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Secret Secret - Chapter 10

OT8 Straykids x reader, ABO AU

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When Felix had received a call at nearly 4 in the morning, his first instinct had been to ignore it. His hand had reflexively hit the volume down button, silencing the call, and he closed his eyes in hopes of falling back asleep. But then his brain processed exactly who had been calling him, and he got up so quickly his body got tangled in the sheets.

He answered the call as he tried desperately to untangle his leg.

“Chris?” He whispered, trying not to wake up Hyunjin.

“I need your help.”

Those were never good words to hear from his leader and pack alpha. It wasn’t that Chan never needed help, but it wasn’t often he would willingly ask for it, nevertheless this early.

Felix’s nerves were instantly at an all-time high.

“What is it? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” His alpha reassured, although he sounded tired. “It’s not actually me who needs your help.”

With a sharp tug, Felix let out a loud huff as he finally managed to free his leg. He shuffled to the bathroom as he answered.

“What is it?”

He closed the door as quietly as he could.

“Minho’s going into rut.”

Felix paused at that. Minho’s rut wasn’t as regular as Chan’s, but it normally happened at least every 3 months. His last rut had been in August, meaning this current one was about 2 weeks early. It was unexpected, but considering his own heat had also shown up as a surprise nearly a week ahead of schedule, maybe their pack bond was compensating.

It did make him worry slightly. Seungmin had his heat scheduled for the beginning of next year, but if it came early, the singer might miss their end of year performances.

It was something to think about later.

“Do you want me to get Hannie?” Felix asked, flattening out his hair.

“No, I need you to come down to the lobby. Take the stairs, the elevator is out of commission right now.”

Felix frowned, cracking the bathroom door open to check on Hyunjin. “Okay? Why don’t you want me to get Han first thought? If Minho’s going into rut, he’s going to want him there.”

“Minho’s stuck in the elevator,” Chan sighed.

“Oh.” Felix blinked in surprise.

“Hmm, and he’s not alone.”

-0-0-

Felix hadn’t run down the stairs once he had gotten the full scope of the situation, but he did move faster than he probably should have after just waking up. He was starting to sweat, and he had forgotten scent blockers, so the lobby was already starting to fill up with his cinnamon even before he spotted the firefighters, but then normally sweet spice began to burn as his anxiety rose.

Chan approached him with a grimace. “Felix, it’s okay. Calm down.”

“Are they okay? What did the hotel staff say? Can we get them out?”

“Lixie, breathe,” Chan said, and his own scent began to spread out.

Felix took a deep breath as he was told, closing his eyes at the familiar lavender and pineapple that he was met with. He shook his hands out.

“Sorry, sorry.” His own scent was pulled in.

“They’re both fine, I just talked to Minho,” Chan confirmed, rubbing a hand up and down his arms. It was chilly in the lobby. “The firefighters are working on getting the doors open.”

“What even happened?”

“They think a cable snapped. The safety mechanism kicked in to stop it from hitting the ground, but it jammed the wiring somehow. They’ll have to open the doors manually.”

Felix was glad Chan waited until the firefighters had arrived to call him, because he couldn’t have imagined having to wait over an hour just to be reassured that his friends were alright. Even the 4 minutes it took for them to pry the elevator doors open felt like hell.

He took his unofficial assigned job seriously, being the second person to greet the two figures exiting the elevator, with the head firefighter being the first.

He didn’t even pause at the odd sight that greeted him. You were staring up at him with bleary eyes, the corners tinged purple, and he wrapped his jacket around you as a pretense of keeping you warm, but in reality, he was doing his best to hide your scent under his own. To be fair, Minho’s scent was strong enough to cover both of you at the moment, but he didn’t want to take any risks.

You had trusted him with this secret. He would do his best to make sure you were okay.

Although at the moment, you were most definitely not okay. He almost felt tempted to glare at his hyung, who despite being in the beginning stages of his rut, was far more clear minded than you were.

The firefighters were checking on Minho, but one moved to stop you and Felix as he tried to guide you out of the elevator.

“Are they okay?” he asked in broken English.

Felix was grateful one of them spoke English, because his Japanese was not the best.

“Yeah, just a little tired. I think my other friend might need a little more help.”

He would feel guilty about throwing Minho under the bus another time, but you were starting to lean all of your body weight on him, face seeking out his neck.

Chan met his gaze as he passed, giving him a small nod.

Every hotel they went to had to have a designated heat/rut area for guests who needed a place to ride one out. The managers were more than happy to book a room for Minho for when he was released from the elevator (free of charge they claimed – an apology for the elevator breaking down), but both him and Chan had agreed it would be a good idea to get you into a shower, a change of clothes, and some scent blockers.

It was mostly a precaution to keep your presentation a secret before the managers would be informed on the situation (the fact that none of them had been alerted was both relieving and worrying), but now there was a more pressing need to get you into an isolated room, one where he could check on you properly.

He wasn’t sure what happened in the elevator, but you were in a drop.

Felix had his fair share of experiences with drops, both personally and from his members. Your omega was calling the shots right now, and he needed to make sure you didn’t do anything reckless while you were out of it. Already, he could feel you nosing at the scent gland on his neck.

“Lix,” You whispered, tongue darting out to lick a stripe against his skin.

His breath hitched, heart starting to beat faster. He was thankful that the stairwell was empty, because he didn’t think he had it in you to stop you if you decided to continue. Thankfully though, you simply dropped your head against his shoulder with a soft sigh.

You also started dragging your feet.

“Come one,” He hissed, moving to adjust his grip on you. “Work with me here. It’s just one more floor.”

The two of you were nearing the last few steps when you paused a second to look up at him, blinking slowly.

“Felix?”

He let out a soft hum to show he was listening, reaching out to steady you as you began to tilt forward.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Where’s Minho?”

“He’s okay,” Felix assured you. “Come one, last step.”

“Where are we going?”

“To get you cleaned up,” He said, although he was re-considering the original plan.

The idea had been to get you cleaned up and send you back to your room before your roommate noticed you were gone, but you were likely to be out of it for a little while longer. In all likelihood, you would probably need the rest of the night (or morning, his brain supplied him) to gain some control, at least enough that he could send you back up without worrying about you slipping up in front of someone who didn’t know your secret.

He bit his lip.

“I can get cleaned up in my room,” you slurred, leaning into him again.

Thankfully, they were close to the room Chan had booked.

“I don’t doubt that. But we want to make sure you don’t accidentally reveal your omega status to anybody else,” Felix explained, opening the door.

You didn’t answer, instead letting out a soft hum as he led you into the room.

The room was spacious. It had a large king-sized bed with a soft comforter and extra blankets at the end, a desk in the wall furthest from the door, and in the middle of the room was a couch and a small table over a large fluffy carpet. Two doors were to the immediate right of the entrance, most likely a closet and the bathroom.

It smelt sterile, like most heat/rut rooms did.

You didn’t seem to like that, your nose scrunching up adorably as you entered the room. Felix closed the door behind him, slipping his phone and yours onto the table near the entrance, watching as you stood in one place, eyes blankly staring at the room without seeming to take anything in.

He was close behind you as you began to move towards the couch, suddenly flopping down like a puppet who’s strings got cut. The only sign you were okay was the soft sigh you let out.

Felix settled carefully on the edge of the couch next to you. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

That made sense. As you moved around to get comfortable, his jacket was thrown off and Felix was hit with your scent for the first time. He closed his eyes as vanilla began to invade his senses, a hint of cinnamon and maple mixing together into the sweetest combination he could imagine. Your feet pushed up against his thigh as you stretched, and Felix grabbed your ankle out of habit, thumb rubbing against your skin.

Your scent grew stronger in pleasure, and he had to swallow down the desire that began to grow in his lower body.

“Lixie,” You whispered, eyes only half open.

“I’m here,” He assured you, pushing out his own scent in hopes of calming your omega. “Get some sleep.”

You mumbled something, eyes finally fluttering closed.

Felix spent way too long watching you as you dozed, something in his chest feeling both heavy and lighter than normal, It wasn’t until the door opened with a click that he finally looked away, carefully quiet as Chan practically dragged Minho into the room, the dancer letting out a growl.

He had spent the better part of 8 years getting to know his packmates in their best and worst moments, and learning to understand their pushing points, so he wasn’t worried when it looked like Minho was seconds away from biting Chan. He simply watched as the eldest flicked Minho in the nose.

“Don’t give me that. I’m not giving you a hand job in the hotel hallways.”

Minho, with his sweaty hair pushed back and flushed cheeks, looked far too appealing for Felix, who was already struggling to maintain calm. The last thing he needed was the rutty alpha stinking up the room and pulling you from your sleep to satisfy his desires, which judging by the red strip of skin on your neck, it wouldn’t be the first time.

He cleared his throat. “You’re not going to be able to do that here either.”

It was only then that Chan noticed you on the couch, and his brows lifted. “What are they still doing here?”

“They’re in drop,” Felix explained, shooting Minho a look.

At least he had the decency to look embarrassed.

“That’s my fault. I might have gone a little overboard when scenting them.”

“You think?”

Chan clapped a hand on Minho’s shoulder to silence whatever reply he had been preparing, steering the alpha towards the bathroom.

“C’mon, you need a shower.”

Felix didn’t mention the obvious lie, knowing it was his leader’s best attempt to keep some decency in the room for your sake, even though you were asleep. He pretended not to notice the lewd noises that could be heard from under the sound of the shower, and he pulled his jacket back over your body to cover up as much of your scent as he could when they exited nearly an hour later.

Both alphas were too exhausted to do more than wish him a goodnight before they fell asleep. Even though he hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep, Felix stayed awake, his omega needing to watch over his pack at their most vulnerable.

He didn’t bother correcting his omega’s thoughts of you being a part of the pack. The mix of scents on your skin and the mark against your neck confirmed that it wasn't only Chan who felt the same. It was almost disappointing you weren’t interested in being courted.

But he wasn’t convinced you were entirely against it.

He respected your choices, but he was also hoping that someday you would change your mind, and he would finally get the chance to bring you in. It could take years, but Felix was willing to be patient. Even if he needed to wait until his career was over and was no longer an excuse. Even if he had to hold secrets from his members until then.

Felix had gotten attached, and he wasn’t willing to give you up without a fight.

-0-0-

If there was ever a reason to thank whoever invented elevators, it was now.

You understood why the hotel would place the heat/rut rooms in the basement (to prevent scents from affecting others), but it unfortunately left you having to jog up multiple different floors of stairs to reach the floor you would be meeting the boys at. You managed to make it the first 2 floors with little trouble, but then you began to grow tired and slowed down enough that you started to think about what you were going to say.

I’m an omega - Straight to the point? Probably not the best.

Maybe an introduction? They already knew who you were, but you hadn’t really talked to any of the remaining members except for Changbin. Should you give them some backstory? Explain how this all started?

You felt almost frustrated by your spur of the moment decision. You wished you at least had a chance to think about this, but you had only given yourself 15 minutes to work with, most of which was spent climbing the stairs. The one thing you were thankful for was the lack of people in the stairwell.

You did pass a couple who nodded politely to you, and there was the sound of a door opening and closing somewhere below you, but you were only two floors away at this point and your anxiety was starting to grow.

You took a moment to breathe, leaning against the railings with a sigh, and you began to notice the sound of footsteps that was growing in volume as it got closer. You frowned.

There was someone running up the stairs.

After leaning farther to get a look below you, you realized that the person running up the stairs was none other than Chan. And then you were left with worry that something had happened.

“Chan?” You called down to him.

He paused, snapping back to look at you in surprise, and a wave of emotions crossed his face before setting on something you could almost describe as relief. You stayed put as he called out for you, watching with confusion as he continued his race up.

Even as he grew closer, you didn’t seem to realize that you were who he was running towards until he was in front of you, chest heaving with the force of his breaths, his forehead pulled taught with the pull of his brows, a hand reaching out to touch your arm with a strong grip, like he was afraid you would run away from him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked you, as if somehow you had made a bad decision.

You blinked. “What?”

“Are you-“ He paused at a buzzing noise from his phone, sticking his hands into his pockets to mute the call before he continued. “I got your text.”

“It wasn’t really meant for you,” Was the first thing you could think of, followed by, “Shouldn’t you be with Minho?”

“He’s fine, Han and Felix can look after him.”

“Oh.”

Chan looked almost exasperated, fingers digging into your arm. “Sweetheart, are you really going to tell them?”

You couldn’t tell whether he was happy or mad, a smear of scent blockers keeping his feeling close to his chest, and you could only stare at him wearily.

“Yes?” His eyes narrowed, and you instinctually took a step back, his grip on your arm dropping. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“What I wanted? Why would you think I wanted that?”

You were starting to grow frustrated. “You’re the one who said I could trust them.”

“And you can! But you’ve been so insistent on keeping the secret, and all of a sudden you want to just … tell them?”

“I don’t want to tell them,” You corrected, as his phone began to buzz again.

Chan ignored it. “Then why are you?”

“Because I can’t stand to see anyone else get hurt.”

“Get hurt? What are you talking about?”

“Jisung!” You yelled, finally raising your voice, only to wince as it began to echo. You took a deep breath. “Felix lied to him because of me. You were forced to lie to Felix because of me, and now Minho is going to have to lie to everyone. Every time your pack lies to keep my secret, someone ends up getting hurt.”

Even with scent blockers on, it didn’t take a genius to tell how you felt. Chan also seemed to know that telling you it wasn’t your fault wouldn’t do much for your guilty consciousness, and you were grateful when he didn’t try to contradict you or push you anymore.

Instead, he just let out a sigh, running his fingers through his bangs.

“Do you really think this is the right time for this?” He finally asked.

“There’s never going to be a right time,” You argued, even if part of you wanted him to talk you out of it. Convince you to do this some other time, give you a moment to think. But you were afraid that if you thought about it too much longer, you might never get the courage to go through with it.

You weren’t a particularly brave person to begin with. You tried to do what you thought was right, tried to be confident and stand up for yourself – but what you wanted didn’t always connect with what who you actually were. The fact that you had made it this far, having to lie everyday and work your way out of all the problems that came up, was insane.

You were thankful when Chan was stepping closer again, because his presence made your worries and thoughts waver.

“I don’t want you to think you need to do this for me,” Chan said. The creases in his face betrayed his calm voice, and you wondered why he was so bothered about this. Was it his guilty consciousness? Did he think you would blame him?

“I’m not doing this for you, Chan.”

“But you’re not doing this for yourself either.”

You were saved by Chan’s phone once again buzzing, and after a pointed stare, he finally pulled it out. He gave the caller id a quick glance before he once again muted it. He looked stressed.

“Is it Minho?” you wondered, but Chan eased your worries with a shake of his head.

“No, it’s my manager. He must have heard the news.”

“Shouldn’t you answer it?”

Chan gave you a look. “You’re avoiding my question.”

“I’m not arguing with you about this,” You told him, moving to make your way up the stairs. “I’m late as it is.”

His footsteps echoed as he followed after you, and it was then that you remembered that the two of you were basically out in the open, considering the out of commission elevators. Anybody could enter the stairwell at any point, and even though the two of you would have heard it, who knows what kind of rumors might start up.

Famous idol and female staff member seen alone in hotel stairwell. You could see the headlines already.

You shuttered at the sight.

“You should go talk with your manager.”

Chan followed after you quietly. It wasn’t until you reached the last step that he finally spoke, pulling your attention away from the dirty floor. “Why did you choose to meet them in Felix’s room?”

You paused. “It was the first one I though of. I wasn’t exactly thinking hard when I made the text.” You turned away from him in thought. “I just … Jisung was crying, and I made a split-second decision. All I knew was that I didn’t want to ever see him cry like that again.”

Chan was staring at you - you could see it from the corner of your eye - but you refused to meet his gaze. Instead, you maintained deep eye contact with a crack in the wall.

“I didn’t want any of you to be upset.”

He moved towards you, and you froze, heart beating wildly in your chest as he neared. Chan paused next to you, eyes heavy with something unspoken, before moving around you towards the door.

“Right. I’ll get going, send you a text when the coast is clear. Head straight to Felix’s room so nobody see’s you.”

“Chan,” You called out before he could leave, and he blinked at you in surprise. “Are you okay?”

You weren’t sure why you asked that. It must have been the lingering guilt – you didn’t want him to think you were mad at him, or resented him for what was your own decision, or, or, or –

“I’m fine,” he insisted.

“Are you sure?” You wondered, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from opening your mouth to ask, ‘are you mad at me?’ because that felt far too needy.

Chan’s brows pulled down. “I really am fine. I promise.”

And then he was gone, and you could only stare as the door slowly closed behind him, the sound echoing both through the stairwell, and your head.

-0-0-

He wanted to kiss you

Chan was normally good at keeping his instincts under control, but the urge had grown so strong that he forced himself out of the stairwell before he could do something stupid, like kiss you.

Would you let him?, he wondered.

It was something he had thought about before. It was something he thought about often, if he was being honest. When you and Felix first met, after the difficult conversation had ended and you were comfortable enough to actually sit down and talk with Felix. He had felt the urge build up as he watched his omega grow closer to you, could imagine the two of you growing closer in the future.

The urge had disappeared when you had seemed to realize it yourself. He had seen the way you grew quiet, hunching in on yourself like you had forgotten where you were. You had smiled at them despite the way your shoulders remained tense, and when you made an excuse to leave them, it was only to prevent Felix from finding out that he didn’t call you out on your habit of running away.

The urge to kiss you, to keep you close, to make you pack – it haunted him. He would never dream of actually courting you without the approval of his pack, and Felix knew that better than most. And when the omega had started bringing you up to the others to see their reaction, edging at the line you had drawn when it came to your secret, he knew he should have stopped him. But he didn’t.

Because deep down, he needed to know as well.

And it felt like he might actually have a chance as time went on. You trusted him on some level, enough that when you were in trouble, you didn’t hesitate to go to him for help. Even when he just wanted to use your mistaken luggage situation as an excuse to reveal your secret to the pack (it would help to ease the growing tension he could feel between Hyunjin and him), he instead chose to swallow down his wants and do what was right for you.

It made it harder to respect your choices when you made it so easy to fall for you. He wouldn’t find out until later what exactly it is that got you so upset, but somehow he knew that when you were dismissing the Japanese interviewer, it was in their honor. And then finding out that you were there for Han when none of the other members were available, and he found himself thinking about how well you could take care of his pack. That thought was still present in the back of his head when he could scent the faintest traces of your vanilla scent under Minho’s sickly sweet syrup after the two of you had been recovered from the elevator.

And in some instances, he felt almost responsible. He would be angry with Minho later for hiding his pre-rut symptoms from him (“I didn’t want to miss our first tour performance”), but he would also feel slightly annoyed that he missed them himself. The uncomfortable grimaces he brushed off as the eldest dancer overworking himself, the short temper he attributed to the approaching concert.

His biggest warning should have been the way Minho had been increasingly overprotective over Han, to the point of nearly shoving him out of the way to reach the beta when he found out he with in distress. You had texted him that you weren’t sure Han would want the company, but he didn’t know how to tell you that the alpha had already disappeared down the hall.

Part of him also felt guilty for the consequences that his inattentiveness might have caused. All in all, the elevator situation might have had the best possible outcome, but he struggled to fall asleep thinking about the what if’s. For his packmate to corner you on the elevator like that, his overprotective tendencies fired up through is pre-rut … Chan didn’t pin Minho as the violent type, but sometimes you could never be sure.

Minho had a harder time with his instincts. Especially his alpha’s need to keep his pack safe.

Chan was just glad that whatever happened in the elevator hadn’t caused any friction. If anything, it made the part of him that longed to have you in the pack harder to ignore, especially when he had finally seen you resting with your feet pressed to Felix’s thigh’s, the marks on your neck slowly turning a light purple shade.

Omega, his alpha practically sighed, ours.

Not mine – not his. But theirs.

Pack.

The word felt like a punch to the gut.

It was rare for a sub gender to claim someone as part of the pack like that – not when they didn’t have the rest of his pack’s scent, not when there was no claim on you, not when he couldn’t even be honest to the rest of his pack about how he felt.

He didn’t want to admit it, but when Han had shown up at their door asking to be with Minho and a lingering curiosity about you being an omega, he was glad you were opening up. It felt like the first step to making his wishes reality. He had rushed after you to make sure you weren’t experiencing any omega drop side effects, that this was actually something you were doing with a clear head and not just a spur of the moment decision.

But he was glad. He was so happy it felt like his chest was going to burst with the feeling, and so like you had so many times before, he found himself running away from you. Not because he was afraid to let you in, but because he was afraid of pushing you away.

You had made your boundaries very clear.

And if he wanted to kiss you, to scent you until his claim was clear, to bite down and mark you in a way he hadn’t felt since meeting Felix – well, that was something he could keep to himself.

For now.

-0-0-

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I feel like everyone with a period or even something that causes you a lot of pain should have someone like this 🥹🥹💜🩵

cramps n cuddles .ᐟ

i have cramps and it has led me to believe that i only write when i need comfort ㅠ

bang chan x reader

in which.. after a rough morning dealing with cramps, stained sheets, and her mom’s harsh words, the reader finds comfort at Chan’s house.

You knew the cramps were coming. The dull ache had been creeping in since last night, and by morning it felt like your entire lower half was at war with itself.

You rolled over with a groan, hoping to sleep through it—but the second you shifted, you felt it.

Warm. Damp. Wrong.

“No no no,” you whispered, yanking the blanket back.

Blood. On your shorts. On the sheets. A fullblown crime scene.

You sat up fast, heart pounding. Maybe if you moved quickly, no one would—

'What the hell is going on in here?' your mom’s voice snapped from the hallway just as you were trying to tug the sheets off the bed.

You froze.

'My period came early' you mumbled, not meeting her eyes.

She scoffed. 'And you didn’t set an alarm? You didn’t notice? God, Y/N, you’re not a kid anymore. You’re ruining everything in this house lately.'

You looked down at the sheets in your arms, throat tightening.

'I didn’t do it on purpose' you whispered.

Her voice was soft, yet she mumbled. 'Of course not. But somehow I’m still the one stuck cleaning up after you.'

That one stung. Even though you knew she didn’t mean it like that....maybe. You weren’t sure anymore. You just nodded and walked past her, trying not to let the tears slip out until you were safely behind your closed door again.

You stared at your phone for a second, curled up on your bare mattress, still cramping, still humiliated.

Then you messaged him.

You stared at the screen a second longer. Then you got up, threw on a hoodie, grabbed your bag, and left without another word.

He opened the door before you even knocked, like he’d been waiting. Wordless, he pulled you into a hug the second you stepped inside.

You held on tighter than you meant to.

'No one should get yelled at for bleeding' he said into your hair, like it was just a fact. 'You okay?'

You shook your head, face still buried in his hoodie. without you even realising, tears started falling and you held his hoodie even tighter if that was humanly possible.

'I just feel like a shit daughter.. i feel like i cant do anything right. She yells at me then tells me sorry over the phone saying she was in a bad mood i--'

'its okay' he murmured, listening for a bit then hugging you even tighter. He wiped your tears before grabbing your wrist and walking.

He led you to his bed, tucked you under the covers, and handed you the heat pack he’d microwaved before you even got there. 'Lay down. I’m gonna make you some tea.'

You blinked up at him. 'What if I stain your sheets too?'

He raised an eyebrow. 'Then I’ll wash them. And buy red ones next time.'

You actually laughed—just a little.

'Seriously' he said, kneeling beside the bed. 'You’re not disgusting. You’re in pain. And if I could fight your uterus for you, I would.'

You sniffled, then pulled him down beside you, finally letting yourself exhale.

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★Boyfriend Felix Drabble***

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

***what happens when your boyfriend surprises you with a special phone call?

“Are you missing me, baby?” Felix whispered low into the phone. His deep voice somehow sounded impossibly deeper than usual. You sat up in bed, swallowing hard before you answered. He loved that lingering silence between words. The bated breath, the suspense, he smiled wider at every passing second.

“Yes, of course I miss you.” You cooed, letting your voice raise a few octaves.

Felix groaned softly, vocal cords vibrating and stomach flexing. “Oh yeah? How much?”

You could hear the heat as he spoke. Like electron volts being sent as fast as possible to your core. “So much…” you mumbled, your other hand already traveling down your stomach to the waistband of your shorts.

The shorts you had told your boyfriend you were wearing. The shorts you had described as ‘light blue and extra short’ with the hem of them kissing just below your inner thighs.

“Then why don't you slip your hand down those pretty little shorts of yours?”

He always knew. He could always sense that tonal change in the way you spoke to him. Those breathy syllables that pierced his eardrums and drove him wild. You hummed back a soft “mhmm” and he was rapid. He pressed his phone to his ear and held it there with his shoulder so he could use both his hands to rip off his belt as fast as possible. Once the belt was out of the way, then came the annoying zipper to his pants and finally the cumbersome boxers that held back his already throbbing cock.

“Mmm and how wet are you already, my baby?” His voice vibrated down your skin. You slid your middle and index finger between your legs and opened your lips, collecting a generous amount of wetness to bring to your clit. “So wet already, Daddy.”

The trigger word. Like a gun literally being cocked and fired into the open air without a care to who it could hit. Felix moaned shamelessly loud into the receiver, his hand moving in a steady motion up and down his cock, with the occasional lingering on his tip. He was sensitive tonight, his tip already red and leaking impatiently, he wasn't sure how much more he could take.

“How about you stick two fingers in that soaking cunt and you imagine their mine? How does that feel?” Felix had skipped the playful banter and gone straight to the dirty talk. Your pupils widened and your skin felt white hot. You quickly did as you were told like a good, obedient puppy. Because you loved being good for him and fuck all if you didn't love the fucking praise that came with it.

“Mm’feels so good…” you moaned seductively into the phone, your words muddled from your heavy breathing.

“That's a good girl. I'm so proud of you.”

Your head fell back against your headboard and you almost let yourself pour over the edge from those words alone. But instead your fingers moved faster, your moans grew louder. your cunt squeezed and pulled at your fingers just desperate for what she actually wanted: Felix’s cock. You closed your eyes and imagined the feeling. Stretching, slipping, slamming. The way he would flip you over on your stomach, pull you up by your hips, and piston into your pussy like no one else was allowed to have it.

In your imaginative trance you could hear Felix groaning and grunting on the other end of the phone. You pictured his head right by your ear while he had you bent over and needy.

“I want you to beg me to come. Beg me for it, my baby.” He growled into your ear. You were so close already, so near the finish line that you didn't know how long you could hold on.

“Please…please…please! Please can I come?!” You shouted into the phone, begging and squirming like your life depended on it. You were riding your fingers but in your mind you were taking all of Felix's cock like the good girl you were. In your mind you were feeling every inch of him disappear inside of you, filling you completely.

Felix's hand was a blur. He thrusted himself into his hand over and over again, blood pumping, heart pounding. He was hungry for you. For your taste, your smell, your body, your face. “Louder, puppy. I can't hear you.” He snarled into the phone, his own hips becoming clumsy and erratic with desperation. He needed to hear you really beg for it. Needed to hear that pathetic cry in your tone that told him you were his.

You could feel necessitous little tears starting to prick the corners of your eyes. You had selfishly moved your fingers to your clit and rubbed frantically. You could feel the sensitive bud press against your fingers aching for a climax, a release.

“Please Daddy! Fuck…. Please!!” You screamed louder than before. Like a petulant child demanding their reward. “I've been so good…” you were quick to add, because we'll, fuck. It was true.

Felix felt his cock pulse in a few quick successions against his palm, a sure fire sign that he was ready to blow. He held the phone close to his lips with one hand while his other finished him off with practiced precision. “Come for me, my baby. But make it a big one. Let me hear you…”

His words like warm silk wrapping you tightly along your entire body until the cord snapped in your stomach. Your fingers, ounces vigorous and aggressive, now slowed to an easy pace to let every muscle constrict impossibly tight before relaxing like water against your bed sheets.

Felix sat up on his knees, balancing himself on top of the bed. He had one hand on the mattress while the other pumped his cock, focusing on his tender tip until all he could see was your perfect face. Your mouth opened, your tongue splayed out. A pretty pink canvas for him to paint with everything he had in him. He milked himself dry, imagining every inch of your face covered in his seed.

“You…did so good for me, baby. Daddy is so proud of you.” He huffed out, throwing the comforter into the laundry basket in the corner. “I miss you so fucking much. And next time, you're fucking me, you hear me?”

You giggled softly into the receiver, a pink hue hitting your cheeks and tinging the tips of your ears. “Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say.”

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Insecure

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader Word Count: 1.1k Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Body issues, Toxic parents, Eating issues

When you fall back into your old thoughts your boyfriend is always there to reassure you.

You pushed the last piece of meat to the side of your plate, you had been picking it up and putting it down for the last few minutes between conversations and sips of your drink. You couldn't eat it, the thought of putting it in your mouth made bile rise in your throat, but you didn't want to look like you were trying to avoid it so you just continued chatting with Chan and Seungmin who were across from you and when the servers finally came to clear the table you let them take your plate feeling the guilt and hollow relief flooding you.

It had been such a bright spot when everyone was together again. Catching up with all the members, you hardly saw them as a whole group anymore only when one or more of them was over at your boyfriend and Minho's when you were visiting, which wasn't that often with their tight schedules. You had missed them all but success had a price and it was their time. Felix regalled you with stories and showed you photos from his last trip to Paris and the distraction kept you from noticing your beloved Jisung and Minho’s eyes on you as you spoke, laughed and drank.

On the drive back to the dorm you’re struck by how quiet Minho and Jisung have become. They exchange looks you can’t decipher, and each moment of silence twists a knot tighter in your gut. When you step into the hallway, Minho murmurs good night and vanishes behind his door either giving you space or warning you that something’s wrong. You’re too unsteady to know which. 

Stretching to give yourself something to do you made your way to the couch fishing your phone from your bag before dropping it on the coffee table with a soft thud. You could feel the anxiety that was starting to fill the room, that was coming off your boyfriend in waves, that made you feel worse than you had earlier in the evening before you met him for dinner. Ignoring the way your heart was thumping in your chest you scrolled through your phone to keep yourself busy.

"Bubby, do you not feel good?" he finally asked, pouting as he flopped down beside you and laid his head on your lap, his warmth and concern pinning you in place on the plush pillows.

"I'm fine Ji" you frowned blinking as you looked down at his handsome face, the worry plainly written in his beautiful brown eyes “just tired I guess”.

"Then why didn't you eat more than a few bites of dinner?" he pushed gently, his soft voice making you stiffen the stilling of your breath giving away your lie. His eyes widened as he felt it and you realized he had noticed.

"I just wasn't hungry Ji, I'm fine" you tried to smile but it faltered and the cracks in your mask appeared making his brows furrow further.

"Yeah that's not it you were super excited about it this morning" Jisung blinked moving so he was now sitting up and facing you, his breath fanning across your skin "What changed between then and dinner?".

"Nothing Ji, please it's nothing" you almost pleaded, your throat tightening as you spoke but it only made him move again so he was kneeling between your knees so he could study your face.

"It's not nothing if you say nothing twice in a sentence bubby" your sweet boyfriend sighed, taking your hands tightly in his "Please tell me".

"I… spoke to my mum" you admitted forcing yourself to look as neutral as possible hoping that would suffice but the rising embarrassment and shame was threatening to spill over the walls you had built around them.

"She spent the whole time criticizing me," you admitted, each word a confession of your inability to contain your emotions."She spent almost 45 minutes telling me that I was gaining weight again and that if I got fat again you would leave me because you would be too ashamed to be seen with me".

“That’s not true my love” Jisung’s face crumbled with disbelief and anger, cupping your face with one of his warm hands, his soft whisky eyes staring into your own was enough to crack the facade. "None of those things are true bubby" brushing his thumb over your cheekbone to catch the moisture collecting on your lower lashes "None of that matters to me you are perfect to me".

"I can't look like I did before. I can’t be that unlovable, worthless girl again " you recoiled in self doubt looking away from him and down to the hand he was still holding. The tears you had been trying to hold in blurring your vision.

"You have never been worthless or unlovable." He spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper and raw with his own emotions now. Sobbed pulling your hands away from him and covering your face, your breath was sounding ragged now despite your attempts to hide from him.

"No, never bubby. I'd never leave you. I love you" he countered "I love you, I. Love. You" he kept repeating the words as each tear fell prying your hands from your face to see your tear stained makeup and red nose.

A door opens and you tense, embarrassed and self-loathing flooding back. Minho’s voice echoes from the kitchen as he drops a steaming bowl of ramyeon on the coffee table. The aroma drifts to you, and despite yourself your stomach lurches at the sight of food. Jisung rubs small circles on your back, pleading. 

“Please eat. Your mother’s cruelty isn’t truth.” Minho adds gentle encouragement about fueling your body, and even as you swallow hard you feel the weight of their worry.  

Each mouthful that you reluctantly let Jisung feed you was a blatant slap across the face of the thoughts swirling in your mind. But his soft whisky colored eyes continued to look at you with devotion and not the pity that you had assumed would be there after you confessed all your faults. 

Finally Jisung gathered you into his arms, rocking you gently, the feeling of your sweet beloved boyfriend's body heat seeping into you through your clothes, his soft words swirling among the cruel ones of your mother and of yourself. Jisung gradually moved you until you were sitting in his lap wiping your tears with his fingertips and kissing the places they had been while he tucked your hair behind your ears.

“I love you Jisung” you breathed against his skin “Please don’t leave me”.

“Never my love” he kissed the top of your head holding you against him.

a/n: Thank you for reading lovelies, as always I deeply appreciate all your likes, reblogs and comments they light up my day.

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we’re all boring to someone, annoying to someone, ugly to someone, but it’s not that deep

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Damn 😩

night moves (18+)

inspired by that slutty slutty shoot joe did for coup de main (that pic of him in the chair… you know the one)

contains: steve x reader; reader with a vagina and breasts; reader is referred to as ‘good girl’ etc several times through this fic; teasing!!!; oral (m receiving); cock worship; some scent kink; silly but also stern steve trying to teach u a little lesson about patience. also robin gets laid 🤍

steve looks good. this isn’t an unusual occurrence - he always looks good - but tonight’s outfit has you reeling.

he never wears black levis, but he’s shown up with a pair on tonight. tight enough to see his goddamn cock through, the curve of his ass emphasized. you’re dizzy over them, but the terracotta button-down that he’s wearing makes your thighs clench together. it’s unbuttoned enough to truly be considered slutty, and the sleeves are rolled up, pretty veins and hands on display. and he’s wearing a goddamn leather jacket, too. you didn’t even know he owned one of those.

“what’s this all about?” you ask, tugging at the soft leather.

“family heirloom,” he explains hesitantly. “why? is it weird?”

“no,” you say quickly. “you look incredible tonight.”

steve leans in a little, his sunglasses sliding down the straight slope of his nose. you can see his eyes, going from milk chocolate to dark chocolate. “you really think so?”

“know so,” you breathe, taking a step back, because you might kiss him stupid - or faint - if you don’t.

and it must be obvious that you’re reeling. steve’s arm cradles your waist tightly, keeping you close to him all night. this whole thing is new - being in public with him for the first time as a couple. you’re sweating, face perpetually hot, the scent of his fig cologne sticking to your skin.

and every time he faces you, you feel more and more ridiculous. his cock is practically shouting at you. all you want is to be out of this stupid bar, on your knees for him, his thick length stuffed into the back of your throat.

you take a deep breath to steady yourself and sip on your cocktail, to give the impression that you’re a normal person and not ridiculously horny.

“something wrong?” he asks, lips tickling your ear. you can hear the smug smile in his voice.

“you drive me crazy,” you say softly, voice just above a whisper.

you’re sure he can’t hear you over the loud music of the bar, but he must be a lip reader, because he smiles wide.

“you look good tonight too, y’know,” he says, his hand moving from your lower back to the back of your neck. he slides a finger under your sleeve, and fiddles with your bra strap. his breath in your ear makes you shiver. “can’t wait to get you alone.”

you turn to look at his pretty face now, his hair all tousled, his cheeks pink.

“we’ve been here long enough, don’t you think?” you murmur.

steve tuts. “eddie’s gonna think you’re rude if we miss his set.”

you bite the inside of your cheek. “there’s a bathroom.”

he shakes his head, beaming, finishing the last of his drink. “uh-uh. you’re a good girl. you can be patient for me, can’t you?”

you want to punch him. he does it to tease you, because he knows how much you like it when he talks to you like that. a little condescending, a little mean. you glare instead, now biting your tongue, irritated.

“i love it when you look at me like that,” he says, taking your empty glass and heading to the counter to get you another.

you can finally breathe, though you’re still suffocating. eddie’s band hasn’t even set up yet. and you don’t get why steve wants to stay to listen to music he doesn’t like for a guy he only quasi gets along with. robin’s here somewhere - and with jealousy, you realize she’s probably finger-banging her girlfriend in the restroom right now.

steve’s back at your side, still grinning, handing you another drink.

“got you the sweet kind,” he says, then leans in. “not sure if you should be drinking, though. afraid you’re gonna try to fuck me right here if you get drunk enough.”

his jawline is incredibly defined as his head leans back, another jack and coke at his lips. if you were stronger, you’d drag him outside, or at least into the men’s bathroom.

“keep it up and you won’t get fucked.”

steve scoffs, wraps his free hand around your waist and pulls you into his chest. “then what’ll you do, huh?” he asks quietly, his nose almost touching yours. “gonna touch yourself in my bathroom all alone?”

“maybe i won’t spend the night,” you say, voice wavering. you’re very unconvincing. “maybe i’ll go home and use a toy.”

he grins again. “you gonna suck your dildo before you ride it?”

your eyes widen at the debauchery. steve’s got a mouth on him, but he doesn’t typically use it outside of the bedroom.

“yeah,” he says, shit eating grin widening. “you’re droolin’, baby. wanna taste my cock so bad, yeah? wore these just for you. know how much you like seeing it.”

he grinds himself into your hip bone. you almost drop your goddamn glass.

“you think i don’t want to take you to my car and make your brain melt?” he continues. “i do, baby, but i’m patient. you gotta learn.”

your mouth is dry.

at your lack of response, steve’s shoulders drop. “too much?”

you shake your head quickly. “no,” you insist, “i like this version of you.”

he relaxes a bit more, presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “good girls get rewards,” he murmurs.

there’s a sudden bang! behind you. you whip around to see the drummer beginning to set up on the stage.

“we gotta stay after, too, y’know,” steve says, lips ghosting over your neck. “say congrats and all. maybe get some food.”

your head whips back around so you can glare harshly at him. “we are not going to dinner after this.”

he can’t stop grinning, his teeth gleaming in the low light. “don’t be selfish, honey, we don’t all have something to eat later.”

you sort of wonder what he would do if you fought back. would he chase you if you said you were leaving? would he give in?

you don’t have time to contemplate, as robin finally emerges, chugging a water with a red face. her girlfriend’s all blissed out, leaning on robin for support.

“gross,” steve says, stepping away from you. his body parting from yours makes you feel cold.

robin grins widely, cocking her head at him. “oh, so you hate gay people?”

they argue - steve can’t take a joke sometimes - but you block them out. you sip absentmindedly on your drink, watching as eddie finally emerges on stage to set up the amps and pedals.

“third stall in the girl’s bathroom,” robin’s partner says, nodding and giving you a thumbs up. “pretty cushy in there, if you guys need a space.”

“thanks,” you say weakly.

you’re tense when eddie’s band starts to play, finally, and the drinks aren’t helping. you’d like to relax like steve is now, a third drink in his hand.

what’s really infuriating is that steve has the audacity to nod his big head along to the music and act like he really cares about it, when you know his vibe is the eagles and queen, not this.

he finally looks at you, still smug. “not polite to stare.”

“not polite to tease.”

he scoffs again, throwing a hand out to gesture towards the stage. “what are you talkin’ about? i’m havin’ a great time.”

your eyes follow his strong biceps and you want to sink your teeth into the flesh and muscle desperately.

he opens his mouth to make a comment about it, but you reach into his glass to fish out the cherry that came with it. you stare him down as you bring it to your lips, your teeth sinking into the cherry instead of him.

he watches you, eyes darkening, hooded, his fingers flexing around the glass. tart juice spills down your chin and you make no attempts to clean it up.

“want the stem?” you ask, holding it up.

steve leans forward to wipe the sweetness with his thumb, then sucks it into his mouth.

you’re blown away. outperformed.

“you’re gonna get it,” he says lowly.

you force a smile, heart beating fast. “what i want?”

he laughs and leans back, eyes moving to the stage again. “you’ll see.”

there’s another half an hour after the performance where everyone shoots the shit in the ally behind the bar. you’re squirming the entire time while steve’s arm stays wrapped around your waist, holding you into him, trying to make you stop.

and when eddie asks if anyone is coming to the diner with the band, you brace yourself for steve to say yes.

instead, he yawns loudly and shakes his head. “we’re too tired, sorry.”

“you just hate me,” eddie says, waving him off.

“how’d you know?” steve says, then guides you to turn around, moving towards his car. “we’ll see you soon — vickie, drive safe, please.”

she gives him another big thumbs up and you try to remember her name for the next time you see her. you have bigger priorities right now, though, as steve walks silently beside you. your clit pulses between your thighs, the short walk nearly excruciating.

he gets the door for you - a gentleman, of course - and for a brief moment, as you sit, you’re at eye level with his dick.

steve doesn’t linger, though. he shuts the door and moves to his side. you stare at him, a little nervous to be alone after all that was said earlier.

“you,” he says, pointing a finger at you after turning the key, his eyes equally playful and serious, “have a lot to make up for tonight.”

steve spreads his legs wide, still clothed (with that jacket), hair tousled. he’s spread out in a chair at his place, the room lit dimly by a lamp in the corner. it makes you sleepy but you’re convinced his bulge has hypnotized you.

he looks at you like he’s disappointed. it’s all a rouse, of course. he’s doing all of this because he saw how hot it made you earlier, and he had told you as much before sitting down.

“strip,” he finally says.

you don’t hesitate, of course. you’ve been waiting to get your damn clothes off all night. like a palette cleanser, one of these nights plays softly in the background, spinning on the record player.

“underwear too?” you ask.

he hums. “keep ‘em on.”

you do as you’re told.

steve stares at you for what feels like forever, sort of squinting. “give me a spin, baby,” he says, spinning his finger.

you do, nice and slow, letting him look. look at what he’s missed out on all night, what he could have had in the bathroom or the ally or his car all night. when you’re back to facing him, he beckons you over.

“come here.”

you like him like this. you like him when he’s goofy and soft, too, but this is new and exciting.

you stand between his thighs and he moves his hands to your ass, gently cupping it. he’s gorgeous below you. his hands roam, hands squeezing almost a little too roughly, but never making you wince. you’re giddy about it, his eagerness showing through with every handful he takes of you.

“on your knees.”

you drop down so quickly it hurts, your knees throbbing, but you don’t complain.

steve leans forward to cup your cheek. “gotta teach you a thing or two about patience, don’t i?” he asks softly, eyes scanning your face and landing on your lips.

“mhm,” you agree.

“i’d tell you not to act like that again, but i really liked it,” he admits, smiling softly at you. “like knowing how much you need me.”

“i really do,” you breathe.

“i know.” he kisses your forehand gently. “so here’s the deal. i’ll let you have what you want, but there are two stipulations: you can’t touch yourself, and i’m going to draw this out as long as possible. how’s that sound?”

you try to be cute. “am i going to cum tonight, stevie?”

he hums. “no way, baby. this is all about patience, remember?”

you know how much he’s obsessed with pussy, so you don’t take his threat very seriously.

“no cheating,” he instructs. “no clenching your thighs or anything.”

you bite your lip. you’re still trying to be cutesy. “and what if i do?”

he grins and leans down to touch the tip of his nose against yours. “if you want my cock so bad, baby, you’d better play by the rules.”

he finally kisses you, soft and slow. it’s not heated like it usually is when you’re with him. it clicks that he’s taking his time, and you really wish he wouldn’t. not just because of your eagerness - it’s also two in the morning and your head hurts from all the heavy metal.

he pulls away from you slowly and leans back in his chair. “go ahead,” he says, a finger tapping his belt buckle. “slow.”

it takes three minutes to get his tight jeans down his thick thighs at a pace that he likes. you leave the briefs on. you‘ve already mapped out what you’re going to do.

there’s a sizeable stain of precum where the tip of his cock rests. you’d like to make a comment about it but you abstain, knowing he’d drag this out for longer.

“wait,” he says.

so you do.

one of his hands sneaks down to palm at his erection. his head falls back and he lets out a breathy moan as he touches himself. you don’t know where to look - his big hand on his cock, or his pretty face twisting softly with pleasure.

“maybe i should just jerk myself off, huh?” he rambles. “make you wait even more.”

you almost whimper.

“‘s okay,” he assures, “i’m not that mean.”

but he does keep touching himself while you stare at the stain of precum grow. you spread your legs far apart but you’re definitely still cheating, your cunt clenching and unclenching.

you’re just about ready to beg when he finally stops, moving his hand back to the armrests.

“slow,” he repeats, like you’re a dog, and you really don’t mind.

your hand replaces his. he’s hot to the touch, even through the cotton. your thumb swipes against his head and he groans softly above you. his pre transfers to your thumb and, just as he had done with the cherry juice, you suck it into your mouth.

“copy cat,” he breathes, pupils blown.

you smile up at him, then lean forward. you maintain eye contact with him until your lips reach his cock, and you mouth at him through his briefs.

“jesus,” he groans, hands gripping the chair.

you take your time with it like he told you to. kissing him through the fabric, getting a taste of him — really him. his musk is intoxicating, and you make him gasp like a prude when you inhale deeply.

“wanna worship it?” he breathes, hips bucking, his cock grinding into your cheek. “this what you wanted all night?”

you nod, mouthing at him more.

steve shakes his head, perhaps in disbelief. you haven’t been quite so needy before.

your spit mixes with his precum, the fabric sticking to his cock. he finally relents, gently ordering you to pull his underwear down.

his cock springs up, almost hitting his stomach. you pause, feeling hypnotized again, before pulling them down to meet with his jeans at his ankles.

his cock’s so pretty. pink at the tip, a pronounced vein running down the underside, and big enough to make your jaw ache.

you’re not thinking as you lean forward. steve’s hand stops you, his palm pressing against your forehead.

“thought you were learning.”

“i am,” you whisper.

he holds his palm out. “spit.”

he makes you watch as he jerks himself off, your spit helping his hand slide up and down the shaft. your thighs twitch towards each other as you stare at him, brows furrowed.

you want him so badly. want to climb up into his lap and kiss his pretty face stupid. he bites his lip, moans breathily sneaking out as he keeps stroking himself slowly. he concentrates on you, a strand of hair falling into his dark, hooded eyes.

you bite your tongue so hard it almost bleeds. your pussy works like it has a mind of its own, helplessly clenching, your clit aching horribly. you’re certain you’ll scream, one queuing up in your throat. he has about ten seconds before you throw a tantrum like a baby. he’s so beautiful that it makes you forget yourself.

“go on,” he says eventually, leaning back again.

you’re relieved, almost to the point of tears. you move a little closer and press soft kisses to the inside of his sensitive thighs. his cock kicks near your forehead as you move nearer and nearer. you let your tongue flick out against his skin, smiling when he sighs.

if you weren’t so impatient, you’d make him wait for it.

you move up, up, up, but not to where steve’s expecting you. instead, your lips place a gentle kiss to his sack.

he sort of sits up, brows furrowing hard. so you continue, your tongue laving over his balls gently.

“oh my god?”

it isn’t a protest, so you continue. you mouth at them, too, licking and sucking gently. one of his hands tangles itself in your hair and he moans loudly above you. it goes straight to your clit, of course, and at this point you’re once again near tears at the ache.

you lick your way up his balls and to the base of his shaft. you place a chaste kiss there before continuing upwards, licking a long stripe up to the head. you make sure to run your tongue along the aforementioned vein and he shivers.

his voice cuts the silence. “worship, baby.”

you kiss the head of his cock, the salt of his precum laying heavy on your tongue. you make out with it, using your tongue, doubling down every time steve groans. his hand stays in your hair and he gently moves you down to kiss the rest of him.

steve’s free hand grips the base of his cock and he pumps gently as your tongue flicks against him. after a long moment, he pulls you back, crowding your space again.

“can i say something?”

“yeah,” you breathe.

you watch his throat bob as he swallows hard. “i want to use your mouth.”

you gasp breathlessly, happily. “please, steve.”

so he stands, kicking off his jeans, keeping his grip tight in your hair. he pumps himself still, keeps you at eye level - again - with his leaking tip.

“hands on my thighs,” he says softly. “pinch me if you need me to stop, alright?”

you nod, hands resting where he’s instructed.

“i’ll go slow,” he promises. “still need to finish our lesson, right?”

you nod again.

he gently kicks your thighs apart with his feet. you hadn’t noticed how close they’d gotten to pulling together.

“my pretty girl,” he coos, leaning down, pulling your head up. he kisses you much more fervently this time, but shorter. “i’ll give you just what you want.”

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SKZ Japan 3rd Mini Album — HOLLOW Edited, Re-colored, Re-touched

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I am a grown ass adult and I still get nausea when I feel like I'm in trouble. They're gonna send me to the principals office and take away my toys for a week. Can you just fucking kill me instead of making me stew in my fucking anxiety

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the soonie pics that lino sent

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Kuju Flower Park, Japan

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☾ ━━━ PAIRING: HAN X READER

☾ ━━━ GENRE: FLUFF

☾ ━━━ CONTENT: FRESH TATTOO, MENTION OF NEEDLES, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, CUDDOES, INFLAMMED SKIN

☾ ━━━ WC: 0.7K

☾ ━━━ NOTE: I got new tattoos the other day and was telling my artist I love feeling the raised skin after getting a tattoo and here we are

Coming to Jisung’s tattoo appointments with him quickly became one of Y/n’s favorite activities. Sure he had only had a few sessions but she still loves it. His artist was always kind enough to give her a chair to sit next to her boyfriend as he laid as the needle deposited the black ink into his honey skin.

“You doing okay, baby?” Y/n asked as Ji squeezed her hand as the needle went over his ribbone

“Yeah, just stung a bit,” he responded

“It’s looking pretty good though,” Y/n told him

The two talked through the appointment, even the artist joining in on the conversation every once in a while. Jisung did have to squeeze her hand tighter once it came to the shading. Especially with the old English letters, there was quite a bit of space to fill.

Y/n would take peaks at the tattoo, seeing the skin all risen from the needles burying the ink in the skin. It would go down by tomorrow like it had with his last tattoo and her boyfriend would have a fun new tattoo that she could gawk at along with Minho.

When the artist was done, Y/n helped her boyfriend sit up before he got off the table. Walking over to the mirror and having a look at the final piece.

Y/n unfolded her boyfriend’s shirt as he walked back over and thanked the tattoo artist. The artist met them up at the front after he wrapped up the art and let them gather their things. “Got everything?” Y/n asked him as she stood from her chair r

“Yeah,” Jisung answered as he took her hand. Walking to the front to pay and go over the aftercare. He thanked the artists again before they left the shop.

“Thank you for coming with me,” Jisung asked as they got into the car, away from the public eye, and he kissed her cheek

“You’re welcome. I like watching it anyways,” Y/n smiled

“You like watching me get stabbed by needles continuously?” Jisung said as the car drove off back to his home

“Not that part, but it is fun to watch the process of it all.”

“I can’t wait for the day you get one and all me to come with you.”

“I think you’d be more excited than me for that.”

The couple laughed, talking about possible tattoos for her and more for him before they got back to his apartment. The two thanked the company driver and headed up to the home. Learning it was just the two of them at home for now. Jisung plopped down on the couch as Y/n went into the kitchen to get them some food.

“I say we just order food,” Jisung yelled from the couch

“Minho buys ingredients to cook with, e don’t need to order food,” Y/n called back

“Yeah, but I want my Y/n cuddles.”

“I’ve been with you all day.” She said as she joined him on the couch.

“And I’ve done is squeeze your hand.” Jisung pulled her on top of him and wrapped his arms around her.

“You squeeze me anyway.”

Jisung talked her into ordering food and turning on a movie while they waited for dinner to arrive.

“How’s your tattoo feel?” Y/n asked

“Little stingy but nothing terrible,” Jisung answered her

“Can I touch it?”

“Touch what?”

“The tattoo, dummy.”

“It has the second skin on it, you won’t feel anything.”

“I just wanna feel the raised bit of skin.”

“Baby, I love you but why?”

“I don’t know. Looks cool and I wanna touch it.”

“Weirdo.” Jisung laughed before lifting the side of his shirt for her.

The protective layer had creased a bit with the idol's body movements, which was normal. Y/n ran her fingers over the tatted area, feeling the creases from the second skin and the inflamed area of the tattoo. Jisung jolted a little, like he was being tickled but let her run her fingers over it, focusing on the show on the TV.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked her after a few moments. Her fingers just mindlessly gliding gently over the area.

“Yes. Feels nice.”

“Love you, weirdo.”

“Love you too, pabo.”

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one of the guys in the kitchen at work got called irritating and replied “I am not irritating. You just find me irritating. There are many people who love me.” I think we should all adopt his attitude

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he looks so good.. what the hell.