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Prompts [Pride Month Edition

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1) Coming out as […]

2) Your family isn’t supportive

3) Idol!reader coming out

4) Dysphoria comfort

5) Transitioning comfort

6) “I didn’t think you’d like… me. The real me”

7) “I don’t want to hide anymore”

8) “I just feel like peeling off my skin everytime I look at a mirror”

9) Nothing was right yet. But it was going to be.

10) “I just feel like a fraud. Maybe they were right”

11) “That’s such a [… ex: bisexual] thing to say” “Duh”

12) “I have something to tell you” “Yeah, I know. That’s not your colour” “Fuck you”

13) “You look hot” “Aren’t you [… anything not sexually attracted to men]?” “Yeah but I still have eyes”

14) “No homo, dude” “Bro, we are literally gay”

15) “I’m not gay. But my boyfriend is”

16) “Whether you are non-binary, [… ex: gay, male if ftm] or a worm, I’ll love you all the same]”

17) “You’re so dumb! Of course I still love you! Sure I’d love your [dick/pussy] but I’ll love your [whatever it transitioned to] just the same cause it’s you”

18) “I’ll hold you through it. You’re not getting rid of me that easily”

19) “I wish I could take all your pain away, but I’ll have to settle for kissing it better”

20) “Be proud, and until you can be that, I’ll be proud of you instead”

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User:#0102

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Genre: 18+MDNI, suggestive, best friend’s friend to lovers

Warnings: pining, Seungmin is so horny

Comment: I know this is a Seungmin piece, but I was literally so entertained by your depiction of Chan and I’m not even a Chan bias! But back to Seungmin, the way Seungmin is a whole ah mood in this, I love the shy puppy trope for him until he finally gets the reader, like this is my bread and butter, my roman empire. Again thank you so much for writing such beauty ❤️

Velvet

Network: @staynotes

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!Reader

Other Characters: bsf!Bangchan

Summary: Seungmin tries to stay away from you - but fails

Genre: 18+ MDNI, suggestive, best friend's friend to lovers

Content warnings: pining, Seungmin is so horny

Word Count: 673

A/N: Requested by @breakmeoff for my 150 Follower Event. I could be tempted into writing a part 2 for this :3

He'd tried to ignore you for weeks now. Agonising, slow-passing, pants-tightening weeks. Whenever you hung out at the dorms, he'd kept his distance. Whenever you giggled with Chan over some silly meme or video, he'd tried to ignore the way his heart fluttered - and his dick twitched. Yes, Seungmin had tried to ignore you, but he was just a man after all.

Chan was beaming when he entered the room, your arm hooked through his, like you were his date instead of his best friend. He looked so damn proud to be the one bringing you to this fancy ass gala, and Seungmin hated how the jealousy burnt in his stomach.

But it all faded when he looked at you - because you were radiant, wearing a dress of deep red velvet, that was draped around your body like a symphony. Your hair was in an elegant up-do, your wrists adorned with pretty delicate bracelets. You looked like a goddess and Seungmin knew there was no way he could ignore you anymore.

Still, you were his hyung's best friend. You were off limits. It killed him. All night he stole glances at you, all night he adjusted his half-hard dick in his pants, all night he shifted in his seat, sweaty palms stuck to a glass of beer he never finished. When you met his eyes, he held you there, just for a moment, and it sent chills through you that you couldn't quite explain.

Your best friend noticed, of course. Chan had noticed from the first time he'd introduced you to Seungmin, he'd watched the younger man struggle to keep his feelings to himself. At first, he was protective of you, trying to keep you for himself. But the more he watched Seungmin suffer, the more he saw your eyes follow the puppy around, the more he'd decided to help the two of you out. And what better way than to put you in this devilishly beautiful velvet dress?

"I gotta leave you alone for a moment", he said to you halfway through the evening, and then, looking at Seungmin, "can you take care of Y/N while I'm gone?" The smile on his face was too sweet, dimples showing and making you wonder once again why you weren't stupidly in love with him. But then your eyes fell on Seungmin and you had your answer. Chan had the gall to wink at the younger man before he disappeared, leaving you alone at the table with the pup.

"You gonna keep me company or run off as usual?", you asked, teasing Seungmin, who looked at you with barely hidden hunger in his pretty brown eyes. "I don't run off", he said, defensive, unsure, testing. Silence settled between the two of you for a moment. And then - "Wanna dance?", he asked. With a soft smile and red cheeks, you offered your hand.

The dance was cautious at first, testing boundaries, treading carefully. But soon enough neither of you had the willpower to hide anymore, arms slung around each other, closing a distance both of you desperately needed gone. He pressed his forehead against yours, swaying softly to the music.

"I'm sorry I kept my distance", he said, low and huffed. "I'm sorry I let you", you answered. He swallowed, eyes searching yours for something - and finding it. "Can I kiss-" You cut him of, lips hungrily claiming his, melting against him in a kiss that felt like you were finally coming up for air. All the walls that had ever been between you shattered as his arms held you more tightly, your hands disappearing in his hair, both of you forgetting that you were on a dance floor.

"I've been dying to do this", he whispered against your lips. "Me too", you confessed, smiling into him, heart fluttering in your chest. "You know what this means, right?", he asked, fingers flexing at your sides. "Hm?" A cocky smile spread across his handsome face. "Chan might have brought you here, but you're leaving with me."

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User:#0102

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: 18+MDNI, Smut

Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral (m receiving), edging, unprotected piv (don’t be stupid)

Comment: It has to be the Fenya effect, this somehow felt like a fever dream, a drawn-out breath, it was so ethereal and on brand for Hyunjin. You’ve rendered me speechless, and I am so unbelievably honoured to be allowed to read this FOR FREE. You my dear, are such a talent.

Muse

Network: @staynotes

Pairing: Hyunjin x fem!Reader

Other Characters: none

Summary: Hyunjin is so pent up after his performance, and you're happy to help.

Genre: 18+ MDNI, smut

Content warnings: explicit sexual content, oral (m receiving), edging, unprotected piv (don't be stupid)

Word Count: 1,304

A/N: I blame @skzdreamer13 for this. <3 Can't believe I wrote this at work...

How did you even end up here? Backstage at a fucking Stray Kids concert. It was a checked box on your bucket list, for sure, but you still couldn't believe that serving coffee to Hyunjin at the artsy little café you worked at would lead to this. He'd been very adamant though, basically begging you to join him on tour, despite the fact that you'd only been friends for what, 2 months now?

You wondered what it was with him, but when he looked at you, there was this fire in his gaze, melting you on the spot. Whatever connection existed between the two of you - it was strong enough for him to invite you to tour with him, paying your rent for the time you were away, and no amount of fight you'd put up to decline his offer had helped. Not when he'd called you his muse, saying he couldn't perform if you wouldn't be there. So you went.

And now you waited, backstage, watching the show through a monitor and hardly keeping it together. Hyunjin was a vision, sweaty and gorgeous, moving like he'd never done anything but dance. It made your fantasy take over, imagining what else he could do with those hips, those arms, those damn hands. He also couldn't keep his tongue in, kept winking at the camera, and it felt like he was looking at you - winking at you specifically.

Time went by in a blur, as you were busy pressing your thighs together, and then he suddenly stood there in front of you. He was so beautiful, panting from the adrenaline that still rushed through his veins, towering over you, frozen in place as the rest of the group scrambled around him. But he only had eyes for you. "Hotel. Now", he said, low and urgent, and your body got up on its own accord, pulled in by the raw need in his voice.

The drive back to the hotel was silent, but filled with a thick, heavy, searing hot tension. He kept his distance in the car, but it felt like he was holding back for your sake, just so he wouldn't snap right then and there. And you felt the same - the sheer idea of touching him was almost unbearable, so you buried your hands in the pockets of your jacket and only stole glances of him now and then.

But everything changed the moment his hotel room door closed. His lips crashed into yours, back pressed against the door, bodies leaving no space between them. He was greedy, desperate, hands roaming your body, clothes soon scattered on the floor. His fingers felt hot on your skin, his lips trailed burning paths down your neck, kissing, marking, claiming.

You didn't even register that you were only in your underwear while he was still fully dressed in his stage outfit - one he probably shouldn't have taken back to the hotel - but he didn't care. He wanted you. He needed you. And you needed him. "Knees", he said, breathless but commanding, and you dropped to the floor without hesitation, hands already fiddling with his belt.

Once freed, you took a moment to marvel at the sight before you. Hyunjin was big and eerily pretty, probably the prettiest cock you had ever seen, and he was rock solid. It looked almost painful and you were eager to release him from his agony. Slowly, deliberately, you wrapped your fingers around him, giving him a few slow strokes. He rewarded you with the filthiest little noises, needy gasps that urged you to do more, give more, take more.

He didn't have to say a word, didn't have to beg or plead. No, he was yours to take care of now, and you'd make sure he felt good. You savoured his taste as you licked a long, delicious stripe up his cock and flicked your tongue over his tip. Then you swallowed him whole, as much as you could, sinking his hard length down your throat so deep it made you gag. But you didn't care, you wanted him, all of him.

The noises that followed were filthy and obscene, his dick hitting the back of your throat, your strangled moans around it, his heavy panting as his hands tangled in his hair and his hips started moving. You didn't know when your giving turned into him taking, but your fingers dug deep into his sides as he fucked your face like it was made for nothing else. He was getting frantic, erratic, rough with his movements, and you knew he was close. Part of you wanted to have him let go, bless you with his cum down your throat, but then you pulled back.

He stared at you with big eyes, raw and needy - and surprised. "Not yet, handsome", you said, voice rough from the fucking you just took. Slowly, you got up off the floor, only to be pulled into another kiss immediately. His hands did not once stop touching you. "You're so mean, my muse", he whispered against your skin, "might have to punish you." "I'm all yours", you gasped in return, as his skilled fingers undid your bra.

You were thrown onto the mattress unceremoniously, given no time to adjust before he was on you, naked and hungry. His hands cupped your breasts, sucking pretty marks into your soft skin, before teasing your nipples. "You're so beautiful, my muse", he gasped in between kisses, "so perfect, so mine." You were writhing underneath him, hips pushing up against his throbbing erection, as he rendered you a speechless, mindless mess.

But you didn't need to think, you moved on instinct, nails digging into his perfectly chiseled back, pulling the most delicious sound from his pretty, kiss-swollen lips. "Need to feel you", you moaned, "please...Hyune...fuck me...please." You could feel him smile against his skin, just as his fingers slipped between your wet folds. He hummed against your throat, clearly content with what he found between your legs.

"So wet for me", he groaned, "so needy, so ready." Without looking, he lined himself up, sucking a deep, purple mark into your neck while his tip found your entrance, and then he pushed in. He took his time, going slow, making sure you felt ever last inch of him. "Fuck, muse", he gasped, "you're so tight." He made you feel divine, so full and claimed and wanted. When he finally bottomed out, you were sure you could see stars.

It quickly turned out that pushing in slowly was all the patience Hyunjin had left, because as soon as he had sunken into you completely, he started snapping his hips, raw and filthy, dragging his thick cock against your tight walls with all that pent up energy he'd left the stage with. He was moaning loudly, unable to hold back, unable to care if anyone heard. And you weren't any better, borderline screaming beneath him, as tears of pleasure ran down your flushed cheeks.

"Fuck...muse...I'm so close", he grunted with clenched teeth, "need you...ah...to come with me...please...please come with me." You obeyed gladly, his punishing rhythm sending you over the edge in an instant. Your vision turned white, just as you felt him pulse inside you, filling you up with his cum. It was unholy in the best way, sending both of you to heaven and beyond, before he collapsed on top of you, panting heavily with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

"Thank you", he whispered after a while, almost too quiet to hear, still trying to catch his breath. You just smiled, a content hum leaving your lips, as you wrapped your arms around him. Both of you knew then and there that Hyunjin would never go on another tour without you ever again.

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User:#0102

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Genre: angst, smut

Warnings: 18+MDNI, unprotected piv (don’t be stupid), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), heartbreak, cheating

Comment: You’re on fire! Literally popping out good read after good read. Also, there are so many ways to describe Felix, he is literally just that iconic, but I love the way you really emphasized the traits about Felix that has us all on our knees. But bro the ending 🥲 I was so shocked but in the best way possible, I love the way you subvert expectations in your writing ^^

Sure

Network: @staynotes

Pairing: Felix x fem!Reader

Other Characters: none

Summary: You have a boyfriend, but Felix loves you so much better.

Genre: angst, smut

Content warnings: 18+ MDNI, unprotected piv (don't be stupid), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), heartbreak, cheating

Word Count:  1,190

A/N: Two in one day? Blame @rayzyart :3 Highly inspired by this song

“Turn it off”, Felix said, voice velvet smooth in the quiet of his room. The party outside was still in full swing, but the two of you had escaped to his bedroom - for good reason. You were still a bit nervous that someone had seen you disappear with him. But if so, that would be a problem for later. For now the problem was in the palm of your hand. Your phone, lit up by an incoming call from “Babe ♥” - your boyfriend. You looked from the screen to Felix, whose lap you were currently straddling, sitting on his bed, lips still kiss swollen. 

You looked down at your phone again. Part of you wanted to pick up. But Felix wouldn’t let you. He snatched it from your hand, declining the call and turning it off. “He doesn’t need to know”, Felix said, throwing your phone onto his nightstand, “you’re mine tonight.” And then his lips were on yours again, sweet like honey, warm like summer nights, a silent promise of all that he would be able to give. Felix’ lips travelled down your neck as his hands slipped underneath your shirt. “Wish I could mark you”, he groaned against your skin, leaving a hot trail of kisses and almost-hickeys. 

Being in his arms was heaven. He was so attentive, so gentle, so deliberate with his touches. He made love to you like you were something precious, something to be enjoyed and worshipped. There was a reason you always came back to him, no matter the man waiting for you at home. But it weren’t your boyfriend’s hands taking your bra off now, not his lips worshipping your breasts, not his hot, needy erection pressing against your soaked panties. It was Felix. The man you told your boyfriend not to worry about. 

And Felix knew what he was doing, he knew how to claim you, how to make your boyfriend disappear from your mind. When he laid you down on his mattress, handling you with such care, as if you were made of glass. When he took off your clothes slowly, one by one, sending shivers down your spine with every careful touch. When he pressed hot kisses on your skin until his head was buried between your legs, tasting you like you were his favourite dessert. When he moaned against your core, deep and unforgiving, as if he was being the one pleasured, greedy tongue gliding over your clit. 

You were soon reduced to a panting, shaking, helpless mess beneath him, moaning his name, begging him for more, legs only held apart by his strong grip. “Ahh…Lixie please…”, you gasped, fingers tangled in his pretty blonde hair, the party outside already forgotten - just like your boyfriend. “More…need more…please.” And he obeyed, giving you one finger, then two, working you open, all while he was still eating you like a man starved. He was relentless in his movements, precise with every thrust of his fingers, deadly with every flick of his tongue. “Let go for me, sunshine”, he hummed against your dripping cunt, and it was all it took for you to fall apart. 

Felix helped you ride out your high, but he did not give you time to catch your breath. In fact, he gave you exactly the time it took him to take off his clothes, before pushing his rock hard length into you. “Fuck, princess”, he groaned, “so tight…always so fucking tight for me.” He pushed in slowly, as you laid there, head still dizzy from your climax, but your hands already gripping onto his back, urging him to go faster. “Want you”, you moaned, “need you…please…more…” He bottomed out with a delicious deep moan before he started rutting into you. 

Your body was on fire, every inch so sensitive, and all you wanted was to feel him. And he knew, he understood, he wanted the same, head buried in the crook of your neck as he fucked you with heartbreaking passion. His arms snaked around you, pressing your chest against his own, as he snapped his hips against yours faster. Harder. Deeper. “Fuck…I’m so close…”, he groaned, unable to stop, unable to think. You didn’t want him to do either of those things. “Cum inside…please…want you inside…” You were gone. He was gone. All either of you knew was the fire that burned between you as Felix’s hips stuttered, cock pulsing inside you, painting your walls white. 

Both of you stayed like that for a very long moment, tangled up in each other, his cock still buried inside you, panting hard against each other’s sweat soaked skin. And then he spoke. “I love you.” Your heart dropped. He slowly peeled himself away from you, just enough to look at you. He still didn’t pull out though. With shaky fingers, he brushed over your cheek. “I love you so much.” His voice was deep and calm and honest. Tears welled up in your eyes. There he was, the man who had loved you better than any other, and yet he was only the other man. “I know”, you whispered. 

Regret filled your heart the second you uttered the words. The pain on Felix’ face was raw and very apparent. He swallowed hard and slowly pulled out. Without another word he disappeared into his bathroom, returning with a warm, wet cloth. He proceeded to clean you up with agonising gentleness, but unable to meet your eyes again. Then he returned into the bedroom and closed the door. You felt raw, like a fresh wound that had just started to heal but had been torn open again. Your heart hurt and the tears trickling down your cheeks did nothing to sooth it. 

You feel eerily numb as you collected your clothes and put them back on. With shaky hands you turned your phone back on. 6 missed calls. Against your better judgment, you decided to call him back. Your boyfriend. Who you just cheated on with Felix. Again. “Babe, where were you?!” Your boyfriend sounded more angry than worried. “Still at the party”, you said, voice small and still exhausted from the way Felix had just ruined you. “And why didn’t my calls get through? Are you with him again?” Guilt hit your chest like a blade. He suspected. Of course he did. You tried to be so sneaky about it, but there was nothing subtle in the way Felix looked at you, even in group settings.

In that moment the bathroom door opened and Felix stepped out. Your heart clenched painfully in your chest as you met his eyes. He’d cried, eyes still puffy, face still red. He froze when he saw your phone on your ear, eyes wide and questioning. Who do you love?, they said, giving you the ultimatum you’d feared for months now. But right there, in that moment, looking at the mess you’d made of the only man who’d ever loved you right, you knew. You knew who you truly loved. You’d never been this sure about anything before. “Yes”, you said, eyes locked with Felix, “and I’m not coming home.”

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User:#0102

Pairing: Chan x Reader

Genre: 18+MDNI, smut

Warnings: explicit sexual content, implied round two, oral (m receiving), bondage, submission, body worship, no aftercare, reader is called daddy but otherwise kept gender neutral

Comment:I am so glad that my first introduction to bondage Chan was through this because wow. I really liked this one, start to finish it was just so good in a way you wouldn’t necessarily expect. I always find the most unexpected things charming when you write stuff and this is no exception. Also, I don’t know how you did it, but you gave power to both y/n and Chan and like this was legit the most respectful fic I've ever read.

Knot

Network: @staynotes Pairing: Bangchan x gn!Reader

Other Characters: none

Summary: Tying Channie up and getting him off. There is no plot. 

Genre: 18+ MDNI, smut

Content warnings: explicit sexual content, implied round two, oral (m receiving), bondage, submission, body worship, no aftercare, reader is called daddy but otherwise kept gender neutral

Word Count: 1,092

A/N: Look what you made me do @aneldritchentity with your request for my 150 Follower Event :3

He winced. You’d never heard him wince before. It was a pretty sound that sent a jolt of pent up energy through your entire body. He looked so pretty like this, on his knees, hands tightly tied behind his back, blindfolded and docile. You could see the muscles in his arms flex against the restraints, more on instinct than a real desire to be free, and it made you feel powerful. You put him in this place. You tied the knot that now rendered his hands useless.

“Channie, baby”, you purred into his ear, standing behind him bent over, “you shouldn’t struggle, it’ll only make it worse.” He whimpered as you placed a soft, teasing kiss right below his ear. “Yes-yes, daddy”, he got out. You smiled and walked around him, examining your masterpiece. He was hard, so painfully hard, leaking precum all over the floor. His chest was rising and falling with his ragged breath, his stomach muscles were flexing along with his thighs, as he desperately tried not to move. He wanted to behave, he wanted to be good, and he looked so damn pretty doing it.

“Open”, you said, fingers trailing his plump lips. Without hesitation, his mouth fell open and you pushed two fingers inside. “Suck.” And he did. His tongue attached to your digits, greedily sucking them, and soon enough he was moaning around them, all pretty and desperate. “Such a greedy boy, aren’t you”, you teased him, your other hand tangling in his hair, pulling his head slightly back. Your fingers stayed in his mouth as you watched a drop of drool escape, trailing down his chin. Below, his dick twitched, throbbing and neglected. “So needy”, you scolded him, “so desperate for me.” He only sucked your fingers harder. 

You let him work your fingers for a moment longer, before you decided to move on. “Get up”, you said, hands firmly gripping his hair. He was a bit wonky on his feet with his hands tied and his eyes blindfolded, but it was easy enough to get him positioned on the bed. “Don’t move while I reposition your hands, yes, Channie? Be my good boy.” He nodded. “Yes, daddy”, he said, “wanna be good for you.” With swift fingers, you untied the rope that had held his wrists together, only to proceed to tie him to the headboard with it. “You look so pretty when you let me tie you up, baby”, you purred once he was secured, his perfect hands just as useless as before. 

And you knew it fucked him up, having his hands restricted. He loved using his hands on you, feeling you, grabbing, touching, groping. He loved your skin under his fingertips, loved sinking them into you, loved making you squirm - but none of that would happen tonight. He was at your mercy and it drove him mad in the best possible way. Especially, since you were now making very good use of your own hands, fingers lightly brushing over his arms, collar bones, pecks. You were exploring every inch of him. You were enjoying his toned, perfect body to the fullest. 

You made sure to touch everything but his dick, placing kisses all over his torso, marking his v-line with pretty purple bruises, scratching his gorgeously defined arms. “Please…”, he gasped, as you closed your lips around his nipple, gently sucking, while one of your hands ran down the inside of his thigh. You let go of his nipple with a loud plop and looked up at him, marvelling at the pretty pink color of his perfectly chiseled face. “What is it, Channie”, you asked innocently, “what do you need?” “I…ngh…”, he let out a strangled noise when your fingers all but graced the base of his cock. “Words, baby”, you said, “be good for me, use your words.” 

“Need you…ahh..to touch me”, he gasped, “please, daddy, please touch me. Need to feel you.” You placed a firm, claiming kiss on his lips and said: “Good boy.” Then you wrapped your hands around his dick - and fuck, he was rock solid. A throbbing, leaking mess covered in pretty veins and velvet skin. A grunt escaped Chan’s lips, guttural and deep, as you gently squeezed him. “You like that, baby?”, you teased him, “you like when I touch you like this?” You slowly started to pump him, deliberately slow strokes, running your thumb over his tip to collect and spread his precum. “You like when I play with you like that? Be a good little sex toy for me?” 

Chan nodded frantically, clearly unable to form words, as you jerked him off. He was squirming beneath you, unable to use his hands on you, unable to see what you were doing - all he could do was feel. Feel your hand wrapped around his hard length, feel you shift on the bed beside him, feel your hot breath on his hipbones just before you placed a kiss right there. And then another, going lower. And then another at the base of his cock. He was panting, moaning, losing his damn mind - and then you finally wrapped your lips around him, tongue running over his tip ever so slowly. 

“Ngh…aahh..fuck..fuck...I…ah..” It was more noises than words escaping him now, but you understood him regardless. You knew he was close, and he’d been so damn good for you, letting you tie him up and play with him like this, so you decided to give him what he craved. “Getting close, Channie?”, you asked, lips still attached to his tip. He nodded. “Yes…yes…so close..please”, he rambled, hips desperately bucking up against your mouth, “please let me cum…please…I need to…fuck…please..” You couldn’t hold in a chuckle. This was very unlike what you usually got from him in the bedroom and fuck was it hot. “I’ve been good”, he continued, breathless and needy, “please….please let me cum.” 

Cheekily, you ran your tongue right through the slit on his tip, earning another strangled moan. “Alright, baby”, you said, “you can cum. Let go for me, yes?” Without a warning you took him in as far as you could, gagging around his thick cock, bobbing your head to bring him all the way back there again and again and again, until Chan was a screaming, crying, fucked out mess beneath you, and his orgasm had him shoot hot, salty strings of cum right down your throat. It was heaven, having him fall apart beneath you like this. It was the perfect first orgasm of the night.

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User:#0000

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Gender Neutral (You/Your)

Warning: Mention of Violence (Thought)

Comment: Such a real progression of emotions and feelings, I haven’t read many pieces that get this across in such a simple yet powerful way. It is so easy for us to become Y/n, which makes this feel so special. And writing from Minho’s perspective was literally such a good choice, this whole thing feels like you’re reading a letter of confession from your crush. Superb!

A study in silent devotion

Summary: He's just your emotionally constipated admirer… but things change

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: fluff , gender neutral (you/your)

Warning: mention of violence (thought)

Word count: 1079 words

Comment: to my lovely @fenyasnonsense, happy birthday darling! 💙 (if you think I put a bit of myself in minho no I didn't /lh). You inspired this, my muse 💙

Requested by: no one

Written: from 25.04.2025

Thanks to: @aneldrichentity for the title help

Taglist: @skzdreamer13, @blueohs , @rayzyart

Network: @supernovanetwork , @staynotes

Minho didn’t know when it had all started, when he had grown so attached.

He was not new to loving people, despite his detached attitude and nonchalant reputation.

To be fair, he loved much more deeply than he liked to believe.

When he met you, he felt nothing special.

You were just one in a million people, no one to mind too much.

Just another life whose thread of fate crossed his path.

Then he saw you trying to get to know him.

Was it a farce? Or perhaps pity?

He held his guard up, as he always did… or at least he tried.

Somewhere along the line, he had unknowingly started to love you.

He wasn’t in love with you, not yet,

But he got attached.

His heart fluttered each time he heard your laughter, his eyes carefully scanning his surroundings, looking for you.

Whenever you smiled, he could feel his ears redden as he turned away and left the room.

All your little questions, your chatter and eagerness… they grew on him.

Lee Know started to love you from afar.

Ensuring you didn’t get hurt, looking out for you.

Minho did not fall in love with you until you helped Jisung through a panic attack.

Across the room, as you helped the younger boy through it, he trusted you wouldn’t harm him.

The moment he realised that implicit trust he had developed in you, he knew he was done for it.

Jisung was his soulmate, one of the people he cared most in his life and you… just like that you had him fall for you.

In his guarded heart, he now held you with care, cradling you with reverence.

All his interactions with you were now veiled with a care he didn’t know himself to be capable of.

Each gaze lingered, trying to memorise every inch of you, your every reaction.

Your touch always felt both too short and eternal, as he felt it ghost over his skin even after hours.

You had invaded his mind, brain thinking about you, and pervaded his heart.

At the same time, a dull ache started to haunt him.

You were always so kind, polite, but the distance he had put between the two of you had now become oh-so-noticeable to him.

It was always a simple greeting, almost impersonal, with him.

Minho wanted more.

He yearned for more.

His glare followed all those you smiled at, those with whom there was no awkward silence, no tension.

It was on him, really.

But he just couldn’t bring himself to let go of his pride like that.

He didn’t know how to reach you so he longed for you from afar, swallowing his jealousy.

A bitter pill that just kept getting more and more frequent.

“Well, we’re acquaintances, I think? We don’t really talk much”

That’s how you defined him, when Jisung, who was trying to be Lee Know’s wingman, asked.

That night Minho felt crushed, his heart a painful reminder of what he had allowed himself to do: he fell in love with someone he had kept away willingly.

He left his dorm, slept in a cheap motel instead, that night.

He couldn’t bear the idea of staying in the same room asJisung and his attempts to cheer him up.

He just wanted to be mad.

At you? At himself?

He did not know.

He just needed a day off from being mature and composed.

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After that night, he grew colder, hoping to tame his feelings.

He could do nothing but clench his jaw each time you noticed him pull away.

If the distance before seemed tough to ignore, it had now become overwhelming.

He was sure there was no overcoming it.

Then one day he heard you cry and his heart dropped.

You had not only been rejected by your crush, you told Jisung, but the guy had also revealed your confession to everybody, strutting around and mocking you for it.

Minho felt his blood boil, his anger making him tremble and clench his fists.

But he couldn’t beat him up, it wouldn’t have been what you wanted.

It was also very much illegal, Jisung reminded him.

Once night fell, though, Minho printed as many pictures of your crush, some in ridiculous and embarrassing shots while others with the scumbag’s face photoshopped over the poop emoji, which he had obtained thanks to a very well-connected Bang Chan, who was more than eager to help and avoid having to bail Lee Know out for assault or, even worse, murder.

Outside your college campus, deep in the night, Minho found the guy’s dorm and started to attach the posters wherever he could reach.

Then he heard your voice calling out his name.

Caught red handed, he turned to you, his mouth slightly opened.

It was an adorable sight, so innocent looking if it weren’t for the posters in his hand.

“Wh-what are you doing?” you whispered, grabbing a bunch of them in your hands.

“I-I… I overheard you crying and talking about it with Jisung and… well I wanted to help” he whispered, ashamed to have been caught but not at all remorseful.

“And you think this helps?” you asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

“I mean, Chan talked me out of beating him up so this seemed like the best next idea” he shyly admitted.

“Fair enough” you replied, catching him off guard “Hongjoong had to convince me not to key his car”.

“How?” He blurted out.

“With with loads of cookies”

Lee Know was speechless. Perhaps you were not as innocent as he thought but seeing this side of you… he liked it.

He truly did.

The mischievous glint in your eyes, the slightly unhinged menace attitude you shared with him.

Minho felt like he had fallen for you all over again.

“How dare you, though?!” you scoffed, the posters still in your hands.

Minho shuddered: now you also saw him as an immature creep.

Just what he needed to add to his list of your opinion of him, which already contained “cold” and “acquaintance”.

Then you added with a whispered laugh: “How dare you not invite me in? Hand over the glue!”.

As you both went on to plaster the whole dorm with those posters, Lee Know knew he was cosmically whipped for you, with no way out.

Not to mention that, as you laughed by his side, perhaps the distance between the two of you wasn’t as permanent as he thought.

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User:#0102

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, best friends to lovers

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, sexually explicit content, oral (m receiving), body worship, unprotected piv (don’t be stupid), multiple orgasms

Comment: I love the setup for this, best friends to lovers is one of the best genres out there tbh and I just love how you took the time to paint us a picture of the dynamics between y/n and Changbin. The build up tied all these different levels of care and intimacy together, the linking and progression through themes and topics was so well done!

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Network: @staynotes Pairing: Changbin x fem!bfs!Reader

Other Characters: none

Summary: Chanbin gets insecure and you’re showing him just how beautiful he truly is. 

Genre: fluff, smut, best friends to lovers

Content warnings: 18+ MDNI, sexually explicit content, oral (m receiving), body worship, unprotected piv (don’t be stupid), multiple orgasms

Word Count: 2,195

A/N: I did not plan for this to happen but @skzdreamer13 sent me some extremely inspiring art :3

The first time you noticed it, you brushed it off. Your best friend, sitting on his couch and scrolling on his phone, was furrowing his brows. He usually didn’t read comments, didn’t go for that kind of validation. He was secure in himself, always had been. That was your bestie, your Binnie - and, hopelessly, your long time crush. So when you caught him scrolling and frowning, you took note. But you didn’t say anything. At least not at first. 

But it happened again. Backstage. He’d practically begged you to join him on tour, and how could you resist those eyes when he pouted at you like that? You couldn’t and now you were here, sitting on a couch in a green room, iced americano in hand, watching Changbin scrolling again. Frowning again. It was then that you started paying closer attention. 

Subsequently, you started to notice other things. He wore hoodies, even when it wasn’t all that cold. He didn’t ask you to join him at the gym, even though that had been one of his arguments for why you should come with. “We can work out in so many different countries together!”, he’d said. But now he always disappeared before you even woke up, and when you did he’d hit you with the “sorry, I already did my training”. He didn’t take selfies with you anymore, avoided the camera more often than not and worst of all - he seemed to smile less. 

And you knew him, really knew him, so you couldn’t stop yourself from worrying. After weeks of watching the situation worsen, you decided to do something about it. All of them had returned to the hotel after the show - a show in which Changbin had made it a point to stay in long sleeved tops despite the heat. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you knocked on his door. To your relief, he didn’t take long to open up. “Y/Nnie”, he said, visibly surprised, “what are you doing here?” You took a deep breath. “I came to talk, Binnie”, you replied, “can we talk? Please?" 

He hesitated only for a second, but you noticed. Then he stepped aside, letting you come into his room. It was a bit bigger than yours, with a large window front that overlooked the city. And you would’ve gasped about it and tried to see what landmarks were visible from here, but that’s not why you’d come. So you sat down on his bed, right by the headrest, and tapped the empty spot beside you. “Come sit”, you said with a soft smile. 

He raised his eyebrows, but obeyed. “What is this about?”, he asked, “You’re worrying me, bunny.” The nickname went straight to your heart, as it always did, but you pushed your feelings aside. “Actually, you’re worrying me”, you said. “I am?” He seemed genuinely confused. It was kind of endearing, but also kind of sad. “Yes. You’re not going to the gym with me anymore. You’re not showing your arms on camera anymore. You look so uncomfortable when you have to wear a tank top on stage. Please be honest with me. You’ve been reading comments again, haven’t you?”

Your words hung in the air, along with a heavy silence. He looked at you, then looked at his hands, then at the ceiling. Eventually, he spoke with a low voice. “You noticed that, huh?” You turned more towards him. “Of course I did, Binnie.” I love you. But you didn’t say it. This was not about your feelings, it was about his. “What’s going on, Bin?” He sighed, and you braced yourself for what he was about to say. 

“Do you think I look fine?” He could barely look at you, ears red, hands fidgeting. It was so unlike him, and you had to fight the urge to pull him into a hug. “What do you mean, fine? You look incredible! You’re so strong and handsome, what are you talking about?” His eyes met yours, and for a second you swore there was something more going on behind them, but it was gone before you could name it. “But, like”, he said, “I don’t exactly look like the average k-pop idol.” You blinked. Twice. “What?” This time you couldn’t stop yourself, your hands cupping his face on instinct, forcing him to look at you. 

“See Changbin, you are quite literally the hottest man I know”, you said, throwing all caution out the window. There was no way you’d let your best friend - the man you were secretly in love with - sit here and feel insecure about his fucking looks. Not when he looked good enough to eat every hour of every damn day. What you hadn’t realised, was that cupping his face like that, being on his hotel bed with him, talking about his insanely good looks - all of it went straight to your core. And on top of everything, he gave you those eyes. Big, beautiful, dangerously deep eyes that made you want to kiss him right then and there. 

But you didn’t. You forced yourself to focus, forced yourself to ignore the heat pooling between your legs or the alarming spike in your heart rate. You forced yourself to focus on him - on Changbin, your best friend, your Binnie. “Don’t listen to those comments, Bin”, you said, hands still cupping his face, “you look amazing. Everything about you is perfect as it is.” He looked like he had literal stars in his eyes when he sheepishly replied: “You really think so?” You nodded, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “You think I’m hot?” A small grin spread across his face, and your heart did a somersault. 

You could feel yourself blush, but there was no turning back now. “I do”, you said, miraculously holding eye contact. “You don’t think I’m too short or too thick?” “You’re perfect, Bin.” And before he could say another word, you leaned in, lips crashing into his. He froze for a second, but before you could even try and worry about your sudden boldness, he melted into you, arms wrapping around your body. Instincts took over, the kiss deepened, and soon enough the both of you were a tangled, panting mess, hands exploring and undressing each other. 

Eventually, you found yourself straddling Changbin, both of you only in your underwear, and his hard cock pressing against you through the fabric. You wanted him so badly, wanted to take all of him for as long as he’d let you, but you had other plans. “Binnie”, you said, barely more than a whisper, rough and breathless against his throat, “you’re perfect to me. Let me show you.” Slowly your lips travelled down his throat to his collar bones. Gently, you interlaced your fingers with his and pressed his hand into the pillow beside his head, making him effectively present his impressive biceps to you. 

You proceeded to kiss his shoulder, his biceps, all of his arm, every inch of his skin. “You have the sexiest arms I’ve ever seen”, you whispered against his soft skin, hips softly, lazily grinding against him. Changbin’s breath hitched with every other kiss you placed on him. You continued back towards his chest, untangling your fingers from his, so you could use both your hands to squeeze his pecs as you covered them in kisses - and bruises. “Your chest is heaven”, you panted, “you’re so perfect.” Changbin was gasping, moaning, watching - he just laid there, pretty and flushed, letting you worship him. 

“Look at this perfect belly”, you murmured against his six pack, hands running up and down his torso, as if you were mapping out every inch of him. You had to slide down a bit, no longer able to grind against his impressive erection, but you didn’t leave him alone for long. Your hands found his waistband and pulled down his boxers, that were quickly discarded. “Holy shit, Binnie”, you gasped as you took in the sheer size of him. That pulled an adorable breathless chuckle from him. Like the rest your best friend’s gorgeous body, his cock was fucking thick. And it looked so good, veiny and heavy and delicious.

Changbin let out an ungodly moan as you slowly took him into your mouth, inch by inch, as much as you physically could. “Fuck”, he gasped, low and raspy, hands quickly making their way into your hair, as you started to bob your head. “Ah…bunny…fuck you feel so good…”, Changbin moaned, sending shocks to your neglected cunt, and it took all your restraint to not just let him fuck you - but you weren’t done with him yet. So instead you wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, gently cupping his balls with the other, and sped up your movements. 

“Ngh…bunny…pls”, your best friend gasped, “I’m not gonna last….fuck…if you…fuck, bunny..” He was rambling, moaning, panting, and you knew exactly what he was trying to say. For just a moment you let him slip out of your mouth. “It’s okay, Binnie”, you said, hand stroking his cock now, “you can come for me. Give me all of you.” And then you were back on him, his cock hitting the back of your throat, and in a matter of seconds he was borderline screaming your name as he spilled his hot cum down your throat.

Slowly, you let him slip out of you - and the picture before you was divine. Your best friend, the love of your life, lying on his hotel bed, panting, sweat soaked, looking like one of Hyunjin’s beautiful paintings. “It’s okay”, you said, pressing soft kisses against his thighs, “you’re okay. You’re so handsome like this.” You ran your hands over his legs, softly massaging his muscular thighs, worshipping every inch of his skin. 

Slowly, you let yourself wander upward, placing kisses and a few hickeys all over his skin, and by the time you dropped down on the bed beside him, brushing the hair that stuck to his forehead away, you were almost a bit surprised to find him hard again. “You’re so insatiable”, you giggled against his shoulder. He let out a short laugh, more like a huff, and turned to his side. “Will you let me…uhm…” His cheeks were red, so beautifully red, and you couldn’t help but grin. “What do you wanna do, handsome?” But you already felt him pressing against your thighs, strong hands grabbing your hips. 

“Please let me feel you, bunny”, he whispered, head buried in the crook of your neck. “I’m all yours, Binnie”, you whispered back, “always have been.” And just like that he shifted both of you, with you landing on your back and him between your legs. He was quick to rid you of your bra and panties, and then, almost cautiously, he ran his fingers through your slick folds. “Damn, bunny”, he gasped, “you’re so wet. All this for me?” “Mhm”, you nodded, pressing your hips up against his hand. “Please Binnie”, you whined, “need you…want to feel you.” 

He didn’t need to be told twice, lining himself up and slowly pushing into you. The stretch was formidable, bordering on painful, but he felt so good inside you. Like he was made for you - and you were made for him. “Fuck”, he rasped, “so tight…ahh…feels so good” As soon has he bottomed out, his lips were on yours again, swallowing your moans has he slowly started thrusting. He fucked you with his forehead pressed against yours, rutting into you with not only precision, but devotion. “Bunny…ngh….”, he moaned, eyes locked to yours, “you’re mine now. Gonna fill you up, yes? Make this pussy mine.” “Please...yes…please, Binnie”, you begged in return, desperate and high pitched. 

Changbin didn’t let up, he didn’t slow down, not until he had you shaking, clenching around him, moaning his name like it was the only word you knew - and it very well might have been with the way your orgasm rushed over you. And then, when you were about to beg him to stop, when you thought you might not be able to take anymore, his thrusts suddenly became erratic, frantic, primal and he somehow managed to push you over the edge again, taking you with him as he spilled is cum deep inside you for the second time. 

He stayed like that for a moment, buried deep inside you and panting, before he eventually slowly pulled out and collapsed beside you on the bed. For a long time, neither of you moved or spoke, both of you trying to catch your breath. Then his hand found yours, fingers interlacing, softly squeezing. After what felt like forever, he slipped out of bed, only to return with a warm, wet towel. Gently, he cleaned you up while showering you with kisses all over your sensitive skin. He threw the towel unceremoniously into the hotel bathroom and climbed back into bed with you. 

Eventually, you were curled up in his arms, almost asleep, breath already slow and even, when you heard him whisper: “Thank you, bunny. I love you.” 

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User:#0101

Pairing: Han x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Implication of toxic family dynamics but no details, love that is believed to be unrequited but isn’t, mentioned cheating (Not reader or Jisung).

Comment: The setup for this fic is actually so beautiful, it literally brought a tear to my eye within the first couple of paragraphs. I don’t know how you did it, but it is almost impossible not to visualize this as one of those masterpiece anime movies like A Silent Voice or something, I love this so much fr ❤️

You're My Home

Han Jisung (Stray Kids) x Reader

Word Count: 3,847

Genre: Angst, Fluff

AUs: Non idol AU, Childhood friends to lovers

Rating: SFW, however I still ask that MINORS DNI WITH THIS BLOG!

Summary: You and Jisung find comfort in each other starting from childhood, and it leads to your feelings for each other shifting as you enter adulthood.

Warnings: Implications of toxic family dynamics but no details, love that is believed to be unrequited but isn't, mentioned cheating (not Reader or Jisung). If you think I missed a warning, please let me know!

Nets: @cosyhomenet, @k-vanity, @keopihaus, @newworldnet, @winerys-collection, @staynotes

A/N: This fic is a slightly late birthday gift for the lovely @blueohs! I am so grateful to call you my friend, and I hope that you like the fic! Sorry it's a bit late! Regardless, I hope that your birthday was as lovely as you are.

Taglist: @xomakara, @chugging-antiseptic-dye, @vampsol, @shadowkoo, @gyubakeries, @lov3rachan

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Jisung was your best friend almost from the moment that you first met him at ten years old. You’d first met him during the summer at a park in your hometown, when he planted himself on the swing next to yours and introduced himself. If only you’d known back then just how important to you he’d become.

When he sat down, you smiled at him and told him your name, and he grinned back as he asked, “Do you wanna be friends?”

You nodded and said, “Sure!” You knew that you probably wouldn’t see him again after you left the park that day, but you were never one to turn down an opportunity to make a new friend, no matter how long the friendship lasted.

“What’s your favorite color?” Jisung asked as he swung, laughing when he started going higher.

“Blue! What’s yours?”

“Red.”

“I don’t like red. It’s too aggressive,” you replied.

“I think blue is too calm,” he mumbled.

“What’s wrong with calm?” you asked. He didn’t answer, instead changing the subject to his favorite video games.

You and Jisung spent at least an hour just talking on the swings before your parents called you and told you that it was time to leave. You didn’t want to leave, but you also didn’t want to make your parents mad, so you agreed, silently hoping you’d see Jisung again.

A few weeks after your first meeting with Jisung at the park, you were pleasantly surprised by his presence in your fifth-grade classroom. He confidently took the seat next to yours and said, “Hi!”

“Hi! How was your summer?”

“It was ok,” he answered, fidgeting as he spoke. “How was yours?”

“It was good,” you said, unsure of what else to say. Luckily for you, though, your teacher announced that class was about to begin, ending the conversation.

The rest of the morning went by quickly, and before you knew it, you were outside for recess. Normally, you would have spent the period alone, drawing in the small sketchbook you’d stuck in your pocket before leaving. This time, though, Jisung found you sitting under the slide almost immediately and struck up a conversation.

“Hi! What are you drawing?” he asked. You tilted your sketchbook so that he could see the flowers and small animals that covered the page, and he smiled and said, “That’s really good!”

“Thanks. Do you like to draw?”

“Oh, no. I don’t like sitting still to draw.”

“What’s wrong with sitting still?”

Jisung mumbled, “Nothing. Just don’t like it.”

Unsure of how else to continue the conversation, you decided to just talk about what you were drawing, with Jisung occasionally asking you to draw something else. You rolled your eyes at first when he asked you to draw a dinosaur, but you happily agreed when he asked you to draw the characters from a video game that you both liked.

“That’s really good!” he said when you showed him the finished project.

You wanted to respond by downplaying it, telling him that you weren’t that good, but before you could, your teacher called you inside to go back to class.

After you were back inside, the rest of the school day went by with nothing major happening, except for occasionally getting distracted by Jisung’s tendency to talk whenever the classroom got too quiet. You wanted to be annoyed by his antics, but you couldn’t find it in you. After all, he did make you laugh with the bad jokes he told in between other students answering your teacher’s questions.

After that first day, you found yourself uncharacteristically excited for school, if for no other reason than to see Jisung again. Sure, he wasn’t your best friend or anything, but you liked spending time with the boy that brought you out of your shell, even if it was just a little bit at first.

As the school year went on, though, the two of you grew even closer. In a matter of months, he was your best friend, and the two of you spent significantly more time with each other than anyone else, much to the frustration of the other boys in your class that wanted Jisung to play kickball with them instead of sitting with the quiet kid that liked to hide under the slide and draw.

Throughout the next school year and the rest of your time in the public school system, you and Jisung were practically inseparable, with several of your mutual friends joking that you might as well have been siblings considering how much time you spent together. One of you rarely went somewhere without the other, and when you attended events together, you were by each other’s sides the entire night, providing support when the events got too overwhelming and keeping each other company when you were both bored out of your minds.

Jisung didn’t just provide support when you were overstimulated at loud parties, either. Every time you argued with your siblings or got in trouble with your parents over something ridiculous, he was right there with a smile, a hug, and your favorite movie to cheer you up. It may have seemed insignificant to an outsider looking in, but to you it meant the world.

No one else seemed to care enough to be there for you the way Jisung was, and you made sure that he understood just how much you cared about him by making the time to be there for him whenever he needed you. You didn’t know details, but you knew that his home life wasn’t the best either, so whenever you could be, you were right by his side with his favorite video games, snacks, and a smile to help him feel ok again.

The bond that you and Jisung shared meant more to him than he could put into words most days, and it was only a matter of time before he realized that he had a crush on you. He was almost certain that you didn’t feel the same way, though, and even if he knew that you felt the same way, he had no intention of ruining your friendship. After all, what would happen if you tried to date and it ended poorly? Jisung didn’t think that he could handle losing you.

Even after you and Jisung graduated from high school, you both attended the same college, with your major being education and his being music. Sure, your busy schedule meant that you had less time to spend with him, but that didn’t change that you spent just about all of your free time together. At least, you did whenever he wasn’t out with whatever pretty girl from your campus smiled at him that week.

It was kind of ironic, actually, that he spent so much time dating around in college. After all, for most of your teenage years, he’d told you that he didn’t want to get into a relationship with someone unless he was absolutely sure that they were the right person for him. In college, though? He must have met the “right person” at least twice a month. You wondered if something was wrong, but in the end, you figured that he was just trying to have some fun now that he was away from his needlessly strict mother.

Near the end of your second year, you realized that you had feelings for Jisung that weren’t strictly platonic. You couldn’t pinpoint when the feelings started, but you certainly knew that they were getting more intense when he brought Yeji, his girlfriend for the week, to a party that you were hosting to celebrate the end of the year. You felt like a terrible friend for feeling the way you did, but when you saw Yeji hanging off of Jisung’s arm and pretending to laugh at the jokes that you’d laughed at with him a million times, your jealousy threatened to bubble over and completely ruin the party.

So, you avoided Jisung the entire night, instead spending all of your time with Hyunjin, a guy that you’d met in one of your classes. He was a bit boring, choosing to wax poetic about the books he’d been reading and barely letting you get a word in during your conversations, even when he asked you direct questions. Still, you made sure to look more interested than you were, hoping that focusing on something other than your feelings for Jisung would make the fact that you knew you couldn’t have him easier to deal with.

Of course, it didn’t. Instead, all you could think about as Hyunjin explained your favorite book to you for the second time that night was how badly you wanted to just hide in the corner with Jisung and pretend that the rest of the world didn’t exist for a few hours. So, you excused yourself from your conversation with your classmate and went to the kitchen, choosing to focus on refilling drinks and fetching extra snacks when needed.

A few hours later, the party finally drew to a close, and guests started to leave. As you started to clean up the mess that your friends had made, you heard Jisung ask, “Do you need help cleaning up?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, Yeji appeared behind Jisung and said, “Sungie, are we still going back to my place tonight?” He winced at the nickname that she insisted on calling him, but she didn’t notice, too distracted by staring at the other guys that hadn’t left the party yet.

“Of course, baby,” he answered before turning back to you for an answer.

“Go ahead, Ji. I’ve got this.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind-”

“I’m sure. We’ll talk tomorrow. Good night.”

“Night,” he said as Yeji practically dragged him out the door.

You spent the rest of the night trying and failing to avoid thinking about Jisung. You knew that falling for your best friend was a terrible idea, but you had no idea how exactly to get the feelings to go away. So, you did what you’d always done. You ignored the feelings and focused on being happy for him. He really did seem happy with Yeji, after all. So, despite how much you hated her, you decided to suck it up.

Jisung was not happy with Yeji, however. She constantly disregarded his feelings, flirted with other guys, and treated the people he cared about like dirt. Still, anything was better than being alone with his thoughts of how badly he wanted you. So, he got good at pretending he was happy with her. Maybe a little bit too good, but that wasn’t important to Jisung at that point.

Almost immediately after you graduated from college, you got a job as a high school teacher in a city far from your hometown and moved away, leaving the life that you hated so much behind for good. A small part of you considered at least telling Jisung that you were leaving, but in the end, you decided that there wasn’t a point. After all, the two of you weren’t nearly as close as you used to be by that point, and you really didn’t want any lingering connections to your old life when you were trying to start over. So, you disappeared without a word.

About a month later, Jisung found out that you’d left, and he was devastated. Sure, the two of you didn’t talk as much as you used to after college, but he still thought of you as his best friend. So why did you leave without even telling him goodbye? He had no idea, so he chose to shove his hurt down where he couldn’t see it and pretend that it didn’t exist. He hid his pain so well that not even Yeji, now his fiancée, could see it.

For years after you moved away from your hometown, you didn’t talk to Jisung. Not because you wanted to leave your best friend behind, but because you were afraid of being pulled back to the place that you hated the most if you let him get too close. Logically, you knew that he would never do that, but you also knew that fear was much more powerful than logic, especially when it came to protecting the peace that you’d found for yourself after moving away from your family.

You didn’t even mean for Jisung to come back into your life when he did. It was completely coincidental when you literally bumped into him at the grocery store near your apartment. You slipped on a piece of paper that had fallen onto the floor, and you stumbled into the person standing behind you. You felt an arm on your shoulder attempting to steady you, and you immediately looked up to tell whoever had reached out to let go of you.

Then, you looked into a startlingly familiar pair of deep brown eyes and heard a startlingly familiar voice say, “(Y/N)? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” you answered with a sigh. “How are you doing, Ji?”

“I’m fine. Where the hell have you been? I haven’t seen you for years.”

“I’ve been here. After college, I left and didn’t look back.”

“Why did that have to mean leaving me, too?”

You didn’t want to give him an answer, but you knew that he wouldn’t let it go until you did. So, you said, “I was afraid of going back.”

Jisung softened at your explanation and said, “I understand. It’s the same reason I left around a year ago.”

The two of you were quiet for a minute before you said, “We should catch up sometime. Where are you living now?”

Jisung pulled a small notebook and pen out of his pocket, wrote down his address and phone number, and handed it to you with that signature smile that you’d missed in the time you’d been away from home. After you took the paper and stuck it in your pocket, he said, “Let me know when you’re free. It’ll be nice to hang out again.”

“Yeah. See you around.”

With that, you left to finish your shopping, thinking about Jisung the entire time. On the one hand, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for not trying to reach out to him sooner. On the other hand, though, you were more excited than you could put into words that the man that you considered your best friend for so long could finally be a part of your life again.

After you got home, you texted Jisung and talked about what your life had been like since leaving your hometown.

Y/N: So, where are you working now? Jisung: Starbucks. It’s right down the street from my apartment. Y/N: Really? I’m there all the time, and I haven’t seen you there at all. Jisung: I work the afternoon shift. Y/N: That explains it. I go in the morning before work. Jisung: I figured. You’ve always preferred the early morning café crowd to the afternoon and evening crowds.

You couldn’t help but grin at how well Jisung still seemed to know you, despite how long it’d been since the last time the two of you talked. Much to your frustration, though, the realization that he still cared enough to remember the seemingly insignificant details about you brought butterflies to your stomach, and you felt your cheeks start to heat up.

You really didn’t want the feelings for Jisung that you’d spent so long trying to forget about to come back, but it seemed like your heart disagreed with you on how to love your best friend. Still, you knew that nothing would ever come of your feelings, so you decided to just keep your mouth shut and hope for the best.

Jisung was shocked by how connected he still felt to you, especially considering how long it had been since the last time you’d spoken. Still, his shock was overshadowed by the sheer joy of having you in his life again. The only problem with that was that the crush that he’d thought went away came right back.

Before he could worry too much, though, his thoughts were interrupted by another text from you.

Y/N: Are you free this weekend? We could go get coffee and catch up if you want. Jisung: That sounds great. What time? Y/N: Any time is fine with me. Jisung: How about 10 AM? Y/N: That works for me. I’ll see you then! Jisung: See you then.

You spent the rest of the week looking forward to your meetup with Jisung. You knew that you probably wouldn’t go right back to the way things were before the two of you grew apart, but you were still excited to reconnect with the man that used to be your closest friend. At the same time, though, you were nervous. What if he’d changed too much for the two of you to connect the way you used to? What if you’d changed too much? The thought almost made you want to avoid the event altogether.

When Saturday finally came, however, you realized that you had nothing to worry about. From the moment that Jisung walked into the café, spotted you, and pulled you into a hug, it was like no time had passed. You talked like you hadn’t spent time together in days rather than years, catching each other up on what you’d missed since you left your hometown.

After talking a bit about your jobs and the joys of finally being away from your families, the conversation eventually shifted to relationships. With his hands shaking and that familiar look of nervous excitement in his eyes, Jisung asked, “So, have you met anyone here?”

“Oh, well, not really. Not interested in relationships, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“What about you? Are you and Yeji still together? I remember you telling me that you were gonna propose right before I left.”

Jisung shook his head and said, “No. We actually broke up a few months after you moved. She said I was too boring. I guess missing you so much made me less fun.”

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you, Ji.”

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m over it now. I just wish she’d told me I was boring after I bought the ring.”

“I’m still surprised that you even proposed to her.”

He sighed and said, “In hindsight, that was a mistake.”

You nodded and replied, “I noticed that you never quite seemed comfortable with her.”

“I’ve never been as comfortable with anyone as I was with you.”

You were quiet for a minute before you said, “I’m sorry, Ji.”

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m just happy that you’re part of my life again.

With that, you and Jisung talked about whatever came to mind until he had to leave to get ready for work, laughing and joking like nothing else in the world mattered in that moment. It was refreshing, if you were being honest with yourself. Sure, you still regretted losing touch with him in the first place, but the fact that the two of you were able to fit back into each other’s lives so naturally eased the guilt that you were feeling.

For the next several months, you and Jisung slowly but surely increased the amount of time that you were spending together, and before you knew it, you were pretty much inseparable again. Every free minute that the two of you had was spent together, which probably didn’t help your crush on him, but that was a side effect of having Jisung around that you were willing to deal with, at least until the feelings went away.

Jisung was absolutely livid with himself for falling in love with you again as soon as you were back in his life. He was absolutely certain that the two of you would never be together, so he didn’t understand why he couldn’t get over you. Still, he was determined to try.

Every attempt that you made to get over Jisung failed miserably. It was kind of funny, in all honesty. Every time you thought that you were getting over him, he’d do one of the things that made you fall for him in the first place, like telling you over and over again how much he cared about you and making you laugh when all you wanted to do was cry.

Jisung wasn’t exactly having an easy time getting over you, either. Every time the two of you hung out, you did or said something that would seem insignificant to anyone else, but to him, they were everything. From the way you still laughed at his stupid jokes to the smile on your face when he told you how happy he was to have you, every moment made him fall harder.

It was on a seemingly ordinary day when you and Jisung finally realized that your feelings for each other were mutual. You’d invited him over for a game night after the two of you were done work, and he’d won at every game. From Uno to Mario Kart, he beat you every time, but you didn’t mind as long as you got to be the one to witness how excited he got when he won.

After the fourth game of Mario Kart for the night ended with yet another victory for Jisung, you looked at him and said, “Ok, I think I’m done getting my ass kicked for the time being.”

“Aw, is somebody a sore loser?” he asked with a laugh.

“There’s a difference between being a sore loser and just getting bored, Ji.”

Jisung’s expression changed to one of mock shock as he placed his hand over his heart and dramatically asked, “You’re bored of me? I’m wounded.”

You laughed at his theatrics and softly said, “I could never get bored of you. I love you.”

The mock surprise on Jisung’s face shifted to real surprise as he processed what you said, and that was when you realized that you’d slipped up. You tried to explain, but before you could, he asked, “Really?”

In that moment, the explanation that you meant that you loved spending time with him flew out the window, replaced with a soft smile and the words, “Really. I always have.”

Jisung audibly relaxed at your words and said, “I can’t believe it.”

“What?”

Jisung thought for a moment about how he wanted to say what was on his mind. In the end, though, he didn’t settle on words at all. Instead, he softly kissed you. You melted into the kiss pretty much immediately, and he wrapped his arms around you with a content sigh.

When he pulled away, Jisung looked you in the eyes and said, “I love you, too.”

“Now it’s my turn to tell you that I can’t believe that you feel the same way.”

“How could I not?” he asked, pulling you closer once again and kissing the top of your head. “You’re my home, and you always have been.”

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Pairing: Minho X Reader

Genre: best friends to lovers, smut,fluff,18+MDNI

Warnings: explicit sexual themes, oral (f receiving), piv, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be stupid)

Comment: Hello?! Thank you so much for putting this on our radar, you are brilliant! From start to finish this was the most elegant thing I have ever read, I don’t know how else to word it, but you write smut in the most sensual, intimate and personal way ever and it’s such a beautiful thing to witness. You literally blow me away every time I read your work :’)

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Network: @stayphone

Pairing: BFF!LeeKnow x fem!reader

Other Characters: Hyunjin

Summary: Dancing is a dangerous thing to do. 

Genre: best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, 18+ MDNI

Content warnings: explicit sexual themes, oral (f receiving), piv, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (don't be stupid)

Word Count: 3531

A/N: It took too damn long, but I finally finished it. Hope you enjoy ;)

"Please!", you draw out the word, giving your best friend the biggest puppy eyes you can muster. You've been begging him to let you sit in on his dance practice with the members for weeks now, but so far he'd refused every time. "No", he said, moving swiftly through his bedroom, packing his sports bag, “you’ll only distract the others.” "Come on, Min, just once! I just wanna see you sweat." You give him a suggestive grin from where you sit on his bed. It's not a lie either, you'd love to see him sweat. Maybe not from dancing, but still. 

Minho stopped his movements, focussing his eyes on you. You’ve been doing this for a while now, throwing lines like this at him. And his self-control started wearing thin, but you didn’t know that. Yet. “If I let you join today, will you promise to shut up about it?", he asked, eyebrows raised. He knew this was a stupid idea, but he also needed you to stop pestering him about it. You and him and dancing was a deadly combination, one that would test his restraint to no ends, but at least this way, he wouldn’t be alone with you. Because when he looked at you, he didn’t just see his best friend. He hadn’t for a long time. He saw a beautiful, witty, intelligent and devilishly attractive woman who’d stolen his heart. But he couldn’t tell you. He couldn’t risk your shared bond, he couldn’t risk losing you. 

Your heart leaped in your chest. Was this it? Had you finally worn him down? "Yes, I swear", you said, "just take me with you this one time and I'll shut up about it." You were most definitely never going to shut up about it. Watching him move through the world the way he did already sent your mind to unholy places, but watching him dance? In sweatpants? Surrounded by 7 equally as handsome men? No way you'd ever be able to shut up about that. Because you loved watching Minho in his element. You loved watching him cook and take care of his members in his own subtle way, you loved listening to him sing, you loved being around him, you just simply loved him. But alas, there was no way that would lead to anything, not if you didn’t want to risk the friendship. So you took what you could get. Dance practice. 

Minho sighed and said: "Fine. But behave yourself." You decided to pointedly ignore the way his command went straight to your core. You were less than successful, earning a sassy smirk from the man. “Shut up”, you said, pointing your finger at him. Minho knew that you found him attractive, you told him frequently. And he also knew about your subby tendencies, as much as you’d tried to hide them. But with the tension between the two of you and his urge to be in charge, especially around you, there had been no way to keep it to yourself. Minho was observant, he could read you like a book. Sometimes you wondered if he knew about the feelings you harboured for him, but since he never did anything about it, you figured it didn’t matter either way.

***

The drive was silent, but not uncomfortable. It was one of the things you loved about your friendship with Minho. You could just be quiet around each other, just exist in each other’s space comfortably. He was a good man and a great friend, and you cherished him with your whole heart. Watching him drive, eyes focused on the road and jaw slightly clenched in concentration, stirred something within you. The feeling was warm and soft and you urged to just grab his hand and be domestic. And your fingers twitched, but you held back after all, too scared to make a wrong move. It was one thing to blatantly flirt with him, you could always say you were just joking. But grabbing his hand? Now that would be more difficult to explain without putting your heart on the line.

When you arrived at the JYPE building, Minho turned to you after stopping the engine, eyes narrowed and locked with yours. “You know the rules?” You rolled your eyes. “Yes, I know the rules.” “Then recount them.” You raised your eyebrows at him. “You heard me. Recount them.” Minho’s eyebrows were furrowed, creating that adorable crease between them and you had to stop yourself from smiling at him. He was utterly serious about this. “No distracting anyone from practice. No interruptions. No pictures or videos.” “Good”, he said with a nod, and then with a grin he added: “Now get out of my car.” You playfully punched his arm before getting out with a giggle. 

The practice room didn’t feel too big, but that might also just have been because of the 8 men that were scattered around it stretching themselves and each other. You quickly found that they took their warmups pretty seriously, so you just watched them from your spot on the bench, catching one or the other look at you from time to time. Hyunjin looked at you the most, and he grinned every time. He’d been the most excited about you walking in after Minho, and your best friend had given him a less than approving glance for it. But that was the usual thing to happen, Hyunjin liked to flirt with you just to tease Minho, although you didn’t quite understand why it worked. Minho never had returned your flirting in earnest, so why was he upset if Hyunjin did?

You kept to the rules, even though it was hard. You wanted to film them so bad, but alas, you decided not to pick a fight with Minho tonight. He’d never let you step foot in here again otherwise. Instead, you watched them dance, taking note of their muscles flexing and their hips rolling and their bodies spinning around. And as you had assumed, watching Minho dance was a transcendent experience. He looked so damn hot, the way he controlled his body, the way he instructed the others, the way that he was completely in his element. And it did something to your heart, to your mind, to your whole body. You didn’t even notice how hard you’d pressed your thighs together until they decided to take a break, and you let out an unintentionally shaky breath. 

“So, Y/N, are you enjoying yourself?”, Hyunjin asked as he sauntered over to you. “Mhm”, you hummed, eyes wandering over his sweat soaked body, “it’s quite the show.” “Really? What’s your favourite part?” He smirked at you, that signature playful glint in his eyes. Minho was standing not far off, drinking his water but never taking his eyes of Hyunjin and you. “Hmm”, you said, pretending to think about it, “I like that thing you do with your hips in the pre-chorus.” Hyunjin immediately did the move you were talking about. “This one?” You hummed affirmatively and bit your lip as you watched him roll his hips just a little too smoothly. “How do you even do that?”, you asked with a giggle, eyes nervously darting to Minho for a second. Your best friend was still watching you, like a cat watching a mouse. 

“I could teach you”, Hyunjin said, and with a short glance around, lingering on Minho a tad too long, he added: “Privately.” And that’s when Minho had enough. “Don’t be stupid, Hyunjin”, he said, taking a few steps towards you, “she’d only hurt herself.” You gasped and made a pretend-shocked face at him. “Ah, Hyung, you have no faith in me, huh? I bet I could teach her that move in no time.” Hyunjin winked at you, the grin on his face only widening. He clearly enjoyed this. “And I can put you into my air fryer in no time. Don’t forget who you’re talking to, dumpling.” At that, Hyunjin let out a giggle and threw up his arms in defence. “Alright, alright.” Then he turned to you. “Sorry, princess, no dance lessons for you, I fear.” And before anyone could say anything else, Chan clapped his hands ordering everyone to resume practice. 

***

“Why did you shut him down?”, you asked, as you lounged on Minho’s couch, lazily running your fingers through Soonie’s fur. The cat purred happily beside you, enjoying your gentle touch, while his owner sat in his armchair, Dori in his lap. Doongie was curled up by your feet, soundly asleep. “Shut who down?” “Hyunjin. About teaching me that move.” It had been two days since the dance practice and you’d tried to forget about it, but something about the situation had it suck in your head and you just couldn’t let it go. “Oh”, Minho said, eyes focused on the purring ball of fur in his lap, “you know how he is.” You raised your eyebrows at his non-answer. When you didn’t say anything he looked up, locking eyes with you. “I just don’t want him dancing with you”, he said, almost too quiet for you to hear. 

Your heart skipped a beat. Your hand stopped petting Soonie, as you processed what you just heard. The cat immediately protested, but you ignored him. Why not? You could ask. You could pry and push. But then, your brain went somewhere else. “You could teach me”, you said instead. “What?” “The move. You could teach me.” Minho blinked at you a few times, and then a smirk rushed over his face. It was only there for a second, but you’d seen it. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Y/N”, he said. “Oh, come on Min!” You pouted at him, eyes big for good measure. He squinted at you. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” “Never.” Minho sighed, knowing very well that this had the potential to end in catastrophe. “Fine, get up then.”

After helping Minho to rearrange his living room just enough to make space for dancing to happen, you found yourself standing in the middle of it, facing him. “So, what now?”, you asked. “Turn around.” You obeyed with a giggle. “Good. Now, you need to widen your stance. Like this.” Minho gently pushed your legs apart with his feet. “Now bend your knees.” You felt very grateful to your past self for attending those yoga classes, as you lowered yourself, bending your knees, keeping your wide stance. Just then, Minho circled you, assuming the same position opposite you. “And now you just have to roll your hips. Like this.” As you watched him move, you felt yourself blush, heat pooling at your core. It looked so damn hot and you couldn’t help but wonder what other things this man could do with his hips. 

But you forced yourself to return to reality, trying to imitate his movement. Minho had the absolute audacity to chuckle at your attempt. “Cute, but no”, he said, “let me help you.” He walked around you again, positioning himself behind you. Close behind you. So damn close, you could feel his body heat radiating against your back. The sheer lack of space between the two of you had the air shift drastically, a thick tension starting to build. He gently placed his hands on your hips, and you swallowed hard. “Move with me”, he said, voice low and so very close to your ear. And then he moved, gripping your hips a bit harder so he could steer them, his hips rolling behind yours. Slowly, you got into a rhythm, and out of sheer instinct, you started to lean back against his chest. “Good”, he purred, “you’re doing so good.” 

It was too much, he was too close, you were too whipped for him to simply endure this. And that’s when it slipped. “Min..” A short sigh, bordering on a moan, as your hips pushed back just a little too much, effectively grinding against him. Your heart stopped for a moment, your breath stuck in your throat, as you anticipated his reaction. He moved, straightening his legs, and you feared he would move away, break the tension, but his hands remained on your hips. His fingers dug into your sides for a second, then he pulled you out of your stance as well and spun you around. “What was that, kitten?”, he said, pulling your body against his own. “I…uh….”, you stammered, unable to form a sentence. Not when you were this close to him. Not when he called you kitten. 

Time stopped, as Minho’s eyes dropped to your lips, his fingers digging into your sides. Your breath hitched, your heart hammered against your ribcage, your core was positively throbbing, and all you could do was stare. Stare at his lips, stare at the way his ears turned slightly red, stare at his beautiful, darkening, half-lidded eyes. “Don’t be shy now”, he all but whispered, pulling you impossibly closer, pressing his crotch against yours - that’s when you felt it, felt him, hard and pulsing against you through his and your clothes. “Min…”, you repeated, unable to hold back, as you unintentionally leaned in just a bit. It was enough for him to act. You caught a glance of his smirk and then his lips were on yours, hot and hungry, as if he’d also been barely holding on. Your arms went around his neck in an instant as you lost yourself in the way he devoured you, tasting his tongue, becoming putty in his hands. 

You almost didn’t notice how he manoeuvred you backwards to the couch until your legs hit something soft, and he lowered you down onto it. Hovering over you, Minho examined you. Your lips were red and swollen, your pupils dilated, your breath ragged - he’d never seen you like that and it had his cock throb painfully. “We can stop”, he breathed, softly running his fingers over your cheek, because he knew, if he went one step further, he wouldn’t be able to stop. “No.” Your answer was immediate, almost a bit too fast, but you didn’t care. You wanted this, you wanted him. More than anything. And with your answer his expression shifted. Gone was any softness, replaced by sheer unadulterated lust, as he dove back into you, kissing you so sloppy, so greedy, that it had your whole body shaking beneath him.

Before you knew it, he was kneeling in-between your legs, hands exploring your body, slipping underneath your shirt, as he continued to kiss your lips, your face, your neck. He was all over you, taking control, and you melted beneath him, making the sweetest little sounds. His hands slid over your body, mapping out every inch, until he was cupping your breasts, squeezing, kneading, playing with your nipples. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this”, he breathed against your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses, teeth grazing your delicate skin. 

You were tangled up in each other, surrounded by nothing but heat and desire, so lost in the moment you didn’t even realise when he had pulled your shirt off or your pants down. All you knew were his lips trailing down your bare chest, sucking marks here and there, until his kisses found your inner thighs, hungry and teasing. His shirt had been discarded too, at some point, and you enjoyed the view of a shirtless, panting, borderline feral Minho sitting between your legs, looking up at you with lidded eyes as his tongue ran through your slick folds. 

“Fuck…Min…”, you gasped, rolling your hips against his face, but he was quick to grab you and keep you steady, as he hungrily kept licking and sucking at your core. When your hand went to his head, fingers quickly tangling in his messy hair, he hummed against you, sending another shiver right down your spine. It didn’t take him long to get you all riled up, tight knot already forming in your lower belly. And he knew it, too. You could feel him smirking against your skin as he slowly, deliberately pushed two fingers into your wet, needy hole. It pulled a deeply sinful moan from you, to which he had the audacity to chuckle. “You like that, huh?”, he said, lips not leaving you once, “come on, show me how much.” 

Minho had no mercy, pumping his fingers into you with reckless abandon, as his tongue continuously slid over your clit. It was driving you mad, your hips bucking against his now one-handed hold, but he was still keeping you firmly pressed against the couch. “Fuck...’m so close…”, you panted, to which he hummed against you once again. “Come for me, Kitten”, he purred, “let go for me.” And with that the knot snapped, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body, thighs shaking, back arching, vision blurring. You were only half aware of the scream that escaped your mouth - or the satisfied smile on Minhos face as he helped you ride out your climax. 

You were gasping for air, slowly coming down from your high, barely noticing how Minho pulled his fingers from your core. “Fuck”, you panted, “that was…wow…” “Glad you liked it”, he said, hovering over you face to face once again. Slowly, he leaned down and pressed a soft, but still very hungry, kiss against your lips. “Think you can take more?”, he asked, his eyes still dark with desire. “I can take you”, you said, still a little breathless, “I want to.” “You sure?”, he smirked as he rolled his still covered crotch against your soaked, sensitive centre. 

“Ah…don’t be a tease, Min.” You let your hands run down his back and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. “Just fuck me already.” He didn’t need to be told twice. His pants and underwear were gone in an instant and you had only a short moment to marvel at the size of his cock. “Turn around”, he said, and you obeyed without hesitation. His hands were lingered on your butt for a while, grabbing, appreciating. But eventually, after you let out a few frustrated whines, he lined himself up. “Ready, kitten?”, he purred in your ear, and with your permission he slowly pushed himself in. 

Inch by inch he slowly filled you out. You held your breath as he stretched your walls, low grunts vibrating against your shoulder where his lips were locked to your skin. “Damn, kitten”, he rasped, “you’re so tight….so perfect...” When he finally bottomed out, you released your breath, feeling utterly full of him. And then he began to roll his hips, slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size. “Mhhh….Min….feels so good”, you moaned, as he sped up, hips snapping against your butt again and again and again. It was obscene, filthy, downright pornographic how he fucked you. Like he’d been thinking about it. Like he’d been starving for it. 

Your best friend’s dick drilled into you, hard and fast and ungodly, the angle too good, the size too perfect. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, only lewd noises coming out of your mouth as tears of pleasure stared to roll down your face. It felt too good. His hands gripped your hip tight enough to leave bruises, his breath was laboured and hot, his restraint was out the window. He fucked you like a feral beast, chasing his own release, and just when you thought he might not send you over the edge again, his right hand moved, fingers finding your clit. “Ugh…come…come with me kitten”, he panted, pressing and rubbing your most sensitive spot. 

You screamed into the pillow as the second orgasm hit, too overstimulated to care if the neighbours would hear you, too fucked out to have any control. Your whole body shook as you felt him pulse inside you, hips stuttering, painting your insides white. Your whole body tingled, as you collapsed beneath him, unable to hold yourself in any position other than flat on the couch. He followed suit, panting and sweaty, chest pressed against your back, only barely managing not to put his whole weight on you. For a while, the both of you stayed like this, finding your breath, slowing your hearts.

Eventually, you could feel him press gentle kisses against your back as he carefully pulled himself out of you. For a moment he was gone, and then you were turned over and picked up, carried to the bathroom and set down in a tub of hot, soapy water. Minho climbed in behind you, legs wrapping around your waist, and pulled you back against his chest. And for a very long time, you just sat there, surrounded by warmth and silence, safety and comfort. Until your mind returned to you. Until you realised what had just happened and a smile rushed over your face. “Min”, you whispered without turning around. “Kitten”, he whispered back, gently resting his head on your shoulder. “I get it now”, you said, calm and quiet. He pressed soft kisses to your neck. “What d’you get?”, he asked. You chuckled. “Why you didn’t want Hyunjin to dance with me.”

Fenya’s Masterlist

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Blog recommendations: Heartwrenching angst!

Some of the blogs with the best angst on Tumblr!

Check them out, though you’d better prepare tissues. Lots of tissues.

In the spotlight, a selected work to get you started!

Genre: angst

Blogs: 9

@lieslab

Written works

> [They find you battling suicide] in the spotlight

Definitely the Queen of angst for me.

Whether it is heart wrenching angst that leaves me bawling or hurt and comfort, the feelings are always delivered.

Especially recommended for hurt/comfort because while the angst is sublime, I find myself particularly drawn by the comforting fics, which feel like a warm blanket during a storm.

Also, can handle perfectly very heavy themes which are honestly so hard to write but she succeeds splendidly, delivering perfection each time!

@rmview

Written works

> [You disappear after a fight] in the spotlight

Mostly short drabbles that hit you directly in the heart.

Well depicted scenarios that will make you cry.

Latest heartbreak? The cold shoulder. I can’t even begin to describe how much it made me tear up.

Love the use of dialogue and very romantic quotes, let me tell you that.

All lines hit so good!

If you see me crying I am not… I just contracted ✨emotions✨

@thewinter-eden

Fake texts and written works

> [“Insecurity” series] in the spotlight

While her crack!Horror written fic series deserves an award with how funny it is (like really, check that out cause I love it), we are talking angst and so I present to you other two lovely series: Insecurity series (which has been completed) and the Jealousy series (who’s first part has yet to be released and I’m so hyped already!).

Through messages the feelings, misunderstandings and heartbreak hit deeply but, thankfully, she’ll break your heart then mend it back up during the resolution!

Unique scenarios (and for those who like me enjoy a well created coherent world surrounding parts of the same fic, there’s lore hidden in all the parts and references) with unique feels that will make you cry and then kick you feet up giggling!

@chlix

Fake texts and written works

> [“They call you a gold digger” series] in the spotlight

From assholes to regretful beggars.

Reader doesn’t always melt the second they say sorry so the resolution (if it doesn’t deservedly end up in a break up) feels much more satisfying!

Will definitely break your heart! Honestly I never knew fake texts could be so heartbreaking before!

Got me addicted to fake texts (first blog whose fake texts I actually liked).

@linoxpudding

Fake texts and written works.

> [“Intern” series] in the spotlight

When I tell you good.

Like fucking perfect.

The heartbreak-laced fake texts are amazing, like Master of Angst level.

I’m bawling in the floor each time I read it and I just wish I could read it for the first time again (though re-reading feels just as good not gonna lie).

And the written Lee Know series “Intern” is just golden.

Emotional constipation met angst with a side of their own genius and that gave birth to a masterpiece.

@bbokicidal

Written works

> [“As we are” series] in the spotlight

Hear me out: she’s known for her nsfw (and like that’s fair because it is top tier) but I think we are underrating her angst because it is just as good.

The cheater series?

The “As we are” series?!

Like damn.

There’s some people who are like “nsfw writers can’t write angst or other genres” and I don’t think it’s true and bbokicidal is the proof of that.

Members’ corner

@lovetaroandtaemin

Written works

> [“Bad Dates and Bad Luck”] in the spotlight

Only one stray kids piece but so damn good.

Bad Dates and Bad Luck is a work of art.

Got me crying all my tears over words on a screen.

Almost changed my bias for that like damn… who hurt ya (lemme kill them)?

If you also like Seventeen, definitely check that out but be ready to get out of it heartbroken and emotionally unstable.

That’s how good it is.

@fenya-scribbles

Written works

> [Secret] in the spotlight

Okay, if you know Fenya you’ll be like “that’s a sunshine, how could they write angst well?”.

Spoiler alert, they can and have.

Absolutely adore it.

Like top notch angst for real, with the right amount of hurt to balance the comforting hug you get at the end.

The carrot and the stick made fics, basically, but for your heart: comfort and angst all wrapped in a literary masterpiece.

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@lov3rachan

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> [“Loving you is a losing game” series] in the spotlight

You might like my “Loving you is a losing game” series. Probably not but who knows.

If you really have no angst left, check it out.

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User: #0109

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Genre: NSFW, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Sexual Content (minors DNI), ovulation, thigh riding, p in v, unprotected sex, praise, soft dom! Changbin, needy reader, aftercare

Comment: Great consistency in the narrative, it ebbs and flows like a river- it relaxes and is so sweet and soft then amps up when you lowkey didn’t expect it to . So much passion overall. I also love the way you depicted y/n and her thoughts, really nice 😊

reader is ovulating and is needy for changbin, starts with riding his thigh bc thats what she is comfortable with but by the time its over, she NEEDS more.

Title: Desire, My Darling Genre: Smut, fluff Pairing: Seo Changbin x f!Reader Word Count: ~ 2,000 words Warnings: Sexual Content (minors DNI), ovulation, thigh riding, p in v, unprotected sex, praise, soft dom!Changbin, needy reader, aftercare A/N: This request had me melting, I would literally die for this man's thighs tbh. Thanks for the request 😊 I've got a few more to answer, so to the readers who submitted an ask, please hold on a little longer! Requests Masterlist

You’d been restless for hours.

Changbin had noticed it — the way you kept fidgeting in your seat across from him, thighs subtly pressing together, lip tucked between your teeth. You’d barely touched your food at dinner, distracted and dazed, eyes lingering on his arms, his neck, the solid line of his chest beneath his hoodie.

You didn’t even try to play it cool anymore.

By the time you both collapsed onto the couch, the ache between your legs had grown into a low throb, deep and demanding, your whole body warm with the need you could no longer ignore.

Changbin was sprawled out next to you, legs spread wide, scrolling idly on his phone with one hand while the other rested on his thigh — the one you couldn’t stop staring at.

That thigh. Thick. Powerful. Perfect.

You shifted closer, your breath catching slightly as your bare leg brushed against the denim stretched over his muscle. He looked up from his screen, brow lifting.

"You good?"

You hesitated. Swallowed. Then crawled into his lap without another word, straddling his thigh and sinking down slowly until your clothed core met him exactly where you needed.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh,” he said with a little laugh, clearly amused, clearly knowing. “Is that what’s been going on with you today?”

Your cheeks flamed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from his face. “I… yeah.”

You started to rock against him, just a little. The pressure — even through your panties — was delicious, a cruel relief that only made the ache inside you worse. Your breath hitched as your clit rubbed against the denim, and you moaned softly.

Changbin’s hands found your hips, steadying you. He grinned — soft, teasing, but filled with affection.

“Baby, are you ovulating again?”

You gave him a pitiful little nod, whining as you ground down more firmly. “I can’t help it. I just… I need you.”

“I can tell,” he murmured, dipping his head to press a gentle kiss to your jaw, then another beneath your ear. “You’ve been squirming all day. Didn’t think you’d last much longer.”

You whimpered and buried your face in his neck, moving faster now, the friction so good but still not enough. He flexed his thigh under you, giving you more to grind on, and chuckled when you gasped and clutched his shirt.

“God, you’re soaked,” he muttered, voice warm and fond. “Making a mess all over my jeans.”

His words made your hips stutter, the pleasure building fast but just shy of that final high. You needed more — more pressure, more stretch, more of him.

“Changbin,” you whined, voice trembling. “I can’t—I need—”

He tilted your chin up so you’d meet his gaze, his thumb stroking your flushed cheek.

“Tell me.”

“I need you inside me,” you blurted, shameless now. “Please, Bin. I need your cock. I feel so empty. I just—can’t take it anymore.”

His eyes softened at your desperation, but his smile didn’t fade. If anything, he looked even more endeared. Like he loved seeing you fall apart like this, loved that it was him you came to when your body demanded to be filled.

“You poor thing,” he whispered sweetly, brushing hair out of your face. “Is my baby aching that bad?”

You nodded, breathless. “Yes—please—”

“Okay,” he said gently. “C’mon. Let me take care of you.”

He stood with you wrapped around him, carrying you to the bedroom like you weighed nothing. The moment he laid you on the mattress, his hands were all over you — undressing you slowly, carefully, kissing every inch of skin he revealed like you were something to be worshipped.

By the time he pushed your panties down your thighs, he groaned at the sight of you.

“You’re dripping,” he murmured, running his fingers through your folds, teasing you with a lazy touch. “Fuck. Your body really wants me, huh?”

“It needs you,” you gasped, hips lifting. “Please, Bin.”

He leaned down to kiss you, slow and deep and soft, even as his fingers finally pushed inside you. You gasped into his mouth, clinging to him, but it still wasn’t enough.

“I want your cock. Please, no more teasing—need to feel full, I need to—”

“You’re so needy,” he murmured, kissing down your throat. “So sweet. You know I’ll give it to you. Always.”

And then he was there — thick and hard, the heat of him pulsing against your entrance. He pushed in slow, giving you every inch, and your back arched as a broken sob left your lips.

“Yes,” you cried. “Oh my god—yes, yes, yes—”

He groaned, eyes fluttering shut as he bottomed out. “Fuck. You’re so tight. Gripping me so good, baby.”

You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders as he started to move. Every thrust was deep, deliberate, slow — designed to hit every sensitive spot and make your eyes roll back.

“Feel better now?” he asked softly, brushing your hair back from your face.

“Yes,” you moaned. “More, please, Bin—don’t stop—”

“I won’t,” he promised, kissing your forehead as he fucked you deep and slow. “Gonna give you everything. Gonna fill you up so good, baby. Just relax and let me make it better.”

And he did. Until your body went limp beneath him, legs trembling, mind completely blank except for his name.

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Your body felt like melted wax.

Limbs loose, lungs still catching up, mind blissfully blank except for the lingering imprint of his name on your tongue. Changbin stayed inside you for a long moment, his body warm and heavy against yours, chest rising and falling with each breath. One of his hands gently stroked your thigh, the other cradling your face like you were fragile glass.

“You okay?” he whispered, lips brushing your cheek.

You nodded slowly, too relaxed to speak just yet. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer, your nose nuzzling into the curve of his neck. He smiled, kissed your forehead, then carefully slipped out of you — drawing a soft whimper from your lips as you clenched around nothing.

“Shh, I know,” he soothed, kissing your temple. “You’re so sensitive.”

You watched through half-lidded eyes as he padded to the bathroom. He returned moments later with a warm, damp cloth and his most ridiculous level of concentration, gently cleaning you up like you were something delicate and precious.

“You’re always so sweet after,” you murmured, voice still hoarse from moaning. “Dangerously good at this whole boyfriend thing.”

He huffed a laugh. “Well, if my girl’s going to hump my thigh like she’s about to combust, I figure she deserves a little pampering after.”

You blushed, hiding your face in the pillow, which only made him laugh harder. He tossed the cloth aside and climbed back into bed, pulling the blankets over you both before wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed his lips to your shoulder, his nose nuzzling your skin.

“You really were desperate, huh?” he teased, whispering against your neck. “Didn’t even ask. Just climbed into my lap like a girl on a mission.”

You turned your head just enough to meet his gaze. “Can you blame me? You in that hoodie, looking all broad and comfy? You were practically inviting me to use you.”

He grinned, eyes crinkling. “I’ll remember that next time I wear it.”

There was a quiet beat. Then, with a playful little smile, you wiggled your hips back against him under the blanket — just enough to grind lightly into his still-bare thigh.

Changbin groaned softly. “Baby…”

“Still ovulating,” you said sweetly, looking up at him through your lashes. “And you did say you weren’t stopping until I couldn’t think anymore…”

He shook his head, laughing, but there was no hiding the way his eyes darkened again. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re still hard,” you said innocently, glancing down between your bodies.

He huffed out a slow breath, running a hand over his face. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You rolled onto your back and reached for him, pulling him close again. “Guess I need another round to make sure.”

Changbin looked down at you, smiling in that soft, adoring way that made your heart ache. He kissed you — slow, deep, with no urgency, just overwhelming affection — before murmuring against your lips:

“Anything you need, baby. Round two it is.”

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User:#0000

Pairing: No Pairing

Genre: Headcanons (SFW)

Warnings: Zombies, Mention of death/Being eaten by zombies, Mention of murder?

Comment: You literally can’t go wrong with zombie au’s, and you hit the nail on the head. I love how you captured the members little quirks as well it’s so cute in that sense, well as cute as a zombie au could be haha

Surviving the apocalypse?

Summary: What if... a zombie apocalypse crushed Stray Kids' lives?

Pairing: no pairing

Genre: headcanons (SFW)

Warning: zombies, mention of death/being eaten by zombies, mention of murder?

Word count: 546 words

Comment: Hope you enjoy it!

Requested by: no one

Written: 03.05.2025

Thanks to: @umwaitwhatwhy

Taglist:@skzdreamer13, @blueohs , @rayzyart

Network: @supernovanetwork , @staynotes

In order of death

Bang Chan

He dies first.

As long as they don’t meet any zombies, he’s good.

He’s finding food, shelter and water and taking care of everyone like a good leader.

Then zombies are attracted to them (Changbin’s loud voice made their position known to half the city) and they have to run away.

He had no problem but, when Jeongin trips and falls over his own feet, Chan rushes back to rescue him and gets bitten, to which he decides to just go and hold back the zombies for as long as he has his own sanity.

I.N

He is good.

He is taken care of.

Sure, he has broken more pots than humanly possible and bumped into anything, it was a surprise he never bumped into a zombie.

Then they have to run.

The first time he trips, Chan saves him.

The second time, he is not so lucky.

Hyunjin

He forgot there was a zombie apocalypse.

Not really, but he somehow thought it was a good idea to wanted around an abandoned painting supply store on his own, maybe steal some brushes, while the others were looking for food.

Little did he know, that place was not abandoned: there were zombies.

Lots of them.

And so they enjoy their Hyunjin flavoured appetiser.

Felix

Felix attempted scavanging and helping out to the best of his abilities while keeping up the morale.

However, he had the bad luck of following Hyunjin in the store and while he managed to escape the zombies for a good while, making his way back to camp, he wasn’t able to outrun them the second time around, when they attacked them as they packed up to leave the spot.

Changbin

Weirdly enough, it’s not zombies that get Changbin.

He is fit, he is determined.

He is also loud, attracting unwanted attention all the time.

No, zombies don’t kill Changbin.

It’s allergies.

The boy is allergic to everything and, unfortunately, he soon finds out that he is not fit to live in the wild.

Han

Somehow managed to survive because he is quick on his feet and he stuck close to the right people (aka Lee Know).

He is very observant at times and he does manage to keep his cool most of the time.

However, he also has a tendency to doze off and fall asleep in the wrong places.

Namely, while looking for food away from Lee Know and Seungmin.

A delicious smell attracted him and after gathering the food, just like the hare, he took a nap, tired and way too used to the rest of the group looking out for him.

Zombies were not very affected by his cuteness, unfortunately.

Seungmin and Lee Know

These two are the last survivors.

They are smart, silent and have camp experience that help me.

The difference here is that Lee Know is more athletic, leaning into the survival aspect of it.

Seungmin, however, is witty enough to outsmart and overcome his physical shortcomings.

In the end, it’s most probably that the forced proximity and absence of live company other than each other will drive them to either separate and die alone, one caught because of a moment of idiocy and the other because he could not fight off the threats nor find any food, or kill each other out of exasperation.

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User:#0000

Pairing: OT8 (Separately) x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Gender Neutral (You/Your)

Warning: Butt slapping in Minho’s

Comment: Okay, this, THIS!!!!!! As someone who has also had experience with ballroom dancing, this is so good! Truly madly deeply good. This is just the height of elegance, and I can’t get enough bro😭

Ballroom dancing with SKZ

Summary: Ballroom dancing never felt so… dreamy

Pairing: OT8 (separately) x reader

Genre: fluff , gender neutral (you/your)

Warning: butt slapping in Minho's

Word count: 687 words

Comment: Hope you like it! And yes, it is based off my own experience

Requested by: no one

Written: 09.05.2025, 11.05.2025

Taglist: @skzdreamer13, @blueohs , @rayzyart

Network: @supernovanetwork , @staynotes

Chan

His hand was delicately around your waist, pulling you close, and your hand was cupped, laid delicately on his.

He mouthed a "ready" before the music started and then gently guided you through every twirl and step of the way.

His comforting and confident gaze observed you, gentle.

He was firm but delicate and surprisingly capable.

However, this was not an effortless skill of his.

What he'd never confess, was that he had spent nights practicing it by himself or with a more than unwilling Jeongin in order to help you and lead you through the dances perfectly.

Lee Know

"Always look your dame in the eyes, especially when bowing!" The teacher shouted.

"That's because neckline can be very exposing and you, as gentlemen, should never have wandering eyes... going down"

Minho smirked and said "I'll watch you in the eyes when I bow but if you're twirling, I will be starting at my property".

"Don't call my butt your property!" You're protested, positioning yourself as usual.

Minho took your right hand in his left and the other one, that was supposed to be on your waist, fell "accidentally" on your ass.

As he gave a squeeze, before pulling it up after a glare from the teacher, he replied: "Why not?"

Changbin

Changbin was intimidated, to say the least.

As he stepped in the room, he found himself surrounded by tall guys all around him and he got self conscious.

It didn't take long, though, for him to get comfortable as the other guys kept stumbling over their own feet and roughly pulling their dames along.

Changbin, kn the other hand, cradled you sweetly, mindful of his strength.

Being inn his arms... it felt like home.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin thought it was going to be romantic.

It was not

Three hours if repeating the same sequence over and over again for hundreds of time was driving him crazy.

It was supposed to be relaxed and precise, with a neutral expression on your face or a hint of a smile.

He hated that.

It felt restricting.

As you threw your heels away and he jumped on the bed with what little energy he had left, he swore to never try that again.

Han

He was nervous.

He agreed to take this on because he thought it would be easy, after all he danced all the time.

How hard could it be?

Apparently, very hard.

At all turns, he kept getting confused or entangled with you, as you two struggled to understand what to do.

As you two fell while practicing in your room, limbs all entangled, you laughed at yourselves and though your dancing was far from perfect, you wouldn't change it for anything in this world.

Felix

As he held you close, your lips inches away from his, he smiled.

"Are you enjoying this?" He uttered, before being silenced by the dance teacher.

A smile was all the confirmation he needed.

And you two waltzed away.

His deep voice resonated in your ear as he whispered the counts to you, to make sure you both followed the rhythm perfectly.

His eyes met yours, filled with adoration and the intimacy of it all made you flush.

Now you truly understood how Disney princesses must have felt.

Seungmin

Seungmin was boiling.

"I swear if he says 'collectivity' once more, I will strangle him" was one of his many threats towards your innocent dance teacher, who was trying to get all couples up to date and in sync.

As you repeated for what felt the hundredth time the same dull sequence, Seungmin started scoffing at other people's dancing between one turn and the other.

"We're clearly the best couple here. Might as well make us the centerpiece, right?"

I.N

It was supposed to be simple.

Step forward, then back and turn.

As easy as it could be.

He was lost observing your focused face that he messed up the turn and bumped into you.

He reddened and apologised profusely, bowing down.

"Sorry, sorry" he said.

"It's okay" you answered, as you twirled around.

Every bump or accidental touch made Jeongin's heart race.

Why was ballroom dancing so... weirdly intimate?

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User:#0000

Pairing: No Pairing

Genre: Headcanons (SFW)

Warnings: Canon amount of violence

Comment: I was never a Hunger Games person, but this made we want to dive in headfirst into everything Hunger Games related that I could get my hands on rn! I’ve at least heard of the districts and let me tell you this is so accurate! Every part, and I love the characterization of each member!

SKZ x Hunger Games

Summary: cross over between SKZ and Hunger Games!

Pairing: no pairing

Genre: headcanons (SFW)

Warning: canon amount of violence

Word count: @skzdreamer13, @blueohs , @rayzyart

Comment: Been binge watching lately

Requested by: no one

Written:03.05.2025

Thanks to: @umwaitwhatwhy for inspiring me to write

Taglist:

Network: @staynotes

Chan

District 3 - Technology

He does not want to kill anyone.

Like, he jumped in because his sister was reaped but he has no intention of killing anyone, though he knows it’s kind of inevitable.

However, he wants to try and escape from the arena somehow so he creates an alliance with that goal.

He is a Capitol darling with his kind and responsible attitude and gets countless sponsors.

His main tactic to stay alive would be to create defensive traps that won’t kill anyone.

Lee Know

District 10 - Livestock

He wasn’t surprised when he got picked and he immediately thought about how to win.

He joined Chan’s alliance with no intention of following through, just biding his time to kill them all once they were the only ones left.

He is quite handy with weapons and knife and he is fairly lethal, having seen livestock being put down and simply trying to recreate that.

He is fairly realistic about his chances.

He is one of the runner-ups but his personality doesn’t get him many sponsors.

Changbin

District 7 - Lumber

Despite his big build, he has no intention of fighting.

With him being jump scared by everything and everyone, his odds weren’t looking too good so he joined in Chan’s alliance.

While he may be good with his fists and stronger than anyone else, he isn’t good with any weapon and doesn’t want to kill or hurt anyone.

He does get some sponsors for his build but his personality doesn’t get him on the runner-ups list.

Hyunjin

District 8 - Textiles

This man almost fainted when he got reaped.

What the hell?

He was so dramatic the whole time but he is also a performer at heart that quickly captures the Capitol’s heart with his fashion style and charming attitude and looks.

He gets lots of sponsors and his main strategy (which he didn’t think much about) was running away and hiding.

He joined Chan cause the other districts didn’t want him.

Han

District 1 - Luxury

First of all: this man was not a career. At all.

He was just minding his own business, called over and waiting for someone to volunteer, as usual.

No one did.

Once that reality settled in, he started to panic.

He wasn’t built for the hunger games.

He was an artist, a creative soul.

What was he gonna do?

Sing a song and hope to bore someone to death?

He was a nervous wreck but managed to put up a nice performance that got him sponsors.

Unfortunately, his skill set was… almost non-existent, as he always thought a career would volunteer in his stead, though he was fairly quick on his feet and death threats were good motivators.

He was the underdog of the underdogs, with bets saying he wouldn’t last the first five minutes (which, to be honest, wouldn’t have been far from the truth if he didn’t ally himself with Chan and the others).

His strategy? Run and hide but he wasn’t really that good at that either so he just followed Chan around and got offered a spot in the alliance after a bit of pleading.

Felix

District 4 - Fishing

The boy was terrorised but he managed to act so sunny, he got the most sponsors ever.

His sunshine disposition made him a darling of the Capitol in no time.

He was quite athletic too, so his odds weren’t that bad.

He was proficient with tridents and nets too, though he mostly did nets.

As he had no intention of killing, he decided to join Chan.

Seungmin

District 12 - Coal mining

Was he surprised? Not particularly.

He knew it was highly possible so he just focused on how to survive.

When he heard about Chan’s alliance he couldn’t help but smile at the opportunity.

He studied poisonous herbs so that he could suggest one last day of truce after all opponents were dead and slip in the others’ water a lil lethal poison.

His main plan was to make others kill each other and then poison the survivors.

Easy, as it could get.

Seungmin also charmed the Capitol, earning sponsors with his quick wit and ruthless attitude.

Jeongin

District 2 - Masonry

The boy was so confused.

He never would have volunteered for it because he was quite literally the clumsiest boy ever.

If he could bump in it, he was going to.

For that reason, his main strategy was hide and pray, though he did resign to his death quite early on.

Chan managed to convince him to try out the alliance plan and he really had no better option.

Only thing that helped him place above Han in the betting list was his physical strength.

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User: #0102

Pairing: Han X Reader

Genre: SFW, Fluff, Best Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Mentions of blood (it’s a fresh tattoo), tooth rotting fluff

Comment: This literally feels so cozy and intimate in the most innocent way possible, the way you portray such meaning and love in one sentence needs to be studied. You are literally such a talent bub ❤️

Ink

network: @staynotes

Pairing: bfs!Jisung x gn!reader

Other Characters: none

Summary: Your best friend and roommate asks you for help with his new tattoo

Genre: fluff, best friends to lovers

Content warnings: mentions of blood (it’s a fresh tattoo), tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 850

A/N: requested for the 150 Follower Event by @lov3rachan who I love so much it hurts!!  

The knock on your door was so soft, you almost didn’t hear it. Almost. When you opened it you found your best friend and roommate standing there, sheepish look on his pretty face, holding his shirt pressed to his chest. You blinked a few times to make sure you saw that correctly - but yes, he was not wearing his shirt, but pressing it to his front, hand on his left peck, arms exposed on his sides. “Hannie?”, you asked with raised eyebrows, ignoring the way your heart jumped at the look of him. You’d seen your best friend in many states, but shirtless wasn’t one of them. And it was not like him to just show up at your doorstep like this. 

“Hey Y/Nnie”, he said, cheeks flushed in the prettiest shade of pink. “I…uhm…I kinda need your help”, he continued. You smiled nervously, trying your best to not stare. How was he so pretty? “My help?”, you asked, watching him nervously step from one foot to the other. He was adorable like this and your poor heart just melted in your chest at the sight. “Yeah…uh..so…”, he all but stammered, clearly struggling to get the question out. “Just say it, Sungie”, you said softly, giving him an encouraging nod. He took a deep breath. Then he dropped the shirt, revealing his sculpted chest - and a very fresh, very raw looking tattoo over his left collar bone. 

“OH MY GOD”, you exclaimed with wide eyes, “YOU GOT A TATTOO?!” Your face lit up with excitement, hands covering your mouth, as you jumped for joy. You knew he’d been wanting to get ink on his skin for a while now, you knew he’d been planning. But this was a whole surprise and you were so happy for him you could scream. A proud grin spread over his face at your reaction. “Told you I’d get one”, he said. “It looks so good, Hannie!” You carefully leaned in to examine it a bit closer. It did look good, but also very fresh, dried blood still stuck to the skin mixed with excess ink. “So, uhm”, Han started again, “I need your help cleaning it. And putting on ointment.” Your eyes went up to his face - that was suddenly very close to yours - as you gave him a questioning look. “I’m kinda afraid to touch it”, he added sheepishly. 

A few moments later you found yourself in the bathroom of your shared apartment, a wet paper towel in hand, as you very gently cleaned your best friend’s new tattoo. You forced yourself to concentrate on the task at hand, forced yourself to ignore how his eyes lingered on your face, how your heart hammered against your ribs, how your skin tingled when your fingers brushed his bare chest. He was perched on the edge of the bathtub with you standing between his legs, letting out small sounds now and then as you cleaned up the mess, revealing the full masterpiece beneath. “It’s gorgeous”, you murmured absentmindedly, not sure if you were talking about the tattoo or his chest, but he grinned either way. “Yeah?”, he asked, and you nodded, eyes locking with his. “Suits you.” 

It took a second for your brain to comprehend what you’d just said. What you’d implied. You’d been crushing on your best friend for a long time, but you’d never openly flirted with him - but this whole situation, this moment, this proximity had you speak before you could think. “It does?”, Jisung said, cheeks fully flushed now, as his hands carefully settled on your hips. “Mhm”, you nodded, throwing the paper towel into the sink without looking, eyes fixed on Jisung’s face. The air seemed to sizzle with something warm, something sweet, something new. For a moment, neither of you spoke, gazes fixed on each other, all soft smiles and careful curiosity. “I better…”, you said, voice stuck in your throat. You wanted to reach for the ointment, but he was faster. 

His hand went up to your face, cupping your cheek, pulling you down towards him. It was tentative, asking, giving you a way out - but you only leaned in, encouraging him. His lips brushed against yours, soft, not quite a kiss, not quite anything, and yet it was everything. He smiled against your smile, his other hand tightening at your waist and then - fireworks erupted, as he pressed his lips onto yours, firm and determined, making sure you knew that he meant it. You melted against him, aware enough to not touch his fresh tattoo as you put both hands on his shoulders, sending a wave of electricity through both of you. You could feel him smile into the kiss, as his hand disappeared into your hair. It was sweet and comfortable and perfect, a kiss you’d never forget. 

When he let you pull away again, his eyes found yours in an instant. You couldn’t hold in your giggles, overwhelmed with happiness, gently running a finger over his cheek. “Wow”, he said, grinning like a ray of sunshine, “I should get tattoos more often.” 

Fenya’s Masterlist

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May 2025 Must-read

Our recommendation list for this Month!

Ten beautiful masterpiece you can read to improve your day!

Genre: fluff

1 per member (and 3 for Jisung)

Mr Husband Material

by @whatdoyouwanttocallmefor - Chan x fem! reader,

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slice of Life

SFW fic

Warnings: None

Summary: It starts with a simple statement, one that has Chan grinning ear to ear, and he can’t help but tease his girlfriend a bit on the matter. Imagining what his life would be like being married to the love of his life, is certainly one way to pass time.

Why I Recommend It: It’s short and sweet, but it sticks with you, this is the type of fluff that will warm your heart for days after you read it. This drabble is the definition of good things coming in small packages. I also recommend this as your daily happy pill, especially if you need a quick fix of Skz and fluff. Also, domestic Chan, like literally that’s all I have to say.

Language Barrier

by @dreaming-medium - Minho x fem! reader.

Genre: fluff, first meeting, first kiss, strangers to lovers

SFW fic ~7k words

Warnings: None

Summary: When the power goes out while you’re in an ATM vestibule, you come to realize you’re stuck inside until the police come to open the door. But there’s one problem, you don’t speak a lick of Korean, and the man inside doesn’t seem to speak an ounce of English.

Why I Recommend It: Have you ever read something so good that it was as if you just watched a full-length feature film? If you haven’t and you want to look no further than Language Barrier. The dynamic between Minho and Y/n is masterfully constructed and expressed through such strong writing, the charm and beauty of this fic is that each read feels like you’re reading it for the first time. There is so much weaved into this, and it really is such a good depiction of two people from different worlds coming together to experience a love that is so real and genuine. It’s just so moving and sweet.

The future in his eyes

by @4linos - Changbin x fem! reader,

Genre: fluff, smut

MDNI/ NSFW fic ~3.4k words

Warnings: fluff, marriage/wedding talks, smut (towards the end)

Summary: After accidentally catching the bouquet at a wedding, Changbin opens up about his feelings, revealing his quiet hopes for a future with you, no pressure, just love.

Why I recommend it: One of my favourite portrayals of Changbin ever, you can just about see his cheeky smile and hear his adorable laugh. This is literally so sweet, I don’t know how to express how good this is, the wedding setting is just the perfect setting that highlights the special dynamic between Y/n and Changbin. Plus, this really is just so wholesome, the romance feels so real and believable, you really feel like y/n.

Promised you forever

by @jeonginsleftcheek – Hyunjin x fem! reader.

Genre: fluff, smut, pinch of angst

MDNI/NSFW fic

Warnings: multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, creampies, oral (m and f), fingering, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy

Summary: After 6 years of being away from the village you grew up in, you're finally visiting your grandparents. You're excited to spend time with them, but your heart beats faster at the thought of seeing your first love.

Why I Recommend It: A diamond in the rough. It’s not often that you stumble across something that changes your outlook on life and romance, but this is such a beautiful, moving piece. This is such a good depiction of Hyunjin, and he really is the perfect man in this. Perfectly imperfect at times but amazing, nonetheless. Ozzy has written something that needs to be read and appreciated in its entirety, it’s no small feat to write a story like this. There is no better feeling than to fully immerse yourself into being y/n and experiencing the love Hyunjin has her. This fic flows like soft stream and envelops you in the ultimate form of love and comfort.

The Happiest

by @hanibalistic - Jisung x fem! reader.

Genre: fluff, angst, romance/ soulmate au, strangers to lovers au

SFW fic ~19.2k words

Warnings: None

Summary: When you found out Jisung was your soulmate, you made the difficult decision to lie to him about it.

Why I Recommend It: This is an adventure and a half and so much more. It explores so much yet over its duration, yet you really can’t get enough of it. THE HAPPIEST is such a unique take on your typical soulmate au-type piece and the eloquent writing style truly does justice to the story. Not to mention this whole thing is just so dreamy and beautiful, if poetry took the form of a fic. I recommend this purely for the sheer excitement you feel when the story starts evolving and going into a direction that you hadn’t anticipated. This is an experience and one that everyone needs in their life.

The Hero Of A Hero

by @furioussheepluminary - Jisung x fem! reader.

Genre: fluff, superhero au, comfort

SFW fic

Warnings: suggestive but make it tooth rotting, injuries, sappy make out session

Summary: When he's done being the hero of the city, he needs saving from the only one who can.

Why I Recommend It: There is something that feels so classic about superhero au’s, and this one is that extra bit classy. Seriously this is honestly such a good take on Spider-man and making this a Han fic is literally perfection, the way KC goes about writing this is one of a kind. It really captures what Spiderman is, down to the world building that is subtle but notable. Also, this is legitimately one of my favourite characterizations of Han Jisung, this entire thing is so him. If you were going to test the waters with a superhero au look no further.

After Hours

by @jisunggy - Jisung x fem! reader.

Genre: office!au, low-key secret dating, low-key forbidden love, fluff, slight angst, suggestive ((Implications of sex but nothing too explicit))

SFW ongoing written series

Warnings: so much bad flirting and banter, dirty thoughts, this whole thing is just me thirsting after Jisung tbh, kissing/ making out, cursing, lying, sexual tension, implied sexy time but nothing too explicit

Summary: You keep coincidentally running into your supervisor after work hours. It's getting harder and harder not to flirt with him...especially since he can't seem to stop flirting back.

Why I Recommend It: Okay, if you want something that is peak K-Drama in every single aspect look no further. This is a pretty popular one that’s been on a recommendations list at least once, but this is for such a good reason. Even if you don’t like office romances or forbidden love, you’d be a fool to not get in on the After Hours trend. This fic series has absolutely everything- lame jokes, not so lame love and it is written so well that you never get tired of the office setting, like this really is such a great series and each part is as good as the last.

Playlist Confessions

by @skzstarl0ver - Felix x fem! reader.

Genre: Classmates to lovers, Slow burn, Smut, Fluff

MDNI/NSFW fic

Warnings: sex, strong tension, cursing, teasing, dirty talk

Summary: Despite partially loathing the idea of adding a song to a shared class playlist, Y/n finds herself perusing the playlist, stumbling across a beautiful low-fi track. The fact it was low-fi was odd enough considering her class almost never took the class playlist seriously, but hidden in the lyrics was a confession from the quiet boy who sat behind her in class.

Why I Recommend It: This is literally so underrated! The set up of this one is so dreamy and magical, the project that Felix and Y/n are paired up to do is such a powerful writing tool to get them to express themselves. This fic is so reminiscent of a coming-of-age story, down to the way Felix expresses his feelings, it feels so youthful and fresh. One of my absolute favourites on this list. If you like feelings expressed through music, you’ll enjoy this one,

Let Go of the Reins

by @kokinu09 - Seungmin x fem! reader,

Genre: strangers to lovers, romance, fluff, slight angst later, happy ending, social media, not meant to be, someday.

SFW ongoing SMAU series

Warnings: None

Summary: Australia is considered home for two of the eight members. When two tour dates are scheduled for the land down under, the boys can’t help but want to spend a bit more time there to visit family and do a little sightseeing. So how do they convince the company that they need to stay a couple weeks? Filming some SKZ Code episodes.

A local riding school just outside the city with amazing reviews for their skilled instructors and beautiful horses is hosting a very popular kpop group to film their experiences. Y/N knows the group well and she just so happens to be their star working student.

Why I Recommend it: Sometimes a series just feels like a home away from home, from the way this is written to having this story set in a riding school in Australia, this is literally such an ideal story, It’s reminiscent of a cozy and quirky romcom. The amount of effort that was put into this series isn’t lost on the reader, trust me, this series will catch you off guard with how cute Y/n and Seungmin’s love story is. It’s framed in such a nice way too, like the touch of realism combined with a cheesy romcom is so charming and makes for such an enjoying read!

How to braid a heart

by @dearmini - Jeongin x fem! reader.

Genre: fluff

SFW fic ~4.3k words

Warnings: pure love, intimacy, cursing, unfunny jokes, bickering, rain (again).

Summary: When you walk in on him learning to braid hair.. for you?

Why I Recommend It: How to braid a heart is elegance from head to toe, and it is a wonderful addition to the selection of fluffy Jeongin works that are out there, and this also happens to be my favourite amongst them. Nerding out for a moment, the visual of this piece really gives you an idea of how absolutely beautiful dearmini’s writing is. From the first sentence you just know you’re going into something that is a treat. You can almost feel exactly what Jeongin is feeling when you read this, which is the standout, you are getting an idea of each facet of Jeongin and Y/n’s relationship and it is so so cute.

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Pairing: 9th Member Au, No pairing/ Ambiguous

Genre: SFW, Fluff, Gender neutral (You/Your)

Warnings: None

Comment: You captured their dynamic so perfectly?! Also props to the word flow, I was hooked from the first sentence and was lowkey sad it ended so soon, I was literally enjoying it that much 🥲 Great work dude!

Month-versary!

Summary: It was not supposed to be a big deal… it was just a month… So how did it turn out like this?

Pairing: 9th member AU, no pairing/ambiguous

Genre: fluff, gender neutral (you/your)

Warning: none

Word count: 773 words

Comment: If you know you know and I threw in lots of quotes. This is basically a self-indulgent tribute to a group of people that made my month and brighten my day daily with their messages! (Also, it’s late. The month-versart was on the 27th)

Requested by: no one

Written: 29.04.2025

Dedicated to: My JYPhamily ( @rayzyart , @skzdreamer13 , @intrikatie , @aneldrichentity , @fenyasnonsense , @blueohs , @umwaitwhatwhy

Taglist: lol I tagged already

Network: @supernovanetwork , @staynotes

It had barely been less than a year since you had joined Stray Kids and exactly one month since you’ve become part of their chaotic family.

It was wonderful, to be fair.

They were always there for you, day and night, and it was without a doubt the most unhinged group you had ever been in.

That day, you weirdly enough had no schedules planned so you were resting at the hotel, relaxing before the day after.

Was it 2 am? Yes, but what could you have done besides that, if sleep evaded you like a plague?

Before you could realise, your room’s door slammed open and a familiar figure threw itself on you, with a loud scream.

“HAPPY MONTHVERSARY!” shouted Changbin from atop you.

As you groaned and swore he broke at least a few ribs, you noticed Lee Know smirking above you.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” You whined with a glare.

With a small “maybe”, the dancer simply whipped out his phone to film you trying to push the clingy rapper off of you.

As Changbin finally got up from you, you saw the rest of the boys in your room with ice cream.

“We got ice cream!” Felix said excitedly, as Seungmin nodded along: “Ice cream makes everything better”.

Han joined in, wrapping his arms around Felix and Seungmin and eyeing the freezer bag: “What they said!”

While you were all eating, Hyunjin, without even thinking first, suddenly bit into your forearm and, for a few moments, you just stared into each other’s eyes, his teeth still delicately nomming on your skin.

When he got up, clearing his throat in embarrassment and mumbling: “If not supposed to bite, why sweet?”

Jeongin commented, hiding it with a few well-placed coughs that didn’t really hide anything: “Average Pabo behaviour in this family”.

Chan simply gave you a letter, a few paragraphs to thank you and, as touching as it was, you couldn’t help but laugh in his face when Lee Know chimed in with his own congratulations: “Welcome to the fam. And thank god, Chan is an adoptoholic!”

“I am not!” the leader defended himself.

“Are too! Old man, hehe” mocked him Seungmin, cackling teasingly.

And there they went, as the boys started listing off whatever was born after Chan.

Though the man tried to act annoyed, no amount of pouting could hide his smile.

Sure, they teased him a lot, but it didn’t mean that they didn’t love him and he fit in perfectly regardless of his age.

So he let them be… for now.

Throughout the whole celebration, Seungmin threatened to leave more times than you could count, fake whining about being teased left and right and claiming he was sleepy.

After the nth time, Chan laughed and commented: “At this point, Min’s signature move is saying he’ll leave and then showing up again repeatedly anyways!”.

As you looked around, you took in the sight.

Changbin and Felix were complimenting each other, simping like there was no tomorrow and just hyping each other up like a married couple, with the younger boy feeling the rapper’s muscles.

Lee Know was running after Hyunjin, apparently on a butt hunt of his own.

Jeongin, on the other hand, was trying to chase away Seungmin, jokingly standing in front of a wheezing-on-the-floor Chan with a hanger.

Behind the vocalist puppy, Jisung was just hyping them up.

“I’m so grateful for this… everything… meeting you all… I’m so glad this happened!” You replied, tearing up.

“Thank you so much!” You added, tears starting to roll off your cheeks.

With fake annoyance, Lee Know opened his arms to you and brought you in, clicking his tongue and replying: “Gosh, it’s almost like we love and care for you or something”.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this!” you added in between sobs, wrapped in Minho’s arms.

“You exist, that’s all” Chan said, engulfing all of you in his arms and turning it into a sappy group hug.

After a bit, Seungmin whined from his spot, sandwiched between Chan and Han: “This is sappy. It’s going to destroy my fierce and scary reputation”.

Felix laughed, breaking the hug as you all exploded in laughter: “What reputation?”

“Can’t destroy something that isn’t there, Minnie” added Hyunjin.

Bonus scene

The day after, in the changing room, Jeongin suddenly got up, shouting an audible “Fuck!”.

As you all looked at him, waiting for context, he added: “I forgot to show you the random presentation I made you all with reasons why I love you!”.

“And that’s why we all share one braincell” dryly replied with a chuckle Lee Know.

Pics that should be appreciated and I found while looking for header pics:

Han’s outfit is lit