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[stars-n-bubbles]

❥08:27pm (m)

bang chan x fem!reader — established relationship, fluff, explicit sexual content. [1,1k wc] cws: very soft!!, penetrative sex, teasing, light dirty talking, they're very in love ♡

"Have you ever tried counting them?"

You watch Chan's silhouette raise just a bit, the outline of strong, toned arms and back seemingly ascending from the darkness of where your body lies. Your head turns back to look at him—large form held above yours and smiling down at you. Lovingly. It's always so full of love. It's just who he is and he can't help himself. 

"Suppose I should try?" you answer, reaching a hand up and gently dabbing fingertips across the speckles that adorn his face.

He smiles again, mostly with his eyes, before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, lightly placing kisses along the skin. The problem with this, though, or maybe it isn't so much a problem as it just being the matter of the situation; that only minutes before the both of you moaning, gasping into each others mouths as both of your respective orgasms washed over you. Chan's a bit later than yours, as he prefers to take in your build up—watch the way his name always catches in your throat just as you come—you only ever were able to get out that initial sound, much to his amusement.

And now the two of you lie in the afterglow of sex and one another, softening cock still embedded in you and your thighs still hung open to accommodate the width of his hips. The way his lips feel on your cooling skin beginning to reignite a fire in you, and he can feel it, the beginnings of you throbbing around him.

"Chris…" you whisper, running your hands up the soft skin of his sides and feeling the toned muscles beneath, "we just—"

"So?" he answers quickly, not letting you finish, but making a point to punctuate his thought with the gentle press of his hips into you.

You're not totally sure what the "so?" is questioning, but he's sure to spell it out for you, finally bringing his eyes back up to your own and settling himself just off of your torso—forearms propping him up on either side of you and leaning in to press his lips to your own. "Are you going to start counting?" he asks. It's coy. He's teasing you.

And you like it.

So you begin; one, two, three, easily fall from your lips only to be caught by his. You feel his lower half adjust slightly, angling in such a way that he's a bit less lazily lying into you and more to have mobility, angling in such a way that he can roll his hips into yours so that every bit of movement from his cock grants friction to your still sensitive, overstimulated clit, and the first time he does indeed roll his hips, the number four catches in your throat so hard you nearly choke on it.

Much to Chan's delight, of course. You can feel the distinct curl of lips onto your cheek. "Well don't let me stop you," he says, and it's so matter of a fact that the tone doesn't really match the situation, but he's playing with you so it's to be expected. One of Chan's hands dropping down a bit to grant him access to your breast at the same time that his mouth and teeth gently settle themselves onto your jaw—how you definitely can't count now, since you can't even see his face, although you'er fairly sure you don't remember how to, anyways.

His hand kneading into the flesh of your chest lightly, you finally surrender yourself to the sensual touches, a breathy sigh escaping, and Chan's fingers find their way to your nipple, clasping it between the boney digits and squeezing. It's a bit hard—slightly rougher than he normally is, and you jolt from it, looking at his smiling face in response.

"Don't stop counting or I'll have to punish you," he says, carrying on the light palming of the skin and once again rolling his hips into you in just the right way that it has your head spinning. "You don't want that, now do you?"

"Not sure," you respond, allowing your head to press back into the mattress and reveling in the way he makes your body feel. Chan maintains the grinding of himself into your core and you can feel the way the ministrations are having their affect on him—the way his cock is hardening inside of you again. You moan again with one particular twitch of him inside of you, but you feel the way his fingers begin searching for your nipple once more. A large part of your resolve crumbling, just wanting him to give up the game and fuck you one more time, but suppose what's a little light-hearted fun in between activities?

You bring your head up to look at him, and he looks almost surprised when he sees your face;  half-lidded eyes as if he has already put you through it. You can see the way it almost makes him shy in response, like he still can't believe he has this kind of effect on you.

"F-four," you finally manage to get out, "five, six," following shortly after, and despite the fact that it would be easy to simply pretend you're counting—you do actually take it quite a bit seriously. Not the game, but the looking at Chan. The act of visually taking in every feature and imperfection and adornment on his face.

He's still fucking into you, fully hard again. Gentle, thorough drives of himself inside of you just as you have wanted all along, and barely with any withdrawal of himself from your walls. He likes the way your head falls back again and into the mattress, and at a certain point—a point where he presumes that the game must be over, you feel him take his hand from it's placement on your chest and reposition himself above you, weight on forearms to hold himself over. 

"Chris," you whimper out with one particular press of himself into you, and he brings an arm down to hook around your leg, slinging it up to allow him a better angle, as if able to read your mind.

"Just want me to fuck my cum into you then, yeah?"

A jarring question, coming from Chan of all people, but hearing such a vulgar expression out of him with no prompting and from a man known for his shy, pulled back disposition; it drives you wild with want for him. Even if you could tell a lie, the way your body grips around him in the very moment tells the absolute truth. That is what you wanted. 

"I'll count another time," you chuckle before a moan hijacks you, and any concept of thought escapes you in favor of him.

♡ a little something for the soft and fluffy smut enjoyers.

—this is a oneshot, there will be no part 2.

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because he’s so shy and doesn’t care much about public displays, he relies on acts of service and that is so sweet of him. he’s such a silent lover and i love that.

it’s the way he always feeds chan because he knows that chan always puts himself last. he notices everything about everyone and takes care of them in his own way.

seungmin gives off the type of neighbor that would act like he didn’t like you but the moment he sees you crying on your porch, a small basket of cookies shows up on your doorstep with a little note in neat handwriting reading: “crying will scare the birds away, eat these and don’t cry anymore. — your neighbor, kim seungmin” which is his own, sweet way of urging you to cheer up and say he doesn’t like it when you cry :(

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there is just something about law student seungmin that makes so much sense. is it because he’s a virgo? is it because he always has the best comebacks? whatever it is, law student seungmin is just so attractive.

it just makes sense; seungmin enemies to lovers, seungmin academic rivals to lovers.

the sexual tension that i felt between the two was unreal. the writing was absolutely captivating, i really felt like i was truly there. the entire scene in the bathroom, oh my god. i was feeling flutteries the entire time.

for the prompt game could i request speech prompts 3 and 24, genre: smut, university au and enemies to lovers, with seungmin x fem!reader (with all of skz in the same friend group please) 🫶🫶

Bet On It ~ Kim Seungmin

"You and Seungmin are academic rivals, but you're starting to see him in a brand new light as you both compete against each other to win a pointless bet."

Pairing: Seungmin x afab!reader | Soft!Dom!Seungmin x Semi!Sub!Reader

Prompts: "What if I told you, I don't care?" and "Is that a bet?"

Genre: University!au | Academic Rivals | Enemies to Lovers | SMUT | very slightly angsty

Content Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI cursing/sweairng, detailed descriptions of sexual activities, oral sex (F + M recieving), LOTS OF PRAISE, Soft Dom x Semi-Sub dynamics, fingering, squirting, semi-public sex? breast play, marking, alcohol consumption (both can still consent), mentions of vomit (non descriptive and does not happen), truth or dare played, hints of Hyunjin x reader (once and fleeting), pet names: (princess, sweetheart, baby, good girl). (please let me know if I have missed anything) Word Count: 8.6k (shhhh)

A/N: I have no words...this prompt clearly awoke something in me... sorry for again taking so long and I hope you enjoy!! Disclaimer: These characters do not represent the in real life people they are portraying and these stories are strictly fictional!

“Did you hear what I said?” Changbin asked you with a raise of his eyebrow, bringing his coffee cup up to his smirk, finding the fact you weren’t paying attention to your three friends’ conversation amusing.

You flicked your eyes up from where they were engrossed in your laptop screen, alerted at the sudden question.

You were reading over an email you had just received from your professor informing you of a spontaneous test you would be having on Monday, meaning your plans for the weekend would now have to be scrapped.

“What? sorry.” You apologised to your close friend sitting across the coffee table from you on the other leather couch.

You had met up with your three friends, well actually, two good friends, and Kim Seungmin, at your local hangout spot - your campus’ main coffee shop - to catch up after a week of classes.

It’s not that you hated Seungmin, he just infuriated you with a burning passion. You were both in all the same classes, since you had both started at the same time and were both Law majors.

Both of you were incredibly stubborn and refused to back down in an argument, the perfect candidates to become lawyers, however your desires to be at the top of the class kept the two of you at war with one another.  

The competitiveness with Seungmin had begun when he made a snide comment back in the first week of classes about getting terminology slightly wrong in your introduction piece, and ever since that interaction a fire had been ignited, and you swore you would never let him out smart you again.

Changbin and Jeongin let out a chuckle at your clueless and worried expression, whereas Seungmin sat laid back in the lounge chair by the couch you and Jeongin were sitting on, eyes not shifting from his phone as he typed out a message to someone.

“I was asking if you were still going to come to Chan’s house party tomorrow night? It’s been so long since we’ve had the whole friend group together.” Changbin asked you, placing his coffee mug back down onto the coffee table, before getting comfortable on the couch.

“About that…” You trailed off, feeling guilty that once again you were having to cancel plans to prioritize your study.

Seungmin scoffed from where he was sitting in the armchair and muttered a ‘typical’ under his breath, but you chose to ignore his lame attempts at riling you up.

“Noooo, you HAVE to come Noona! Everyone else is going to be there!” Jeongin whined with a pout on his lips and crossing his arms, a clear sign that you weren’t going to hear the end of it if you didn’t go.

“I want to Innie, but I have a test on Monday. I need to study for it.” You pouted back at your younger friend who only pouted deeper giving you his best puppy eyes.

You heard Seungmin scoff again at your response to Jeongin, and you snapped your head in his direction, no longer able to ignore his passive aggressiveness.

“Well, aren’t you going to be studying too? You also have that test Monday.” You sneer, eyeing him with a slight glare.

Seungmin’s eyes slowly lifted from his phone to stare back at you, unintimidated by your attempts and offered you a smile.

“Actually no, princess. I won’t be studying. I will be partying, with my friends.” Seungmin replied matter-of-factly, not missing the chance to slide in his obnoxious nickname he had given you like it was obvious, and you were stupid for asking something so outrageous.

You rolled your eyes, “You do that.”

“Here we go.” Changbin muttered under his breath to Jeongin, nudging him like he was warning him the show was about to begin.

“Don’t get too comfortable, even if I miss one night on study, I’ll still get a higher mark than you.” Seungmin stated confidently, wanting to have the last word like always.

“Is that a bet?” You taunted closing your laptop in your lap to give him your full attention, showing him, you could push study to the side for your friends too.

“Only if you come to the party too. We must play fair after all.” He set out the condition with a smile tugging his lips upwards into a mischievous grin, his eyes challenging you to accept.

You furrowed your eyebrows in contemplation thinking over his words, “But you said…”

“I know what I said princess. Are you scared that you can’t beat me if you go out for one night?” Seungmin further challenged you, his attention now completely on you and phone discarded to the arm of his lounge chair.

You blinked irritated. The test was on one of the newer topics to the unit of ‘Profiling Suspects’ and you had not gotten a chance to go over the source material yet.

Although the test wasn’t going towards your final marks, the usual fire that urged you on to beat Seungmin at anything and everything, overpowered you and you found yourself reaching out a hand for Seungmin to shake, sealing your bet in place.

“You’re on.”

Seungmin nodded once, his smug smirk taking over his face and normally you would glare at it, but there was something charming in the way he grinned at you, and you could have sworn his eyes were glistening with an emotion you hadn’t seen reflect at you before, could it be…Excitement? Joy? Eagerness?

Interesting.

Just as agreed you stepped into Chan’s house party. He lived off campus in a rental, quickly making him the go to person to hold house parties for his larger friend group, that even expanded out of your own main friend group.

Chan was a social butterfly there was no doubt about it as you past football players, art majors, the girl who ran the local paper and even some of your local hangout coffee shop employees.

The party was well underway.

You were almost regretting wearing your black leather skirt and velvet purple crop top, with matching black ankle high boots, as you gained one too many drunken gazes walking through the crowd in search of a member of your friend group, but you knew once you had consumed some alcohol your worries would fly away.

“Shit! Look at you Y/N!” Hyunjin’s bubbly voice called out to you as you past by a group standing in the kitchen drinking and talking.

Upon a proper inspection of the group, you quickly realised it to be your good friends Hyunjin, Jeongin, Seungmin and Minho.

You gave Hyunjin a dazzling smile and did a twirl for him, while he whistled playfully before bringing you into a tight hug.

“Where have you been hiding, hey?” Hyunjin chuckled holding you against him for a long-awaited reunion.

You hadn’t seen him in a few weeks due to assignments and classes draining most of your time.

“Oh, you know, living it up in the library.” You joked pulling away from the hug to greet the other members of the friend group.

When you reached Seungmin he just gave you a half smile and short wave, indicating he did not want a hug.

You nodded in response and moved over to stand beside Hyunjin and lean yourself back into the countertop.

“What do you want to drink?” Minho asked you, moving over to the bench that was holding various bottles of alcohol, mixers and a punch bowl filled with a pinkish liquid.

“What’s in the punch?” You asked curiously as you eyed the pretty crystal-like punch bowl.

“Raspberry gin, vodka, grapefruit juice and lemonade. They’re calling it Fairy Juice.” Minho smiled picking up the ladle knowing already that you would want some.

Your mouth salivated upon hearing the contents, “Yes please.”

The four of you made your way into the living room, where the rest of your group was located. After giving brief greetings to all of them, you followed Hyunjin over to one of the couches and plopped down next to him.

Hyunjin brought his arm down around you comfortably and you rested your head against his shoulder.

You had always been closer with Hyunjin out of your friend group, just naturally melding together. You were comfortable around him and felt complete acceptance of who you are by him. In social settings such as this, it was very common for Hyunjin and you to be off to the side in deep discussion and if alcohol was involved, sometimes you both got a little more handsy than usual.

“Seungmin tells me you both are in on a bet.” Hyunjin states with a teasing glare, clearly looking for more information.

You hum and take a large sip of your drink before responding, the mixture being the perfect match for your tastebuds.

“Yeah, he reckons he can still beat me in our test on Monday if both of us are here tonight.” You rolled your eyes at the memory.

Hyunjin let out a loud chuckle, earning a few side glances from other members of your friend group.

You weren’t exactly sure what he was laughing at, whether it was the silliness of it all or whether he thought Seungmin couldn’t win against you if he didn’t have the extra night of study, so you gave him a raise of your eyebrow asking him to elaborate.

“You are so oblivious sometimes.” Hyunjin snickered running a hand through his hair.

This only furthered your confusion and you playfully pushed Hyunjin away from you.

“Oh please. You can fool everyone else, but you two can’t fool me, I see the way you look at each other. Especially when you think no one else is looking.” Hyunjin explained nudging his head in Seungmin’s direction, who was leaned up against the wall on the other side of the room with Jisung talking with him.

 Seungmin, however, wasn’t paying attention to Jisung’s rambles. His eyes were locked on you and Hyunjin watching your every move.

Upon seeing both Hyunjin and you looking back at him, he snapped out of his gaze and tried to play it off as he was zoned out and went back to his conversation with Jisung.

“Yeah, I don’t see it. He was just zoned out and happened to be looking in this direction.” You excused the behaviour Hyunjin had pointed out, taking another large sip from your cup.

“Whatever helps you get through the night…” Hyunjin sighed patting you gently on the back.

The party carried on around you, as you flittered around Chan’s rental meeting new people and making sure to catch up with the rest of your friend group.

All night as you socialised, Hyunjin’s words about Seungmin echoed in the back of your mind. You had never even thought of Seungmin in that light before tonight, but there were certain things that were resurfacing in your head that made sense with Hyunjin’s words.

The fact Seungmin always pressured you into coming out, like tonight for example, or the way he pointed out all your slight mistakes, mistakes that he would only catch if he paid extremely close attention to your every move and there were many other things that had you wondering,

‘Why was Kim Seungmin so obsessed with you?’

The night was creeping on into the early hours of the morning and now at 1:30am people were beginning to disappear and the usual suspects of you and your close friends were left behind.

Most of your friend group were pretty wasted, your competitiveness to win against Seungmin had held you back from drinking too much- even though you were still tipsy- and from the look of Seungmin he had followed your initiative.

“Alright, alright, alright! Gather round hoes! It’s time to get spicy!” Jisung yelled loudly to your friend group that was lazily sprawled out across the furniture or on the floor of the living room.

You giggled upon hearing how wasted Jisung was, but perked yourself up, sitting up on the couch where you had your head resting in Jeongin’s lap where he paused debating with Felix over video games to also listen to Jisung’s request.

“Since it’s just us here now…I think, we should continue the tradition of truth or dare!” Jisung slurred excitedly, plopping himself down on the ground and patting the spot next to him, trying to encourage the rest of you to join him.

Chan got up from his spot on the armchair and walked toward the doorway of the living room, “I’ll go check everyone else has left.” And with that he disappeared.

Minho and Hyunjin moved the coffee table out of the way, Hyunjin almost tripping on the rug in process and getting a scolding from his older friend, as the rest of your friend group joined Jisung on the floor, sitting in a circle.

You all got to talking, waiting for Chan to return and once he did, he was accompanied by two girls who you knew as Yeji - Dance major like Hyunjin- and Lia – a music major like Chan, Changbin and Jisung.

“Everyone else is gone, caught these two trying to lick the punch bowl clean.” Chan teased trying to throw his arms around the girls, to which they both pushed him playfully away.

“Were not!” and “Liar.” The two girls denied but came and joined the circle followed by Chan without any convincing necessary.

“Alright, now here are some simple ground rules.” Jisung clapped his hands, his eyes glossy from the alcohol, but composing himself better than you thought he would be.

“You can’t pick the person who has just gone, and you have to include the whole group. Don’t be dicks. Keep the dares semi-tame, we’re all friends here, remember that.” Jisung explained looking around the circle to make sure everyone was paying attention and raising an eyebrow at Jeongin and Changbin who were whispering amongst themselves but stopped when they caught Jisung eyeing them.

“I get to go first because I came up with the game.” Jisung continued smugly, crossing his legs under him and getting comfortable before pointing a finger harshly in Chan’s direction.

“Chan. Truth or DARE?” Jisung asked putting emphasis on dare, hoping he would choose it.

Chan chuckled, pausing to think about which option would be better, leaving you all on edge and taking a sip of his drink.

“Hmmm, truth.” Chan chose the safer option considering it was Jisung asking him.

Jisung pouted, “fineeee, okay…have you hooked up with anyone in the music department?”

Laughter broke out throughout the group at the starting pace of the questions, a reminder of why you didn’t let Jisung pick what games you all played.

Chan shook his head with a laugh at the question, “Yes, quite a few times now.”

Jisung contorted his face in disgust, “I don’t even want to know where.”

“I wouldn’t tell you, even if you asked.” Chan replied, a blush creeping over his cheeks as he clearly relived some of his memories.

“Just keep it moving fuckboy.” Minho laughed while patting Jisung on the back rougher than normal from his drunken state.

“Alright, Hyunjin.” Chan announced motioning to the Hyunjin who was munching on a packet of potato chips he’d found in Chan’s kitchen. “Truth…or dare?”

“Dare!” Hyunjin declared without any hesitation, causing a bunch of oos and ahs to erupt from the group.

“Hmmm.” Chan pondered trying to come up with a good enough dare for the adventurous friend of the group.

“I dare you to…run a full lap around the house, outside and in your underwear.” Chan smirked taking another swig of his beer.

Hyunjin’s face fell at the dare, and you could tell he was quickly regretting picking dare, but he let out a sigh and stood up to his feet.

Hyunjin exaggeratedly removed his clothes one by one, as the group egged him on until he was left in nothing but his plain black boxer briefs.

With a flushed face Hyunjin took off before anyone could get too much of a look at his partially naked self and he hollered as he ran outside with the rest of you following, cheering him on.

Once everyone had calmed down, Hyunjin was fully clothed again and everyone had sat bat down into their positions around the circle, the game continued.

“Alright. My turn.” Hyunjin grinned mischievously as he slowly scanned around the circle looking for a victim.

His eyes landed on Seungmin’s and then he turned to you with a smile, but pointed a finger at Seungmin, “Seungmin…truth or dare?”

Seungmin seemed taken back that he had been asked, probably expecting Hyunjin to ask you, or Jisung a question considering he was closest with you two.

“Um…truth?” Seungmin spoke up uncertain of where this would go if he picked dare.

Hyunjin’s smile widened, his eyes glistening at the opportunity to get some sort of revenge for his dare.

“Kim Seungmin, why do you feel the need to compete with y/n?” At Hyunjin’s question your head snapped in Hyunjin’s direction, eyes open wide and shocked.

Your previous conversation with Hyunjin filling your brain. Your cheeks grew a shade of pink at the attention you were now receiving as everyone’s eyes flickered between yours and Seungmins and you were too scared to even look in his direction.

“B-because it’s fun?” Seungmin stuttered, but tried to play it off like it was an obvious observation that anyone could decipher.

The tension had grown thick amongst the group as Hyunjin and Seungmin seemed to have a standoff, hidden meaning behind their words as the group watched in complete silence, taking in the situation in front of them.

“Remember Kim, this is a truth question.” Hyunjin snickered, amused by Seungmin’s response.

This seemed to anger Seungmin, and you couldn’t tell if it was because Hyunjin didn’t believe his response or if it was because he wasn’t being truthful, and he was called out on it.

“You got your answer.” Seungmin demanded turning his hardened gaze away from Hyunjin and looking at you, his eyes softening for a split moment before he turned his attention to Jeongin.

“Jeongin, truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Jeongin replied instantly, not wanting to go through something similar to Hyunjin.

“God, you are all so boring.” Jisung whined, standing up shakily from the circle and moving over to the coffee table to retrieve his drink.

As if Jisung’s words triggered Seungmin’s competitiveness, he decided that now was the time to push boundaries with the game.

“Who was the last person you fucked?” Seungmin’s grin was wicked and Jeongin’s eyes blew out in surprise and his eyes flickered to Yeji who was next to Chan and then back to Seungmin as he gulped nervously.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Jisung cheered glad the game had picked up its pace.

Changbin who was next to Seungmin, shoved him playfully by his risqué question but didn’t offer any disapproval, wanting the game to get more interesting also.

“I-um.” Jeongin struggled to answer, swallowing audibly and looking nervous, his panicked eyes flicking between Yeji and Seungmin.

Everyone was slowly putting the pieces together at Jeongin’s nervous reaction to Seungmin’s question and the fact his eyes kept glancing over to Yeji.

“Yeji?!” Hyunjin gawked, not believing his eyes and the fact Jeongin the supposedly innocent one of the group, was getting with someone right under everyone’s noses and no one knew about it.

“I didn’t even answer!” Jeongin whined, his cheeks flushing pink as he hid his face in his hands.

Yeji didn’t seem too phased by the unveiling of their secret affairs and simply just shrugged at the accusation, taking a large sip of her bottled water.

“Looks like you don’t need to, nice one buddy!” Jisung tried to lean over to fist bump Jeongin, but Jeongin shoved his fist away and sent a scowl in Seungmin’s direction.

“Last time I fucking tell you anything.” Jeongin swore, daggers piercing out of his eyes angrily at his closest friend, who was trying his best to appear innocent and returning Jeongin’s death glares with apologetic smiles.

“Go on Jeongin, your turn.” Chan encouraged his younger friend, resting his arms back behind him getting comfortable in his position.

Jeongin sucked in a breath trying to compose his anger and you saw his features visibly change, morphing into a mischievous expression. Eyes lighting up like an evil plan had just clicked into motion behind his eyes, as he slowly scanned the group from Seungmin around the circle to where you were sitting.

You gulped nervously under the playful gaze of your friend, wondering what he had in store for you.

“Y/N. Truth. Or dare?” Jeongin smiled wickedly, his fox-like eyes looking far too amused for your likely.

Without hesitation, not wanting to find out what dare Jeongin had brewing you exclaimed quite quickly, “Truth!”

A few groans were made around the group as another choice was made as truth.

“Come on people! Someone is going to have to pick dare eventually or we might as well change the game to just Truth.” Lia complained dramatically letting her head fall into her hand that was propped up with her elbow resting on her knee.

Her body language and expression alone, showed how bored she was.

Ignoring Lia’s complaints, Jeongin flicked some of his hair out of his eyes like he was preparing for an intricate surgery and focused his eyes on you.

“Who turns you on the most in our group?”

You felt the air in your throat freeze in place, your skin growing warm at the risqué question you did not expect to be asked, especially by Jeongin of all people and the worst part of it all was the betrayal of your eyes.

Your eyes uncontrollably flickering over in Seungmin’s direction to see his eyes, puppy like eyes studying your every move again, wanting to see who caught your attention the most. Desperation for the need to know who made you feel the way he has always wanted to make you feel, was pooling in his gut.

It was as you pulled your eyes away from him to gaze at your other friend Hyunjin, that you realised you had worn too much of your heart on your sleeve, as Hyunjin’s expression read of triumph. He could see right through you, and he knew you were finally realising what he had been seeing for months.

That all this time, all the bickering, all the competing and all the glaring glances, were all just excuses for you two to be around one another, both too proud to admit you enjoyed each other’s company and both too stubborn to make the first move.

“Hyunjin.” You responded to the question, letting out the breath you hadn’t realised you were holding.

Jeongin’s face fell at your answer, like it wasn’t the answer he was expecting or wanting.

Hyunjin imitated an error buzzer as he shook his head in amusement at you, “Try again, sweetheart.”

You could feel your cheeks warm up impossibly brighter at Hyunjin’s denial for your answer.

“I will not have my integrity questioned. My answer is my answer.” You stated as final, refusing to look back in Seungmin’s direction in case anyone else from the friend group picked up on the way your entire body melted at the sight of Seungmin’s tipsy state.

“God whatever, just ask the next person. Whoever you pick better choose dare or I’m going to bed.” Jisung pouted crossing his arms over his chest.

Without giving it much thought, you decided to ask one of the other girls.

“Lia, truth or dare?”

Lia’s smile lit up across her face and she sent a wink in Jisung’s direction, “Dare.”

Jisung silently fist bumped the air as all eyes turned back to your direction as you processed what dare you would give Lia.

It had to be something to match the pace of the game, but also something that would be exciting. Jisung seemed to like Seungmin’s last question to Jeongin, so maybe…

“Okay Lia. I dare you to kiss whoever you want in this room.” You dared with a cautious look to make sure Lia was alright with the dare.

Her cheeks flushed slightly pink, but she couldn’t control the smile that broke out across her cheeks. She had been hoping for a dare like this.

Lia’s eyes tore away from yours and locked on Seungmin’s across the circle from her and her smile turned seductive as she made a performance out of her movements, rising to her feet slowly and crossing the space of the circle to stand in front of him.

Seungmin looked up to her with a stunned expression, not expecting out of everyone here tonight that he was the one Lia would want to kiss.

You instantly regretted the dare as soon as you saw Lia glance in Seungmin’s direction, your stomach fell and you felt your heart clench as you watched Lia stalk over to Seungmin, dropping to her knees directly in front of him.

You suddenly felt ill, you felt bile rise in your throat at the sight of Lia leaning in to kiss Seungmin and you felt your emotions overpowering you, lifting you up onto your feet as their faces grew closer together.

Everyone was so caught up in what was about to happen in front of them, no one noticed your flight kick in as you rushed out of the room, not wanting to see Seungmin in that capacity with someone else.

You didn’t understand. Seungmin was supposed to be your rival, frenemy at most, why were you feeling jealous? He had never shown direct romantic interest before. So why tonight?

You found yourself in front of the bathroom sink, running water pooling in the basin and you splashed some of it in your face, uncaring of the makeup that had begun to shift anyway, in the hopes the coolness of the water would soothe the beating of your heart.

You sucked in a slow breath, not wanting to even look at yourself in the mirror to see your dishevelled and embarrassed self. You had hoped no one had seen you rush away from the scene that was about to unfold between Lia and Seungmin, a scene you had caused.

Warm hands holding either side of your hips with a firm softness had you lifting your head with urgency to the mirror in front of you, fearful to see who had snuck up on you and your eyes locked with someone you didn’t expect to follow you in here.

“Seungmin?” You whispered shocked that he was behind you and not back in the living room with Lia.

His eyes had a glimmer of concern to them, but they were overpowered by a dark sense of lust and knowing, like he had figured something out that you hadn’t.

“Tell me you feel it too.” His voice was low and stern, with a tone demanding to be respected. It was a type of voice you had never experienced or expected to experience with Seungmin, but it was igniting a fire within you that you knew deep down only Seungmin could extinguish.

“I-I-” You didn’t know how to respond. Could he be feeling the same confused feelings that you had been dealing with all night? Could he have realised what you had? Was Hyunjin right?

Too impatient to wait for you to figure out your words, Seungmin’s hands on your hips tightened and spun you around to face him.

Your breath caught in your throat as you let out a small gasp, realising you both had never been this close before and the tension in the air thickened from the way your eyes were both scanning over each other’s features, eager to study every inch of the other.

“Tell me I’m not crazy. Tell me you want me too.” Seungmin almost pleaded, but his voice was still low and stern, demanding an answer out of you.

His hands slowly raised up your sides, caressing your natural curve of your body through the clothing you wore and as his hands slotted firmly into the small of your back, pulling you flush into his body, your breasts squished against his chest and your faces drew incredibly closer. The movement causing your eyes to flutter shut and your brain to short-circuit from the un-denying pleasure you were beginning to feel swirl within you at having Seungmin’s hands on you, even when he touched you in the most generic and tame ways.

“You’ve never been this unsure of what to say, cat got your tongue princess?” Seungmin smirked at your reaction to his presence and his hands began to smooth the skin they were caressing, trying to provoke a response from you.

This time Seungmin said your nickname with no teasing present in his tone, his words were playful, but there was almost a hint of fondness in the nickname now, it was as if he believed the title, he was bestowing upon you.

“No.” You answered finally feeling your confidence return at the use of the nickname Seungmin would always throw your way.

“No? You don’t want me? Or no, the cat doesn’t have your tongue?” Seungmin’s tone was full of confidence, he knew he had you right where he wanted you, but how long had he felt this way? Why didn’t he tell you sooner?

As if Seungmin could read your mind, his hands left their exploration of your back and came up to your cheeks to hold your face steady, ensuring that your eyes stayed locked on his.

“I know your mind is running circles right now and we will have all the time in the world to talk, but right now, I just want you, I need you.” Seungmin’s voice broke toward the end of his sentence, his eyes glancing down to your lips, and it was all the reassurance you needed to know you were both on the same page. Talking could wait.

You thrusted your face toward his, your lips slotting against his own as he moaned from the impact, Seungmin’s hands moving down to the sides of your neck to hold your face against his, deepening the kiss as he did.

The kiss was heated, passionate and you could feel your mind’s thoughts all dispersing, the only thing left to process was the way his lips felt so careful and powerful all at once against your own and the intense feeling of want, begging you to give yourself to Seungmin.

Seungmin’s left hand left your neck, his fingers combing through the strands of your hair on the back of your head and entangling themselves there. You felt a sharp pull from them, as he tugged your hair, pulling your face away from him and unlocking your lips, as his hand guided your head backward. The motion exposed your neck to him, which he quickly took advantage of his lips gliding over the smooth skin of your neck leaving wet kisses and his teeth nipping every so often.

“Oh my god.” You gasped out feeling your skin scorch wherever Seungmin’s lips travelled, and you instinctively reached up, grabbing a hold of Seungmin’s biceps in an attempt to steady yourself from falling to the ground out of the dizzying affect Seungmin had on you.

Seungmin groaned against your neck as he pushed his clothed growing erection into you, causing you to whimper and grind your hips forward chasing the thing your body so desperately wants.

Seungmin’s hand left your hair, and you felt his body drift from yours, creating space between the two of you and he ran a hand through his fluffy brown locks, while he tried to control his breathing.

You looked at him with concern at the sudden stop to his actions, but he moved back toward you once he had composed himself and placed both of his hands on either side of you, boxing you in between him and the sink counter.

“Princess. I need to hear you say you want this.” Seungmin explained the reason for the abrupt end of your affairs.

You broke eye contact with Seungmin and glanced over at the open door to the bathroom, surprised no one had come looking for either of you, but perhaps they had just continued with the game, hoping that you two would talk out your differences.

“What if they find out?” You asked voice small and filled with worry of what your friends would say if any of them caught you two together like this.

“What if I told you, I don’t care?” Seungmin replied instantly, not letting the other members of your group’s opinions stop him from having you.

Your attention drew back to Seungmin after his words, his gaze hadn’t left you and as your eyes locked the familiar feeling of wanting to outdo Seungmin filled you, giving you the confidence, you were searching for.

“Shut the door.” You instructed Seungmin, watching him carefully as he took a step away from you to close and lock the bathroom door.

Once the door was locked, leaving the two of you completely isolated from the rest of the world, Seungmin quickly moved back over to you, resting his hands behind your thighs to help lift you up onto the bench next to the sink and parted your legs so he could slot himself between them.

“I’ll only repeat this one more time Princess. Tell me you want me too.” Seungmin proceeded repeating his words from earlier, his hands reaching out and resting on your waist, but not moving any further, awaiting your reply.

Everything felt like it was rushing around you, but you felt present in Seungmin’s arms, and you responded without needing to think about anything, it wasn’t a matter for your mind anymore, but more a matter for your heart and body now.

“Please, I want you.” You pleaded with him, running your fingers through his hair and pulling him back into you, missing the way his lips felt against yours.

Seungmin let all self-control evaporate at your words and he used his grip on your waist to pull you to the very edge of the counter, bringing your clothed core directly against his hard erection that was straining against his trousers.

You both moaned into the kiss at the contact, his hands roaming around you to grab fistfuls of your ass through your skirt, and you tried to reciprocate every movement he made with juicy tugs to his locks that sent shivers down his spine, egging him on with each pull.

You kissed each other like you were trying to make up for lost time, but Seungmin was growing impatient. He wanted to take his time with you and tease you, make you beg for his cock, but he had done enough waiting for this moment to arrive.

He broke away from this kiss, his lips leaving a scorching trail from the corner of your mouth and down your throat, making sure to leave a prominent darkening red mark by your voice box, knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to hide it and then he continued to the valley between your cleavage which he had been admiring all night.

You were letting small breathy whimpers slip out, fingers still tangled around his strands of hair as he finally let go of squeezing your ass to grip the hem of your crop top and rip it upwards, revealing your black laced bra.

His eyes blew wide as he stared at the delicate piece of undergarment. He knew he liked lace, but seeing lace on your body, and attached to your plump looking breasts was a whole other level of arousal.

“Fuck me.” Seungmin moaned, slowly and tantalisingly taking your breasts into his hands and squeezing ever so gently.

Your head rolled back at the motion, and you felt wetness gather at your core.

His fingertips grazed over your hardened nipples and the pleasure that had been growing within you of want for Seungmin, was beginning to turn painful and morph into a desperate need for Seungmin to do more.

“M-more…please.” You begged him and you hungrily gripped onto his erection through his trousers feeling his hardened cock through the fabric for the first time.

Seungmin growled at the contact, gripping your wrist with one of his hands and pinning it to the countertop, affectively stopping you from touching him further.

He got your message loud and clear, he was going to give you what you wanted, but he was going to do it on his terms.

He had dreamed of this moment since he saw you that first day of classes and he wanted nothing more than to push you down onto one of the classroom desks and pound into you from behind until the only thing you could say was his name.

That would teach you for trying to best him in every aspect of your lives.

He wanted you to only see him, only think of him, he wanted you to breathe him.

“Let me have my fun and be a good girl.” Seungmin ordered, letting go of your wrist and reaching around you to unclasp your bra.

With your hands both free, you decided to follow along with Seungmin instead of your usual defiance, interested by the new dynamic you two were discovering amongst yourselves and lifted your crop top and bra away from your body, discarding it across the room.

Seungmin wasted no time attaching his warm and wet mouth onto one of your hardened buds, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout your body, your hands gripping onto the countertop below you tightly and letting a loud moan escape your lips at the long-awaited intimacy you’d been wishing for.

Seungmin responded with a moan of his own against the skin of your nipple as his tongue flickered over the bud, his other hand caressing and pinching your other one making sure not to leave it out.

He had barely done anything to you, but the fact he had done so little and so much all at once had your head spinning and your body uncontrollably grinding your hips up to rub your core deliciously against his clothed cock.

Responding to your desperation, Seungmin abandoned your breasts, his tongue gliding across the skin of your stomach as he knelt in front of you, pausing to grip onto your skirt firmly and tugging down your skirt and panties in one go, revealing your swollen pussy impatiently clenching around nothing, on full display for him.

His eyes were completely darkened, lust overcoming him as his eyes of want slowly looked up from your throbbing heat to meet your already fucked out expression, giving you one more time to walk away from this.

Instead of verbally responding, you reached out once more to grip onto the back of his head and guided his face to where you wanted him most.

Seungmin didn’t need to be told twice licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit where he instantly attached his lips, sucking, fluttering and flickering all over it.

A string of moans echoed around the bathroom as the pleasure Seungmin’s mouth was providing you took over all your instincts to be quiet.

Seungmin’s eyes were watching your face intently, taking in the way you reacted to his precise moments, mentally taking note of exactly what you liked and using it against you to achieve the sweetest of sounds from you.

His tongue was relentless alternating between flicking across your clit or dispersing to allow his lips to suction your clit into his wet and warm mouth. Seungmin was skilled, letting his breath cascade down onto your most sensitive area whenever he moved from your clit to your entrance, making sure to slurp any juices you’d provide him as a reward.

You felt the knot in your stomach growing impossibly tight wanting to give in to release, your pussy fluttering around nothing wanting desperately for something to grip onto.

Seungmin knew from the way your thighs pulled in closer to his cheeks, trying to trap him against your core and the way your head was rolling back to face to the ceiling like you were pleading with the gods for mercy, that you were close needing that final thing to tip you over the edge.

Seungmin released his hold on where your thighs met your hips where he was gripping them tightly, thrusting two of his fingers into your walls without warning.

The new sensation of being suddenly filled make you cry out with a scream of pleasure, eyes shooting down in surprise to meet Seungmin’s hungry gaze, his lips still attached to your clit as his tongue flickered in perfect rhythm with his fingers pushing in and out of you at an unrelenting pace.

Suddenly you felt the need to pee, a feeling you had only encountered once sexually before, but you knew what it meant non the less and if it weren’t for Seungmin’s moans that were now vibrating against your core sending your mind to ascend into a frenzy of sparks, you would have been shocked that Seungmin was the one to bring you here.

You went to warn Seungmin, but it was like he knew your body already and he mumbled against your clit, “Cum for me.”

Obeying his wishes, you felt yourself tip over the edge, the knot in your stomach snapping and your body shook, twitching within Seungmin’s hold on the countertop. You felt a gush of juices squirt onto Seungmin’s fingers as he continued to thrust them into you, wanting to prod every drop of your essence out of you.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck baby.” Seungmin was babbling watching your orgasm rip through you, his eyes glossy and filled to the brim with desire and adoration for you.

You whined and moaned as your felt yourself coming down, Seungmin’s fingers slowing to a stop as he replaced his fingers with his mouth, wanting to taste you as he cleaned up your spilled juices, and you flinched from the sensitivity.

Seungmin groaned as he removed his face from between your legs.

“You taste unreal princess. Here try some.” Seungmin offered you the two fingers he had just used to fuck you with, up to your lips.

In your fucked out state your jaw laxed letting him slot his fingers inside your mouth, the taste of yourself hitting your tongue and instantly making you moan at the weight his fingers made on your tongue.

“Who knew what a good girl you are, you did so well.” Seungmin praised pressing a few loving pecks into your flushed cheeks, with drawing his digits from your lips.

Seungmin would have been satisfied with just this, all he wanted was to finally have the opportunity to show you how amazing he could be for you. That he was the only one that could make you feel this way. Like suddenly the need to compete with you didn’t matter to him anymore, but instead he wanted to be number one in your eyes against everyone else.

As your thoughts were beginning to scramble back together and your high dispersed, your competitiveness crept back in.

Seungmin was still pressing light kisses into any skin he could reach, wanting to soothe you back to this plane of existence and you gently pushed him away from your body.

Seungmin gave you a confused expression, dreading that you had regretted letting him touch you like this, but all his concern was gone when he watched you drop off the counter to kneel in front of where he stood, your face lined directly in front of the tent in his pants and your eyes glossy and hungry.

“My turn.” You announced, eyes looking up for approval from him as your hands began to unclick his belt.

“Think you can do better than me?” Seungmin’s cockiness had returned in his words, but his actions only spoke of softness as his fingers delicately combed your loose strands away from your face.

“Watch me do better than you.” You smirked tugging his trousers and boxers down, his cock springing from the fabric and bouncing back against his lower stomach. Seungmin’s cock was relatively long, but his was by far girthier than you had ever had before and the veins that swirled like rivers on a map across his length made your mouth water at how they would feel against your walls.

Seungmin wasn’t one to beg, but feeling your breath tickle against his tip and watching the way your eyes scanned over every ridge of his length was making every hair on his skin stand tall in anticipation.

“Princess…don’t tease.” He tried to warn without sounding needy and although you wanted to tease him relentlessly for it, it also made your heart soar at the nickname he’d only ever used to mock you, was now instead used with a tone of such adoration and softness.

 You gave in to Seungmin’s request and let your tongue kitten lick his tip, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum that had gathered there, and moaning at the taste.

Seungmin groaned lowly, one of his hands resting on the back of your head to ground himself, not pushing or pulling, but just wanting to hold you in some way while you returned the pleasure, he’d given you.

You began to alternate between giving slobbery licks to his length and tip, to sucking sweet kisses to the tip, but never fully taking him into your mouth wanting to drive him insane the way he had with his lips to your clit.

“Holy fucking shit…that feels so g-good.” Seungmin hissed out, fingernails scraping against your scalp as he tried to hold himself back from rutting into your face.

You hummed in acknowledgement to the compliment, and you decided to reward him by finally letting his cock descend into your warm mouth.

When majority of Seungmin’s cock was nestled into your mouth, he let out an animalistic growl which only egged you on, howling your cheeks to suck him in as best you could, bobbing your head up and down his length wanting to please him.

You could tell Seungmin’s control was dwindling as he let his hips shallowly rut forward, causing his tip to hit against the back of your throat, constricting around his cock when it would make you gag and although Seungmin didn’t want to hurt you, it made the most perverted sounds escape from his lips hearing you choke around his cock.

Noticing this, you removed his cock from your mouth earning a whimper of disapproval from Seungmin, but you placed your hands where your mouth had been jerking his length as you spoke.

“Do you want to face fuck me Seungie?” You asked in the most innocently toned voice you could muster, looking up at him through fluttering eyelashes.

“F-fuck…baby please.” Seungmin pleaded, biting his bottom lip in between his teeth at the thought of him using your face for his enjoyment.

“All yours.” You smiled seductively, taking Seungmin’s hands in yours and placing them on either side of your face, indicating for him to take over and then placed your hands on his thighs, giving him a reassuring squeeze that if there was an issue you would push him away.

“Fuck, you are such a good girl.” Seungmin praised again, before thrusting into your mouth with a moan.

You relaxed yourself as Seungmin gripped the sides of your face guiding your head onto his cock, more than he was actually thrusting into your mouth, scared to hurt you and you were grateful for the consideration.

Saliva was coating all over Seungmin’s cock, dribbling out from the corners of your lips and tears were pricking in your eyes at the exhaustion you were feeling from the previous orgasm you had just experienced to letting Seungmin use your mouth, but the weight of his cock on your tongue and seeing Seungmin’s fucked out expression above you, made it all worth it.

You felt Seungmin’s cock twitch against the sides of your mouth and you knew he was getting close to his release from the way he was gripping your head tighter, his eyes screwing closed from the way your tongue glided across his flexed veins every single time his cock slipped in and out of your mouth.

His melodic moans filling the air around you that you wouldn’t get over anytime soon, making sure to take note of how much Seungmin was enjoying this and feeling a sense of pride that you were the one to make him feel this way.

“G-gonna cum.” Seungmin moaned out the warning and within a few more thrusts, he was shoving his cock down the back of your throat, painting the walls of your mouth white with a concoction of moans and grunts.

You swallowed every drop of his release, not wanting to make a mess in Chan’s bathroom and let Seungmin’s softening cock slip from your lips, but not before you pressed a gentle kiss into the tip.

Seungmin was panting trying to fully come back down after his high, a thin layer of swear was covering his face and he ran a hand through his hair in disbelief over what had just occurred between the two of you.

“You are just perfect aren’t you princess?” He asked you, extending out one of his hands to offer his assistance in helping you stand back up, which you gladly accepted rising to your feet.

You smiled sweetly, wrapping your hands around his neck bringing his forehead to rest against your own, ignoring the mixture of your sweat and the fact you were both basically naked.

“There is so much I want to discuss with you.” You breathed out, still trying to calm yourself down and voice hoarse from the throat fucking you had just endured.

“And I you, but I don’t think Chan’s bathroom is the place to have that conversation.” Seungmin chucked looking past you and into the mirror to see the state of you both in complete disarray.

A sudden loud pounding on the door startled you into Seungmin’s arms flinching as Seungmin’s grip on you tightened in reflex.

“Are you two rabbits fucking done?! Everyone’s gone home because of you two!” Chan’s voice boomed from the other side of the door, and you felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

Although Chan seemed unimpressed by whatever you two were doing in his bathroom, you couldn’t help but pick up on the fact he was smiling while trying to scold the two of you.

“Jesus! Alright we will be right out!” Seungmin called back letting go of your waist to pick up your discarded clothes and hand them to you.

You both put your clothing back on and tried to freshen yourselves up with splashes of water and anything you could find that would help in the bathroom you occupied.

“Did you want to come back to my dorm for the night?” Seungmin asked suddenly appearing shy and reserved from the man who just had his cock down your throat and his fingers deep in your pussy.

“I don’t think either of us are going to be passing that test on Monday.” You giggled adjusting your hair in the mirror, trying to make it look like you hadn’t just had the best orgasm of your life and gave head to your supposed rival.

“Wanna bet on it?” Seungmin winked at your reflection, clicking his belt into place.

Maybe there was no need to be competitive anymore, not when you both had already won each other.

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[stars-n-bubbles]

chan’s bubble came through when i was having a moment at work today.

as much as i love my job, it gets so draining at times.

thank you for this little piece, i really needed it today. <3

a little something for anyone who's having a hard day, prompted by Chan's msg on bubble. I'm proud of you as well <3

As soon as Chan set foot inside your apartment, you were quick to pull him in for a hug, clutching his shirt tightly in your fist. He didn't need you to say anything- he could immediately sense that you had a bad day.

Wordlessly, Chan bent down, picking you up as your legs wrapped around his waist. He moved to the closest couch where he sat you both down. There, he pulled you to his chest once again, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"You're okay?" he asks softly, and you shake your head no.

"It's okay, you don't always need to feel good. It's normal to have a bad day. You've been working so hard, my love. It's okay to let it all out," he reassures, and you tighten your hold on him, tears falling freely from your eyes at his words.

"You did well today, baby. You did so well," he soothes, his gentle voice making a familiar warmth spread in your chest. "Thank you for waking up. Thank you for getting through the day. Thank you for breathing."

"It was so hard, Chan," you choke out a sob, and he shushes you quietly, rocking you in place back and forth.

"But you did it. You are home, and I'm with you. It's over now, yeah?" he reassures, planting a sweet kiss on your temple. You wrap your arms around his waist, further sinking into his comforting hold.

"I'm proud of you, I'm so proud of you. Always will be," he leans away a bit from you so he'd be able to look at your face. You know he's telling the truth- you can feel the love he has for you through his shining eyes.

"You hear me? As long as we're existing, then I'm proud of you. No matter what."

[stars-n-bubbles]

idk if it was intentional or not, but i loved the difference between reader’s reactions to being in the presence of ji-ho versus changbin: nervous versus comfortable. yeah, ji-ho is cute and gets our fluttery feelings up, but changbin comforts us with his warm presence. even though he was a jerk in the beginning, he always made the reader’s feelings a priority.

i loved this first piece of the series. i can’t wait to see the rest of them! <33

change of heart (s.c)

first piece of my skz street racing series! i'm extremely nervous, and i really hope you all like it 💓

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

You're cleaning the ceramic cups when his loud voice echoes off of the walls. You resist the urge to roll your eyes as you glance in the direction of the front door.

A few other patrons glare at Changbin as he walks up to the counter. It's not every day that he comes here, but most people come here to study, meaning they want the space to be quiet.

"Welcome to The Crescent Café, what can I get for you?" You ask the dark-haired man with no emotion in your voice.

"It's nice to see you too, Y/N," Changbin says while keeping his eyes on the menu. "Can I get a medium iced americano?"

You nod your head, inputting his order into the system. "Is that all?" You follow up, meeting his gaze.

"Can I get your phone number?" He asks with a smirk.

"No. Your total is $5.46," you reject him with no hesitation.

Changbin releases a light hiss before shaking his head. "Come on," he whines, laying his hands on the counter. "What do I gotta do to get a chance with you?"

You purse your lips as the receipt for his order prints. "You'd have to stop being a dick to people around you. You'd have to be more considerate too," you mention while handing him his receipt.

He just nods his head, keeping his mouth shut. Changbin doesn't say anything else as you start to make his coffee. A part of you is surprised that he shut up instantly.

It doesn't take you very long to make his iced americano, handing it to the buff man once you're done. He doesn't stick around after he takes the drink from you.

You feel proud of yourself for knocking him down a peg or two, but you also feel a bit guilty for sounding so… mean. Your gaze moves with his figure as Changbin walks out of the coffee shop.

"You okay?" Your co-worker asks while placing a hand on your shoulder.

You jump at the sound of his voice, placing a hand over your heart. "Jesus, yeah, I'm okay," you mumble, giving him a small smile.

The guy apologizes to you while placing a comforting hand on your arm. "So sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," he chuckles, rubbing your forearm.

"It's okay," you giggle, moving to rest against the back counter. "You're just early. Cho said that you weren't coming in until eleven."

"Ah, yeah. I thought I wasn't either, but the event I attended was shorter than anticipated," Ji-ho mentions, his arms crossing over his chest.

"Everything is okay?" You ask him.

His gaze meets yours, and a charming smile graces his lips. "Yeah, everything's fine. Don't worry your pretty little head," he flirts, tapping the pad of his index finger on your nose.

You feel yourself blushing, dropping your gaze to the tile flooring. Ji-ho hooks a finger under your chin, lifting your head up.

"Would you want to go out Friday night?" He asks you, smirking a bit.

"O-Oh," your eyes go wide, and you stutter, "I, uh, yeah, sure."

He smiles widely as a customer walks up to the counter. "Great. Give me your number after our shift, and I'll text you the details and everything," Ji-ho mentions while strolling past you.

You keep your eyes on him as he helps the older woman. Did he really ask me out? You ask yourself, furrowing your brows a bit. You can feel the nerves beginning to catch up to you, and you let him know that you're going to take a quick break.

Once you make it outside the building, you release a deep breath. "I have a date Friday," you whisper before doing a little cheer.

-

"Are you sure this is appropriate?" You ask your roommate, a laugh escaping your lips.

Hana runs her hands up along your sides before resting her chin on your shoulder. "Girl, yes. You look absolutely fabulous," she hypes you up, patting the top of your head. "Plus, didn't he say to dress nicely?!"

You nod your head, looking yourself over in the mirror. You do look good, you have to agree. "Okay, before the confidence wears off," you chuckle while walking out of your bedroom, heading into the living area to put your shoes on.

"Get some!" She screams, racing into the kitchen.

Another laugh comes from you as you slip your black heels on. Hana comes into the room with two glasses of wine, handing one to you.

"Hana, I'm just about to leave," you tell her, pushing the glass back towards you.

She pushes it into your hands anyway, making you take it. "It's for courage, babe. Drink up," she clicks your glass before downing the alcohol.

You raise the drink to your lips, drinking the red wine steadily. You gulp the liquid down and place the empty glass on the table in front of you. A knock on the door echoes off the walls, signaling that Ji-ho is here.

"Okay, I'm leaving. I'll update you later," you tell her with a grin.

She nods her head and quickly dips back into her bedroom. You take one more deep breath before opening the front door. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of him.

"Hi," you greet him, meeting his dark eyes.

"Hey, you look gorgeous," Ji-ho compliments you, leaning forward to place a kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you," you blush, taking the hand he's holding out to you.

The taller man leads you out of your apartment building, making small conversations about each other's day. He stops in front of a sporty looking vehicle and opens the passenger side door.

"This is yours?" You ask him after slipping into the seat. Ji-ho nods his head before closing the door. You lock your seatbelt and rest your hands in your lap.

Ji-ho slips into the driver's seat and starts the vehicle. He revs the engine, the loudness of it startling you slightly. "Ready?" He grins, revving the engine again.

You nod your head once, and Ji-ho shifts his vehicle into gear. You grab a hold of the door as he speeds down the well-lit streets.

The ride lasts about twenty minutes, getting curious about where he's taking you. You notice a bunch of cars sitting in one area, the neon lights on each vehicle lighting up the parking lot.

"What is this?" You ask the man beside you, taking a quick glance towards him. "Where are we?"

"Street race," he tells you before parking the vehicle. Your lips part as Ji-ho gets out, gently shutting his door. He races over to your side and opens the door for you. "Come on. It'll be fun."

Your hands shake a bit as you slowly rise out of the vehicle. "Uh, you know these races are illegal, yeah?" You ask him, starting to feel a little uneasy.

Ji-ho rolls his eyes at your question. "Really? Are you going to be a buzzkill? This group comes here almost every night," he informs you, attempting to drag you towards the crowd of people.

"I don't want to be here," you truthfully tell him, planting your feet into the ground.

"Fine. Find your own way home," Ji-ho snaps before walking away from you.

You're honestly a bit surprised that he just left you alone. You look around yourself, feeling a bit overdressed for this kind of occasion. A slight gasp comes from your lips upon seeing Seo Changbin.

Of course he's here… You think to yourself, having an internal debate with yourself. "Do I really want to ask him to take me home?" You mumble while slowly making your way towards him.

He checks the engine in his vehicle as you walk up to him. The curly-haired man lifts his head, and his eyes widen once he realizes who you are.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" Changbin asks you, looking around while resting a hand on your forearm. "How'd you even get here?"

You swallow thickly and jab your thumb in the direction of the crowd. "Uhm, I went out with a guy from work, and he brought me here," you begin to explain, tangling your fingers with one another. "I-I asked him to bring me home, but he just ditched me."

"Who is it?" He asks, straightening his back.

"His name is Ji-ho," you mention with furrowed brows. "It doesn't matter. I was just wondering if… if maybe you could bring me home?"

Changbin's eyes meet yours again, noticing the desperate look in them. "Yeah, sure," he pauses, the corner of his mouth lifting, "but only if you give me your number after."

You scoff, shaking your head at him. "I can't stand you," you laugh loudly, turning to walk away from him.

A hand quickly wraps itself around your wrist, stopping you from walking away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Changbin apologizes while pulling you back towards him. "I have a race in five minutes, but after that, I promise to bring you home."

"You don't expect me to ride with you for it, do you?!" You ask him.

"I mean, you don't have to," he shrugs his shoulders, providing a small smile. "Although, I'd feel more safe if you were with me."

You bite your lip as you glance back at the group of people. They start to disperse, and you assume they're preparing for the race.

"If I scream to get out of your car, you pull over," you start while walking towards the passenger side of his crimson-colored vehicle, "I don't care if you're in first or last place."

Changbin places a hand on his heart after shutting the hood. "I promise to let you out if you scream," he swears, the two of you piling into the vehicle.

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You can not believe that you're in Seo Changbin's car during an illegal street race. Hana's never going to believe you when you tell her this.

His car drifts around the tight corner, causing you to suck in some air and squeeze your eyes shut. "H-How does one do this?!" You ask out loud to no one in particular. "You're all crazy."

Changbin places his right hand on your leg before slapping it a couple of times. "Oh, come on. It's fun. We're having fun!" He says while squeezing gently.

You turn your head to glare at him, your knuckles beginning to turn white from how hard you're gripping. "Oh, yeah, I'm having so much fun," you almost growl.

He takes another sharp turn, and you almost bash your head off of the window. "Shit, be careful," Changbin's demeanor changes from amusement to concern. "You gotta pay attention, baby."

"Don't call me baby," you grumble, keeping your eyes on the road.

"You're cute when you're mad," he laughs while shifting his vehicle into another gear, the speed of it increasing.

You cross your arms over your chest for a few seconds. "Is that why you keep trying to get my number?" You ask him with a raised brow.

"I mean, it's part of the reason. The other reason is that you're so cute," he answers your question with his signature smirk.

Your hand grips his wrist that sits on the shifter, your eyes glancing towards the man. Changbin crosses the finish line in first place, and you release a deep breath as he starts to slow down.

As soon as he parks the car, you unbuckle your seatbelt before opening the passenger door. You tumble out of the vehicle, looking back to see others cross the finish line.

"Do you still want me to take you home?" Changbin asks you, leaning forward a bit to look at you from the driver's seat.

"Will you drive normally?" You almost plead to him, trying to get your heart rate down.

He smiles at you softly, nodding his head. "I promise," he places a hand on his chest.

You nod your head and get back into the car. The buff man beside you waits for you to get settled in before driving away. Silence fills the space for a few minutes, your eyes staring out at the quiet city.

"What do you get when you win?" You ask all of a sudden, keeping your gaze on the view.

Changbin hums in response while taking a quick glance in your direction. "Uhm, pride?" He chuckles, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel.

A loud laugh leaves your lips, and you finally look over at the pretty man. You give him a look, not wanting to believe that they don't get some sort of prize. "You're absolutely kidding?" You ask, leaning forward in your seat a bit.

"I'm being one hundred percent serious," he continues to laugh, turning his vehicle down a different street. "We all do it to be on top. You know how some guys can be. They get off on this kind of stuff."

"Gross," you laugh while shaking your head.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for the rest of the drive. Changbin pulls up to your apartment building, parking the vehicle before turning it off.

"What are you -" you're cut off as Changbin piles out of the car. You watch him race around the front before opening your door for you. "Well, aren't you a gentleman?"

You giggle as you get out, flattening the skirt of your dress afterward. "I'm trying to woo you," Changbin says, shutting the door behind you.

"Woo me, huh?" You whisper to yourself, feeling your lips perk up into a smile. He walks you up to the main door, holding it open for you.

"Thanks for accompanying me tonight," he mentions. "I hope it wasn't all scary."

"I…" you trail off while walking up the last step, tilting your head to look at him. "I had fun. The driving scared me a little bit, but you're pretty good behind the wheel."

You hold your hand out to him, deciding to give him your number. Changbin looks at your open hand in confusion before realizing what's happening.

"No way!?" He asks in a hushed whisper, shoving his free hand into his pocket. He pulls his phone out, placing it onto the palm of your hand. "You're actually giving me your number?"

"Yes," you laugh, typing your contact information into the device. "You're pretty cute, Seo Changbin."

"You're cute," Changbin mumbles, his eyes dropping down to your lips. "Would you want to come to the next one with me?"

You hiss before gently biting your lip. "Hm, I don't know about that one," you tell him, rocking on the balls of your feet. "I'll have to think about it."

"I'll take that."

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning on your toes to press a kiss on his cheek. "I'll text you tomorrow," you tell him after walking through the open door.

Changbin grins, nodding his head. "I'll be waiting."

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sahar, your work gives me such warm hugs.

i know i sound like a broken record, but i am such an admirer of what you do <3

can i request hyunjin x touch starved reader?

sure you can!! fluff and a pinch of angst. newly established relationship.

You never really had a problem with not being held; with living your life without a hand squeezing your shoulder, or gentle fingers trailing down your spine. You got used to it- to patting your own back and holding your hand in the dark. 

That is until Hyunjin came into your life.

Suddenly your touch was no longer enough. You craved much more- you wanted Hyunjin to wrap himself around you, not letting go until all your years of feeling alone were erased from your memory, one by one. 

But you couldn't tell him this, you were scared he'd find you too intense, too clingy. You've only been dating for two months, yet your yearning for him was overwhelming you already. 

You were afraid that the line between loving him and suffocating him would blur, and that he'd want to leave. So, when he held your hand, you always let go first. And when he went to cradle your face, you quickly moved away. You didn't want to discover what would happen if you didn't. 

But today, all your efforts to keep him at arms length went down the drain.

Hyunjin came over after a week of not seeing you. And as soon as you opened the door, he pulled you in for a bone-crushing hug. His head nestles in the crook of your neck, and you can feel him exhaling in relief, as if a huge weight is lifted off of him. His hand is on the back of your hair, smoothing it down gently. "Missed you," you hear him mumble, his breath tickling your skin, "missed you so much." 

"I missed you too," you smile, pulling away slightly from him, as you usually do, but this time he tightens his hold on you. 

You didn't know how much you needed someone not to let go of you until Hyunjin did it. 

You freeze in your place as he rocks you slowly from left to right, his arms still encircling your waist. His warmth seeps from his body to yours, filling your insides entirely. You feel your eyes well with tears, as you realize that Hyunjin likes touching you. That he finds comfort in it as well- by the way he's relaxing under your hold, his breaths coming out softly now. 

He's never hugged you for this long before, and you choke out a sob as he kisses your neck tenderly. "I missed hugging you," he whispers, pecking your bare skin once again. "I missed you," he repeats, trailing his hands up and down your arm, his shin now resting on your shoulder.

Your arms go limp by your sides as he pulls away from you, a wide smile on his face, only for it to disappear when he notices the tears in your eyes.

 "Baby?" he asks, confusion clearly painted across his pretty features. But then you see fear growing in his eyes, as he takes a step back away from you.

"Did you not want me to hug you? I'm so sorry I should've let go when you tried to pull away. I won't- I won't do it again. Please don't cry, I'm so-" You cut him off with your mouth crashing on his. You couldn't bare seeing the distraught look on his face anymore.

"Thank you for not letting go. I needed that so much," you whisper against his lips, your hands cradling his face gently. 

"Really? Then why were you crying?" he asks doubtfully, his eyes racking through your face for any sign of discomfort. 

"Because no one has ever held me as tightly before." You confess quietly, and Hyunjin's eyes soften at your words, his hand reaching up to rest on your own.

"You promise? I didn't make you uncomfortable?"

"You didn't, I promise you," you smile, wrapping your arms around him to further reassure him. He holds you to him instinctively, his hand rubbing soothing circles across your back.

You both hug each other for a while, standing in the middle of your apartment, the sun rays streaming through your curtains basking you both in a golden glow. 

Hyunjin places his chin on the top of your head, and you further sink into his chest. He smells nice, immensely so, and you try to find a word to describe how you're feeling in this moment. But all the descriptions pale in comparison to the warmth cursing through your veins. 

You imagine that this is what butterflies feel when they finally emerge from their chrysalises. When the first breeze caresses their fluttering wings- a need satiated after a long time of waiting.

"I won't let go if you don't," you giggle, your feet growing tired from standing for so long.

"That's the plan, my love."

"We'll hug here all day then?" you grin, leaning a bit away so you'd be able to look at his face.

"Yes," he beams at you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Doesn't that sound nice?"

"It does," you smile, resting your cheek on his chest once again.

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i requested this on anon because i was too shy to come off of it. ironic because i’m admitting it now.

thank you so much <33 this is exactly how i imagined chan would react to him comforting someone through a thunderstorm. you really made his attentiveness shine through.

a thunderstorm is actually rolling ỉn right now, and i think it won’t be too bad this time because i have this to read when i get scared.

hello 🤍 can i request chan comforting reader during a thunderstorm? thank you 🤍🤍🤍

Chan x reader. comfort and fluff. thank you for waiting <3

You’re sprawled on top of Chan's chest, your favorite cheesy movie playing in the background. You've watched it together five times already- you can probably recite some dialogue by heart by now. Still, you both can't help but giggle each time the main characters get too close to one another, gasping in shock as if it’s your first time seeing it.  

You are both wrapped around in a fuzzy blanket, bodies tightly pressed to one another. Your cups of finished hot chocolate are sitting on the nearby table tray. Chan's hand is on your back, and he taps it repeatedly with each funny scene unfolding on the screen, his laugh reverberating through your entire body.

Every touch, every chuckle of his filled you with an immeasurable sense of safety and warmth. In that instant, you wished you could stop the relentless march of time and stay in this moment forever. 

But then, thunder booms loudly, tearing apart the serene peace that surrounded you.

A shiver courses through your body, your heart now beating wildly in your chest. You try to still your breathing, hoping that Chan didn't notice your newfound nervousness. You never told him about this fear of yours, deeming it too irrational. 

But thunder rumbles once again, and you can no longer hide how your body tenses, fear freezing you in your place, your breathing suddenly erratic. 

"Baby, what's wrong?" Chan asks, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. He pauses the movie when you stay silent, standing up from his place so he'd be able to look at you properly. 

"Sweetheart?" he tries again and you clasp your hands together, trying your best to conceal your shaking fingers.

"I'm really scared of thunder," you admit breathlessly, bracing yourself for his reply. Chan doesn't waste another second, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over your heads, enveloping you in a quiet darkness. 

"Close your eyes," he murmurs, his large hands trailing up your face and cradling your ears, muffling the thunderous roars from you. 

You feel his breath fanning across your skin before his lips land softly on the tip of your nose. Then, your cheeks, your forehead and finally your eyelids. Soft kisses that make your nerves dissipate ever slowly. 

You lose track of time as all your senses are clouded- except for the gentle way in which Chan brushes his lips against you. He's being cautious with his touch, as his hands never leave your ears. You can tell he's whispering sweet nothings to you, but you can't clearly hear him. It feels as if you are underwater and he's calling out to you softly from the shore. 

Sometime later, Chan finally lifts the blanket from your heads, and you blink repeatedly, trying to adjust to the sudden light flooding your eyes. 

"It passed," he smiles reassuringly at you, and you nod. You couldn't speak, overwhelmed by your love for him, and a tinge of embarrassment. 

"Hey. It's okay, baby. You did well," he tells you gently, his thumb caressing your cheek with infinite tenderness. 

But then he glances at the clock and you feel yourself tense once again. He has to leave, responsibilities to cater to, but the thought of being alone right now terrifies you. 

"It's dark outside, isn't it?" Chan speaks again, cutting off your distraught train of thought. You gaze outside through your window- it's still light. It's only four pm. "And the walk from here to my studio is so long," he adds with a whine. It's not, it's only five minutes away. "I should probably stay the night, right?" he asks with a smile, and you nod timidly. 

"Let's finish this and then start a new movie, alright?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," you finally speak, as he pulls you back on top of his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around you as if to physically shield you from any of your fears. 

"Thank you for staying" you whisper, placing a tender kiss on his neck. "The world always feels less daunting with you here."

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i had a cute something like this with a guy in my class too :’) but then he gaslit me hardcore so i blocked him on everything and continued to see him the next semester during class

pov: you always ask for pictures of your classmate's! minho's cats when you're sad

a/n: these were done for personal reasons which i cannot explain (yes i am sad all the time and i need minho to send me cat pics),,also these were such a pain in the ass to arrange it literally took me more then actually "writing" this so if the 'layout' looks ulgy no it doesn't❤

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when no one has written the exact fic to scratch a very specific emotional itch and you absolutely do not have time to write it yourself but you still want to read it dammit

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how did you know that i’m a grown 25 year old that still gets the happy meal at mcdonalds because i’m always overwhelmed by adulthood because i never had a proper childhood?

“im here” texts with skz

note: if you’re feeling down, these are def for you! i js thought it would be cute to make some texts about how the boys would try comfort you. so yea fjddhjd

contains: cursing, it’s prolly a lil angsty since it’s comfort but nothing else. (SORRY FOR THE SPELLING ERRORS BTW, eng. is not my first language T-T)

chan and minho

changbin and hyunjin

jisung and yongbok

seungmin and jeongin

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yeah, related to this on a personal level.

Imagine

Jeongin is your roommate, actually there was nothing between you two. But when it come to him wearing glasses, its just something else. It brings the dirtiest images of this situation. you cannot let this opportunity slip anymore; youre riding jeongin, praising him, kissing and nibbing on his skin. He is not understanding anything and dont know how it even started

-🤡

🏷️ fingering, oral (f) implied, mentions of perv!jeongin

with his glasses askew, his hair mussed and purple bruises decorating his collarbones jeongin’s a living vision of debauchery.  

you’re seated in his lap and he doesn’t know where to put his hands. your skirt has ridden up so high he can almost see your lace thong. he knows you’re wearing the black one with the little bow on the front; he’d watched you fish it out of the dryer earlier and had made a mental note to pocket it later. 

somewhere between then and now you’d come home from the club and pounced. it’d happened so fast jeongin’s brain is still struggling to catch up. it doesn’t help that most of his blood is rushing south. 

“these fucking glasses,” you mutter between sharp nips at his skin. it hurts more than he’d like but he doesn’t dare to stop you. doesn’t want you to even if he should know better. he can’t ruin things. not with you. 

“you’re drunk,” he protests weakly, “we shouldn’t —”

“shut up, i’ve only had three drinks,” you push at his shoulders. your strength surprises him. it also turns him on, which isn’t helping. neither are the words you utter next: 

“yang jeongin, listen to me. i need you to fuck me. right now.” 

never in a million years did he expect to hear those words coming from you. he stares at your face, searching it for any signs of trickery. this has to be a prank. it’s either that or he’s dreaming. 

“what about jisung?” 

jeongin’s not sure why he asks. he doesn’t give a shit about jisung. 

“what about who,” you scoff and roll your eyes. jisung is the guy you’d been dating for the past couple weeks. ‘dating’ is a big word; it’d been more fucking than dating, with very little room for any conversation. it probably wouldn’t have worked out anyway. “he left with minho’s sister.”

it all makes sense to him now. you’re horny, and jisung left you high and dry. jeongin pushes the bitter taste of being used as a rebound away and tentatively puts his hands on top of your bare thighs. this might be his only chance. 

“c’mon, innie, don’t be shy,” you giggle. why do you have to be so cute even when you’re teasing him? “i know you want me.” 

he lets his gaze drift from your eyes to your mouth. fuck, you have no idea how badly he wants you. 

“the walls are thin, y’know. i can hear you moaning my name at night.”

his eyes snap back up, feline eyes now wide and rounded, his ears turning the brightest shade of pink you’ve ever seen. you giggle again and grind your hips against his. jeongin’s so hard he’s sure he’s going to explode if you keep doing that. somehow the thought of you knowing about his little crush is more enticing than embarrassing. or maybe today’s the day he discovers he’s got a thing for humiliation. he realizes he doesn’t care. not when your skin is hot underneath his palms and you’re making the neediest little noises. 

“i need your fucking hands. the amount of times i’ve fantasized about these long fingers…” 

jeongin swallows hard. you’ve thought about him too? 

he tightens his grip on your thighs and his mouth finds yours easily. the kiss is hungry and eager, more teeth and tongue than necessary as you lick into his mouth like you want to devour him. the low moan he lets out only seems to spur you on. 

encouraged by your enthusiasm jeongin pushes your sodden underwear to the side and teases your slit with two fingers. he grins when he feels how soaked you are. “all this because of some glasses?”

you’re not laughing anymore, jaw going slack and eyes rolling back when he finds your clit. “down,” you tug at his shoulders and clamber off his lap. he lets you maneuver him into position, reclining on the couch with your thighs on both sides of his head. “the answer is you, you idiot. but you can keep the glasses on.”

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i am not the confrontational type, but if i knew seungmin liked me (back), i wouldn’t hesitate to pour my heart out to him.

then fall.

pairing: non-idol!seungmin x gn!reader

prompt: “43 + 47. with kim seungmin pls 🥺 ” - anon [from these prompts]

word count: 1.1k~

warnings: storm mention. the usual no proofreading & intentional lowercase. also some slight sexual references, but nothing too major. two idiots in love.

daisy’s notes: ok this is literally such an old ask but i still wanted to write these so… <3 also i can’t remember if these were the reqs i was trying to stay under 1k for but whoops

all at once, you were plunged into near darkness. the rumble of thunder was the only warning you’d been given, giving you the push you needed to save the doc you were working on right before the lights went off. you could hear the sound of felix letting out a yell from his room alongside jisung openly lamenting the loss of internet in the beach house. a door upstairs opened, and you could hear chris calling out to locate everyone with his phone flashlight on.

this was meant to be a group vacation with you and your friends (… and crush, although you refused to tell seungmin that anytime soon). and yet it was ruined with a sudden storm, leaving you and your eight friends stuck inside for part of it. 

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two years ago, my friend tweeted about an angsty changbin fic that she had read. i asked her for the link because i was curious and wanted to read it for myself.

fast forward two years later, and we still talk about set on you together. we send each other photos of changbin that remind us of set on you, we both have wrote in our journals about set on you, we both have talked about every detail about set on you.

i have this wonderful talent of forcing myself to forget details of something i have consumed just so i can experience it for the first time again. the amount of times i have read this and still feel the same feelings i felt when reading it for the first time is quite impressive.

i will never stop reading set on you.

set on you ↠ seo changbin

◦ genre: enemies to lovers!au, brother’s best friend!au, fuckboy!au; angst, fluff

◦ pairings: reader x changbin 

◦ word count: 20.2k

◦ description: you think life hates you because you’re convinced that the universe conspired to help seo changbin exist at the same time as you do.

◦ warnings: explicit language, alcohol consumption, suggestive remarks (!), slow burn

◦ a/n: happy birthday, bin! the world spins for you (or at least mine does)! enjoy this mess of a fic y’all. i have no idea how all those aus come to play… but it will… trust me; this is probably the most self-indulgent thing i’ve written fml & you have been warned :)

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Summer is packing your belongings in a dilapidated suitcase that has been through many airport terminals, throwing your t-shirts and jeans on top until it’s filled to the brim with too many items of clothing and too little occasions to dress up for. It’s taking that burdensome stack of essays you’ve accumulated throughout the semester and tossing them down the trash chute with the rest of the banana peels and ramen cups. It’s taking a breath of fresh air without the imminent stressors of “midterm prompt will be posted at noon” or “printer is low on toner”.

Summer is the honking of Chan’s car outside of your apartment complex, the incessant vibrating of your phone with caller ID that reads “asshole™”, which leaves you questioning why your brother brought his entire entourage to pick you up from college.

The moment you step out of the building complex, you’re greeted by the familiar sound of Jisung’s voice—penetrating, raucous, grating, and other big words for annoying. But that’s not the point.

The point is:

“Hey, hurry up! Changbin says he can’t fall in love without you!”

Ugh.

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big fan of characters with abandonment + attachment issues so profound that they leave claw marks in everything they touch but would sooner gnaw off their own leg than admit they just want someone to stay for once. in a totally normal well adjusted and not at all projecting way of course.

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i have never clicked on a notification so quick before.

i feel so spoiled. i eat up everything that is enemies to lovers (in this case, fwb). i think i’ve read nearly every seungmin enemies to lovers out there, but this one made space for itself in the high ranks.

idk what’s more attractive, the clear video of seungmin taking his mask off after the masked singer or this visual i have of seungmin taking his helmet off after pulling up on his motorcycle. whichever it is, i think i’ve fallen for the seungmin with his golden honey hair all over again.

i loved this. i really did.

seungmin taking off his mask brainrot. allusion to sex but no smut. still mdni.

honestly i struggled with tagging this, because it's not smut but also not fluff either hshshs enemies to fwb??? anyways i hope this reaches its target audience,, enjoy <33 (lowercase intended)

seungmin is an asshole.

you don't like him. he's always around, nagging you, throwing unnecessary comments your way about every little thing you do or say. if it were solely up to you, you wouldn't talk to him ever again. but he's jeongin's best friend, who also happens to be your best friend, so seeing him is inevitable.

he's there sipping on his iced americano, wispy bangs falling in front of his brown eyes, fixated on you. he's there sitting across of you in the campus garden, hitting your leg repeatedly with his foot. he's there at jeongin's dorm, who also happens to be his roommate, strolling around shirtless with no care in the world.

he's infuriating, everything about him makes you mad. from the way he smiles proudly when he sees that he's getting on your nerves, to the way he leans his face onto yours, faking interest in whatever you are saying.

seungmin is an asshole, and to your surprise, he's here to pick you up.

you know it's him, from the red converse he is wearing, and his familiar black leather jacket. you can also tell from the hands gripping the handles of the motorcycle. they aren't clad with rings, so it can't be jeongin. the friend who was actually supposed to pick you up.

you half debate staying home, cursing jeongin in your brain for forcing you to spend more time with seungmin. but you really wanted to go to that party chan is hosting. you needed the free alcohol, badly.

so you huff, as seungmin takes his sweet time parking, mentally preparing to curse him too. but the words die in your throat as soon as he removes his helmet.

he has caramel colored hair now.

he slides off the motorcycle, running an easy hand through his hair. it looks soft, and you wonder what it smells like. citrus, maybe, or pinewood. he then leans onto his engine, smirking at you slightly. you roll your eyes, taking one step forward towards him.

"i think you're obsessed with me."

"yeah? why is that?" he smiles, tilting his head to the side, his arms now crossed in front of his chest.

"you just had to pick me up right. couldn't stand being away from me that badly?"

"correct." he doesn't deny and you huff, grabbing the second helmet and putting it on.

"let's make this as short as possible."

"my pleasure," he bows slightly and you bite your lip, trying to suppress the tiniest smile from coming out. you really liked his hair, it made his honeyed eyes stand out more.

he gets on first, and you follow suit. you were used to riding with jeongin but this is your first time doing it with seungmin. you hesitate for a couple of seconds, before wrapping your arms loosely around his waist.

"hold tight," he tells you, adding a soft "please" after a few silent beats. you oblige, and then he takes off with no further warning.

the drive is short, and you can't seem to focus on anything but the warmth emanating from seungmin's body. you are hyper aware of your thighs pressing against his, and his broad back snug against your chest. it feels intimate, for some odd reason, and you almost close your eyes to fully savor it. almost.

when you arrive, you're quick to hop off, handing your helmet to seungmin. he takes it from you silently, before removing his own too.

strands of his hair stay upwards and you debate internally for a second, before reaching to smooth them down.

you were right, his hair is incredibly soft to the touch.

"you look pretty," he says. and he sounds sincere- different from how he usually speaks to you.

"thank you," you reply quietly, " i like your new hair."

"really? I'm not sure if it suits me," he admits, running a hand through it self-consciously. it felt weird, to see him anything but confident and boastful.

"it does. what shampoo do you use?"

"i don't know. something citrusy, i think."

"figured."

....

your naked chest is pressed to seungmin's, limbs so tangled you can no longer tell where your body ends and his begins.

you didn't exactly plan on ending up here tonight, you weren't even sure how this happened. you just couldn't take your eyes off seungmin's hair, and then his eyes landed on your lips and suddenly he was leading you to the nearest bedroom.

but you don't mind, not when seungmin looks this way. the light is dim and dark shadows reflect on his face. there is a sheen layer of perspiration on his upperbrow, and you imagine you must look the same. sweaty and slightly dazed, a pink hue adorning your cheeks.

seungmin traces your lips with his thumb, going over your cupid bow ever so slowly. it makes shivers run down your spine, and you huddle closer to him. as close as you physically could anyways, since you were practically glued to him.

"had i known this would happen i would've died my hair sooner," he smirks cheekily and that brings you to his hair again. you run your hand through its soft locks gently. a stark contrast to how hard you were tugging them moments ago.

"mm, it's all because of this caramel color," you smile back, its citrusy scent wafting to your nose. "i really like your shampoo."

"are you turned on by scents?" he jokes and you swat his arm, leaning a bit away from him.

"it just smells nice. sue me."

"it's okay, you smell nice too," he chuckles, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. you appreciate it. it makes you feel less weird about how affected you are by him.

"i... i told jeongin that i wanted to pick you up," he mumbles onto your skin and you feel yourself tense slightly. "why?"

"wanted to see you first," he says quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. it makes you dizzy. you don't find him infuriating any more.

"let's talk about this later," you finally reply, pulling him away from you.

"mm. what do you want to do now?" he smiles, grazing your naked arm with the back of his hand.

you straddle his lap, swiping his bangs away from his forehead. that damned hair of his.

"you."

[stars-n-bubbles]

maybe it’s because i’m not over my situationship, whatever it is i definitely short circuited when i read this.

you know that trend that’s asking “what’s that one photo that changed the trajectory of your life?” those, 100% those after concert mirror selfies where it’s 90% his hands and 10% fluffy hair.

this story had me clenching my fists in anticipation. all of the teasing, all of the flirting had me screaming into my pillow at 3 in the morning. i love this genre of seungmin.

lilly did such a great job at creating tension between the two. painful, but so good. this was such a fun read, i loved it so much.

when are you coming home? — seungmin

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader

tags: friends to lovers, situationship-ish, boys on tour, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, sexting, dirty talk, undefined relationship status, lewds, a painfully obvious hand kink that is not a reflection on me in any way shape or form 🙃, alcohol, drunk!reader, phone calls, fingering, countless cockblocking, mention of toys.

inspo: ……hands.

wc — 4384

notes: this was supposed to be a short blurb. also ty to @lino-nyangi for giving me the confidence to finish this 🫶🏻

you were a fool. a complete fool.

you just made out with your friend the night before he goes away for his world tour for a good few months. you just ruined your friendship, put yourself in a horrible situation that won’t be resolved until he comes home, risking the chance of him coming back and being too awkward to even talk to you.

you just made out with your friend the night before he goes away for his world tour for a good few months. you just ruined your friendship, put yourself in a horrible situation that won’t be resolved until he comes home, risking the chance of him coming back and being too awkward to even talk to you.

all because you were thinking with your heart (and maybe your pussy was making some good points too) and not your brain. your brain would’ve said to stop. it did say to stop.

but you chose to focus on kim seungmin’s lips instead.

it wasn’t like he didn’t kiss you back… in fact, he was the one who grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap. he was the one who slid his tongue into your mouth. he was the one who said your name softly as you pulled away.

and you were the one with a cockblock of a roommate who had to call you at that exact moment to say they forgot their keys and they’re stuck outside in the cold.

looking down at seungmin’s puppy eyes made it near impossible to care about your friend’s wellbeing, but you snapped out of it and sighed.

“i need to go home,” you said, hands flat against seungmin’s chest.

he nodded at you, jaw clenched lightly before he sighed the tension away. then he smiled.

“do you need me to walk you?”

“no, it’s okay, they’re so desperate to get out of the cold that they’re calling me a taxi.”

“when’s it getting here?” he asked, and you noticed his hands were still firmly on your hips. they were warm, which made it impossible to miss just how much of your skin was covered by their warmth.

you looked down at your phone and the tracker map, the taxi was still seven minutes away.

“then come here,” he mumbled, snaking a hand onto your cheek and pulling you back to his lips.

his lips were so soft, and he tasted of the cupcakes you were eating when you watched that movie together—right now you couldn’t even remember the plot of it. all you could think about was the sweet coffee frosting and the way his tongue moved so skilfully against yours. all you could think about was his firm chest against your palms, the way you couldn’t quite tell who’s heart beat you were feeling underneath them.

and then your phone rang again and it was the driver and you grabbed your things and seungmin walked you outside and you wished him good luck on his tour and then you were gone and the next day he was gone and it’s been a week and not a single word from him.

when you finished all your work that day and retrieved your phone from where you were charging it you saw a few new messages.

seung: tour has been super busy so far i don’t think i’ve slept more than six hours this week

seung: if i dissociate hard enough does that count as a nap?

seung: also tell ur roommate they’re on my hit list now

you: why are they on ur hit list????

you: and please sleep minnie

seung: i can’t believe they ruined my one shot

you: wdym

seung: the thought of you kissing me won’t leave my head

seung: since chan’s bday party it’s all i wanted

seung: then i get that and you’re gone

you: you’re gone too mate you’re in fucking thailand

seung: and if i wasn’t in thailand?

you: what..?

seung: if i was home now. what would happen?

you take in a deep breath before you type your next words, a tingling sensation running through the tips of your fingers.

you: if it was up to me?

you: something something your fingers

seung: i don’t speak shy

you: you’re gonna make me say it??

seung: only if you want me to do it

you: kim seungmin

seung: no need to be so formal

you: if you were home now i think it would be nice if your fingers were inside me while we kissed some more

you: if that’s something you wanted ofc

seung: fuck

seung: yeah yeah that’s something i want

seung: that’s something i really really want

seung: i need to go soundcheck now fuck

seung: will be thinking of that forever thanks

you fell asleep with your phone still in your hand, trying to distract yourself with tiktoks until seungmin had another spare moment for you. but that moment only came at 5:47 am when he texted you saying he had no idea what to have for dinner. you asked him what he ended up getting to which he only replied ten hours later.

you were used to communicating like this with him. when he was on tour he was always busy, going from one place to the next and doing interviews and shows, and of course, timezones played a part too. but you noticed this time he was making more of an effort, always texting you random details about his day when he had the chance.

and you did the same for him in return, always snapping pictures of your lunch and sometimes of your outfits too.

before you kissed him, he’d just say normal things. friend things. like “that looks cute!” and “why are you wearing a hat it’s winter”.

now he’s a bit more forward. or maybe it was because you innocently snapped a picture that showed off your body pretty well, in an outfit that was meant to do the same.

seung: where are you going?

you: to the clubs!

seung: yeah you look hot like that

you: thanks

seung: you gonna shoot your shot?

you: i already did

seung: and how did that turn out?

you: got kissed and then abandoned :(

seung: who would do that

you: some guy who cares more about his fans than he cares about me

seung: that is so not true

seung: promise me something?

you: what….

seung: don’t kiss anyone or flirt with anyone

seung: please

you: seung. what is that supposed to mean?

seung: that outfit is gonna drive me crazy

seung: ur body

seung: u could get anyone you wanted you know that?

you: way to avoid the question

seung: it’s all the media training :)

you: i’m not gonna promise anything if you don’t give me a reason

seung: goddamit you know the reason

seung: just… please.

you: seungmin.

seung: i just don’t think it would be fair. i’m not there to beat the other people to it

you: what other people?

seung: i wanna be the only one

it was around two in the morning when you arrived home, the alcohol still rushing through your body and blurring your vision slightly. even though you didn’t make any promises to seungmin, there wasn’t any reason to. no one has been able to catch your attention ever since you first started developing a crush on him, and after kissing him (and the constant flirting since) it was obvious to you you didn’t want anyone else. but seungmin didn’t need to know that yet.

you texted him to tell him you were home, like he asked you too, and a few moments later an incoming facetime call drew your attention to your phone.

you quickly answered it.

“minnie!” you slurred, waving at the camera enthusiastically.

“drunk?” he chuckled.

“obviously,” you rolled your eyes.

it was then you noticed he was wearing his stage outfit, spotting his overalls and jewellery and in-ears.

“you look so good,” you groaned. he laughed. “when’s the show?”

“in like two hours,” he nodded, looking to the side to supposedly check the time. but all you saw was his jaw.

“woah,” you sighed, “god.”

“huh?”

“you’re so hot,”

“you’re still in that outfit,” he retorted.

“well, i can take it off if you really want,” you said before you could even register what you were thinking.

seungmin jumped in his seat, eyes wide and staring at you.

“if i take my shirt off will you give me something in return?”

“huh?” was all he managed.

“can you show me your hands?”

“yeah, yeah,” he stuttered, “anything you want. but—“

you crossed your arms in front of you, rolling the bottom of your shirt up your stomach before seungmin put his hand up as if saying stop. so you did.

“what is it?”

“you’re drunk and i shouldn’t let you.”

“you don’t wanna see my tits?” you grabbed them, drawing his undivided attention to your chest.

“god, how much i want that,” he grumbled. “but not like this. i wanna see you for the first time when i get home.”

you pouted at him, which sent even more of his blood rushing towards his dick. he clenched his jaw tightly.

“did you keep your promise?” he decided to change the subject.

you nodded quickly. “obviously. wouldn’t wanna fuck anyone that isn’t you.”

evidently, any filter you had had drowned in the alcohol and was now rendered useless.

seungmin gaped at you.

“you want us to fuck?”

“so bad,” you groaned, “like, if i was there and you just had two hours to chill i’d beg you to fuck me in your dressing room.”

“you’re trying to kill me,” seungmin mumbled.

“you know ever since chan’s party i think of you when i touch myself,” you said, casually.

so casually that seungmin was left to blink at you as the words registered in his brain.

“what do you think about?”

“i dunno,” you shrugged, bringing a finger to your collarbone subconsciously, “just… being with you.”

“oh, like—“ but before seungmin could say anything else han walked into his room, speaking loudly about something to do with the food he found for lunch.

you said hello to jisung and talked to him for a few more minutes before felix came into the room as well.

you could see seungmin’s side eye at his members, and it made you giggle loudly, but neither of them focused on that too much when they realised you were just drunk.

after a catch up with felix you decided you were tired and went to bed.

seungmin couldn’t believe how bad his luck is.

seungmin’s wish to see you for the first time in person was quickly forgotten. the more times you asked him if he wanted to see you, the more he considered just how long it was gonna be before he came home. so when you suggested it again on one of your two am facetime calls, seungmin let out a breathy “please.”

he bit his lip, smiling cheekily at you as he watched you through the screen running your hands up and down your chest.

he brought his thumb to his lips, mumbling something as he clearly wasn’t focusing on your face.

“what was that?”

“you’re so beautiful,” he said, rolling his eyes in frustration. “i wish i was there.”

“only a few more weeks, minnie,” you reminded him, shifting around to show off a better angle of your body.

“i wanna touch you and hold you and kiss you and fuck you and—“ he groaned again, “—this is so unfair. why can’t you come out here?”

“because—“

“—i’ll pay for everything, we’ll book a room for you and whatever you need.”

“i can’t ask work to just let me go next week.”

“then the week after?”

“i need to ask like six months in advance,” you sighed.

“that’s such bullshit. quit your job and come on tour with us.”

“and you’ll pay my rent and my bills and my t—“

“i’ll pay for everything,” he repeated. and although it gave you butterflies you knew that wasn’t realistic. you couldn’t ask that of him, and besides, you didn’t want that. you did want to see him, but you also had your life. and that came first.

“whatever you say, minnie,” you dropped it quickly.

“okay,” he knew to drop it as well, blinking the bangs away from his eyes as his gaze settled back on your face.

“i do really miss you. regardless of all the things we’ve been talking about lately. i wanna hang out with you again.”

“yeah,” you smiled at him, “i miss you, too. when are you coming home?”

the tour was coming to an end, the last few shows left. you still talked to seungmin almost every day, about work and your life and his life and the tour and everything in between. and most nights it would end up with most of your clothes off in front of each other, whispering dirty things down the phone.

with only a couple weeks left, you were really starting to lose your patience. you felt a longing for seungmin, which wasn’t new, but with it being obvious that the only thing in your way now was distance it drove you insane. you dreamt about him and thought about him and wanted him.

you never thought your stupid kiss would lead to anything other than awkwardness, but making your feelings known to seungmin was all he needed to push him out of the pining phase and into the chasing the girl he liked phase.

as you were eating your breakfast you opened your social media and started scrolling aimlessly; until you gasped, finger hovering above your screen as you stopped on seungmin’s latest instagram post. you weren’t even sure if he was trying to take a picture of his face at all—when all anyone could see was his hands.

his really really beautiful hands.

without even thinking about it you opened your chat with him and typed out a quick message. before you could overthink it you switch back to the pictures, admiring them in their full glory.

you: kim seungmin.

seung: either you’re mad at something or you opened instagram

you: so it was an intentional attack i see

seung: yes

seung: planned and executed to perfection

you: and what might this attack be in retaliation too?

seung: had a dirty dream about you

seung: needed your attention

you: could’ve just asked????

seung: not as fun

you: what was your dream about?

next came a voice message. you squeezed your thighs without even realising it, anticipation crawling up your skin as you pressed play.

seungmin went into great detail about a date in one of the fancy restaurants he visited in japan recently, about how cute you looked and that felix was your waiter and there were only cupcakes on the menu.

and then he laughed, deep and slow, before he said, “and you just dragged me to the roof of that restaurant and begged me. you were on your knees and everything.”

you started typing, urging him to tell you more about this dream of his when another message came through.

“as soon as i touched you i woke up, which is ironic considering we keep getting cockblocked by someone.”

“felix would be a good waiter,” you recorded back, “but i wouldn’t trust him with a tower of cups.”

“is that your main takeaway?” he laughed loudly. you could almost picture him covering his smile with his hand.

“sucking you off on a roof would be cool,” you shrugged, even if he couldn’t see it.

his laughed echoed through your ears before he wished you a good day, and told you to eat lots of food.

you knew seungmin was back home when he called you through his normal number and not his apple id.

“what are your plans tonight?” he asked, before saying hello or anything else.

“i’m having dinner with my friends,” you said.

“do you want me to pick you up after?”

“no,” you let the silence stretch for a second or two before adding, “it’s close to yours so i’ll just come over after?”

“you had to be a little shit, huh?” you can hear his smirk. you’ve grown so used to only hearing him, and sometimes seeing him through your phone, your heart races at the idea of getting to see him in front of you.

it’s eight hours later when you knock on seungmin’s door.

he opened the door, your chest rising as you took in a deep breath. his hair looked much brighter in person, and he was a little more tan than the pictures showed. and he was smiling at you as he flicked his bangs away from his face.

“hello,” he said, formally, bowing at you.

you slapped his chest, pushing past him as you toed off your shoes and walked inside.

“you have no manners,” he tsked at you, as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest.

“i missed you,” you mumbled into his hoodie, locking your arms behind his back and squeezing him closer to you.

you could feel his chin resting against your head, his thumb rubbing against your shoulder.

and then his finger wrapped around your chin as he brought your face up to his, brushing your lips together.

he pulled away, ever so slightly, smiling softly down at you.

“hi,” he grinned.

“hi,” you sighed.

he brought his hand to your cheek, pulling you in closer, kissing you passionately. it was as if all those months apart was leading to this moment, to the what if you never had to leave that first night you kissed him.

somehow you got pinned against the kitchen counter, and then seungmin grabbed onto your thighs, mumbling a soft “up,” against your lips before he lifted you onto the cold marble.

he slotted himself easily between your legs, his arms caging your body from either side.

“wait,” you said, pushing at his shoulders. the pair of you caught your breaths, looking at each other with nothing but want. but as soon as you pushed him away seungmin straightened himself up, creating more distance between you.

“where are the boys?”

“out,” seungmin nodded, “i told them not to come back without warning.”

you laughed loudly at that. “so we’re not getting cockblocked this time?”

“we most definitely are,” he sighed dramatically, “but this time it won’t be seconds before i take my dick out.”

the memory from that one call in melbourne was still painful in your mind, hyunjin coming into seungmin’s room at the worst possible moment. but at least the pair of you could laugh about it now.

“let’s test that theory,” you grinned, running your hand down his shoulder and all the way to the band of his sweats. you gripped it as you pulled him closer to you.

seungmin’s eyes gaped at you, his jaw dropping slightly before he started laughing.

you locked eyes with him, silently asking him if you could keep going. the eager look in his eyes was enough to tell you to cup him through his sweats.

he brought his hands to your knees, gliding them upwards before he grabbed your thighs and pushed them open.

you captured his lips in yours, a small groan leaving his lips as you started palming him through the soft material, his cock hardening under your touch.

seungmin wasted no time in returning the favour, running his thumb up and down your core as the kiss got more passionate, more sloppy.

“bedroom?” he asked when you pulled away for air.

you practically jumped off the counter, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards his bedroom.

his suitcase still stood in the corner of the room but you didn’t say anything about it, mainly because seungmin lifted you up and placed you in the middle of the bed before you registered what was going on.

then his lips were on yours again, and so were his hips, and the pair of you moved against each other—small moans filling the room.

“god, i can’t believe this,” he mumbled against your skin, kissing your neck and jaw as his hand inched closer to your chest. “i waited so long for this.”

“me too, minnie,” you nodded, grabbing his hand and kissing his palm. “want your hands.”

“where do you want them?” he smirked, watching in awe as you started kissing his knuckles, his fingers, his wrist.

“anywhere,” you giggled, “everywhere.”

“like them that much?” he raised his eyebrows, grinding his hips into yours. the pressure was just right, a loud moan leaving your lips. seungmin repeated his actions, eyes locked on your lips as you kept kissing every part of his hand you could.

his other hand slid underneath your shirt, grabbing your chest as he rolled your nipple between his fingers.

you arched your back at the pleasure, neglecting your task of admiring his hand.

“y/n,” he called your attention, finger running against your lips, “focus, yeah?”

you nodded, kissing the tip of his finger. you weren’t sure what possessed you to do what you did next, but you slowly opened your mouth and let his finger fall against your tongue. then you sucked on it, giggling slightly at seungmin’s bewilderment.

he only started moving faster, urged on by your muffled moans, before he scrunched your shirt all the way up and started kissing your chest.

“seung,” you breathed, slipping your hand into his hair. you didn’t need to tell him anything else as he slowly wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking and licking and smiling as you arched your back in response.

he planted more kisses against your chest and then your stomach and then over your leggings, where the wet patch was getting embarrassingly visible.

“want my fingers here, bubs?” he asked, carefully, running a light finger over the spot you seemed to enjoy the most.

you nodded eagerly.

he slipped his hand into your underwear, smirking at you as he slowly rubbed the tip of his finger around your entrance.

“wet…” he mumbled softly, “wet and warm.”

“minnie, please,” you bucked your hips up.

he clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“i know what you want,” he kissed your cheek, “so just trust that i’ll give it to you.”

“but,” you sighed, “waited so long.”

“what’s another five minutes then?” he smiled, rubbing up and down your folds.

“you were gone for weeks,” you complained, but it fell short when his finger rubbed your clit softly and you gasped desperately.

“and i wanted you for months,” he said, face inches away from yours. “god, i’ve wanted you for ages. thought about you all the time, wishing i could have you.”

“then have me, seungmin, stop teasing,” you whined.

he clicked his tongue again. “payback and all.”

“how is it payback when i wanted you too?” you exclaimed, laughing airily.

“didn’t say anything,” he shrugs, “so i’m teaching you to use your words better. for next time.”

“next time?” you blinked.

“mhm,” he started circling your entrance again, pushing his finger in slowly, “next time.”

he sunk his finger all the way inside you, the length enough that you could feel a pressure in your stomach. and although seungmin really wanted to keep teasing you, the reaction he got was too good—and so he pushed his fingers in again and again and again until you were chanting at him not to stop.

and then you came all over his fingers.

seungmin softly kissed your shoulder as you caught your breath, brushing your hair out of your face. he slowly pulled his fingers away, delicately, and was about to grab a tissue from his nightstand before you grabbed his wrist.

he looked at you questioningly, his jaw dropping when you brought his fingers to your mouth again and licked them clean.

“holy fuck,” he chuckled. “i fucking—“

and then his phone rang. “oh, im gonna kill someone. yeah, im going to kill them.”

you chuckled at him when you looked over at his phone and spotted felix’s caller id.

seungmin answered, huffing out a sound as a greeting. “cool, thanks.”

he threw his phone into the pillow before he collapsed on top of you, burying his face in your chest. “they’re on the way back now.”

you soothed his grumbling, running your hands across his shoulder softly.

“that’s okay. do you wanna watch a movie now?”

after you cleaned yourself up the pair of you migrated to the living room, putting on a movie you both watched before as you snuggled closer to seungmin’s chest. he had his arm around your shoulder, his finger playing with your hair.

even though the movie was playing, and you were supposed to act normal, you still spent your time kissing his knuckles—unable to just not when his hands were so beautiful. seungmin laughed at you for it.

when the boys got back, jeongin made a comment at how he thought seungmin was actually getting some and that’s why they were asked to leave.

“thanks for that,” seungmin said, sarcastically. the boys didn’t notice how you buried yourself in the blanket as a blush crept up your neck.

the next day seungmin told you he was leaving again in two days for some fansign event for their album. it wasn’t an airplane away, but it was far, and he wouldn’t be back for a few days.

“but don’t worry, i got you something to make up for it.”

“you got me something?” you gasped. “no, you didn’t need to at all!”

“it’s for me too,” he smirked at you.

just then the waiter came around to ask for your orders.

“what does that mean?” you whispered after they left.

“you’ll see. it’s getting posted to yours.”

three days later, after sending seungmin a selfie on your walk home so he could see you were safe, you found a package by your door.

you quickly opened it, knowing it was seungmin’s gift as you didn’t order anything.

you felt your whole body tingle when you realised what it was. an app controlled vibrator.

you: kim seungmin.

seung <3: it isn’t my hands, but think you wanna use it?

you: yes!!!!! but only if you still send me mirror selfies.

seung <3: obvs. tell me when to turn it on babe

you: you’re gonna use this for evil, huh?

seung <3: don’t act like we’ve just met

you: ugh. menace

seung <3: your menace 😗

you: …

you: i hate you.

you: when are you coming home?

[stars-n-bubbles]

i always think about campus crush, seungmin. if he was in my class, of course i would wake up and get ready every day. of course i would go to class just to see him.

this piece was so sweet and cute. one of the first seungmin fics i’ve read. i read it once before when i wasn’t a seungmin bias and once again, recently, when i became a seungmin bias. i still felt the same fluttery feelings i felt when i first read it.

as someone that has a life that revolves around academia, this was such a guilty pleasure read. having study dates at the library with your boyfriend, i wish i got to experience it, and i did! through this fic.

jealousy, jealousy || Seungmin x Reader

Summary: When you planned a study date with your boyfriend, you hadn't thought that he would actually want to study throughout the whole thing — or that he would unexpectedly ditch you halfway through. Fortunately for you, he has a very obliging roommate who's more than happy to give the two of you some alone time...

Word count: 3.7k

Genres: college AU, established relationship, fluffy fluff

Warnings & Tags: jealousy (duh), making out, it gets quite suggestive but no actual smut (rating M), Han makes an appearance

Other works in this jealousy series: I.N

The idea of a ‘study date’ had seemed appealing to you at first. Your boyfriend was one of the top students in pretty much all of his classes and you didn’t want to interfere with that. You also liked working at the library well enough yourself, and you could see the inherent aesthetic of being surrounded by old books, hands brushing against each other every now and again, only quiet whispers filling the silence… Yeah, you thought you could make it work.

Your friends had also hyped you up. There had been lots of grins and winks when you had announced you wouldn’t be available for the afternoon. When you’d rolled your eyes at them and told them you were going to work, thank you very much, you’d been met with a lot of ‘Yeah, sure’ and one unnecessarily detailed description of how you could fuck in the library without getting caught. You hadn’t thought for a second that was an option, but you’d still left your dorm with some butterflies in your stomach.

As it turned out, though, Seungmin’s ideas of study dates were a lot more focused on studying than on the ‘date’ part.

He had kissed you, very briefly, when the two of you had met, which hadn’t fazed you all that much since you knew he wasn’t very comfortable with being affectionate in public. He had, however, taken your hand, traced circles over your skin with his thumb as the two greeted each other, and squeezed it before letting go, which had only renewed the feeling in your stomach.

…maybe you were a little bit down bad.

Things had gone south after that, though. First, he had declined the idea of getting coffee to go, looking at you like you had grown a second head.

“You’re not allowed to have coffee in the library. You could damage the books.”

So you’d given up on that idea, and instead you had headed inside, had found a quiet, isolated place where it was just the two of you.

And so now, an hour later, you’re staring at your books, bored out of your mind, in dead silence, while Seungmin hasn’t looked up from his work once in the past half-hour.

This is on you, you tell yourself somewhat bitterly. Studying is something that he takes very seriously, and you know that. Usually you wouldn’t even mind. You’ve spent a few nights at his dorm, on his bed, reading or watching TV shows on your phone as he worked, and you’ve always found it very attractive, how focused he got in these moments. Even now, the look of absolute concentration on his face, the way his brow furrows sometimes before he flips through the pages of his book to find an explanation for something, how he pushes his glasses higher on his nose whenever they slip—

Yeah, yeah, alright, you’ll stop waxing poetics about your boyfriend now.

You stretch, trying to get your attention back to the essay you’re supposed to be writing. You’ve been trying to find an efficient outline for it, and though you’ve written a few words down and you think you’ve found some key ideas that will do just fine, there’s still a lot of preliminary work to be done. You stare at everything you’ve scribbled on the paper like you’re expecting some genius idea to jump out at you, but all it does is make the words look more jumbled and—

“What are you guys doing here?”

Thank God for Han Jisung, seriously.

“What are you doing here,” Seungmin mumbles without looking up. “It’s my spot.”

“Well it is really romantic,” Jisung says, shooting you a wink. “What are you working on?”

“Seungmin is writing on the notion of humanity in Frankenstein,” you say, “and I’m—”

“Fascinating,” Jisung interrupts you, making you snort, “and how’s it going?”

“Really well,” you reply, easily falling into the same tone as him. “Take a look at that.”

He leans over your shoulder at the empty word document on your computer and chuckles. You always find it easy to be around Jisung. You knew of him before you started dating Seungmin, had heard about him as a part of 3racha, the rap group that everyone on campus was crazy about, but you hadn’t really talked to him. Finding out that he was Seungmin’s roommate had taken you by surprise, learning that they actually got along, more so. He’d been really accommodating though, and he left the two of you alone when he could, crashing at the apartment of one of the other two members of his group.

He also usually made you laugh and, generally, was a fun person to be around.

“Wow,” he grins, “that’s super impressive. There’s already a typo in the title.”

You lean forward with a curse to remove it while he laughs at you. Across the table from you, Seungmin glances up and clicks his tongue. His jaw’s tense, a sure sign that he’s starting to get annoyed.

“You guys should leave if you’re going to be making noise.”

Jisung pouts and gives you a pleading look.

“Wanna grab coffee before you get back to that?” he offers.

“My savior,” you sigh, “I feel like my head’s going to explode. I’ll take a break,” you smile at Seungmin. “I need to get some caffeine in my system to stay functioning. I’ll be back in a few.”

The tension in your boyfriend’s jaw doesn’t go away though, and you almost lean in to peck him on the cheek, but you think that even Jisung’s presence would make him uncomfortable, so you settle for giving him a squeeze on the shoulder as you get up.

Jisung’s already halfway to the door by the time you even get up, waving at you to hurry up in fake annoyance. With a giggle, you follow.

“So, how are things going?” Jisung asks with his gossip voice while he leans against the coffee machine.

You shake your head.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You’re his roommate.”

“Seungmin says I ‘have no filter’ and I ‘can’t be trusted with anything’,” he shrugs matter-of-factly. The insults don’t seem to bother him in the slightest.

“Things are good,” you answer against your better judgement, maybe partially because you want to brag about your boyfriend. “Seungmin’s very thoughtful, you know? He always remembers the little things I tell him. He plans all our dates. He gets me flowers. Even if…” You frown, gesture at the building around you. “Well, it was kinda tough this week because we have all these essays to turn in, so I suggested a study date.”

“Aw,” Jisung says, “aren’t you the considerate girlfriend?” Then, after a silence: “Do you want the room for tonight?”

“You’re a godsend, I hope you know that.”

“I do.”

“If you don’t mind, I think it would be nice. Seungmin’s, uh, focused on his work and this doesn’t really feel like a date at all.” The issue’s probably that you had gotten your hopes up, and you’d still like to get some actual quality time at some point with him during the day.

“All good,” Jisung says, a little too easily, and you eye him from over your burning coffee.

“Do you know where you’re going to crash?”

His eyes widen, and suddenly he looks like some cute, small animal with big cheeks caught in headlights.

“…maybe?”

“Han Jisung,” you gasp, “is there someone you haven’t told me about?”

Of course, the two of you aren’t that close, but you’re not one to pass on an opportunity to be dramatic. His reaction — spluttering and blushing — only makes it more worth it.

“I, uh… maybe? We’re not…” He starts picking at an undone thread on his sweater, which he seems to find absolutely riveting. “We’re not quite there yet.”

“You should go get it,” you say with a decided nod. “Anyone you’re with would be lucky to have you.”

At that, Jisung glances at you briefly, eyes lighting up before they go back to his sleeve, even though he can’t quite hide the bashful smile that’s starting to form on his lips. That’s a side of him you’ve never seen before. You think you’d enjoy becoming closer friends with him, if things keep working out well between you and Seungmin.

“You really think so?” he asks quietly.

“A hundred percent,” you say, and you mean it.

You slide a chocolate bar across the table to Seungmin as you sit back down by the table, feeling somewhat refreshed — and with much better prospects than originally planned for the evening.

He glances at you, and you take the opportunity to lean over to press a brief kiss to his lips. Even though there is no one around to see it, his cheeks have turned a light red when you pull away.

“I know you won’t eat it in here,” you whisper, “but it can be a snack if you want to take a break.”

He nods, once.

“Was it nice with Jisung?”

Oh, right!

“It was fun! And guess what, he’s leaving the apartment tonight,” you grin. “It’ll just be the two of us.”

Seungmin hums in response, and though you think your announcement deserved a little more enthusiasm than that, you know how he gets when he’s focused. You now feel energized and refreshed, though, and it turns out to be much easier to get your attention back to your paper.

You wouldn’t say you considered yourself particularly academically inclined, and those things don’t come as easy to you as they do to Seungmin. You don’t feel very strongly about it. Different people, different strengths, and yours are much more geared towards human interactions. Sometimes, you do feel a bit envious of how easy Seungmin makes it look, of how brilliant he sounds when you feel like a bumbling idiot when talking about the same objects.

You don’t doubt the fact that you have other things to bring to the table, though. For one, you’re the one who instigated the relationship, and you know for a fact (Jisung told you so) that Seungmin wouldn’t have taken the first step, no matter how much he wanted to.

And yet, Seungmin had been the one to ask you to make things ‘official’. That had been… kinda new to you. Most of the guys around you — the ones you met at parties, or the ones your friends had entanglements with — considered college to be perfect for a ‘no strings attached’ situation.

But Seungmin had looked straight into your eyes as he stood in your doorway, a bouquet of roses in his hands, because you’d mentioned how much you loved them on at least three occasions in a not so subtle way for hinting that you’d like to get some for Valentine’s Day. The tip of his ears was burning red, and yet his voice hadn’t wavered when he’d asked.

You’ve managed to write a whole paragraph — 250 words, not bad —, only minimally distracted by the corny thoughts that are commonplace when you’re around Seungmin when the loud noise of a book being closed shut jerks you back to reality. It takes you a second to locate the origin, but it certainly becomes clearer when you see your boyfriend’s packing his stuff up.

“What are you doing?” you ask, a little too loud for the library environment.

“I can’t focus,” he says, not meeting your eyes, “I’m going back to my room.”

You stare for a few seconds, trying to figure out if something’s wrong, if it’s something you’ve said, something you’ve done, but nothing comes to mind.

“You can come by later,” he says, instant relief flooding your chest, “if you’re done with your assignment.”

His playful tone makes you chuckle and, as he brushes past you, you wrap your fingers in his jacket, pulling him down towards you.

“Alright, do well today.”

You’d only intended to peck his lips, but he presses his against yours more intently, one of his hands on the table, the other on the back of your chair, and it’s hard not to let your friends’ previous suggestions get the better of you in that moment. You feel flushed when he pulls away, and his shit-eating grin makes you want to throw something at him.

“Kim Seungmin,” you hiss, “what—”

But he’s already on his merry way, giggling to himself at the state he’s got you in as he escapes.

You huff, knowing it’s going to take you a hot minute to get back to the state of focus you were previously in. Your eyes scan your screen, then the books opened in front of you, but your mind goes back to the unusual tension in your boyfriend’s shoulders, to the twitching muscle in his jaw. You are amused — and quite flattered — by the idea that you were the one who made him unable to focus, but you do wonder if anything had upset him.

You make a mental note to ask him about it, right next to ‘no more library dates’ and above ‘buy Jisung flowers’. You’ll think about that more when you have the time. For now, this essay isn’t going to write itself.

It is barely 6.30 pm when you swing open the door to Seungmin’s room, and he shoots you an unamused look that you ignore completely as you put down a cup of his favorite coffee on his desk.

“I’m not done,” he says. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” you reply with a shrug, pecking him on the cheek, “I’ll just need to proofread tomorrow.”

He scrunches his nose, and you don’t need him to say anything to know exactly what he thinks of your work ethic, but you don’t really care. He strives for academic perfection and he won’t rest until his essay is worthy of a Nobel prize; you aim for a passing grade and will never think about it again. You do admire him for his abilities though, just like he not-so-secretly wishes he could be even a tenth as carefree as you are. You think that might be why the two of you work so well together.

“I’ll let you work,” you hum, “and we can order something when you want to take a break.” Then, with a grin: “And if you want me to help you relax, all you have to do is say the word.”

He coughs and waves to get you away from him, which you do with a laugh. You’re more brazen when the two of you aren’t in public. Seungmin never fails to act like he hates it, but you’d bet an arm that he’d be incredibly disappointed if you ever stopped doing it.

Also, he does take you up on it about half of the time.

You let yourself fall on his bed and pull out your phone, connecting your earphones to it. You have some time to kill. On a normal day, it takes Seungmin about thirty minutes to stop working, like his brain has a hard time leaving the state of complete focus behind. Today, you suspect you’ll have to wait about an hour before you can get his attention back to you.

That’s not something you mind, not anymore anyway. If anything, you appreciate the quiet, and you like knowing that he’s in the room with you. You suspect it’s the same thing for him when he accompanies you to some of the university sport events or parties, just because you want to go. It may not be his favorite thing, but it’s worth it if the two of you get to be together.

You have to admit, though, that what you like more than anything is how focused on you he becomes afterwards. The second his brain is off his studies, it’s on you, you, and only you. His hands and tongue explore every inch of your skin, the words he whispers in your ear leave you burning, and his eyes devour you like you are the only person in the world.

But, sadly, you’ll have to wait a little bit to experience that again, and so, with a discreet sigh, you focus on your screen.

So when, after about five minutes, when the opening to your drama has just finished playing, you hear the familiar creaking of his chair as he gets up, you glance up, surprised.

“Everything okay?” you ask, pulling out one of your earphones and pressing pause on your phone. “Seungmin?”

You don’t get a reply from him. What you do get is his lips pressed against yours as he climbs into bed with you. You let out a surprised sound, immediately muffled by his mouth, and your lips part, allowing his tongue to slip in. He pushes one of his legs between yours, and you resist the urge to roll your hips against it. He’s shown before that he’s not above riling you up and then going back to study like nothing’s happened, and you’re not going to fall for this trap if that’s what’s happening here.

At least, not until at least thirty seconds have passed. You have your dignity, after all.

But Seungmin’s showing no sign of stopping so far. One of his hands grabs your shoulder and gently guides you down on the bed. His mouth is insistent, aggressive almost on yours, which you don’t mind, but it’s certainly unusual for him. His teeth graze against your bottom lip and you find yourself whimpering.

He intertwines his fingers with yours, pressing you into the mattress, and you can’t hold yourself back from arching up into him anymore. If he is just trying to rile you up, which you doubt more and more with every second, you’ll make sure that leaving you behind will be hell for him too.

His grip tightens on your hand and you think you hear him groan. His free hand comes down to hold onto your hip, halting your movement, but not before you feel the way he jerks against you, half-hard member rubbing against your thigh as he does.

“Seungmin,” you gasp when his mouth leaves yours.

You search his eyes, but all you find in them is desire — and a bit of that tension you had noticed earlier. You don’t get much time to ponder it, though, because next thing you know one of his hand is sliding under your t-shirt, pushing it up and sending shivers through your body, and his mouth is making its way down your neck, sucking on the skin in a way that you’re sure will leave a hickey. Again, you don’t mind that, but Seungmin had always been careful to avoid leaving any in very visible places. He usually went for your thighs or your collarbones, places that could easily be hidden under your clothes.

“Oh my God,” you moan as he unbuttons your jeans and start pulling them down, “what’s gotten into you?”

You feel a mumble against your neck, but it’s nothing you can decipher. Your fingers thread through his hair, and he pushes himself back up to kiss you. It’s slower, more tender this time, like an interlude before what is to come.

You think you’re the one who’s the most surprised when you hear yourself asking “Don’t you have an essay to finish?”

Seungmin frowns at the question, but you’re probably the most horrified out of the two of you.

“Kim Seungmin,” you say threateningly, “what have you done to me?”

It makes him smile that wide smile of his that you love so much, and a wave of tenderness washes over in your heart.

You love him so much.

“I can get it done later,” he replies, and you stare at him.

“Did you hit your head?” you ask, finally, when you’re not able to figure anything different about him — like maybe a suspicious mole that would indicate that he’s Seungmin’s secret twin brother or something.

Seungmin sighs, looking more sullen now.

“Do you really think I can’t be fun?”

You’re feeling more and more confused.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to change things about yourself to be with me,” you say slowly. “I mean, if you want to hook up instead of finishing that, I’m happy to, trust me, but— Is something wrong?”

There it is again, the twitching in his jaw.

“You’re not bored with me?”

“What? No! I— Okay, we were both very busy today, but we can make it up later, I don’t— I don’t need to be constantly doing things, is that— Is that the issue?”

He looks unsure, appears to hesitate some more.

“Isn’t Jisung more fun?”

You blink at him.

“Your roommate, who I asked if he could spend the night elsewhere so I could have sex with you?”

Seungmin clears his throat, glances away from you. The tip of his ears are turning red.

“I’m not saying— Isn’t he more— more your type?”

You reach up, fingertips gentle against him as you tilt his head back towards you so you can look into his eyes. You’re not sure what brought this up — you’re certainly convinced you’ve never shown any form of romantic interest towards Jisung, bless his heart — but you’re also aware of the fact that you’re Seungmin’s first relationship. Sometimes, insecurities hit where you least expect them to.

You’re not one to believe in perfection, all too aware of how messy relationships can get among the best of people, but so far, Seungmin’s been pretty close. It breaks your heart that he can’t see that.

“There is no one I would rather be with than you,” you say, and you mean every word of that. “There is nowhere else I would rather be right now, even if you were still working on that essay.” You see him swallow. “And there is no one who means more to me than you do.” In the silence that follows, he averts his eyes again, though this time you think it’s to recompose himself.

Once he’s done, he gives you a small nod, kissing you tenderly once more.

“For the record,” he whispers against your lips, “there’s no one else I would rather be with either.”

“You better,” you giggle against his lips, and he grins.

“Right, well, in that case, I’m gonna get back to that essay—”

“Don’t you dare.”

i hope this was as much fun to read as it was to write, this isn't a type of character i write all that often but it was nice to switch it up a little bit. first time writing Seungmin too, so i hope that worked out but i had fun! if you enjoyed it, it would mean a ton if you could comment, send an ask, or reblog (with or without tags/comments, whatever you're comfortable with), it's really such an important for an author. and thank you for reading!