmation that you wanted this. You nodded and gave a strangled “uh-huh” and he pulled them down.

Joel let out a noise that you can only think was one from a starving man looking at a banquet feast. He dragged his thick finger through your slick folds, making you squirm and whimper.

“Oh, baby, you’re so fuckin’ pretty… bet your tight little cunt’s just waitin’… your pussy’s droolin’ for me, Darlin’... I’m gonna wreck you for any other man… wanna bury myself in your tight little cunt… so fucking pretty, baby.”

“Joel, please… fuck me… please… don’t tease!”, you cried out, unable to get any further friction from his fingers given the way you were splayed out on the couch arm.

“That’s right, baby… gonna take care of you, Darlin’… gonna make you feel good… patience, baby…gotta work you open for me.”

He removed his fingers and spit on them before he pumped one into your cunt, his thumb gently rubbing your neglected and throbbing clit. His finger was thick, and you could only imagine how big his cock was; you’d once got a quick glance at the outline before Jackson and if that was any indication, he was doing you a favour getting you primed and ready for him. He pulled back and added another finger after a moment, picking up his pace and you cried out and called his name as you gripped the couch cushion.

“So tight, Darlin’… tell me how bad you needed this, baby… tell me… tell me you need me.”

“I-I need this… Joel… need you, Joel… so bad… wanted this for so long… oh god… yes… there… right there, Joel… please, oh fuck!... Joel... Joel… keep going!”, you panted with a whine.

He pushed a third finger in, and you cried out and clawed at the couch cushion.

“Shhh, baby… come on, Darlin’… need to fuck you after this and I gotta get you open for me… need it to feel good for you… doing so good… I can feel it…. you’re close, Darlin’… let go for me, baby… come on.”

You could feel your orgasm building up, and when he curled his fingers and hit that sweet spot buried deep in your cunt, you came, crying out like a beaten dog.

“There you go… that’s it, Darlin’… sing for me, baby.”

He worked you through your orgasm, and when you felt like you could breathe normally, you tried to push yourself up. Joel’s hand rubbed in between your shoulder, and he gently pushed you back down.

“Darlin’, I’m too full to fuck you the way I outta… but you look to fucking good to pass up… you gonna let me have you here, baby?”. His tone was pleading and needy, but gruff, while his harsh, calloused hands gently rubbed you on you back where he pushed you down.

His words and the way he said them had your insides turn to mush and you could feel another gush of arousal slip from your puffy cunt.

“Please…”, was all your fuck-drunk brain could muster in a pathetic, breathy whine.

“Too good to me, Darlin’… too fuckin’ good to this fat old man.”, he groaned as he pushed his aching, hard cock into your tight, slippery cunt.

The feeling was too much. For a moment, you thought it wasn’t going to work, but he soothed you. He kept pushing himself in slowly, offering words of praise while his fingers dug into your hips.

“Takin’ me so good, Darlin’… that’s it, honey… so good… feel so fuckin’ good…”

He pushed in as far as his length could go and his tip kissed your cervix. Your lungs felt like they couldn’t fill with air you were so full, and you needed him to do something.

“You gotta relax, baby… I can’t move shit unless you relax…”

“Joel… please move… need you to move… so full… move, please…”, you whined, trying to catch your feet on the floor so you could push back into him.

He panted a chuckle and began to move, slowly at first, then increased his hip’s speed and intensity until he was ramming into you. The couch was squeaking on the wood floors from Joel’s weight repeatedly being forced against it. The couch’s rough material was rubbing harshly against your hip bones, but it was worth it for the sweet sting of Joel splitting you open as his heavy, full belly hitting your ass cheeks.

“Oh god… Joel… yes… yes… k-keep going… yes… fuck…”, you panted, tears in your eyes.

“So good… baby… you gotta come… come on, baby… you’re close, Darlin’… come on…”

The white-hot burn of your second climax crept down your spine and built up as his finger went to your clit, rubbing circles, pushing you over the edge. Your vision went blurry for a moment your body went rigid, your mouth open and high-pitched pants and moans escaped from it.

Joel’s hips sputtered as your climax pushed him to his own release. He let out a few deep, guttural grunts as he thrusted a few more times, spilling his hot seed into you.

He tried to not collapse onto you as he pulled out. He stumbled back into the armchair as you pushed yourself up off the couch’s arm.

“Fuck, Darlin’… wish you could stay bent over like that… sucha pretty sight…”, he huffed in a laugh as you got up. He patted his leg. “Come’ere, baby…”

You clumsily moved over to him and held your hands out. “No… up, Joel… Ellie could walk in the door at any moment and the last thing she needs to see is you stuffed to the gills with your dick out in the living room.”

“Sucha fuckin’ mouth on you!”, Joel grinned, and moved his hands to yours. “Better get a move on… let’s go to bed.”

You collected your abandoned clothing that was strewn throughout the living room and got Joel upstairs into his bedroom. You went to your room to clean yourself up and change, and there was a knock at the door. Upon opening it, Joel saw you and pushed his way in, closing it behind him.

He pulled you close to him, his belly pressed against your middle. You touched his face softly, gently running your fingers through his scruffy facial hair.

He smiled and kissed you tenderly and said softly against your mouth, “I got you, Darlin’… tell me you’ve got me… please…”

“I got you, Joel.” --------<3----------

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hiii i love the smutty ones but id love a fluffy braeden fic!!! it can be literally anything maybe like a night in and they tell each other they love each other and they make music together and its very intimate and romantic!!!! a braeden x fem reader thank you!! also i love your writings so so much please keep it up!!

𝑴𝒚 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 ♡︎ (Braeden Lemasters X FemReader)

Content: Fluff, First time at Braeden's apartament, Silly Tenderness, Cute and silly dinamic, Arctic monkeys soundtrack, Silver Springs 1997 joke, Vulnerability

The door opens before you've finished knocking a second time. Literally. You haven't even made it to the full "knock" before Braeden is already opening it as if he'd been standing there for half an hour, waiting for you like an excited puppy.

"Finally!" he says, with that smile of his that always seems laced with tenderness and a hint of nerves. "I thought you were going to be late and I was about to start drinking my wine alone like a pathetic, functioning adult."

He doesn't even give you time to respond. By the time you blink, he's hugging you tightly, and yes, he smells exactly as you expected: a mix of expensive shampoo, sandalwood incense, and that strange but sexy scent of an old vinyl record.

You hug him back, feeling that warmth that only he can give you, as if your body knows it's just entered safe territory.

"Already? Can I kiss you, or is it too soon for that at the door?" he asks softly, and you just smile as you reach out to plant a short, slow, “I’ve been dying to see you” kiss on him.

As you walk into the apartment, everything is so Braeden it makes you want to laugh: plants everywhere, warm string lights, a giant Smiths poster hanging a little crookedly, and a mountain of records that threatens to topple over like a Jenga tower if someone sneezes nearby.

In the center of the room, on a low wooden table with more scratches than an old VHS tape, rests an unopened bottle of red wine and two clean glasses, an absolute miracle.

"I know I said I had snacks, but my definition of 'snack' was a box of pizza I ordered like half an hour ago," he says, scratching the back of his neck. "They left it downstairs, so now it comes with a small risk of being touched by a stray cat, but... it also comes with pepperoni."

He lets out that laugh of his, as if he's embarrassed by how adorably chaotic he's.

You just smile at him, take off your jacket, and hang it on the first chair you see, which could probably also serve as a coat rack, a bookcase, and an emergency bed if he wants to.

When you turn around, he's already holding the corkscrew, looking like a kid about to show you a trick. "I don't want to brag... but I learned how to open wine bottles without breaking the cork. Like an adult. Are you proud of me, or is it still too early to emotionally validate me?"

"Depends," you say, smiling sarcastically. "Are you going to pour me a drink without staining the carpet?"

"That's asking for miracles." The bottle makes its classic pop,

Braeden chuckles as if it were a major achievement, and as soon as he pours the drinks, he hands yours to you with an exaggerated English butler bow, complete with fake accent.

"To the lady... and to me, who can't believe you're finally here, in my space, and that you still want to stay. Cheers."

They clink glasses. And it's in that little moment with the wine, the warm light, the recent hug still on your skin, and Braeden looking at you as if you were his favorite song that you know this is going to be a perfect day.

The pizza arrives just as you're halfway through the first cup. Braeden stands up as if called to arms, half-tripping over a plant in his path, and throws out a "don't go, I'll be back in three blinks" as if someone could leave his apartment with wine and unfinished promises.

When he returns, he carries the box as if he's carrying a newborn baby instead of greasy pepperoni. "The delivery guy winked at me," he announces, closing the door with his hip. "Do you think he knows I'm about to have the best night of my life with pizza and my ten-month-old crush?"

"Ten-month crush?" you laugh. "Are you giving me lore?"

"You've been my canon event, babe. Since the first time I saw you in that giant Paramore hoodie."

And you just look at him, between amused and touched, because this guy has that talent: being 70% sarcasm, 20% tenderness, and 10% chaos that falls on the furniture.

You sit down in the armchair, which creaks like it's been in an abandoned cabin for 40 years, but it's comfortable. Braeden places the pizza on the table and passes you a slice with the edge dripping with cheese.

He hands it to you like someone handing over a marriage promise. "I know it's not fancy, but this armchair is special. I wrote "Treacherous Doctor" here after an ice cream and anxiety binge."

"And you dare call me dramatic?"

"I never denied it, I just hid it better."

You finish the first two slices amid laughter, half-stolen bites, and wine that begins to warm your chests in that delicious way.

Braeden stands and claps once as if he's about to open a museum: "Okay, welcome to the official tour. We're going to make this really romantic and not at all improvised, of course."

Start with the kitchen. "Here's the refrigerator, where the cranberry juice probably expired last month lives, and a Tupperware container I think is radioactive."

Then he leads you out into the hallway.

"This is my room, where I sleep, dream about you, and sometimes write mediocre music. There are also mismatched socks and a Bowie poster watching me judge my decisions."

He shows you the bathroom like it's a gallery. "Fresh towels, double-ply toilet paper because I'm a gentleman, and a candle that smells like a "melancholic forest."

And finally, he returns to the armchair with you, extending his arms like a hipster Airbnb guide:

"And this is the VIP area: warm lights, vinyl records, a TV that doesn't have Netflix because I forgot to pay, but an armchair that sounds like it's cursed. Do you want to stay?"

You look at him like it's the most precious thing in the world.

"I want to move in now." Braeden grins like a lovesick idiot. He plops down next to you and rests his head on your shoulder, exhaling softly.

"No one's ever told me that." Literally, I felt like crying a little.

"Cry and I'll record you," you warn him.

"Record me and upload it with a "look at the love of my life being the most emotional person in the world."

You both laugh. The atmosphere is rich, comfortable, as if you've been doing this for years. But it's the first time. And it feels fucking good.

When Braeden gets back up, he goes straight to that corner of the apartment that looks like a mini church dedicated to vinyl. There are so many records stacked vertically that it makes you anxious just thinking about how easy it would be for them all to fall like dominoes.

"Okay, this is important," he says, slowly running his fingers over the covers as if he's selecting spells in a role-playing game. "The mood of the night depends on this choice."

"Don't stress," you mock. "We're not curing cancer, just looking for the ideal soundtrack for pizza with cheese melting on our faces."

"Yeah, but this is the first time you've been in my apartment, and I need the music to say, 'I want to stay with you until we're ugly old people kissing each other's dentures.'"

"God, you're so ridiculous it hurts to love you."

"I want that. Love, let it hurt a little." Finally, he pulls out an Arctic Monkeys AM vinyl, clearly his strong suit. He puts it on the turntable, and as soon as the first note of "No. 1 Party Anthem" hits, you're already grinning like a fool.

"Really?" you ask. "Are you going all emo and sensual?"

"Of course," he replies, extending his hand toward you with a dramatic bow. "Allow me this non-dance with the gentleman of your thoughts."

"We're not dancing."

"I know. But if we were dancing, this would be it."

You say it jokingly, but you take his hand anyway and get up from the couch with a fake sigh. He pulls you against his chest, slowly, almost motionless.

You're not even dancing. You're just... there. Standing. You with your cheek against his faded gray T-shirt, he with his nose buried in your hair. The warm lights make everything look more intimate. Almost cinematic.

The song progresses, and you feel his heart beat slowly against you. As if it's synchronized with your breathing.

"I don't know how you do it," he murmurs. "You walked into my house and suddenly everything feels more... homey." He squeezes you a little tighter. It's not theatrical. It's not a show. It's one of those hugs that aren't meant to be pretty, but to calm internal storms. "You make it worth turning off the music and just being silent."

Your heart skips a beat. "That was so cheesy."

"And I still haven't gotten out my indie-movie punchline: 'Stay the night and I promise not to snore so much.'"

"You're a total liar," you say, laughing. "I slept with you on Dylan's couch and you sounded like a washing machine with rocks in it."

"Okay, but this time I promise to snore sexier."

You both laugh softly, the kind of shared laughter that hangs between two mouths that no longer want to separate. He gently takes your chin and looks at you as if you were art in a private gallery. "I like you so much it scares me."

"Me too," you confess softly. And right there, without choreography or lights, without really dancing... you feel like you'll remember this moment even when you're gray-haired and wrinkled and new songs sound old.

“Okay, next step in this romantic evening at home,” Braeden announces as he plops down on the floor with a blanket and a spoon. “Ice cream straight from the tub like a couple who's already farted in front of each other.”

“What if I told you I've never farted in front of you?”

“Then we'd have to start couples therapy because that's a lack of trust, babe.”

You sit next to him, stealing the oversized hoodie he's left hanging over the back of his chair. It's too big for you. It fits you perfectly. It smells like his lotion mixed with his shampoo and a little bit of pizza, and you're your happiest self: disheveled, comfortable, and with someone who treats you like you're their home.

“What flavor did you bring?”

“Cookie dough. I mean, like you: sweet, dense, and with addictive little surprises hidden in the middle.”

"I can't handle you. Who gave you such a sweet talk?"

"Dylan. But I adapted it with more heart."

You nudge him as he passes you the spoon, and you start taking turns as if making a thousand-year-old pact with spoons.

Outside, a car drives by, a dog barks, the city exists. But inside, everything is simple and mellow.

"Can I tell you something kind of ridiculous?" he says suddenly, looking at the half-melted bottle between them.

"Hmm, if you don't have Cole living in the closet, then yes."

"No. But I have something worse: very intense domestic fantasies about you."

"Like...?"

"Like us living together. Like you cooking pancakes in this same hoodie you're wearing. Like having little plants that we don't know how to take care of but that still make us feel like functioning adults. Like buying you a ring that doesn't sparkle too much because you hate ostentatious things, but that's so much you that you cry when I"ll give it to you. Like that."

Silence. The kind of beautiful silence that doesn't bother you. It only suspends the world for a few seconds. You swallow, feeling your heart settle in your chest with absurd tenderness. As if it doesn't know where to put itself from all the emotion.

"What if I told you I've thought about it too?"

Braeden smiles that perfect, broken smile, the one that forms more on the left side and makes his dimples pop out.

"So I need to marry you sometime. Not now. But someday. Like tomorrow. Or Tuesday."

"So desperate."

"So in love."

He's quiet for a second, then pulls you down onto him, your head resting on his chest, the spoon dangling from your hand while the other is tucked into the pocket of his hoodie.

"You know what else I've been thinking about?" he says, stroking your hair.

"What?"

"I want to have a playlist of movies we only watch together. Even if twenty years go by and we're apart, if one of those movies is on TV, we won't watch it until we're both together, sitting down, and having ice cream."

"That's cheesy and beautiful."

"Like you. And tonight. And this hoodie that looks better on you than it does on me."

You sigh. Because you didn't know you could feel so much in a cold apartment with a half-dried scoop of ice cream and a boy who smells of beautiful promise.

You're still lying there like two teenagers in the middle of eternal summer, legs crossed, your fingers playing with his drawstrings and his nose tucked between your neck and collarbone, as if he's afraid the moment will slip away if he doesn't hold on tight.

Braeden gets up only to turn up the volume on the record player.

"I'm going to put on something different for you at this hour," he says, moving the vinyl record with the care of a hypersensitive collector. And then it plays.

"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust..."

The vinyl gently spits out Turner's raspy voice, and you smile, because obviously that song is already an emotional classic for people like you. People who feel a lot. People who love like they have a bomb in their chest.

"Oh, shut up, this one's getting to me," you whisper, covering your face with your hands as Braeden laughs and throws himself back in at your side. But you don't shut up. You can't. You both start singing. Softly. Between laughs. With that semi-ridiculous tone of someone who wants to be sexy but loses the note due to emotion:

“I wanna be your Ford Cortina… I will never rust…”

“Brae, this song is pure sex and tenderness,” you say.

“Literally you. Sex and tenderness in one body.”

You smack him. He returns it with a kiss on the cheek.

The song progresses. You settle into the chorus as if it were your emotional refuge. Almost without thinking, you sing together, in the same tone, on the same frequency:

“I wanna be yours…”

You look at each other. And there's that spark that takes you off the planet for a second.

“Hey…” Braeden murmurs, his voice raspy with a newborn crazy idea, “what if we make music together?”

“Like, you and I, writing and recording, like that?”

“Yeah. Something separate. A project of ours. Not to leave Wallows or anything, but something more… intimate. More you and me.”

You raise an eyebrow and dramatically throw yourself onto the other side of the bed. “Are you sure? Have you seen what happens when couples make music together? Stevie and Lindsey! There's been over 50 years of drama!"

"And you know what else Stevie and Lindsey had? Hits. Hits, babe."

"And breakups. And tears. And emotional backstabbing."

"But they also have that 1997 Silver Springs performance where they sing while crying while hating and loving each other at the same time. That's art, baby."

"Do you want to break up just to make a heartbreaking hit?"

"Only if you promise me you'll let me play guitar while crying while you try to kill me with your eyes."

You laugh so hard you almost fall. Braeden catches you with his arm, pulls you back against his chest, and continues the game.

"Imagine it: you on vocals, me on guitars, a sad little EP called "Things We Wrote In Bed." Or something REALLY Corny"

"What you want is an excuse to record me singing in my underwear again."

"And I won't deny it. But I also want the world to hear how you make me feel. In songs, in lyrics, in instrumental bridges."

You stay quiet for a second. You look at him. And you see him differently. Deeper. More honest. More in love.

"Okay. But only if the first song is called "I Wanna Be Yours 2.0."

"Done."

You seal the deal with a kiss. One of those that doesn't rush. That doesn't demand. That's just there. Like home. The song ends. But you don't.

The wine's almost dead. The pizza's cold. Your eyeliner is lower than when you arrived. And yet, you feel sexier, more comfortable, and more you than on any fancy night out.

Braeden is now sitting on the couch with the unplugged electric guitar between his legs, moving his fingers along the neck as if his head were on another planet.

"What are you doing?" you ask, curling up next to him, one leg draped over his.

"I'm trying to remember the beat I came up with last night. I half-recorded it on my computer, but I didn't put it together completely."

"Is it for Wallows?"

"No... I don't think so. It doesn't sound like that. It sounds like... something else. More sad indie." You laugh.

"Sad indie like you?"

"Exactly. Half vintage, half 'I'm sensitive but I also want to fuck you in a bar bathroom.'"

"What a specific description."

"I have you, what did you expect?"

He starts strumming softly. There are no lyrics. Just the vibe. It's a catchy beat, with a tempo somewhere between dreamy and playful, as if Mac DeMarco had made out with Clairo at an amusement park.

The notes have that "I wrote this song for you while I was showering, thinking about your boobs, but also your traumas" vibe. And you're in awe. Totally.

You look at him with your heart in your hands as he gets lost in his own world, humming a wordless melody that's already scratching your ribs.

"Do you have any lyrics?" you ask softly, almost afraid of breaking the magic. Braeden scratches his head, shy for the first time all night.

"Some random ideas... they're not finished, don't judge me."

"I'm not going to judge you, love. Tell me." He smiles, swallowing, and begins to recite without singing:

> “She looks at me like she knew I'd ruin her... but she stays anyway. As if she's already read everything in my eyes. As if her demons were friends with mine.”

You stay silent. He pretends not to notice the way your arms tingle.

"Who's the girl who inspires you so much, Lemasters?" you joke, though your voice catches.

"A girl with the face of an angel and the mind of an emotional terrorist," he answers without looking at you. "She has a mole that obsesses me."

"Wow. I know her. She must be gorgeous."

"She's unbearable. But she laughs at my jokes. So... I let her exist."

You kiss his temple. "What's that song going to be called?" Braeden picks up his guitar, plays three notes, and answers: "I swear it's not about you (but it is)."

The night is no longer night. It's an eternal sigh wrapped in vinyl, pizza crumbs, and that warmth between the sheets that smells of music, cheap wine, and Braeden Lemasters.

You're lying on your side, your back to him, and his arms surround you as if you were the last song he'll ever write. His nose brushes the back of your neck.

His slow breath caresses the hairs on your neck. You haven't spoken for a while. There are only slow caresses, as if his fingers have memorized the exact way you break and mend when he's near.

He kisses your shoulder. Then your neck. Then he doesn't say anything, but you feel him vibrate softly, as if he's thinking out loud.

"Don't go to sleep yet," he murmurs, hoarse, his voice already in "doggy dreaming of you" mode.

"Why? You're fine," you ask softly, caressing his hand resting on your waist.

"Because if you fall asleep, I won't be able to tell you this without getting nervous."

You turn slightly. Not completely, but enough so that your noses are almost touching. "Tell me anyway. I'll put up with your nerves."

Braeden swallows. He has that look on his face like he's about to tell you he's killed someone, but what he's really saying is:

"I want to keep doing this with you. All of this. Vinyl, wine, cold pizza. Sleeping cuddled up with our underwear on all wrong. For you to crawl into my closet. For you to wear my hoodies. For us to let the dirty clothes pile up because we're busy recording. I want you to come over more. For you to stay. For us to repeat this until it's routine. Until your kisses are more a part of my apartment than the pictures on the walls."

You don't know whether to laugh, cry, or melt into the sheets like in those final scenes of indie movies where the ending doesn't matter because the vibe already says it all.

You kiss his nose. "That sounds like a song. You should write it."

Braeden hugs you tighter. He squeezes you like you have an expiration date. "You're already my song."

[honeyhotteoks]

hi everyone ♡ a little about where i've been and why i'm not posting....

so... it's no secret that i fell off the face of the earth when it comes to writing, and for that i just want to apologize. i know a lot of you have been waiting for the next chapter of tnt, further aurora updates, or just looking forward to some smutty kinktober one-shots...... but to be completely honest i haven't written in a little while.

i've been trying to but i keep coming up short, and i've been avoiding this blog ever since because i just feel bad for not being able to give you guys the stories you're waiting for. for that reason, i essentially took a creative break and decided not to respond to any messages about writing. i know that kind of sucks, but i know myself and i didn't want to promise "soon" when i knew that wasn't true.

i'm starting slowly to work on things again, and i really hope i'll be able to share some of that work with you soon, but genuinely i just needed space from working on fic and to be honest..... from the fandom. i love being an atiny, but there was a swell of negativity on twitter for a while and i've been feeling a little uninspired with the past year of content and endless touring and it all combined into me putting things off.

i'm also................................ much more of a multi now.... which i really never thought would happen but here we are. i have no idea if i'll actually start writing for any of those groups, but if i do, i hope some of you also enjoy those groups and you stick with me. a little blurb about my new biases and the groups i'm now following, etc. is at the bottom of this post.

as far as what's going on with my ateez work? here's a quick recap:

this night together: still in progress, i have ~4 chapters finished, but chap ten and some of the time skips have me a little stuck. once i iron that out and finish out the last 2-3 chapters after the arc that's written, i'll get back to posting. at this point i'd like to have it done so i can release it confidently and as a complete story. into the aurora: i have about half of book one edited, which will include some new scenes / cleaned up scenes, but nothing crazy. i'd like to start updating old chapters once everything is finalized. book two is.... slow going. i'm hoping a breath of fresh air will help, but it's still my goal to come back to these characters. one-shots: i have about 4-5 ateez one-shots that are half written. my plan is to finish these and release them as inspiration strikes to wrap them up.

thank you all for your patience, and all of your kind messages. so many people have checked in on me both anon and not, and even if i haven't responded it's meant so much as i work on coming back to writing. i may not be able to respond to all the messages since so many of them are in my inbox, but slowly i may chip away at them

i'll see you all very soon~

(so chai multi era.... in a whirlwind of discovering other kpop groups..... i've ended up a carat, a stay, a moa, and a hidden kard. again, no idea if i'll ever write for any of these groups, but.... my biases are below so who knows)

seventeen - s.coups (regularly wrecked by hip hop line + dino) stray kids - lee know + hyunjin txt - soobin (are we surprised tho) kard - bm + jiwoo (but also like basically ot4 let's be real here)

♡

[twisted-tales-of-all]

My Universe Returns to Me

Summary: Missing your boyfriend, you surprise him by watching the final concert of his group's tour, followed by a wonderful night together for the first time in months. Pairing: Stray Kids' Bangchan x afab!Reader Genre: Smutty One-shot with loads of fluff AUs/Tropes: idol!AU, established relationship, temporary-ldr, first meeting after a while Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: description-heavy, slight tinge of jealousy, occasional teasing, body worship (f. receiving), praise, unprotected sex, slight begging, orgasm (m. and f. receiving), breast fondling/nipple play, creampie, slight overstim during aftercare, it's pretty fluffy sex because Chris is a so deeply in love A/N: a drabble request turned into a full piece oops, I still italicized the prompts like the drabbles. Special thanks to the spirit who came to help me write this (they want to stay anon), and I hope everyone enjoys! As always, feel free to point out any missed warnings, and please reblog with feedback/reactions<3

It'd been far too long since you'd last met your boyfriend since they're currently on tour, so you decide to surprise him at the last concert. Sitting in the company-designated seats towards the back of the crowd, you take a picture of the stage and send it to him while they're doing soundcheck. When they head backstage again, you get a slew of messages in response, some just keyboard smashes and others excitedly asking whether he'd be able to see you later. Finally, he pouts about having to put his phone away and wishes for you to enjoy the show.

You choose not to answer most of his messages, simply telling him to have fun and that you can't wait to see him. The concert goes as smoothly as any last stop does, with plenty of tears and sappy moments sprinkled amongst the singing, dancing, and rehearsed skits. You take plenty of pictures of the screens that project the members to their fans, especially when your boyfriend is plastered on screen for all to see. After the concert ends, the VIP event begins. You watch all the lucky VIPs line up for their high fives and quick chats with the members, but you know better than to join that line - even if the company tickets come with the option to. The boys would all be too excited to see you, and you're not trying to get jumped by hundreds of fans for befriending the group. You walk out of the venue and make your way to the hotel, silently thanking Felix for telling you where they were staying so you could get a room in the same hotel.

Lounging in your room for an hour or so, your mind wanders to the VIP event. A pang in your chest alerts you of your slight jealousy of the fans who see your boyfriend before you, but you shove the thought away by remembering Chris' words from the last time you felt undeserving of him.

"No matter how well I treat the fans, I'm always thinking of you, y'know. You never leave my mind, and even all the stars are by your side. You're perfect in my eyes, and I'm always going to be by your side."

Taking yourself out of your head, you hear your phone ring. Answering without even checking the name, you don't get a word out before the chaos erupts from the other end.

"Where are youuuu? I want to see you and hug you and kiss you and hold you already." Chris whines, making you smile but roll your eyes.

The disgusted screams in the background prompt you to ask him whether they've returned to the hotel yet, but Felix's screams answer before Chris can, "Tell 'im to wait until he's alone to do this! We don't wanna hear him gush!"

Despite his pouts, you tell your boyfriend to call you back when he reaches the hotel, knowing he'll call the moment the van pulls up to the building. When you get the call, you give him the room number and tell him that he can come straight up if he wants or wait until he washes up. Within minutes, you hear someone knock on your door. He has a bag with his change of clothes and insists that it's easier to wash up in your room instead of waiting his turn for the showers in their four rooms. You roll your eyes, but he hugs you so tightly the moment the door closes that you can't help but smile. When the boys say he's whipped for you, these moments prove that for you.

After the initial hellos, filled with long hugs and dozens of kisses of varying intensities, he asks how you enjoyed the concert. His eyes fill with worry and anticipation, but they soften again as you tell him about all of the new pictures you have to tease everyone with. At the end of your ramble, you mention the event and pout about how he's STAY's boyfriend. He tilts his head as his face twists into a sad apologetic gaze, so you finish with a half-joke.

"Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you."

He cups your cheeks as he teases you for being possessive, "Awh, my love feels like they aren't getting enough attention? Is that why you came all this way? You missed me that much?"

Even though he's eating it up, you point out that he's even more possessive, "You'd miss me just as bad if you didn't beg me for pictures every single day!"

"Shh, don't worry, I'll take very good care of you. You came all this way, after all."He deflects, turning on his deeper, more sultry voice as he leans in to kiss you again, trying to distract you from the topic of his own neediness.

The kiss holds more longing than those from earlier, as it's somehow softer but more sexually charged than before. Deepening the kiss, Chris puts a hand on the small of your back, guiding you to lean back and lie flat on the bed. As he holds himself above you, he relishes the moment - you're finally here with him after months of being apart for the tour, your lips soft and your hands safely resting on the back of his neck. You were right, after all; he'd lose his mind if he wasn't getting your daily selfies and updates. It showed in his movements now, as he melted into you, verifying to himself that it's not too good to be true - that the love of his life was in his grasp again.

He pulls away slightly, brushing a stray hair from your beautiful face as he gazes at you with love-filled eyes, getting himself lost in the sparkles in your eyes, shining as brightly as the stars in the night sky.

"Chris, stop staring at me. I'm getting shy."

"But you're so beautiful, I want to admire you some more." The distant smile on his face tells you more than his words do; how happy he must be and how unreal it must feel.

"It's not a dream. I can't lie here for you to stare at forever."

Taking that as his cue, he starts kissing your body, worshipping your very existence. Careful not to move your clothes much yet, he takes his time to kiss every knuckle on your hands and each mole on your exposed skin. You squirm, giving him another sign to move forward, and he obliges by slowly sliding his hands under your shirt. He hooks his thumbs under the hem as he glides his hands up your torso, leaving goosebumps from how softly he touches you. As he reaches your chest, his fingers graze over the lacy fabric of your bra, and you notice his jaw tighten as he resists the urge to pull your shirt off faster. Already committed to his worshipping today, he resists where he otherwise wouldn't.

Fully removing your shirt, his fingers gloss over your shoulders and make their way to your beautifully decorated breasts. Tracing the edges of the fabric, he muses about how beautiful you look in between kisses to your collarbones and upper chest. Careful not to focus on your breasts too much, he lowers himself, leaving a trail of soft kisses from the bottom of the bra down to the hem of your pants. He isn't as slow removing your pants, undoing them and pulling them down quickly to see you in your adorably delectable matching set. A deep growl forms in the back of his throat, prompting praise after praise of how wonderful you look and how glad he is knowing that you're all his.

Your face and core heat up even more at the praises thrown at your exposed body despite him praising you endlessly throughout the relationship. No matter what he says nor however many times he says similar things, they always feel so deeply genuine that you can't help the knot in your stomach or the blush forming on your face. As he lowers his face between your thighs, the knot in your stomach tightens. Alternating his kisses between your thighs, you continuously feel his warm breath, especially when he hovers over your covered entrance to admire the soaked-through fabric.

Getting desperate for him to touch the places he's actively avoiding, you whine, "Chris, please. I need you. Stop teasing."

Although he insists that he wasn't teasing, your begs kick him enough to stop fighting his urges. Quickly removing his clothes, you notice his cock throbbing already. Not one to waste time teasing himself, he quickly works to pull your panties down, groaning as a string of your wetness follows the movement. Too tempted by seeing you exposed to him like this, he doesn't bother to remove your bra. As he settles between your legs, you quickly remove it yourself, letting your breasts free of the cage you chose to show them off to your boyfriend in.

Before lining himself up, he drags two of his fingers between your lower lips, gathering up your pre-cum. Rubbing it on the tip of his dick, he counts that as enough lube as he's too eager to feel your walls engulf him to do more preparation. As he lines himself, he looks to you for approval, sliding in slowly after your nod.

The noise leaving his lips as he bottoms out sounds heavenly and feral mixed perfectly together. And you can't even blame him; he feels so good inside you, filling you up perfectly with his thickness pressing against your walls and fighting against your tightness. He pulls back slowly until he's only half inside before thrusting in again sharply. You love it when he does this, feeling like he's trying to connect the two of you together so eagerly, wanting to feel you always.

He picks up the pace, rocking his hips to continue hitting your best spots. You try to cover your mouth to muffle the inhuman noises he's pushing out of you, but when he lifts your legs over his shoulders, you can't contain yourself anymore. The sly one-sided smile painting his face tells you that he's enjoying himself, earning those kinds of sounds from you.

Between thrusts, he teases, "You, you missed me, a lot, huh?"

Moving one hand from your hips to your breast, he cups it to display your nipple to him. Keeping pace, he leans forward and takes your nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently. As you tighten from the sensation, he groans against you, sending vibrating chills from your perky nipple to the rest of your body. All of the combined sensations work you up, and you feel your orgasm building as he continues thrusting deep inside you.

"Don't stop... Please, I'm close." You warn him.

He focuses on his thrusts, keeping a steady rhythm as he feels you clenching tighter around him again. A deep, guttural moan against your breast brings you over the edge, your orgasm rippling through your whole body as you shake and moan uncontrollably. Riding it out, Chris lifts his head to watch your face contort from the pleasure, praising you for not hiding yourself this time.

"There you go, my love. Feel it out. Let everything out. Good job."

When you come down from your high, you notice his thrusts getting sloppy. With both hands back on your hips, his grip tightens as he nears his own climax. As his grunts become more animalistic, he finishes inside you with one final deep thrust. The warm liquid fills you as his fingertips dig into your skin, only to release seconds later as his high comes to an end.

You watch his face writhe as he slowly pulls out of you. He quickly grabs one of the washcloths from the bathroom, wetting it slightly with warm water, and rubs your opening lightly with it. Wincing from the stimulation, you grab at the sheets. You know he's just trying to clean you off, but you're so sensitive from your orgasm that you can't help your reaction.

"Shh, I know. I'm sorry. I just want to help love." He places the cloth over your throbbing core and adds, "I'll draw you a bath, too. I'll hold you in there so you can rest properly."

Quietly, your voice hoarse from your screams, you call to him as he walks to the bathroom again, "Thank you, Chris. You're the best."

"Only because it's you. I love you, Y/N."

[velunas]

omg can i request an ateez or stray kids reaction to finding out their s/o having nipple piercings 🤭🤭🤭 i’m giggling

oh i hear sum purring…. IM DOING BOTH CUS IM A SLUTTTTT🫶🏽 ateez next hehe

warnings: smutty, mentions of consensual recording/picture taking, sorta pervy!changbin

chan: oh the minute he sees them he’s busting in his pants like he’d be so obsessed with them i just know it. he’d immediately ask if he could touch them and when you give him permission just know his hands (and his mouth) will not leave your tits alone until you physically cannot take it anymore. he’d also very hesitantly ask if you’d let him take a picture of them so he could look back on it every time he’s away from you. plz do him one better and let him cum on them and record it he would probably die of happiness. your nipple piercings are now his number one obsession.

minho: oh i just know he’s planning on how he’s gonna buy u all kinds of pretty and sparkly nipple rings so that he can admire how pretty they look while he tit fucks you bc there’s no way that ISNT happening. he’s probably gonna sit u in his lap and just play with them cus he’s meanie and a tease but also bc he’s so infatuated with them. he will never leave them alone honestly he’s so obsessed with them he’d probably accidentally (or not so accidentally) tell the boys ab them and now everyone knows u got pierced nips and jeongin can’t even look you in the eyes 😭

changbin: binnie is already such a simp for u but once he sees ur piercings he probably falls a little more in love with u i’m not even joking. i just know he’d be OBSESSED with them and would think ab them 24/7. he’d always try to convince you to go braless just so he can admire how pretty the rings look thru ur shirt. he’d probably keep it super cold in his room just so ur nipples are constantly poking out of ur shirt and he can just..stare at them. sorry idc changbin is an undercover pervert like he won’t say anything to u and will try to hide his nasty intentions but is secretly getting off on how oblivious you seem

hyunjin: loves them but is lowkey mad u didn’t tell him when u got them done bc he probably would’ve gone with u to get one too LMAO. he’d 100% wanna draw you nude as soon as he sees them tho like he just thinks they look so pretty on u and that u look so perfect and he just needs to sketch you so he can memorialize the image forever. i lowkey see him just playing with them casually too like he’d 100% stick his hand down ur shirt to wiggle the little bar or twist your ring in circles during a movie night or something (it always leads to sex btw).

jisung: boy would be in disbelief. he’s the ‘pics or it didn’t happen’ kinda mf but if u actually send him a picture oh he’s freaking OUT! immediately removing himself from whatever area he’s in so he can go into the bathroom and jerk off real quick. i feel like jisung is so easy to rile up so probable just the mere thought of you + nipple piercings has him shifting around uncomfortably and adjusting himself in his pants. he’d fly home as soon as he could and just pounce on u. like he’d literally yank you into his lap and pull your shirt down to see them. as soon as he gets his hands/mouth on them i’m like 90% sure he cums in his pants

felix: he’s so sweet about it omg. as soon as he finds out he’s asking u all kinds of questions like ‘did it hurt?’ ‘are they healed’ or ‘did you get both or just one?’. felix is a shy bby so he probably won’t ask to see them himself but the way his eyes keep flicking from your face to your chest makes it so obvious so plz just lift up ur shirt for him. he’d be in AWE like almost drooling type shit. he’d also be too nervous to touch them himself so you’d either have to reassure him that it’s ok and he can cop a feel, or you’d have to physically grab his hands and put them on your tits. he’d be so gentle while touching them and would probably try to hide his boner but his lil whines make it pretty clear how he’s feeling.

seungmin: he’s so annoying he’d probably try to act so nonchalant ab it. ‘oh u got ur nipples pierced? cool.’ but on the inside he’d be freaking out. he wouldn’t ask to see them not bc he’s shy but bc he doesn’t want u to know he’s extremely excited ab this so he’ll wait for u to show him urself but once u do hoooooo boy he’s going to TOWN on u so prepare urself. dom seungmin mode activated u are not leaving that bed for days i’m telling u. he’s trying all types of positions so he can see how pretty they sparkle in the light while he fucks you. when you get a package in the mail with like 10 different kinds of nipple rings don’t look at seungmin bc it definitely wasn’t him (it was)

jeongin: went back & forth on this one but honestly i think he'd be so nervous about even looking at them. he only noticed because it was particularly cold in his dorm and you had decided to forgo a bra since you were spending the night. he doesn't even know how to react when he realizes, but the crimson blush creeping up his neck and cheeks, and the fact that he cannot look at your face make it pretty clear that he noticed them. i feel like innie is so shy when it comes to anything remotely sexual so do not expect him to be the first to mention your piercings. instead he will silently suffer and would probably go to bed with a boner unless you help him out (plz help him he's so hard its painful).

[alpaca-clouds]

I have been asked a couple of times, whether I am doing requests right now and what kind of requests I would do, and now that the very eventful August is done, I thought I could actually redo my Requests Open post.

So, hi, I am Alex, I write a lot of fanfictions. Yes, I will do requests (and commissions). Yes, I will even do smutty ones. Even the really smutty ones. Yes, I will also do dark stuff and whump. I love whump.

The main fandom I will take requests for are:

Baldur's Gate 3

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Castlevania (Netflix) & Castlevania: Nocturne

League of Legends & Arcane

Stray Gods: The Roleplaying Musical

Hades

There are other fandoms I write for, but those are the ones I feel most comfortable writing for at the moment.

What I will write:

A variety of shippings (see under the cut)

Character-centric stuff about almost any character

Smut, BDSM and Kink (I might however be not comfortable with specific kinks or specific kinks just on some of the ships)

Whump + Hurt/Comfort

All sorts of lighter genre

Family Fluff

Friendship Fluff

Urban Fantasy AUs

What I definitely won't write:

No-Magic AUs

A/B/O

OCs that are not my own (with @g-vlssz Sophie being the excemption)

Any sort of reader insert (especially female reader inserts)

You will find a more detailed list in regards to fandoms, ships and so on under the cut. :)

Baldur's Gate 3

Will Write:

Pretty much any of the characters (unless they are some NPC I missed)

Any shipping combination between Karlach, Lae'zel & Shadowheart

Karlach/Wyll

Nocturne/Shadowheart

Halsin/Astarion

Alfira/Lakrissa

Dame Aylin/Isobel

Araj/Aurelia

Astarion/my own trans male Tav

(Toxic, unhealthy) Cazador/Astarion & Vellioth/Cazador

(Toxic, unhealthy) Raphael/Gortash

(Toxic, unhealthy) canon Dark Urge/Gortash

Any combination between the companions as friends

Halsin & adopted kids

Gale & Tara, as well as Gale & Yenna

Won't Write:

Anything with a Tav or Durge that is not my own (I just do not feel comfortable writing about someone else's OCs, sorry)

Any reader insert

Any shippings with Gale (the man needs therapy first lol)

Ascended Astarion

Sharran Shadowheart

God Gale

Minthara, because I never managed to recruit her

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Will Write:

Xenk/Edgin

Edgin/Zia

Any variation of the characters as platonic relationships

I will write also crossovers with BG3

Won't Write:

Edgin/Holga

Simon/Doric as a romantic shipping - Doric is canonically asexual, and I do headcanon her as aromantic as well, so I absolutely love to write them as a very intense queerplatonic relationship, but not as anything romantic

Castlevania (Netflix)

Will Write:

Any characters

(Greta)/Trevor/Sypha/Alucard (and any combination between any two of them, with the exception of Greta/Alucard)

Hector/Isaac

(Toxic or AU) Hector/Lenore

Carmilla/Laura

Striga/Morana

Morana/Cho

Dracula/Lisa (however, for them I will not write harder kink)

Will also write: Hector/Sypha/Greta & (Hector)/Isaac/Trevor

Any friendship/platonic combination between character who live in the end

Will not Write:

As said above: romantic/sexual Greta/Alucard (I headcanon Greta as aromantic bisexual and Alucard as panromantic demisexual - and in my stuff they are just not compatible in what they want from a relationship, but are queerplatonic with each other)

Cis Striga (I headcanon her as trans and I will refuse to write her as cis)

Dracula/any character who is not Lisa (however, I would write a whumpy one-sided "Isaac is crushing on Dracula" story)

Hector/Lenore as a healthy couple outside of an AU

Castlevania: Nocturne

Will Write:

Mizrak/Olrox

Erzebeth/Drolta

Edouard/Jacques

Pretty much any friendship/platonic stuff between the characters

Will not Write:

Alucard/Maria (absolutely not, that's so fucking creepy)

Richter/Maria

Admittedly so far I am also not confident enough to write Richter/Annette

League of Legends & Arcane

Will Write:

Honestly, within LoL I will write a ton of different ships - especially queer ships. So - given the amount of characters, just look at the "Won't write" and if a ship is not there, just try and ask.

I will write most of the canonical AUs of LoL (like Star Guardians and Odysse)

For the Arcane timeline I am also quite versatile when it comes to alternate timelines - from "nothing bad ever happens" AUs up to "everything goes to shit" AUs

Will not Write:

I will definitely not write anything for the characters, who are actively participating in a fascist genocide (looking at some characters in Noxus and especially Demacia)

Caitlyn/Vi (because too many fans are biphobic, and I am done with it)

Shyvana/Jarven

Stray Gods: The Roleplaying Musical

Will Write:

Grace/Persephone

Grace/Freddie/Persephone

Freddie/Calliope

Persephone/Calliope

Any platonic combination between any characters

Won't Write:

Grace/Apollo

Grace/Pan

Anything about Athena (I hate her)

Hades

Will Write:

Zagreus/Thanatos/Megaera

Hades/Persephone/Nyx

Archilles/Patroclus

I would love to write family and friendship fluff, too!

Won't Write:

Zagreus/Theseus

I have not yet played Hades 2, so...

[ihave-atummyache]

piercings

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: the boy love your piercings

18+!!! not smut but like smutty yk?

-OT8

6k words

Bang Chan: belly button

He absolutely adores your belly button piercing. He is constantly making comments on how if he were to get a piercing, he would probably get his bellybutton pierced. He always buys you jewelry, whether he is visiting a different country or just at the local store, and is always trying to convince you to wear crop tops.

He catches himself, absentmindedly, playing with the jewelry sometimes when you are laying with one another other. He always has his hands on you already, so this is just another excuse to touch you more, but you don’t mind.

He just thinks it is so pretty and suits you well. Even though it isn’t as common in Korea, in Australia so many people have their bellybuttons pierced and he never thought they looked too special or found himself particularly attracted to them until he saw yours for the first time.

It was back when you were just friends and you had reached up to grab something from a high shelf, your baby tee riding up and he caught a glimpse of the diamond that was reflecting the light.

He had to quickly grab a nearby pillow and place it over his growing erection before anybody noticed. He felt like a perv for even sexualizing his friend in this way but he literally couldn’t help it. He would accidentally think about you for too long and he would get hard at this point! It wasn’t his fault, it was the lil guy’s.

"Baby!" Chan's voice calls through the house as he enters and you perk up at his voice, not expecting him today. You had given him the code to your place forever ago and you were always happy when he took advantage of it and surprised you with a visit.

"I'm in the kitchen!" You yell from where you are and continue reading the article on your phone. His hands find you quickly, placing a package down on the island, and he wraps both arms around you from behind in your spot at the island.

"Hi," you giggle out as he presses a few kisses to your neck, tickling you and simultaneously turning you on ever so slightly.

"I've got you a gift," He kisses you one more time before pulling away and handing you the package he had placed on the island. You reach for the package and quickly rip it open.

Inside were two belly button rings, one with your first name initial on it and another one with a "C" initial on it. You can't stop the grin from forming on your face.

"You are too precious," you lean over and place. a kiss to his cheek before lifting your shirt and quickly removing the diamond stud that was already there (one that he had also gotten you).

"Can I do it?" he inquires carefully and you nod, quickly handing him the piercing to place in your belly button. He drops down on his knees in front of you and pushes it in gently and with much more ease than you ever do.

"How do you do it better than me and I have been the one with years worth of experience," You nudge him and he smiles, placing a kiss on your exposed skin of your stomach.

"I want to get a matching belly ring with you," he speaks from his place on his knees below you. He places a kiss on your inner thigh beside his face and looks up at you again when you let out a shaky breath at him.

"B-but you don't even have yours pierced," you try to sound as stable as possible but you know you failed when a small smile graces his lips, his dimple poking out. How can someone be so adorable and so fucking sexy at the same time?

"I can go get it," he reasons and you shake your head. You know his company would likely not be too happy about him getting a piercing, especially with the amount of crop tops as he has been dressed in lately.

"I don't think I can allow that, sweetheart. They already think I'm a bad influence for you since I distract you so much," you run your hand through his hair gently and he places both his hands on your thighs. He lets his eyes drop closed as you scratch his head, just like a puppy.

"How can a person be so cute and so fucking fine at the same time," You voice your earlier thought and tighten your grip in his hair and he stands quickly, pulling you towards him so he can slot himself between your legs.

"If I knew that putting my belly button ring in for me would get you this hard, I would have let you do it a long time ago," you tease at his obvious tent in his pants and now against your inner thigh. You wrap your arm around his neck and he just smirks at your comment.

"You could throw me in front of a train and I would still probably get hard," he says and you roll your eyes at his comment, cheesy as ever.

"Dork," you bring him closer to you and press your lips together.

Lee Know: nipple piercings

Lee Minho, contrary to popular belief, is not an ass man. You assume he would be a boobs man, then, right? Wrong! He is not picky at all when it comes to you. Once upon a time, before meeting you, he was truly convinced that he was 100% an ass man. The first time the two of you ever were intimate though, his head spun on his neck like something out of a cartoon.

He knew that sometimes when he would glance down at your cleavage, it would look a bit strange around where your nipples are but he just assumed it was the bra you were wearing. He also avoided staring at your chest for too long, seeing as he was trying his hardest to win you over. He didn’t want to come off as a creep before he ever even gets to confess!

He slips your shirt off and you are already making quick work of your bra before he can start helping you.

Anticipation fills his entire body at the fact he is about to see the girl he fell in love with partially bare in front of him. It feels like it takes you ages to get the bra off, but in reality it was only a few seconds.

You pull the fabric from your arms and toss it some where in the room. You eagerly reach up to grab his neck and reconnect his lips with yours, but he is frozen in place.

He looked like a perfect statue carved by Michelangelo himself. His beauty was breathtaking as always and the way he was looking at you like he would devour you at any moment, had you rubbing your thighs together.

The reason being, your nipple piercings. He just needed a second because his brain was so obviously short circuiting.

"As much as I would love to continue kissing you, darling," he pauses and glances up at your face before continuing, "I need to get these in my mouth," he continues and leans down, latching on to your right nipple without warning and playing with the other in his hand.

The moment his tongue makes contact, you moan which causes him to let out a groan in response before he start rubbing his painful hard erection against your thigh, his body desperate for friction. He pulls off with a pop and stares down at you

"I think I could cum just from hearing you moan," he practically growls before diving in to attach his lips back to your hard nipples. He switches over from sucking and instead begins using his tongue to tease the piercing and the skin around your nipple.

His lips and tongue were like magic on your sensitive chest and the way he was alternating between each bud and giving both equal attention was like heaven. You had never had someone make you feel so good from just their mouth on your nipples.

"I could do this all night," He comments when you let a particularly breathy moan, him rutting even harder against your thigh. The feeling of him hard against you but not in you was making you begin to lose your patience, and sanity.

"As much as- fuck- as much as I would love to let you, I will go insane if I don't touch you soon," you grab his face, dragging him back up to your lips. He concedes and lets his lips find yours once again, his hands, however, never stop caressing and pinching the sensitive skin of your nipples.

You moan, the loudest you have all night, when he pinched particularly hard and it send jolts through out your entire body, your back arching into his hand. Your eyes fly open when you process the sound that left your lips. He pulls back, forcing you to make eye contact with him, a blush spreading across your cheeks.

"Don't tell me my good little girl is actually a pain slut," he comments, authority and domination dripping from his voice and you have to bite your lip from moaning again just at his words. You don’t even realize you are looking for some type of friction against your aching core until he calls you out.

"Your hips are chasing me," he comments and finally places a hand on your lower half, his palm resting against your pubic bone. If he were to move down a few centimeters, he would finally be stimulating your throbbing clit.

But he refuses and every time you try to move your hips to create the friction yourself, he pushes harder against you, essentially pinning you to the bed by your pussy.

"Let's see if I can make my pretty girl cum with my tongue on her pretty titties, yeah?" he suggests, his hand holding you firmly and you whine out.

"Minho I need-"

"You don't need to do anything but answer my question," he interrupts you and you gulp at his tone again before his lips reattach to your already sensitive and abused nipples.

Changbin: tongue

The first time you meet Changbin, he didn't notice anything strange. He talked to you for hours and had never seen anything in your mouth, and trust me, he was looking. Instead, he remembers the overwhelming urge to ask you on a date, so he does. So you can imagine his immense surprise when he finds out you have your tongue pierced.

A few weeks go by and you had offered Changbin to spend the night at your house for the first time. You had been seeing each other for long enough and proposed to idea to him on your evening walk after Changbin had cooked you two an amazing dinner.

"I would love to," he replies with a grin and pecks your lips lightly. You feel butterflies in your stomach at the thought that your almost boyfriend was going to stay the night. It also makes you so excited that he seems just as giddy as you do about being able to be with each other all night for the first time ever. It also gave opportunity for the two of you to go a bit further than some kissing and heavy petting.

Later that night, you and Changbin were in the bathroom, talking and putting face masks on each other. He finishes applying your mask and presses a sweet kiss to your lips.

"Your turn, loverboy," You joke and slide your legs to the side so he can open the drawer with all of your skincare in it, allowing him to select his own face mask.

He flips through the masks for about a minute before looking at you with a cute little pout, "I don't want any of these," you roll your eyes playfully at his indecisiveness.

"Look in the next drawer, there's more options," you suggest and he grabs your ankle, moving your legs more out of the way, causing your legs to feel like someone had lit them on fire. It gets like this every time he touches you, it seems. You suddenly feel like your entire body is on fire.

"What's this?" He asks and pulls out a small piece a jewelry, your favorite tongue ring. You gasp in excitement and put your hand out for him to drop it into.

"Oh my gosh! I have been looking every where for you!" you exclaim and jump off the counter, turning to face the mirror. Changbin watches you from behind, clearly confused as to what was about to happen.

You stick your tongue out and slide the piercing in with ease, before screwing the ball on. It is a surprise that it went in so easily, seeing as it had been about two months since you last had it in.

"Shut your mouth, baby. You'll catch flies," you tease, looking at your slack jawed not boyfriend in the mirror behind you. He blinked a few times before grabbing you and turning you around. He quickly cages you in against the sink and presses his body against yours.

"Your tongue is pierced?" It was meant to sound like a question but instead comes out as a gaspy statement. His right hand slowly trails up your hand, your arm, your shoulder, until he reaches the side of your face. He strokes your cheek gently before slowly sliding his hand down to rest his four fingers on your chin.

He runs his thumb across your lips a few times before adding a slight bit of pressure, causing you to quickly open your mouth and accept his thumb into your mouth. He presses down on your tongue and tongue ring with his thumb.

"Such a good girl for me. I didn't even have to tell you to open your mouth," He breathes out, before pulling his thumb out of your mouth. You open your mouth to protest but before you can say anything, he is pushing his pointer and middle finger past your lips and rests them on your tongue, lettings out a hum as the piercing moves beneath his touch.

"Keep being a good girl and suck for me," he demands, raising his eyebrows as you open your eyes to make eye contact with him. You obey, without a second thought. After a few seconds, he pulls away slightly, his fingers still in your mouth and allowing your tongue to play with them. His eyes fall from your eyes to his fingers and the sight causes him to intake a sharp breath.

"If you had had this in when we first met, I would have begged you to let me take you to the bathroom and make a mess of you," he confesses and you close your eyes, moaning around his fingers at the thought of him making a mess out of you.

"You keep rubbing your legs together, little cricket. Do you like the thought of me making a mess of you?" he leans in closely, removing his fingers and replacing them with his own tongue instead.

Hyunjin: ears

For some reason, Hyunjin had not realized just how many piercing you have in your ears until halloween season. You often change the earrings out if you are bored or feel like something would match your outfit better.

Hyunjin is a very observant boyfriend, don't be mistaken, but he often sometimes has his 'lights on but nobody is home' moments. He would actually often compliment your earrings, especially if you wore your hair up. One day, your were sitting on the couch rewatching Tokyo Ghoul when the character, Uta, pops up on the screen. You sit up with a gasp, Hyunjin clutching on to your feet that were sitting in his lap.

"What?! What happened? Are you okay?" the panic is evident in your boyfriend's voice and face and you let out a chuckle, causing him to frown.

"I was just going to say that I want to be Uta for one of my halloween costumes," you place a hand on his shoulder and he places his own hand over his heart, taking deep dramatic breaths.

"Geez y/n. I thought it was an emergency," he looks at you with an accusatory face and you frown.

"This is an emergency! We only have a week and a half so I need to make sure that I have all the pieces I need!" you try to reason and he presses pause on the remote with a shake of his head before silently pulling out his phone.

"Okay first things first, you need to find some clip on earrings probably. That dude's ears are completely pierced! That's what gives him a bit of a scary appeal," he says, not looking up from his phone and you frown.

"Does that mean you think I look scary?" You ponder out loud and Hyunjin turns to face you, confused.

"No, no, my love! Not at all. You don't have half as many piercing as he does," he pats your knee lightly and you shake your head.

"I think I actually have more. I was counting in his scene which is what originally caused me to gasp," You say and he turns his head to face you.

"I know you have a few but you don't have nearly as many as him!" He basically repeats himself again and you stand, suddenly getting an idea.

"Let's go put an earring in every piercing I have and see how many I have actually," You suggest and hold your hand out to him. He takes it as you lead him back to your room. He sits on the bed behind you while you sit at your vanity. You open your jewelry box with all your different earrings in it and turn to Hyunjin.

"Want to help me pick some out?" You ask with a smile and he practically jumps at the opportunity, crawling to you at the foot of the bed.

"I'm not sure I'll be good at this but can you at least put this one in? I think it looks cool," he says and pulls out a small hoop, your birth stone hanging off of it and you smile.

"This is one of my favorites," You comment and turn towards the mirror, you happened to already have a rook earring in and quickly changed it out to the one Hyunjin suggested.

"It is pretty and this color looks so good on you. The fact its your birthstone is just a plus," He says at you through the mirror with a soft smile and your heart flutters at the fact that he knows what your birth stone is.

"Keep going," He encourages you and stands before settling on the ground next you, looking up at you with intrigued eyes. You reach down and place a hand on his cheek, his head tilting in the direction of your touch. He softy wrap his arm around your lower leg and you turn back towards the mirror again.

"Okay," you breathe out and start to put earrings into every one of your piercings. Hyunjin's hand rubs your leg up and down and you look down at him after putting the last earring into your right ear. He is already staring at you when you make eye contact with him.

"God, you are so stunning," he breathes out and you feel your neck heat up as a blush rushes to your face, "Oh shut up," you mumble shyly and turn to look back in the mirror again, "Okay, next ear," You say to yourself in the mirror and hear Hyunjin chuckle lightly next to you.

You finish your next ear and drop your hands down into your lap, "Okay done," you smile at yourself, turning from side to side in the mirror to look at both of your ears. Hyunjin sits up on his knees and turns to look at you in the mirror.

"Stunning," he repeats the same compliment from earlier and you turn to face him. He faces you a moment later. You take advantage of you being a few inches taller than him in this position and place your hand under his chin to lift his lips to yours.

"That's all you, baby," you whisper against his lips before leaning in and placing your lips against his. One of his hands creeps up your neck and he rubs his fingers over your ear, feeling every earring you have placed in your ears. his other hand finds its way up your shin and is resting on your knee.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he places his hands on the small of your back before standing up, standing you with him. He pulls back and grabs your jaw lightly, turning your head from side to side, observing both of your decorated ears. He places a kiss on your hair right above each ear, then your forehead, then back to your lips.

Han: septum

You bounce around your room with your best friend, singing and dancing with half finished hair and makeup. You just couldn't contain the excitement. You are your boyfriend's biggest fan. I mean, who wouldn't be a fan of THE Han Jisung?

A few days ago, Jisung walked into your room and you smiled at him, over your shoulder.

"You have good timing. I just got the notifcation that your fancam dropped," You smile before turning back to your phone and clicking on the notification. You start kicking your feet in excitement as the video loads before the sound of their newest title track start to echo through the air.

Jisung's face blesses the screen and your jaw drops before you pause of the video.

"Oh my God! Han Jisung! Why do you look so...agh!" You slam your head down into the mattress before lifting your head again when you feel a hand rest on the back of your upper thigh.

"You're fangirling over a fancam of your boyfriend who is literally right next to you," he whisper against your ear and lays next to you on the bed.

"It's just... different. You're Sungie. You're my baby. My little Jisung," you pause and pinch his cheek before continuing.

"But when you're on stage? Oh my God! You're like a different person. The guy in the fancams is Han. You know?" You try to reason and he blinks at you a few times before breaking the silence.

"Do you want to come to the show next week? Since Han gets you all hot and bothered but your little Jisung doesn't?" He half teases you but you turn to him with wide eyes and a wide smile to match.

"Oh my gosh. Can I? Please?" You practically beg and he laughs at your eagerness.

Which is how you ended up where you are. You and your best friend are at your house, getting ready to go to see your boyfriend live in concert for the first time as his girlfriend.

"Ugh! I'm just so excited!" you exclaim and stand before walking over to your desk and flipping your septum down. You quickly unscrew the ball and instead grab a plain black septum clicker. It matched your outfit and entire vibe perfectly and you squeal at your reflection.

After the concert, you and your best friend get grabbed by a security guard and told to follow him back to the waiting room. You knock lightly on the door before it swings open, revealing an extremely excited Chan.

"Y/n!" He exclaims and pulls you into a tight hug before pulling you off and excitedly also hugging your best friend, chanting things about missing them so much since they never come around anymore. You walk into the room and hear a chorus of your name and hey's from the boys as well as some of the staff.

You make your way over to your boyfriend who is waiting for you with wide open arms, "My baby!" He cries out and you giggle, walking into his open arms.

"Gosh, you look so good. All this just for me?" He asks while pulling back and rubbing a hand over the back of your head, gently.

"For you? No. Stays are hot. I can't get caught lacking," you tease and he rolls his eyes at you.

"Mhm. whatever," He mumbles out and brings his hands to your face, pulling you in closer to his lips. Right before your lips make contact, he freezes and pulls back away from you.

"Wait. What is that?" He places a hand under your chin and tilts your head back so he can see into your nose.

"Is this real?" His eyes are wide and you laugh at your goofy boyfriend.

"Baby, my septum has been pierced. For years now," He blinks at you a few times before his eyebrows furrow into a concerned look.

"Have you just not been wearing a ring around me or something? I'm not that much of a shit boyfriend...right?" he questions and you lean in, kissing him gently on the tip of his nose.

"I usually have it flipped up, Sungie. You're a perfect boyfriend," you reassure him and he lets out a breath, he didn't even know he was holding.

Felix: smiley

From the first time you met Felix, he was obsessed with your lips and mouth. He always wanted to lean in and kiss you and seeing that little piece of metal hanging in front of your teeth didn't help at all.

"I love your piercing," he interrupts you while you were telling him a story about your day and you smile at him before continuing, "Thank you, Lixie, anyways," you proceed to finish your story and Felix's eyes flicker between your eyes and mouth over and over again.

"You didn't listen to a word I just said, did you?" You ask Felix and he rests his arm on the back of the couch, letting his head fall into his hand. He opens his mouth to say something before reluctantly shaking his head no.

"I'm sorry. I'm just distracted. You're too pretty. I could stare at you all day everyday for the rest of my life and die the happiest man," he confesses and you smile, his eyes drop to your mouth immediately.

"You are such a sap," you tease but lean forward on your hands and knees to give your adorable boyfriend a peck on the lips. He quickly grabs the back of your head and prevents you from pulling away from him. His tongue pushes past your lips and you let him explore your mouth.

There is no better feeling in the world than having Felix's lips on you. You push deeper, causing him to fall back onto the couch. It doesn’t take much time for you to take advantage of the dominance switch and straddle his hips.

This was a common occurrence between the two of you, randomly making out just because. You aren't one to complain and Felix surely is not either. He only led to me half the time. It was just comfortable to explore each other’s mouths. You feel like you could record every curve and bump in just mouth.

His hands find their way to your hips, rubbing lightly, before moving lower to rest on the back pockets of your jeans. He uses this leverage to push your hips down into his own, making you grind against his bulge. You pull away from him, placing a hand on his chest when he tries to pull you away.

"Aw, did I get you all like this, baby?" you tease him and lean down, your lips making contact with his neck, gently before pushing your hips into his again. You place a few open mouth kisses against his neck before letting yourself bite him lightly, your piercing scraping again his skin ever so slightly.

Felix lets out a groan at the feeling and his hips buck up against as you continue trailing down his neck. You make it to the collar of his shirt before pulling it down and exposing his collarbones, your favorite place to mark.

He already had a few fading marks sitting on his perfect collarbones and you bite your lip at the sight. Seeing Felix all hot and bothered with marks caused by you practically unraveling in the palm of your hand was enough masturbation content for a life time.

"I would stare at you for the rest of my life too," you admit before leaning down and sucking a few hickeys into his collarbones. You go to make another mark before you feel Felix's hand thread into your hair, pulling you back to face him again.

"As much as I usually enjoy the teasing, something about you is really getting to me right now. I feel like I could cum in my pants at any moment and I would much rather cum inside of you, yeah?" his eyes are full of impatience, staring into yours.

He guides you back towards his mouth and his tongue darts out to your parted lips, flicking the piercing. Your hands quickly find their way under his shirt and you urge him to take it off which he complies to.

"I would do anything to be able to bottle this moment forever," he breathes out and kisses you again, with even more urgency than before.

Seungmin: nose

Seungmin is the cutest boyfriend ever. He may seem like he would be a bit standoffish and not as affectionate, but he is actually quite the opposite. The two of you constantly tease each other and constantly have a good time in each other's presence.

Seungmin has always been quick to fix your nose ring if your stud has twisted and is hanging out of your nose or if your hoop isn't twisted correctly. That's just how he is and it isn’t just with your nose rings.

He does it constantly no matter what it is, even if you have food on your chin or an eyelash on your cheek. He doesn't think twice before reaching out and just fixing what is wrong. He won't say a word but every time your stomach is overwhelmed with butterflies.

You are sitting with him and the boys at their house one night, playing games and just talking. You are enjoying being able to catch up with everyone since they have been so busy and you have barely been able to see any of them. Seungmin included.

So here you were sat, talking and having a few drinks. You were sat on the floor next to Chan and your boyfriend was sitting behind you on the couch.

"I've missed you guys. How are you feeling about this comeback?" You question into the air, the question not really aimed towards anybody. Chan starts to answer, going into detail about the concept and the new music video they will be filming in a few weeks.

You lean back onto Seungmin's legs from your spot on the ground and he quickly opens his legs, allowing you to settle between them and lean your back against the couch. His hand subconsciously finds its way into your hair and he start absentmindedly playing with the strands, never looking up from his phone.

"That's so sick. You are all so talented. It makes me so jealous," you laugh out and Chan laughs beside you.

"I think you're the talented one. You got THE Kim Seungmin absolutely whipped for you," Felix comments and the whole room bursts into laughter. Seungmin just lets out a 'tsk' at the comment.

The conversation carries on and eventually nobody is really talking to you so you use this opportunity to be soft with your boyfriend. You tilt your head back and he looks up from his phone, knowing you are looking at him.

"Hi," you smile and he immediately mirrors your smile with his own. Even from this upside down angle, it still lights up your whole world.

"Hi," he replies quietly and reaches out to your nose. You had an L stud in and the inside of the ring had made its way to the outside of your nose. He twists the nose ring back into its rightful place then leans down, pressing quick kiss to your forehead.

"I miss you," you whisper out, careful that no one else can hear you. He furrows his eyebrows at this, "But I'm right here, sweetie," he has a slight teasing tone in his voice and you sigh, letting your eyes fall closed.

"I know. I just miss you already, knowing that I'll have to leave you in a few hours," you confess and feel the heat making its way up your face at your own cheesy confession.

Seungmin brushes your hair away from your face before leaning down and pressing another kiss to your nose, then to your lips, completely forgetting where you two were.

"Ew! No PDA!" Hyunjin suddenly squeals from beside Seungmin on the couch and your eyes shoot open. You usually aren't all over each other like this around other people but you can't help it! You have missed each other so much and you have to make up for lost time.

Before you or Seungmin can speak up, you hear Minho's voice from across the room, "You missed it. He was just fixing her nose ring for her. He was literally picking her nose," he says with a look of disgust and you quickly cover your face with your hands.

"Shut up, all of you," Seungmin tries to defend but its too late. The teasing had already begun.

I.N: hip dermal

"Fuck, I can't believe this is happening," Jeongin mumbles against your lips, his hips pushing your legs further apart. Through the layers of clothes, you can still make out his obvious and seemingly large bulge.

"Stop talking," You object and pull him into you, your tongues tangling together once again. He feels much better than you had imagined every night while you touched yourself.

"I've imagined this so many times," He pulls away again to say, almost like he read your mind, and starts kissing your neck, starting just below your ear and making his way towards your shoulder.

"M-me too," you breathe out when he hits a spot on your neck that has you suppressing a moan and subconsciously bringing your hips up, desperate for friction. You can feel him smile against your neck before sucking harshly in the spot and this time you can't stop the moan that creeps past your lips.

"God, you even sound even better than I imagined," he mumbles against your neck before pressing his tongue flat on the spot that certainly had a mark that was increasingly growing more purple.

"Why did you wait so long to confess to me?" You question and he hums against your neck, almost in agreement. His hands trail down your sides before he reaches the hem of your shirt. He glances at you, silently asking for permission.

"Take it off, baby," you encourage him, the nickname flowing easily off your lips, just like he had said earlier. He wastes no time in following your directions and pushes the shirt up past your chest, exposing your bra to him. He grabs the waistband of your yoga pants, pulling them down slightly to expose your hip dermal piercings.

"They're even prettier seeing them in person," he places a kiss on each diamond and one kiss in the middle, causing you to squirm with impatience.

Jeongin was in awe when he saw the pictures you had posted on social media, barely being able to form words as he stared at the piercings in your hips. You had posted some pictures in a bathing suit, and he had never seen so much of you exposed before.

He screenshots the picture and quickly open your and his messages. He attaches the photo with a simple 'damn' as a caption. You start typing almost immediately.

'You like? (:' is all you reply and he can imagine your exact tone of voice and smile you're pulling. He almost pulls up FaceTime just so he can see your reaction to his compliments.

'I love. Your hip piercings are definitely doing something for me right now...' he stares at the message for a few seconds before deciding fuck it and full sending.

'You already knew I had these lol'

'but it's different imagining it and actually seeing it'

'u imagine what i look like without clothes on often, yang jeongin?' you boldly reply and he freezes for a second again before deciding it's now or never.

'too often, baby' is all he replies and he sees the three dots, indicating you are typing, pop up and go away a few times before he get a reply.

‘u just called me baby’

‘it felt right,’

"Jeongin..." you whine and push your hips again, your pubic bone making contact with his neck as he sucks another hickey below both of your piercings, then another on in the middle.

"Ever since I met you, I just knew you had to be mine," He speaks up, breaking you from the trance he was slowly putting you in with his constant teasing.

"You're too cute for your own good, mister," you tease with a smile and he hooks his thumbs into your yoga pants again, "Do you mind if I eat you out?" he suddenly questions and his big, innocent, saucer eyes are a complete 360 of the words leaving his mouth.

"Not at all," you reply and the pants are off of your legs before you can even blink.

[james-is-here]

If you don't mind, I need help!!

Okay, so I have the plot for Skz!CEO x M!CEO and so far Mn has been mentioned but not the member of Stray Kids and I for the life of me can not figure out which one to do because they'd all be hot as CEO's 😩

This is literally the only detail I need before I can give smutty shoe rutting CEO Stray Kids. I'm so delusional and gay and my thoughts are going everywhere and pinterest is a bad thing to scroll through during my type of creative block. The photos below are the culprits of my sudden creative motivation. at 11 almost 12 at night

[myseungsunglove]

Okay, I’m desperate…

I am so down bad for this haircut cut, this Hyunjin look that I might well write a fucking smutty Hyunjin piece because my soul NEEDS it like the air I breathe.

I can’t seem to find one anywhere so when that happens, Mia writes her own shit. It’s why I started writing fanfiction 8 years ago. Because I needed my stories about Dean Winchester like the air I breathed.

Now it’s Stray Kids. And recently, this particular version of Hyunjin because GOD DAMN look at him.

I did not have a feral need for writing Hyunjin on my bingo card but you guys might get it. Never really thought I’d try writing him.

I know I have a Seungmin smut and Chan smut in the works and my readership is largely those two and Han.

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