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accidentally sending bff!skz a nude | ot8



synopsis: title speaks for itself!
pairing: ot8!bff!skz x reader (separately)
genre: smut (MDNI)
warnings: mentions of sex, body insecurity in seungmin's
notice: hello, my loves! this is my first fake message post! i have been wanting to do a post like this for a while, so i hope you enjoy!
divider by: @anitalenia
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CHAPTER XVII: Merry Christmas?
trope: fem!9th skz member warnings: angst, drama, insecure oc, cyber bullying, slow burn pairings: hyunjinxfem!oc prev|next

WHEN ISEUL WAS ADDED TO the Stray Kids group chat, it didn’t take long for her to gather that it was quite useless. And it took even lesser time to mute the group.
It wasn’t a big deal, she was only missing out on Han’s cursed memes, Felix’s bizarre TikToks, and the group’s constant arguments over the tiniest things. Besides, Chan or her manager always DM’d her the important stuff anyway.
Except they didn’t today.
Even words couldn’t describe her surprise when she walked into the dorm overflowing with people after a particularly exhausting vocal practice. And not just any people, but members of GOT7, TWICE, and ITZY, the very idols she had looked up to back when she was a trainee.
At first, she thought she was hallucinating. Maybe she had finally lost it, cracked under the pressure of the debut. Because why the hell would Jackson, Yugyeom and Jinyoung be sprawled in the living room, chatting with others as if it’s the most normal thing to do while Momo and Jihyo were cooing over Jeongin like he was a baby chick?
And why else would Yeji, Ryunjin and Hyunjin be mocking dance choreographies in the most hilariously stupid way?
And was that Bambam, Chan and Sana playing beer pong on the kitchen table?
It wasn’t until Changbin had pointed at her, laughing loudly at her expression, that she realised they were very much real.
“Oh my god,” he wheezed. “You look like you saw a ghost.”
No, Iseul wanted to say. A ghost wouldn’t give me a jump scare like this. But her mouth refused to cooperate, caught somewhere between gaping and grimacing as her eyes darted from idol to idol in disbelief.
Everyone was here.
And not in the casual, ‘Oh, we bumped into each other in the hallway’ kind of way—but in the ‘we’ve-been-here-awhile, made-ourselves-comfortable, and-might-never-leave’ kind of way.
And then, as if choreographed, they all turned to look at her.
She froze. Her tote bag slipped from her shoulder, dangling by a thread, but she didn’t even notice. Every nerve in her body screamed in slow motion as she made eye contact with Jinyoung—who offered her a polite smile so powerful it might’ve stopped time.
She blinked. Okay. Stay calm. Be normal. Just act normal.
Somehow, her body remembered what to do before her brain did.
She bowed stiffly. “Annyeonghaseyo, sunbaenim.”
A chorus of voices responded all at once—some telling her to drop the formalities, others laughing and calling her cute. But only one voice truly landed.
Tzuyu gave her a soft, almost shy smile and said, “Merry Christmas, Iseul-ah.”
In that moment, if someone had shot her in the heart, Iseul would’ve accepted it gladly.
And then it hit her.
Christmas?
Her eyes flicked around the dorm again, this time taking in the fairy lights tangled between cabinets, the paper snowflakes taped haphazardly to the windows, the faint instrumental of Mariah Carey playing from someone’s phone. There was even a tiny, plastic tree standing proudly on top of the coffee table, decorated with ramen packet wrappers and a single sock.
Was she so exhausted that she forgot about Christmas?
She swallowed hard.
God, her parents were going to kill her.
She also noticed something else—her clothes. She was overwhelmingly underdressed in her plain hoodie and sweatpants, a stark contrast to the festive energy buzzing through the room. Everyone else was dressed up, some in bright reds and greens, others in cozy holiday sweaters, while she looked like she’d just rolled out of bed.
A flush crept up her neck.
Then, Chan squinted at her, a playful crease forming between his brows. “Wait, why does she look like that? Did no one tell her about the early Christmas party?”
There was a beat of silence.
And as if it was all planned, her members at once turned and pointed at Han.
Han looked up from his cup, blinking innocently. “What? I did tell her. I messaged her three days ago in the group—”
Minho, who was lounging on the floor with a cup of cider and absolutely no patience, didn’t even look up as he muttered, “She has muted the group chat, you dumbass.”
Han gawked, scandalized. “She what?”
“Can you blame her?” Seungmin chimed in dryly from the armrest beside him. “Half the time it’s just you sending memes of screaming frogs at 3AM.”
“They’re art, you uncultured swine,” Han pointed. “Plus, she sent a thumbs-up.”
“That was a reaction to Felix’s TikTok,” she snapped.
Felix looked like he was going to cry, “Who reacts to a TikTok with a thumbs-up?”
“It was the only acceptable reaction I could think of that wasn’t going to hurt your feelings.”
The room erupted into laughter. Even Ryujin, mid-mocking dance move, paused to clap.
Iseul blinked, her heart still pounding from the sudden influx of laughter and warmth filling the room. “Wait. So… it’s not actually Christmas?”
“Of course not,” Jeongin piped up from between Momo and Jihyo. “It’s an early Christmas party. We leave for year-end schedules soon, remember?”
And just like that, the knot in her chest unravelled. Her knees nearly buckled with the wave of relief that hit her. She hadn’t missed Christmas. Her parents weren’t going to disown her. She still had time to buy presents. And maybe sleep. Eventually.
“God,” she muttered, dragging a hand down her face. “I thought I’d actually time-travelled or something.”
Minho, still lounging with his cider, smirked. “What you need right now is a good, hot shower. Go freshen up quick before you pass out.”
Iseul nodded as she toed off her shoes, grateful for the no-nonsense vibe he always brought and shuffled towards her room muttering greetings, sorry-es, and I’ll be back soon to idols she had never imagined interacting with.
Gosh, she will never live this day down.

Iseul stepped out of her room feeling a bit more confident. The soft, oversized sweater she now wore was the same one she and Jeongin had picked out on their recent shopping trip—a cozy shade of cream with tiny embroidered stars that made her smile every time she caught a glimpse of it. She’d put on just a touch of makeup—nothing heavy, just enough to brighten her complexion and make her feel presentable.
Just as she was about to head into the living room, two familiar figures appeared in her path. Jeongin, somehow managing to wriggle free from the grip of Jihyo and Momo, grabbed her hand. Seungmin followed close behind, eyes twinkling with mischief.
“We’ve got snack duty,” Jeongin announced, tugging her toward the kitchen. “And you’re gonna do the work with us.”
Iseul barely hesitated—anything to delay mingling with the visiting idols was welcome. She let herself be led into the kitchen, grateful for the brief reprieve.
She busied herself by pouring chips into a bowl, the crinkle of the bag loud in the otherwise quiet space. Jeongin glanced down and pointed at her sweater. “Hey—that’s the one we bought together, right?”
Iseul nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
Seungmin squinted at her face, then leaned in with a teasing grin. “And you’re actually wearing makeup.”
Her cheeks flushed instantly. “God forbid a girl tries to look good,” she shot back, a defensive edge to her voice. “Now, will you two stop your conspiracy theories and take out the drinks?”
They obeyed, but Jeongin remained suspicious. “You never act like this around us. It’s weird.”
Iseul rolled her eyes, “Oh, don’t be ridiculo-”
“-Don’t you get it Innie?” Seungmin cut her off and Iseul could practically feel the smirk in his tone, “Iseul here has a crush on Jackson hyung. Didn’t you see her making heart eyes at him earlier?”
Iseul froze mid-pour, the chip bag suspended in her hand.
Slowly, she turned to glare at Seungmin, scandalized. “I did not make heart eyes.”
“You did,” Seungmin insisted, unfazed and far too smug for someone who was about to get decked. “You literally smiled so wide, your cheeks nearly ate your eyes. I thought you were gonna cry when he said hi to you.”
Jeongin gasped dramatically. “Hyung, she only smiles at me like that when I bring her yogurt.”
Which was, ironically, the exact moment Iseul noticed the unmistakable sound of a yogurt lid being peeled open.
It shouldn’t have mattered.
She was trying to cut down anyway. Less sugar, less dairy, less everything if she wanted to maintain her weight. But something about the way Seungmin looked so casual—lounging against the counter like he hadn’t just obliterated the last bit of comfort food she’d been saving for herself—sent her blood pressure spiking.
“You’re dead to me,” she whispered, horror dawning on her face.
Seungmin just raised an eyebrow and had the audacity to take another spoonful. “Relax,” he said around a mouthful of yogurt, “you can buy a new one tomorrow.”
Why couldn’t this menace of a man understand that she was already on edge? Exhausted from her vocal coach’s endless nitpicking, ambushed by surprise guests, emotionally wrung out—and all she wanted was one tiny cup of yogurt to make the world feel manageable again.
“I can’t just buy a new one, Seungmin,” she seethed. “This was the strawberry Greek yogurt. The one with the bits. The one with the actual crunch on top. It’s a rare species.”
Seungmin blinked. “I thought it was peach.”
“It was not peach!”
“Honestly? Tasted like peach.”
“YOU DON’T EVEN APPRECIATE IT—!”
At that, Jeongin wisely ducked behind the fridge door like a shield. Iseul flung the empty chip bag at Seungmin’s head, which he dodged with an infuriatingly smug laugh.
“I’m serious!” she cried. “Do you know what today was like for me?! Do you know how many times I got told to open my throat and lift my soft palate and find my fucking resonance zone? Do you know how many Jackson Wang eye contacts I’ve survived?! I earned that yogurt!”
Seungmin was still spooning the last creamy swirls from the cup. “You’re really making a scene.”
“Oh, I will make a crime scene.”
Jeongin, half-panicked and half-thrilled, burst out from behind the fridge and ran back to the living room. “CHAN-HYUNG! EMERGENCY!”
“Tell him I died doing what I loved!” Seungmin shouted after him, holding the yogurt up like a trophy.
Iseul saw red.
With an unholy screech, she launched herself at him. He barely had time to react before she tackled him sideways into the cabinets, sending a half-empty pack of paper cups flying through the air.
“MY KNEE!” he yelled dramatically.
“MY YOGURT!”
They collapsed onto the floor in a tangle of limbs, her trying to wrestle the spoon out of his hand, him laughing so hard he could barely defend himself.
“Give it back!” she shrieked, as though he hadn’t already eaten half of it.
“You can’t un-eat yogurt!” Seungmin laughed, somehow managing to twist out of her grip.
“Oh, you better!”
Iseul and Seungmin were already rolling around on the floor like deranged five-year-olds. She had him in a headlock, one hand trying to grab the yogurt cup while he flailed, still managing to shovel in another spoonful with a triumphant grin.
“You demon!” she shouted.
“You gremlin!” he countered, howling with laughter.
That was exactly the scene the rest of the party walked in on—Stray Kids, TWICE, GOT7 and ITZY alike, crowding the kitchen doorway in stunned silence.
Chan’s voice was hoarse, halfway between disbelief and fatherly resignation. “You were supposed to bring snacks. Not ruin them.”
Minho, entirely unbothered, sipped his cider. “Let them fight it out.”
“Are they… biting?” Yunah asked, half-laughing, half-horrified.
“I think she’s going for his kneecaps,” Jaebeom observed, eyes wide.
“Should we… do something?” Jihyo offered, already stepping forward to intervene.
But Changbin had doubled over, laughing into Hyunjin’s shoulder as Han was practically crying in the background. “This is the best party we’ve ever thrown.”
Felix clapped his hands, positively beaming. “We should livestream this!”
Meanwhile, Iseul had finally managed to wrestle the yogurt cup out of Seungmin’s hand—only to realize it was almost empty.
“You monster,” she hissed.
“You were cutting down on dairy anyway,” he wheezed, his hoodie half off his shoulder, hair sticking out in every direction. “I’m helping you!”
Iseul looked ready to commit murder.
But fortunately (or unfortunately), Chan finally stepped forward, exhaling a long breath as he knelt down and grabbed both Iseul and Seungmin by their shoulders, pulling them apart with surprising strength.
“Alright, enough!” His voice was firm but tired. “What the fuck is wrong with you two?”
Iseul and Seungmin sat back on their knees, faces flushed and breathing hard. The sudden awareness of the crowd of idols packed into the kitchen hit them like a wave. Their eyes met, a mixture of embarrassment and stubborn defiance flickering between them.
Neither of them said a word.
“Are you going to explain or keep acting like children?” Chan asked, his voice losing patience.
Iseul opened her mouth, but Seungmin shook his head.
“Nope,” he said flatly.
“Yeah,” Iseul echoed. “It’s stupid.”
There was a beat. Then Hyunjin and Changbin exchanged amused glances, suppressing chuckles.
Minho stepped forward with a smirk. “Fine. Then I guess we’re going for the weakest link.”
He turned to Jeongin, who looked like he’d rather disappear into the floor.
“Jeongin, I swear to god, if you snitch—” Iseul began, narrowing her eyes.
“Innie, you don’t want everyone to see your browser history, now do you?” Minho interrupted smoothly, his grin turning mischievous.
Poor Jeongin crumpled under the combined threat and blackmail, voice trembling but resigned.
“Alright, alright. It all started earlier, when Iseul was—uh—apparently ‘making heart eyes’ at Jackson hyung during the performance.”
“Heart eyes?” Yugyeom asked, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah,” Jeongin continued, cheeks reddening. “And then Seungmin started teasing her, saying she had a crush on Jackson hyung.”
“That’s not even the worst part,” Jeongin added, eyes wide as he recalled. “She got so mad she threw a bowl of chips at Seungmin.”
“A bowl of chips?” Chaeryeong echoed in disbelief.
“And then they started wrestling over the last yogurt,” Jeongin finished, voice low, “because Seungmin ate it.”
Everyone blinked, and then the room exploded with laughter and teasing, the ridiculousness finally breaking the tension.
Chan just shook his head, muttering, “I swear, this dorm is a circus.”
Iseul and Seungmin exchanged an exasperated glance, their truce unspoken but understood— at least until they got their revenge on Jeongin.

They eventually settled down—mostly.
The kitchen was behind them now, though its echoes hadn’t entirely left. The teasing was still bubbling, scattered like embers in a fire that had calmed but refused to die out. Seungmin was still catching side-eyes from Iseul, who kept muttering dire yogurt-related threats under her breath like an angry prayer. Jeongin and Tzuyu were trying to pile exactly nine blankets on top of Chan as some sort of bizarre inside joke, and Han had stolen the whiteboard meant for scorekeeping to draw progressively cursed caricatures of the entire room.
But the chaos had softened. The lights were low. Music buzzed faintly under the chatter—something jazzy and festive, blending into the background like snow.
Hyunjin leaned back on his palms, legs stretched out, shoulder brushing Changbin’s. It was warm. Lived-in. This wasn’t some high-stakes industry function, no cameras or stylists—just idols half out of their performance polish, tangled together in the loose knot of something that almost felt like a makeshift family.
Then, Bambam decided to ruin it all.
“Y’know Lee Know here had something very interesting to say,” he started, his grin devilish, eyes glittering with mischief as he nodded toward Minho—who immediately froze, mid-sip of yet another cider.
“Oh no,” Minho muttered, sensing betrayal a heartbeat too late.
“Something,” Bambam continued grandly, “about a secret Ahgase among us.”
A beat of silence followed. The kind of silence that hangs thick in the air before a storm breaks.
Minho sighed the sigh of a man who had made one grave mistake in confidence and was now reaping what he sowed but Bambam paid no heed to it. Instead, with with an overdramatic theatrical flair, Bambam pointed at Iseul, “It’s none other than Zhao Iseul!”
A gasp rippled through the room—some fake, some far too delighted to be fake. Iseul’s entire soul visibly left her body.
Iseul’s entire soul visibly left her body.
“What? No way! That’s— that’s not true! I’m not an Ahgase,” she protested, cheeks coloring with a mix of embarrassment and indignation. “I mean, I respect all groups, but I don’t st— ”
“I saw the photocards you had hidden under your bed.” Felix said calmly, like he was just stating the weather.
Iseul’s eyes widened; mouth snapping shut as all eyes turned toward her like the spotlight had found its mark. The room held its breath for a second, waiting for her reaction, then erupted into a mixture of laughter and teasing jeers.
Unexpectedly, it was Jinyoung who asked the next question.
“Who was your bias then?”
The room collectively leaned forward, every idol and trainee suddenly far too invested. Even Jeongin paused in mid-blanket placement, mouth slightly open like he was watching a drama unfold live.
Iseul looked around wildly, as though an escape route might materialize between the coffee table and Tzuyu’s socked feet.
“No one!” she blurted out. “I didn’t have a bias. I was an OT7 fan. I loved everyone equally. Equally! Equality is important!”
“Lies,” said Jaebeom from somewhere behind the couch.
Iseul opened her mouth, maybe to protest again, maybe to implode on the spot—but she didn’t get the chance.
Because Changbin, sweet, traitorous Changbin, chose that exact moment to clear his throat loudly.
“I mean,” he said, hands raised in mock innocence, “if we’re being honest—wasn’t there that one time in the dorm when she tried to roast me by saying I’d never be as cool as ‘her real idol’?”
Iseul whipped her head toward him so fast the sound of her neck turning was practically audible.
Chaeyeong let out a snort, “Damn Iseul-ah, that's brutal.”
“No, no, it was taken out of context!” Iseul yelped, lunging for a throw pillow to hide her face. “He was being annoying! And I didn’t mean idol like idol—I meant, like, inspirational figure! Like, symbolically! Like—like a metaphor!”
“Oh yeah?” Changbin grinned, utterly unrepentant. “Was it a metaphor when you said, and I quote, ‘Jackson could do a backflip while singing and still have a better rhythm than you’?”
Dead silence. Then:
Jackson stood up.
He didn’t say anything. He just stood; arms spread slightly like a smug Greek statue brought to life.
And Hyunjin—well, Hyunjin forgot how to breathe for a second.
Not because of Jackson. Though the man did look insufferably majestic, bathed in the soft gold glow of the overhead lights, a smirk carved across his face like he’d just been declared king of the dorm. No, it wasn’t that.
It was Iseul.
Or rather, the way she looked like she wanted the couch to swallow her whole. Eyes wild. Hands gripping a throw pillow like a shield. Ears red. Lips parted in stunned horror.
She was so mortified it somehow looped back around to endearing.
And that was the problem, wasn’t it?
Because Hyunjin had been trying really, really hard not to think about how endearing she could be when flustered. Not to notice the little things. Like the way she tugged her sleeves over her fingers when she was overwhelmed, or how her voice pitched up when she lied—like now, when she’d practically declared herself an ambassador for equality just to dodge the bias question. She was terrible at lying. It was kind of adorable.
Jackson turned slightly, hand over his chest like he was accepting an award. “Iseul-ah. I had no idea I was your standard of excellence.”
“You’re not!” she practically screamed, launching a decorative cushion at him. “I was fifteen! It was a phase!”
“Clearly not one of your best moments,” Jinyoung added.
Hyunjin pressed the heel of his palm to his mouth, trying to stop the giggles spilling out of him. It wasn’t working. Not even a little. Across the floor, Minho was cackling. Jeongin had fully collapsed against Tzuyu, giggling. Even Chan—buried under nine blankets like a human lasagna—was wheezing.
But all Hyunjin could focus on was Iseul, who looked like she was both about to cry and spontaneously combust.
He probably should’ve helped. Said something to defuse it. Reached out, maybe, changed the subject, taken pity on her like a decent person would.
But he didn’t.
Because part of him—deep, hidden, terrible—liked seeing her like this. Not humiliated. Just… cracked open. Human. Real. Not the careful, poised version of herself she carried into rehearsals. Not the quiet girl who kept half her thoughts to herself. This Iseul—the one who yelled at Jackson and threatened Seungmin over yogurt and accidentally exposed herself as a lowkey GOT7 fangirl—was messy and warm and kind of ridiculous.
And Hyunjin was in so much trouble.
Jackson, meanwhile, was fully soaking it up. “So, just to confirm—you did say I had better rhythm than Changbin?”
“Metaphor!” she wailed.
“I’m honoured.”
“I’ll cancel you online.”
Felix, now crying from laughter, wiped his eyes. “Hyung, please. Spare her. She’s never going to emotionally recover.”
“Why should he?” Chaeryeong chimed in, grinning. “She set herself up!”
“I didn’t set anything up!” Iseul groaned. “This is character assassination!”
Hyunjin didn’t mean to laugh.
But he did. It slipped out—low and unguarded—and Iseul turned toward the sound instantly. Her eyes narrowed. She pointed at him, accusingly.
“You! You’re enjoying this!”
His lips twitched. “I’m merely observing.”
“Asshole!”
The room roared with laughter, but beneath it, a surprising ripple ran through the group. The casual, sharp edge in Iseul’s voice—the unexpected curse—made Hyunjin’s pulse skip in a way he wasn’t quite ready to admit. He shifted slightly, trying not to stare as that sudden spark of boldness seemed to light her up differently, something fierce and real beneath the teasing.
Then Sana cut in smoothly, “Tell me, Iseul-ah, what’s the most embarrassing thing one of the boys has done?”
Instant groans echoed around the room. Jeongin immediately started protesting, while Minho looked like he might pull out his air fryer in defence. Yet, beneath the teasing resistance, a tangible anticipation hung in the air. Even the usually rowdy GOT7 had quieted, eager to catch every juicy detail from the Stray Kids’ camp.
“Well…” Iseul began, casting a glance around the room, “there was this one-time Changbin oppa tried to impress me by cooking dinner and somehow managed to set off the smoke alarm twice in one night.” She grinned, shaking her head. “Safe to say, the fire department almost became our uninvited guests.”
The room burst into laughter again, Changbin’s face twisting between embarrassment and pride. “Hey! At least I tried!” he defended, raising a mock salute.
The questions came fast after that.
“So, Iseul-ah,” Yeji leaned in with a cat-like grin, “be honest—who has the weirdest sleeping habit?”
Iseul blinked, trying to mentally flip through her list of traumas. “Channie oppa sleep-talks in different accents,” she said finally. “Last week he told someone to ‘cease fire’ in what I think was a Scottish pirate voice.”
The room erupted.
“No way,” Dahyun wheezed, nearly falling off the arm of the couch. “That’s oddly specific!”
“I do not—!” Chan started, only for Jeongin to cut in gleefully.
“You also once called me ‘Private Yang’ in your sleep and told me to secure the perimeter.”
Everyone lost it.
“I’m a man of many layers,” Chan muttered into his hands.
Seungmin deadpanned, “And apparently, military trauma.”
“Next question,” Ryujin grinned, eyes gleaming. “Who takes the longest to get ready in the morning?”
Iseul didn’t hesitate. “Hwang.”
Hyunjin’s head snapped up. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t ‘excuse me’ me,” Iseul said, pointing at him with a mock glare. “You once spent fifteen minutes trying to decide if your earrings clashed with your vibe.”
“They did clash!” Hyunjin insisted, scandalized. “I was going for tortured-artist-meets-accidental-angel, not streetwear disaster.”
“Tell that to the breakfast you skipped because you couldn’t pick between two beanies,” Iseul added, crossing her arms.
“You’re just mad because I looked better in both,” he shot back, but his ears were already turning red.
“They both were black!” She cried, with the tone of someone who had known true despair. “Same beanie. Different labels.”
That did it. Jeongin slid off the couch entirely, dissolving into a heap on the floor. Minho actually wheezed, shoulders shaking. Even Jinyoung cracked a rare grin.
Hyunjin threw his hands in the air. “You people don’t understand vision.”
The room howled.
“Next question,” Jihyo said, biting back a grin. “Iseul-ah, who’s the loudest in the dorm?”
Iseul didn’t even blink. “You would have expected it to be Changbin oppa but it’s actually Han.”
“WHAT?” Han shouted from the floor, exactly proving her point. “That’s slander!”
“You hum movie soundtracks at 3 a.m.”
“It’s ambiance!”
“You recite your own raps in the shower.”
“That’s rehearsal!”
“You narrated your cereal-making process yesterday. Out loud.”
Han looked around for support. “You guys like it, right?”
“I felt like I was in a cooking show hosted by a sleep-deprived squirrel,” Seungmin muttered.
“And yet,” Han said proudly, “the cereal slapped.”
Everyone groaned.
“No more holding back,” Bambam declared, kicking his legs over the arm of the couch like a judge delivering a sentence. “We want scandal, Iseul-ah. Gimme dorm dirt. Real exposé type stuff.”
“Dirt?” Iseul blinked, already wary.
“Scandalous dorm confessions,” Lia chimed in, eyes gleaming. “We want secrets.”
Iseul side-eyed Chan, who just buried his face in a cushion with a groan. “I regret inviting all of you.”
“No, you don’t,” Jinyoung said mildly. “Let her speak.”
“Okay,” Yuna leaned in with a grin. “Who walks around the dorm with the least clothes on?”
Iseul’s jaw dropped. “What kind of question—?!”
“Answer the question, Your Honor,” Ryujin added, smacking the armrest for dramatic flair.
Iseul sighed, giving in. “Chan oppa. No hesitation. Shirtless at all hours. Even when it’s snowing. I think he has a personal vendetta against sweaters.”
The room exploded with laughter again, Chan’s muffled protests lost beneath the noise. “I do not have a vendetta!” he shouted, glaring but smiling. “I’m just… liberated.”
Bambam grinned. “Liberated, huh? That’s one way to put it. Next question — who’s the biggest neat freak? The one who actually makes the bed and doesn’t let a sock lie around?”
Iseul smirked, tapping her chin like a seasoned detective. “That would be Minho oppa, no contest. He’ll rearrange the fridge just to make sure the yogurt faces the right way.”
Minho nodded proudly. “Order is peace.”
“Iseul-ah,” Ryujin said, her eyes narrowing like a cat ready to pounce. “Last one. You must answer. No dodging. If you had to share a room with one member for a whole year... no switching, no breaks... who would you choose?”
Hyunjin suddenly looked up, way too casual.
Iseul scanned the room, clearly weighing her choices like it was life or death.
“Seungmin,” she said finally.
“WHAT?” Han cried.
“Not even me?” Chan gasped dramatically.
“I do the dishes!” Changbin pouted.
Hyunjin’s eyes flickered sharply toward Iseul, a flash of something unspoken—hurt? surprise?—hidden behind his calm façade while Seungmin had a smug expression on his face.
“Why him?” Sana demanded.
Seungmin retaliated, “If not me then who?”
“Because,” Iseul said, “he has noise-cancelling headphones, doesn’t snore, and is emotionally stable.”
“I am emotionally stable!” Felix said, clearly offended.
“You almost cried over a broken eyeliner pencil,” Iseul reminded him.
“It was limited edition!”
Tzuyu tossed a blanket over both their heads to shut them up.
For a beat, the room slipped into a lazy hum again—laughter dying down into chuckles, limbs tangled comfortably into cushions and carpet. Someone (probably Lia) was humming off-key. The jazzy playlist had turned into some lo-fi holiday remix that made the windows feel frosted even though they weren’t.
Iseul pulled the blanket off her head eventually, hair slightly static, and caught Hyunjin looking.
He didn’t look away this time.
And to his surprise, she didn’t either.
Not immediately.
Instead, she gave him a look that was equal parts I hate you and you’re lucky I’m too tired to fight. Then she rolled her eyes—dramatic, slow—and leaned back into the couch with the kind of exaggerated sigh that meant she wasn’t really mad.
Hyunjin’s smile, when it came, was small but stupidly fond.
Yep.
He was absolutely screwed.

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STORY HINT: Later when they all left, Jackson went on Twitter to upload a selfie of the hangout with caption “Just found out I’ve been someone’s high school crush this whole time. Should’ve worn nicer shoes.” It’s safe to say it broke the internet.
HEY YALL lol i was sittin on this chapter for so long but I waited cause i wanted to upload it on my bday LMFAO Yea yer girl is one year closer to her death so cheers to that bahahhaa Anywhoo, I genuinely never thought that this series will get sm love, like it was so unexpected but am i complaining? NAUR. I js wanna thank yall for showing sm love and waiting patiently and encouraging me to write yet another chapter. I really really love yall <3 Stay safe! ~candy
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Cuuuuuuuuuuuute 💙
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#skz felix#lee felix#stray kids#kpop idols#pretty boy#makeup#tank top#jewelry#backstage#stylist#bleached hair#blondie#smile#smiling#boys in makeup#felix lee#felix#skz#kpop bg#boys#kpop boys
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The type photo your boyfriend sends you of him and his boys when they're away on a trip 😩
YOU GUYS I MISS YOUUU I MISS TUMBLR I MISS WRITING (EVEN THOUGH I HAVE SOMETHING SITTING IN DRAFTS THAT I HAVENT FINISHED)
but who knows? I may or may not post a little one shot drabble just inspired by these pictures 🤭
I'll post soon love you all 🤍
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Recommendation list
Here is a little collection of my favorite stray kids stories i read last year. Shout out to all the amazing writers on this list. I hope you find something you like to read. Enjoy!
Bang Chan:
makeup time by gnabnahc317cb97
let me in your ocean, swim by skzms
slytherin bangchan hogwarts au by slytherinbangchan
everything that we need is here by youknowwhatelseisbig
happy by agi-ppangx
Lee Minho:
so tight i'd bruise you by wynn-43
and at last i see the light by lieslab
all i want for christmas by hwangism143
catnip and kidnappings by kaciidubs
constellations by nmn-yty
Seo Changbin:
seasons with you by jeonginsleftcheek
just call my name ill be there by feelbokkie
the alternative by astraystayyh
confession by baby-yongbok
mezzanine by hwajin
Hwang Hyunjin:
best friend jealousy by lixie-phoria
practice makes perfect by soobnny
the snow falls we fall apart by astraystayyh
here is the plan by hyunjins-orange-slice-too
from eden by minhosimthings
Han Jisung:
my jokes are my amour by wynn-43
sunflower by coichii
behind the Camera, In His Heart by 0omill0
volcano by astraystayyh
chronic by httpdwaekki
Felix:
coffee fix by jinhyun
more than friends by charlieg1rl
sandcastles by luvtak
unfair by wendyyyyyyyy
hang the moon by lixies-favorite-cookie
Seungmin:
tangled lines by ivyues
stuffies by seungfl0wer
promise by hwajin
moments of love by imagine-a-life-like-this
the subtle art of cliche confessions by starseungs
Jeongin:
paired up by sheerfreesia
subtle pining by lixie-phoria
my girl by soobnny
white nail polish by dreaming-medium
you can have it by cosmicalily
More member:
3Racha when you’re nonverbal by finnbbl
i love you by lieslab
the final straw by gnabnahc317cb97
protection by jinnie-ret
you were a bet by dreamescapeswriting
#kpop#south korea#stray kids#stray kids imagine#skz#skz x reader#skz imagines#hyunjin#bang chan#skz bang chan#stray kids bang chan#lee know#skz lee minho#lee minho#changbin#han jisung#lee know x reader#bang chan x reader#changbin skz#changbin x reader#hyunjin x reader#hwang hyunjin#han x reader#han jisung x reader#felix stray kids#felix lee#felix x reader#skz seungmin#seungmin x reader#jeongin x reader
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FELIX :: CHARMER @ LOLLAPALOOZA 2024
#bystay#staysource#createskz#stray kids#skz#bang chan#hyunjin#seungmin#i.n#changbin#han#lee know#felix#seo changbin#yang jeongin#jeongin#hwang hyunjin#bangchan#felix lee#kim seungmin#lee minho#han jisung#jisung#mine:gifs#lq gifs!
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my man ?! || lee felix


ᯓᡣ𐭩 felix x fem!reader. genre : fluff & smut.
synopsis. in which your boyfriend gets mistaken for a girl but you're the only one to know how manly he is 𝜗𝜚 ⸝⸝ m.list ♡
You’d lost count of how many times people had mistaken your boyfriend for a girl. Maybe it was his soft features, the way his long hair framed his face, or the delicate way he carried himself in public.
And today it happened again, at a café. The barista, an older woman with kind eyes, had smiled warmly at him. "What can I get for you, sweetheart?" He ordered his usual, then you added yours. But before you could step away, she turned to you with an even bigger smile.
"Your girlfriend is so beautiful!" You saw it happen in real time, the moment your boyfriend’s soul left his body. His jaw clenched, fingers tightening around his wallet. You bit back a laugh, barely holding it together as the woman continued gushing.
"She has such delicate features! You’re a lucky young lady." Your boyfriend exhaled, slow and controlled. Then, without correcting her, he handed over the cash and grabbed the drinks. "Thanks," he muttered, walking away without looking back. You followed him outside, and the second the door shut behind you, you lost it.
"Your girlfriend is so beautiful" you wheezed, clutching your stomach.
He sighed, rubbing his temples. "If one more person-"
"But, babe, she wasn’t wrong!~"
His head snapped toward you. "You think this is funny?"
"A little bit." You grinned. "I mean… you are beautiful." His jaw ticked.
“Oh, so you think this is funny?” His voice was dangerously calm, but the way he lifted his eyebrow told you exactly what was coming.
Your breath hitched. “A little bit.”
Felix hummed, tilting his head as he looked down at you. “Alright,” he murmured, fingers curling around your wrist.
"You better make this up to me later," he muttered.
—
The moment you stepped inside, Felix shut the door with a quiet click. The air between you shifted, slowly, he turned, expression unreadable as he gazed down at you.
"Strip." he says. Your breath caught. Felix had always been the gentle type, but when it came to this? He was careful but firm. Always soft, but never hesitating. You swallowed, hands moving to the hem of your shirt. His eyes darkened as he watched you peel it off, followed by your bra, leaving you bare under his heated gaze.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, stepping closer. “But you already know that, don’t you?”
You shivered, nodding as his hands brushed over your sides, fingers ghosting over your ribs before settling at your waist. His lips met yours in a slow, lingering kiss. Not rushed, just deliberate and sweet. His fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, pulling you against his warmth. "You laugh when people call me pretty," he whispered against your mouth, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly tone that made your knees weak.
"But I know what you really think." His hands skimmed down, pushing your pants past your hips until they pooled at your feet. You kicked them off, breath stuttering as his fingers slipped between your thighs, teasing over your clothed heat.
"Already wet," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "You like when I prove myself to you, don’t you?" You bite your lip, nodding.
"Words, baby," he reminded you, his voice teasing.
"Yes," you exhaled.
A pleased hum vibrated from his chest. "That’s my princess."
He slid your panties down, guiding you back toward the couch until the cushions hit the back of your knees.
"Sit my love." And you did as he says. Felix knelt between your legs, eyes locked onto yours as he kissed his way up your inner thigh. His long hair cascaded over his shoulders, the strands tickling your skin as he moved.
"You always make fun of me," he murmured, warm breath fanning over your core. "But you love this hair, don’t you?"
Before you could answer, his tongue flicked out, teasing over your clit in the softest, slowest motion imaginable. Your head fell back, a gasp leaving your lips. He chuckled against you, sending vibrations through your body.
"Not so funny now, huh?"
You barely had time to process what was happening before he devoured you. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, tracing and circling with precision. His lips sealed around your clit, sucking just enough to make your thighs tremble.
"Lixie-" you moaned, hands going to his hair.
The second your fingers tangled in his long locks, he groaned, the deep, needy sound vibrating against you. You tugged, just a little, his nails dug into your thighs.
"Baby, mhmm" he rasped, eyes fluttering open to meet yours. "Again."
Testing him, you curled your fingers tighter and pulled, guiding his head where you wanted him. Felix let out a moan, pupils dilating before he whimpered, sinking deeper into your heat. The sound alone nearly sent you over the edge.
"Fuck, Felix ah..."
"That's it, angel," he groaned, tightening his grip on you. "Cum for me."
And with one last flick of his tongue, your body tensed, pleasure crashing over you in waves. Your thighs clenched around his head, but Felix didn’t stop, he kept going, drawing out every moan out of your mouth, until you were whimpering from overstimulation. Only then did he pull back, licking his lips as he gazed up at you with a satisfied smirk.
"Still think I’m ‘pretty’?" he teased. Your chest heaved, a dazed smile curling at your lips. "So pretty," you breathed. Felix giggled, shaking his head as he stood.
"You’re lucky I love you."
"Mmh i love you too~." You tugged at his waistband, looking up at him through heavy lashes. "I- need it please." He groaned, already melting as you pulled him down for another kiss. You reached for the waistband of his jeans, fingers brushing over the button. You could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the tension in his muscles as he let out a shaky breath.
“You’re impatient, love” he murmured, teasing you again, but the way his hands trembled slightly as he pulled back told you he was just as eager.
“I want you,” you whispered, voice softer now.
Felix groaned, kissing you deeply before stepping back just enough to shed the rest of his clothes. His long hair cascaded over his shoulders as he tugged off his shirt, then pushed down his jeans and boxers, revealing himself fully. Your breath caught. No matter how many times you’d seen him like this, it always stole the air from your lungs. He was beautiful, but not in the delicate, feminine way strangers assumed. He was lean but strong, toned with abs of six pack. His skin glowed in the dim light, a slight flush dusting his cheeks as he hovered over you again. Felix’s hands traced over your body with reverence, fingertips ghosting over your ribs, the curve of your waist, your thighs. He took his time, as if committing every inch of you to memory.
“You’re so perfect,” he says, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, then your chest, then lower. “Every single part of you.”
Your fingers curled into his hair again, and he shuddered, eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before he met your gaze once more.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered, you nodded, heart pounding.
Felix reached down, running himself through your folds, coating himself in your wetness before slowly, so slowly, pressing inside. Your breath hitched as he stretched you, filling you inch by inch, never rushing. His lips found yours again, swallowing the soft moan that slipped past your lips.
“Now, do I feel like a girl to you hm?” he asked, forehead resting against yours.
You exhaled shakily. “N-no.”
Felix nodded, letting out an almost desperate groan before he rolled his hips, pushing the rest of the way in. He stilled, letting you adjust, pressing gentle kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, your lips. His hands never stopped moving, caressing your sides, your thighs, grounding you in his warmth. Then, finally, he moved. Slow, deep thrusts, each one dragging along every sensitive spot inside you.
Felix wasn’t fucking you. He wasn’t pounding into you with reckless abandon, he was making love to you. And God, it felt good. His fingers laced with yours, pressing your hands into the cushions as he rocked into you at a sensual, unhurried pace.
“Feels so good,” he murmured against your lips. “You take me so well, baby.”
You whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer. The new angle sent a shiver down your spine, pleasure coiling tighter with his slow, precise thrusts. Felix groaned as your walls clenched around him.
“Fuck, angel- just like that.”
His mouth trailed down to your neck, sucking lightly at the skin, leaving faint marks that would disappear by morning. His hips moved in steady, measured rolls, his thrusts pressing so deep, rubbing against that perfect spot inside you. You were falling apart beneath him, he was stretching you so good.
“Lixie-,” you gasped, nails digging into his back. “I- I’m close.”
He kissed you again. “I know, baby. I can feel you.” His pace never faltered, never grew erratic. He wanted you to feel all the love he has for you, to reach your high slowly, beautifully.
His fingers slipped between your bodies, rubbing slow, tight circles against your clit. The added sensation sent you tumbling over the edge, pleasure crashing through you in waves. Felix groaned as you clenched around him, his thrusts growing just a little deeper, a little more desperate as he chased his own release. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breath hot against your skin.
“Gonna fill you up, baby ngh...gonna make you feel so good.”
And then, with one last thrust, he broke, spilling into you with a soft, breathless moan. His body trembled, muscles tense as he rode out his high, pressing you firmly against him. For a long moment, neither of you moved. Felix stayed inside you, chest rising and falling against yours, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. His hair tickled your skin as he pressed gentle kisses to your shoulder, your temple, your lips.
“Are you good my love?” he asked, voice thick with exhaustion and love.
You smiled, still breathless. “More than good.”
Felix chuckled, nuzzling into your neck. “Good.”
He pulled out carefully, rolling onto his side and pulling you with him, not letting an inch of space remain between you. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, his lips brushing against your forehead.
“You’re not laughing anymore,” he teased sleepily.
You giggled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Nope heh.”
Felix hummed, already drifting into the hazy warmth of sleep. “Told you I’d prove it.”
And God, had he ever.
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Ehm...this edit inspired me :3
(it's my first time writing this kind of stuff please be nice 🙏🏻😽)
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-baking, because murder is wrong. ✩‧



pairing- lee felix x reader summary- After a frustrating day, you show up at Felix’s apartment in the middle of the night, demanding a baking session before you do something illegal. genre- fluff, comedy, best friends to lovers word count- 1.6k warnings- mentions of stress/frustration (but no heavy angst), excessive fluff and best friends-to-lovers tension (your heart may combust), mild swearing (a few curses here and there), lots of playful banter and teasing ! not proof read (sorry for spelling mistakes etc.)
2:03 AM – Felix’s Apartment
Felix was enveloped in a deep, restful slumber when his phone began to vibrate aggressively against the wooden surface of his nightstand. At first, he ignored it, burrowing deeper under his blanket. Then it buzzed again. And again. And again. With a groggy sigh, he finally reached for it, squinting at the screen.
Y/N🦋: I’m outside.
Y/N🦋: Open the door before I commit arson.
With a resigned sigh, Felix dragged himself out of bed. The clock on his nightstand blinked 2:17 AM in glaring red digits. Of course. This wasn’t the first time you'd turned up at his doorstep in the dead of night, exuding an unmistakable air of barely contained chaos.
Felix shuffled to the door, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his eyes. As he unlocked it, he was greeted by the sight of you, swathed in an oversized hoodie that dwarfed your frame, your hair tousled as if you’d run a marathon through a windstorm. In your arms, you clutched a bag of flour with the intensity of someone holding a weapon, ready for battle.
“…Do I even want to ask?” he muttered, his voice a mix of amusement and resignation.
You pushed past him, your footsteps echoing off the wooden floor as you marched into the apartment. "I need to bake before I do something illegal," you declared, your tone a storm cloud ready to burst.
Felix just shook his head, closing the door with a soft click. He was completely unfazed, accustomed to your nocturnal baking escapades as an antidote to whatever madness the world had thrown your way.
Felix leaned casually against the kitchen counter, his eyes following your every move as you aggressively swept ingredients from the cupboard and plunked them onto the table with a loud clatter. "So," he drawled, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement, "who's got you all riled up this time?"
You slammed a hefty bag of sugar onto the counter, sending a small cloud of white dust into the air. "My boss is an idiot," you snapped, the frustration evident in the sharpness of your voice.
Felix nodded slowly, his expression one of feigned seriousness. "Mhm."
"And my coworkers are absolutely useless," you continued, grabbing a carton of eggs and placing it beside the flour with a thud.
"Right," Felix said, his tone encouraging you to vent more.
You threw your hands up in exasperation, your voice rising with each word. "And I swear, if one more person tells me to 'just calm down,' I'm going to start throwing hands."
Felix couldn't suppress his grin any longer and reached for a mixing bowl, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Alright. Let’s rage bake," he said, ready to join in the therapeutic chaos.
It started innocently enough, with the kitchen bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun. Felix stood at the counter, meticulously measuring flour with a slight furrow of concentration on his brow. Meanwhile, you were beside him, whisking the batter with a fierce determination, your movements a blur of energy.
Then—
“You know you’re supposed to gently fold in the butter, right?” Felix teased, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he glanced over at you.
You shot him a glare, eyebrows raised in defiance. “Do I look like I care about technique right now?” you retorted, the whisk still clutched tightly in your hand.
Felix snorted, a chuckle escaping as he shook his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re dangerous,” he remarked, feigning a look of mock terror.
Then, before he could react—
You scooped up a handful of flour and flicked it at him, watching as a cloud of white powder puffed into the air, settling on his shirt.
Felix froze, his eyes wide with surprise as he processed the sudden attack. You broke into a wide grin, feeling a rush of triumph.
“…Oh, you’re done for,” he murmured, a playful threat in his voice.
With that, he grabbed a fistful of flour and launched it at you, a burst of powdery chaos swirling around you both. You gasped, ducking and weaving just in time to avoid the white storm. “You little—” you began, laughter bubbling up uncontrollably.
Chaos erupted in the small kitchen. Flour flew through the air like snow in a blizzard, sugar spilled across the countertop, and Felix danced around your attacks with surprising agility, a grin never leaving his face. You were mid-throw, about to hurl another handful, when Felix lunged forward. With a swift motion, he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you momentarily off the ground and spinning you away from the counter.
The two of you crashed gently against the fridge, laughter ringing out as you both tried to catch your breath, the world around you dusted in white. Felix’s face was only inches from yours, his eyes locked onto yours, a soft smile playing on his lips.
And suddenly—
You weren’t thinking about your boss, whose endless demands had been weighing on you. You weren’t thinking about your awful day, filled with stress and frustration. You were just thinking about him, the warmth of his presence and the laughter you shared, and nothing else seemed to matter.
The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed reminded you of the sun peeking through clouds on a dreary day. His hands lingered on your waist, warm and reassuring, as if they belonged there. His smile softened, just slightly, as he looked at you, the corners of his lips curling gently upward. Your heart skipped a beat, a fluttering sensation that you couldn't quite control.
And before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out of your mouth—"…You look good like this."
Felix blinked, surprise flickering in his eyes, before a playful smirk spread across his face. "Covered in flour?" he teased, gesturing to the white dusting on his shirt.
You laughed, a light, airy sound that filled the kitchen, and nudged his chest with the back of your hand. “No, I mean—” You hesitated, your gaze dropping to the floor as you tried to gather the courage that seemed to have slipped away.
Felix tilted his head, his eyes gentle and encouraging. Then, in a quieter voice, he urged, “Say it.”
You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on you. This was dangerous territory, a line you had both been dancing around for months. But maybe, just maybe, you were tired of pretending. So you exhaled, your voice barely above a whisper, the words escaping your lips—"…I mean, I like you, dumbass."
Felix froze, his expression momentarily unreadable. Your stomach plummeted like a stone in a pond. Oh. Oh no. What if you had ruined everything between you?
But then, Felix's lips curved into a genuine grin, not teasing or smug, but soft and sincere, as if he had been waiting for this moment all along. Without a trace of hesitation, he said, “I like you too.”
Your breath caught in your throat, hope bubbling up inside you. “Yeah?” you asked, barely daring to believe it.
Felix chuckled, a deep, rich sound, and reached up to gently brush a smudge of flour from your cheek. “Yeah,” he confirmed, his eyes twinkling with warmth.
And then, slowly, sweetly, he leaned in and kissed you. It was a kiss that enveloped you like a warm embrace, tender and unhurried. It felt like all those late-night baking sessions had finally revealed their true purpose, like this was more than just a distraction. It felt like he was exactly where he wanted to be, and so were you.
You perched on the edge of the marble counter, your legs swinging idly back and forth, while Felix meticulously swept up the scattered flour that covered the kitchen like a fresh layer of snow. The remnants of your late-night baking escapade were everywhere—flour dusted the floor, bits of dough clung to the edges of the wooden table, and a sweet aroma lingered in the air.
“…So, technically, I still never got my revenge,” you mused, watching Felix’s careful movements as he wiped the counter with a damp cloth, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Felix paused, glancing up at you with an exasperated yet amused look. “I think you had enough fun throwing flour at me,” he retorted, brushing some lingering white powder from his dark hair.
You flashed a mischievous grin, the memory of your playful battle fresh in your mind. “Maybe.”
Then, as the moment softened, your voice did too, turning almost contemplative. “But I feel better.”
Felix’s stern expression melted away, replaced by a gentle warmth. He reached out, his fingers lightly tapping your knee, a silent acknowledgment of the bond you shared. “That’s why I let you wake me up at 2 AM,” he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble that made your heart skip a beat.
You rolled your eyes playfully, feeling the flutter of your pulse quicken, and hopped off the counter, landing softly on the cool tile floor. “Come on,” you said, tugging at the sleeve of his floured shirt with a gentle insistence. “Cookies are done.”
Felix grinned widely, his eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and amusement, and allowed you to lead him toward the oven. Together, you both sank onto the floor, the warmth from the freshly baked cookies seeping through the plates in your hands. Sharing the sweet treats and exchanging shy, stolen glances, you couldn’t help but think—
Maybe baking really was better than murder. Especially when it meant discovering a love that felt as warm and comforting as the cookies you shared.
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Hi sweetie! So I don't know what is up with lixie and his whole beauty and the beast obsession.. it's a beautiful concept tho... Omg nah I'm OBSESSED! Could I get a fic where reader and Felix are best friends but are low key something more (you know how it goes 🤣) and him and reader attend a fancy dress party and without him knowing (until reader shows up) that she is dressed in the most stunning belle inspired princess dress and he's in LOVE. Like absolutely in awe. literally can't catch his breath. Like literally that's my wife right there. Oh but things take a turn for the worst when she slips and bumps her head (maybe from dancing on the table - a dare by Han) to the point where's she's all dazed and confused and Han feels guilty trying to help clean her up with protective chan or someone but shes all like no I want my beast! And it's just so cute because as if the reader hasn't pulled on lixies heartstrings enough! And the boys are so offended but so shocked and so happy that you want Felix more then anyone and it's obvious you two have a thing and it's all so lush and it's all so perfect and it all makes perfect sense! And omg just reader and lixie as beauty and the beast! 🥺 Maybe a long hard cute confession of their love at the end maybe? (Idk, you said you wanted long requests so I'm really trying here 😇) Thank youuuu x
Tale as Old as Love | Lee Felix


Synopsis: A night of dancing, festivity...and one unfortunate head bump leaves Beauty wanting her Beast.
Pairing: Felix x Reader
Genre: non-idol au, best friends to lovers, fluff, a little crack
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol
WC: 2.3K
Notice: Hello, my loves! As you all may have noticed, I have been M.I.A. due to some issues in my personal life :( Nevertheless, I am back and here to deliver your hearts' requests! I absolutely ADORED writing this, so I thank you, dear darling, for the request! Without further ado, enjoy the night with your Beast ;)
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The night was shimmering with gold; the sun was starting to set over the trees overhead, casting an ethereal glimmer on the crowd of partygoers below---some were chatting while enjoying sparkling glasses of wine, some were just arriving and prepared for a night of joyous adventure. One, however, was still waiting for his date to arrive.
It was not Felix's idea to attend this elaborate dress party; in fact, it is never truly his idea to attend any of the events you two often find yourselves parading at. You had casually brought up the idea just a week or so prior, stating how you had a coworker who knew a guy that knew a guy who could get you, Felix, and the rest of your friend group into the party for free. Your best friend, looking forward to a night of dressing up and dancing the night away, more so looking forward to doing so with you, agreed to the idea almost instantly. He had even offered to pick you up; however, you had declined for reasons unbeknownst to Felix.
Thus, here he stood, adorned in a deep navy embroidered jacket with gold thread curling across the edges of the torso and sleeves, matching dress pants, and black dress shoes that felt like they were squeezing his ankles to the point of blistering. The party had officially started almost ten minutes ago, yet you were nowhere to be found.
Felix glanced nervously at his watch, then towards the entrance to the party venue, before taking a deep sigh; as he exhaled, he noticed Han coming out of the double doors, holding a glass of champagne.
"Y/n's still not here?" Han questioned before taking a sip of his drink. Felix responded with a saddened head shake.
"It's weird," he began. "She's always on time. I'm usually the one that's running late." Han chuckled lightly.
"Well, come on inside and dance with us while you're waiting for your princess to arrive." Han started his stride back to the event, leaving Felix agape at his words; eventually, Felix followed suit and quickly found his group of friends.
The room sparkled under sparkling chandeliers. Couples danced to the slow music softly blaring overhead. Glittering masks and flowing ball gowns were everywhere imaginable. Felix tapped his foot nervously, unable to focus on Changbin attempting to hold a conversation with him about some new workout routine. He glanced around the expansive ballroom, hoping he would catch sight of your face somewhere in the crowd.
Where were you?
His train of thought was broken by the doors creaking open and numerous gasps erupting from the crowd; Felix's attention fixated on the capturing sight.
For a second, he forgot how to breathe.
You had finally arrived at the party, dressed in a glistening, goldenrod gown, clearly inspired by the beauty, Belle, herself; off-the shoulder sleeves brushed against your shoulders, a lace-fitted bodice curved perfectly onto your waist, and a full, flowing skirt shimmered with every step. Your hair was pinned up with tiny, jeweled pins glinting like stars. Your face was lit with a soft, glowing smile as your eyes scanned the room in search of Felix.
The boy in question was stiffened, his eyes the only part of his body that he could adjust as he watched your every move.
"Bro," Changbin whispered, nudging Felix's arm. "You good?"
"She..." Felix stammered, his voice briefly catching in his throat. "She's beautiful."
"If he's like this now, imagine him on their wedding day," Hyunjin teased, eliciting laughter from the others. Felix, however, just nodded his head in agreement.
"Yeah. Imagine," he responded in a daze. "Because that is my future wife." The boys snorted in laughter as you slowly approached them, cheeks flushed a light shade of pink as you noticed Felix's stare.
"Y/n!" Minho called out first. "Give us a spin!" You giggled as you twirled, the fabric of your dress spinning before carefully falling back into place. You looked up at Felix and gave a toothy grin.
"Hey," you shyly greeted.
"Hey," he breathily replied. "You look...magical." Felix's words made your heart pound in your chest as your gaze fixated on the floor. It felt as if every moment of tension between you and Felix had peaked at this very moment; sure, you had always been best friends, but it had also always felt like...more than that.
Throughout the entire night, you rarely left Felix's side, only doing so to grab another drink or chat with a friend. The two of you would share snacks with one another, sneak into the nearby photobooth, and laugh about any and everything together. There was no denying that something soft yet electric was in the air between you two; Felix's freckled cheeks would redden at anything you did, and you could not keep your eyes on him for more than a few seconds without shyly glancing away. It felt as if absolutely nothing could ruin this night.
Except for Han Jisung.
An energetic dance song had begun to blast through the speakers, immediately prompting Han to rush over to you.
"Y/n! Come dance with me! This is our song!" Han screamed over the music; he had perhaps had one too many glasses of champagne, denoted by the way he was tugging sluggishly at your arm.
"Okay, okay!" you chuckled at his antics before turning to Felix. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all, love," Felix answered as he patted your shoulder. "Just, uh...good luck with that one."
You laughed at his response before scattering off with Han. You were making your way towards the dance floor before Han tugged you in a completely different direction. You were utterly confused...that is until Han hopped onto an empty table, swaying to the beat and begging you to join him.
'Eh, it won't hurt!' you thought to yourself as you hiked your skirt up slightly and climbed onto the table alongside Han. Felix kept his eyes on you from a distance, watching you dance along to the loud party track. He was glad you were having a good time and began making his way over to the table so he could cheer you on.
Before he could, however, the heel of your shoe caught onto the edge of the table, causing you to fall backwards when you went to take a step forward. Your head smacked against the floor lightly, causing Felix, Han, and Chan to rush your way. Han and Chan, being the closest in vicinity, were the first to make it there.
"Y/n!" Chan nearly screamed. "Are you okay?" He tried to lift up your head, but to his surprise, you pushed his arm away. Han attempted to do the same but was met with a similar reaction.
"Felix," you murmured painfully. "Where's Felix? I want Felix!"
Upon your pleas, Felix rushed to your side, something twisting so painfully in his chest that he felt his heart breaking into two pieces.
"I'm here, love," he whispered as he cradled you in his arms. "I'm here."
Felix helped you up gently, sending Chan to grab an ice pack for your head. You clung to him like a lifeline, your head still throbbing from the impact.
"You scared me, y/n," Felix chuckled as Chan hurried over with the ice pack. Felix pressed the cool compact against your forehead, and you sighed as you felt instant relief.
"'M sorry," you groaned.
"No need to apologize; although, you know you don't have to put on a spectacle like that to get my attention, right? You've already got it!" Felix was only joking, but the way you looked up at him was as serious as ever.
"I...I do?" you questioned, causing Felix's eyes to widen.
"I mean, yeah. Yeah, of course you do. You're my best friend; I'm always going to pay attention to you."
"What about as more than a friend?" you suddenly asked. Felix felt his heartrate quicken.
"Um...what do you mean, y/n?"
"I mean...do I have your attention as more than a friend?" You stared into his eyes, searching for some sort of a response, whether it be fear, hesitation, love, whatever.
"Well, uh...you see-"
"It's okay if I don't," you suddenly replied. "I understand."
"What? No, no! That's not what I mean at all it's just...the question just caught me off guard is all!" Felix nervously stuttered, attempting to chuckle and cover up his anxiety; however, the look in your eyes spelled out that you did not believe him. Thus, he took a deep breath and confessed.
"You have always had my attention in that way. Everything about you, it...it awes me, truly. Tonight was just more proof of that."
"Me falling off of a table proved that you like me?"
"No!" Felix playfully nudged you before continuing. "Tonight...the way you looked, the way you looked at me, everything. It just all proved that I fell so much harder for you than I thought I ever would." To his response, your cheeks flushed and your eyes softened.
"Trust me, this isn't the way I wanted to tell you," you began, "but I fell for you too. The way you care about me, protect me...it's all so endearing and I... I love you for it, Lixie." Felix's eyes widened once more, and his lips formed into an endearing grin.
"You...love me?"
"Mhm," you nodded, a thin smile forming. "Again, not how I wanted to tell you. In fact, I'm going to have to tell Seungmin to keep the sign we made in his car-"
"Wait, sign?" Felix inquired whilst laughing. "You made a sign to tell me that you loved me?"
"What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic!"
"Wait so, the reason you invited me out tonight...it was to confess to me?"
"Perhaps," you looked away, pretending to think about Felix's words. "I wanted to make tonight special, but as you can see, it has turned...not so special." You shrugged, allowing your hands to fall into your lap as they came down; as soon as they did, Felix grabbed them, pressing gentle kisses onto both of them.
"Every moment I spend with you is special, y/n. You are truly a fairytale come true. Because of that, it is with full confidence that I can say I love you too." As Felix watched your eyes light up, a slower, romantic song began to play; as such, he smiled towards you before standing up and holding out his left hand for you to take.
"May I have this dance, my Beauty? If you feel well enough for it, that is?"
"You may, my Beast," you replied, grinning from ear to ear as you took Felix's hand.
Thus, under the soft golden lights, you danced in each other's embrace. The world around you seemed to vanish as you both thought, in the backs of your minds, that this was your happily ever after all along.
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(𐙚) ─── a bad case of homesickness


when the boys are off to tour again, you cant help but feel alone. you try your best to not let it get in the way of your relationship.
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❤ SKZ reaction to you with baby fever! ❤
MDNI 18+
wc: 23.4k (about 5k each)
genre: fluff, humor, smut
warnings: a lot of baby-making, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, very steamy, oral (f + m rec), choking, marking, daddy energy, some switch vibes from some, dom member mostly, breeding kink?, we dunno if it was successful!, don't recreate at home, (please let me know if i missed any)
a/n: i was tired of starving you guys so i just made 8 individual fics for all of them! hope you enjoy <3
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Bang Chan :
The soft hum of the TV played in the background as you nestled into Bang Chan’s side, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders. His warmth seeped into you, his scent, clean and familiar, grounding you in the moment. The glow from the screen illuminated his profile, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the faint scrunch of concentration on his face as he scrolled through his phone. He didn’t have to try; even here, in worn-out sweatpants and a hoodie, he exuded that quiet strength and warmth that made you fall for him every day.
Your heart tightened as you watched him, the weight of the thought you’d been holding in for months pressing heavily on your chest. Two years of marriage had passed in a blissful blur, filled with laughter, love, and late-night talks. But there was something you wanted, something you’d dreamed of every time you saw him interacting with kids, the way they lit up in his presence. You wanted a family with him. You wanted to see his kind eyes reflected in someone small, to hear his laughter echo through your home in a way that belonged entirely to the two of you.
But every time you imagined telling him, your courage faltered. What if he wasn’t ready? What if he didn’t want that yet? The fear of disrupting the perfect harmony you had kept you silent, until tonight.
You shifted slightly in his hold, your fingers nervously twisting the hem of your shirt. The words were bubbling at the edge of your tongue, and your heart raced like a drumbeat, loud and insistent. “Chan?” you murmured, barely louder than the TV.
“Hmm?” His response was distracted, his thumb still swiping on the screen as he hummed softly under his breath. Even that small sound sent warmth curling through you.
“I’ve been thinking about something,” you started, voice hesitant but determined.
That got his attention. He immediately set his phone down on the armrest and turned to you, his dark eyes locking onto yours. Concern flickered across his face, and he tilted his head slightly, his brows knitting together. “Yeah? What’s up?” His voice was gentle, grounding you in the safe space he always provided.
You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing. The words felt heavy, like if you said them, there was no taking them back. But you’d held them in for so long, and if you didn’t say them now, you weren’t sure when you’d find the courage again.
“I’ve been thinking about us,” you said slowly, glancing down at your lap where your fingers twisted together nervously. “About what’s next for us.”
His expression softened, his body shifting as he turned fully toward you. He rested a hand on your knee, his thumb brushing soothing circles against your skin. “Okay,” he said, his voice low and steady. “Talk to me, love. What’s on your mind?”
The weight of his gaze made your cheeks flush, but his touch grounded you. You glanced up, meeting his eyes, and took a deep breath. “What if… what if we started trying? For a baby, I mean.”
The silence that followed was deafening. His hand stilled on your knee, his eyes widening ever so slightly as your words sank in. He blinked at you, his lips parting as though to speak, but no sound came out. You watched as the realization hit him, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink.
“A baby?” he finally managed, his voice cracking slightly on the word.
You nodded, a wave of relief washing over you now that it was out in the open. “Yeah,” you said, the words spilling out in a rush. “I know it’s a big step, and I didn’t want to pressure you, but I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. And I just… I think you’d be an amazing dad, Chan. I really do.”
His mouth opened and closed a few times, like he couldn’t quite find the words. Then he let out a breathless laugh, running a hand through his messy curls. “Wow,” he said softly, his voice tinged with disbelief. “That’s… wow.” He shook his head, a nervous grin spreading across his face. “You really think I’d be a good dad?”
“Of course,” you said, your voice steady with conviction. “You’re patient, kind, and thoughtful. And you’re so good with kids, Chan. They adore you.”
His blush deepened, and he let out a groan, burying his face in his hands. “Stop it. You’re embarrassing me.”
You laughed, reaching out to gently tug his hands away from his face. “You’re cute when you’re flustered,” you teased, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek.
He huffed, though his lips twitched into a smile. “You can’t just drop something like that on me and expect me to act normal. You’re talking about a baby. Our baby.”
The way he said it, soft and reverent like he was tasting the words for the first time, made your heart ache in the best way. “So… what do you think?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out to cup your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours with a tenderness that made your breath catch. “I think…” he said slowly, his voice steady and sure, “I love you more than anything in this world. And if having a baby is what you want, then it’s what I want too.”
Your chest swelled with emotion, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “Really?”
“Really,” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll probably mess up a lot, but if you believe in me that much… then I’ll give it everything I’ve got.”
Tears spilled over as you laughed softly, your hands coming up to cover his. He pulled you closer, wrapping you in his arms like he was trying to shield you from the world.
After a moment, he pulled back slightly, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. “I mean, I’m not saying no to all the, uh… practice it’s going to take.”
You smacked his arm lightly, your cheeks burning. “Chan!”
“What?” he said, feigning innocence as his grin widened. “I’m just saying, we should make sure we’re doing it right. You know, aim for perfection.”
Before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your jaw as his hands slid to your waist, pulling you into his lap. His voice dropped to a husky whisper, sending shivers down your spine. “We’ve got all night, love.”
The butterflies in your stomach erupted as his lips found yours, soft and deliberate, pouring all his love into the kiss. You melted into him, losing yourself in the taste of his lips, the warmth of his hands, the steady beat of his heart.
He was the one who finally broke the kiss, his breath coming out in short, shallow pants. He leaned his forehead against yours, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek.
"You know, we could always start trying now," he said, the words sending heat rushing through you.
You gave a breathless laugh, looping your arms around his neck. "I like the way you think, Mr. Bang," you said, grinning against his lips.
He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yeah?"
"Definitely," you said, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Take me to bed."
A low giggle escaped him as he leaned forward, his hands sliding down to the backs of your thighs. "It'd be my pleasure, Mrs. Bang," he murmured, his lips hovering over yours.
And with that, he stood, carrying you easily across the room.
Your heart raced in anticipation, the familiar weight of his touch making you feel lightheaded. The soft glow of the TV dimly illuminated the room, casting shadows across the walls. The low murmur of the news anchor's voice seemed distant and unimportant, replaced by the sound of your heartbeat echoing in your ears.
Bang Chan's warm hands cradled you, his lips pressed gently to your hair as he carried you across the threshold and into the bedroom, his movements careful and deliberate. Your eyes slipped closed, savoring the closeness, the safety, the comfort of being enveloped by him.
When you felt him set you down, you reluctantly opened your eyes. You were greeted by the sight of Chan's broad shoulders, his back turned to you as he shut the door with a quiet click.
As he turned back toward you, you took a moment to appreciate the view. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, drawing your gaze downward. A familiar heat pooled between your thighs, and you bit your lip, forcing yourself to meet his eyes.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.
"Nothing," you said, your cheeks heating at the intensity of his gaze. "I'm just... admiring the view."
He grinned, his dimples flashing, and took a step toward you. "Is that so?"
You nodded, suddenly feeling a bit breathless.
"Well, allow me to return the favor," he murmured, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
His eyes roamed over you, his expression growing soft as his gaze lingered on your lips, your neck, your collarbone. He moved closer, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. You shivered as his thumb brushed along your lower lip, his eyes darkening.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice laced with awe. "Our baby is gonna be so lucky."
The heat in your core pulsed, and you leaned into his touch, his words making your chest tighten. "Chan..."
He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss, his hands slipping to your hips. You melted into the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, gently coaxing them open. The taste of him was intoxicating, sweet and familiar, and you clung to him, his warmth seeping into your skin.
You broke the kiss with a gasp as his lips trailed along your jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin below your ear. His hands moved up your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before deftly undoing the buttons of your shirt. You fumbled with his hoodie, your fingers trembling as they skimmed over his toned chest. He chuckled, his breath tickling your skin, and helped you tug the fabric over his head.
You tossed it aside, letting out a soft whine as his lips resumed their exploration of your neck, his teeth gently scraping over your pulse point. His hands slid down your waist, finding the button of your jeans. You helped him, wriggling out of the restrictive fabric, leaving you clad only in your bra and underwear.
Chan stepped back, his eyes raking over you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "God, I love you," he murmured, his fingers teasing the lace hem of your panties.
You shivered, a thrill running through you at the intensity of his gaze.
"And I can't wait to have a baby with you," he continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
Your heart fluttered, and you closed the distance between you, pulling him in for a kiss.
He responded immediately, his hands sliding around your waist, drawing you closer. The warmth of his bare skin against yours made you tremble, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, losing yourself in the taste of his lips.
You felt his fingers deftly unhooking your bra, and you let out a soft sigh as the cool air hit your skin, the material falling to the floor. His hands moved up your sides, his thumbs grazing the undersides of your breasts.
"God, Chan," you gasped, his touch sending sparks through you.
"Yeah, love?" he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.
You rolled your eyes, reaching down to hook your thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants. "Don't play coy," you muttered, a thrill running through you as his breath caught.
"Okay, okay," he breathed, his eyes following as he watched you.
You pulled his sweatpants and boxers down his legs, revealing his impressive length. He stepped out of them, and you swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry.
"Like what you see?" he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Always," you breathed, leaning in for a kiss.
He returned the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours. His hands moved down, gripping the backs of your thighs and lifting you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms looping around his neck. You felt his hard length press against your clothed core, and a soft whimper escaped you.
He carried you back to the bed, his lips never leaving yours. You landed on the mattress, and he moved over you, his knee nudging your legs apart. You obliged, spreading your thighs for him.
"So beautiful," he murmured, trailing his lips down your neck.
His fingers found the waistband of your panties, tugging them down and off your legs. He tossed them aside, his eyes raking over your bare form.
You felt a flash of heat, suddenly self-conscious under his intense gaze. But the way his pupils dilated and his tongue darted out to wet his lips was all the reassurance you needed.
"Chan," you whimpered, arching your back as his lips trailed along your hipbone.
"Shh," he whispered, his breath ghosting over your skin. "Let me take care of you."
You shivered, biting your lip to stifle a moan as his fingers dipped between your thighs, gently parting your folds.
"God, you're wet," he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips.
You groaned, rolling your hips against his hand. He chuckled, his thumb brushing over your swollen clit. You let out a gasp, your eyes squeezing shut.
"That's it," he whispered, his voice low and smooth. "Just relax."
His fingers circled your entrance, dipping in and out, the sensation driving you wild. You could feel his breath, hot against your thigh, and when his tongue dragged along the sensitive skin, your eyes snapped open.
"Chan," you breathed, gripping the sheets as his tongue found your clit, laving the swollen bud.
Your back arched off the bed, a moan escaping you. His free hand gripped your hip, keeping you pinned to the mattress as he worked you open, his tongue relentlessly swirling around your clit.
You writhed beneath him, heat building in your core, the sensations overwhelming. His fingers thrust in and out of you, curling and stretching. You could feel his hot breath on your skin, and when his lips closed around your clit, sucking gently, you let out a cry, your vision blurring.
"Please, Chan," you gasped, unable to take any more.
He hummed, the vibrations sending shocks through you. Then, mercifully, he released your clit, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. He then spit into his palm, and reached up to stroke his hard length, spreading the wetness.
"You ready, love?" he murmured, his voice husky and thick.
"God, yes," you gasped, arching your back and spreading your thighs, welcoming him into the cradle of your hips.
You watched, transfixed, as he positioned himself at your entrance. He hesitantly looked back at you, making sure you were one hundred percent okay with this.
"Please," you begged, your voice a breathless whimper.
He grinned, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. As his tongue swept into your mouth, he eased himself inside you. You gasped, the stretch and fullness making your head spin. He slowly bottomed out, and you moaned, the pressure and heat intoxicating.
He groaned, burying his face in your neck. "Fuck, baby. You're so wet."
You whimpered, rocking your hips against his, the friction making you shiver. He groaned, his grip on your hips tightening.
"Chan," you managed, clinging to his broad shoulders, the sensation almost too much.
"Tell me what you want, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing over your pulse point.
"I want you," you breathed, a soft whimper escaping you. "I need you."
He hummed, slowly pulling back before thrusting deep inside you.
Your vision went white, a wave of pleasure crashing over you.
"You like that?" he asked, his voice laced with a possessive heat that made your core clench.
You let out a moan, nodding helplessly as he rocked his hips into you, his movements slow and steady. The drag of his cock inside you was intoxicating, and you gasped, clinging to him. The friction sent waves of heat through you, and you let out a breathless moan, arching your back to meet his thrusts. He grunted, his grip on your hips bruising.
"Please, Chan," you whimpered, the sensations becoming too much.
He let out a groan, his pace picking up. You writhed beneath him, the heat and friction overwhelming. He pounded into you, his hips slapping against yours. You gasped, your legs wrapping around his waist, drawing him closer.
"Fuck," he hissed, his voice a low growl. "You feel so good."
You cried out, the heat and pressure building in your core. He drove into you, his pace relentless, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room. You whimpered, the friction and fullness bringing tears to your eyes.
"Oh God, Chan," you gasped, the tension mounting.
"Yeah?" he panted, his voice strained.
"I'm close," you whined, the words coming out broken.
He hummed, his fingers digging into your hips. He shifted, changing the angle, and the new sensation sent a shock through you. You cried out, your vision blurring as the pleasure hit its peak. Your body went taut, the tension snapping, and you fell apart, his name spilling from your lips.
Your vision went white, and the waves crashed over you, drowning out everything but the feel of his body against yours. His pace didn't falter, his hips rocking against yours as you came down, his movements drawing out your release.
"I'm not done with you yet," he warned, his grip tight on you.
You whimpered, the heat still pulsing through you, the sensation almost too much. He slowed his pace, his thrusts becoming languid and shallow.
"Chan," you breathed, barely louder than a whisper.
He groaned, leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You kissed him back, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, stealing the breath from your lungs. You tangled your fingers in his hair, holding him close.
When he broke the kiss, his breathing was ragged. He groaned, burying his face in your neck. His hips snapped forward, the sudden motion making you gasp. You cried out, the new angle hitting you just right. You writhed beneath him, the sensations almost too much.
"God, baby, I'm so close," he gasped, his voice thick and husky.
You moaned, the sound turning into a desperate whine.
He thrust harder, deeper, the pressure and heat overwhelming. You writhed beneath him, the friction driving you crazy.
"Fill me up," you breathed, his name on the edge of your lips.
"God, baby, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, his hips snapping forward.
"Please," you pleaded, the pressure mounting.
"I'm gonna fill you up," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Gonna give you my baby."
You let out a cry, the tension snapping. He grunted, his movements growing erratic, and you clenched around him, his release triggering another orgasm.
"Fuck, yes, love," he hissed, his voice breaking.
His hips stuttered, and he thrust once more, burying himself to the hilt. A guttural groan escaped him, and he spilled inside you, his cock twitching as he emptied himself. You moaned, the warmth and pressure bringing tears to your eyes.
He collapsed against you, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. You clung to him, the feeling of his skin against yours grounding you, anchoring you. You lay there for a moment, neither of you moving, the silence broken only by the sound of your breaths.
After a moment, he leaned back, gently easing himself out of you. You whimpered, already missing the closeness, the fullness. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, a content smile on his face.
"How are you feeling, love?" he murmured, brushing the hair out of your face.
You sighed, your eyelids heavy. "Good. Really good," you mumbled, a dopey grin spreading across your face.
He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your temple. "Glad to hear it," he said, his voice soft and warm.
You snuggled into his chest, the steady rise and fall of his chest comforting. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.
You yawned, your eyelids drooping.
"Get some sleep, love," he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head.
"Mm," you hummed, your mind hazy and your limbs heavy.
The last thing you remember is the warmth of his touch, and the gentle sound of his voice.
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Lee Know :
The aroma of garlic and herbs filled the cozy apartment as you leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching Minho at the stove. He stood in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair slightly messy from a lazy day at home. He looked effortlessly handsome, the golden glow of the evening sun streaming through the window highlighting his sharp features.
"Stop staring and make yourself useful," he quipped, glancing at you over his shoulder with a smirk. "The chopping board isn’t just for decoration, you know."
You grinned but stayed put, fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. Your heart raced as you debated whether to bring up the topic that had been on your mind for months. It wasn’t that you doubted his love or your relationship; Minho had always been thoughtful and attentive in his own dryly affectionate way. But this… this was a leap.
“I’ve been thinking about something,” you began hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Mm?” Minho hummed, focused on stirring the pasta sauce. "Thinking about helping me for once?"
"Minho," you said, this time with a little more weight, drawing his attention. He turned, wooden spoon in hand, eyebrows raised.
"What’s up?"
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself as you glanced up at him, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. "I’ve been thinking about... having a baby," you said quietly, hoping the words would come out with less hesitation.
Minho paused for a moment, the spoon in his hand suspended in mid-air. His eyes blinked twice, as if he was processing the words. Then, he cocked his head, smirking with that mischievous gleam in his eyes. "A baby?" he repeated, his tone dripping with disbelief. "Are you sure? Because, you know, little versions of me would be a disaster... they’d probably be stealing my hair products and making my kitchen a mess by the time they can walk."
You let out a nervous laugh, trying to brush it off, but inside, your heart dropped. "I mean... just a thought," you stammered, taking a step back. "You know, for someday, when we’re ready."
Minho raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "We? Baby, you just mentioned the idea, and now you’re saying 'we'? You sure you’re ready to handle two Minhos? One’s already enough to deal with."
The teasing tone hit harder than you expected, and a wave of insecurity washed over you. Maybe you were too hasty to bring it up. Maybe he didn’t actually want that with you, maybe he wasn’t ready.
You forced a smile, trying to dismiss the feeling. "Yeah, never mind. Forget I said anything." You waved it off, turning back to the counter to grab a glass of water, trying to hide the tightening in your chest.
Minho didn’t seem to notice, his attention back on stirring the sauce. The rest of dinner went by in an awkward silence, with you trying to focus on the food and Minho humming mindlessly to the playlist in the background, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d ruined something with your suggestion.
That night, as you curled up under the covers, your mind was still restless. You kept replaying the conversation in your head, trying to convince yourself that maybe you’d misinterpreted Minho’s teasing. But the words still stung, and you couldn’t quite shake the doubt.
As you lay there, the room dim and quiet, you heard the sound of Minho shifting beside you. He rolled over to face you, his dark eyes studying you intently. You turned to face him, still unsure, the bed warm and cozy around you.
Minho shifted closer, his hand lightly brushing your arm as he studied you with an unreadable expression. The tension between you both was palpable, the weight of the earlier conversation lingering in the air. For a few seconds, there was only the soft rustling of sheets, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows over his sharp features.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” he asked quietly, his voice suddenly softer, almost intimate. You looked at him, his gaze intense, a shift in the way he was looking at you now. “The baby thing... it’s been on my mind, too.”
You swallowed, unsure how to respond. Was he just trying to lighten the mood again? Or had the thought really stayed with him? “Minho…” you began, but before you could say anything more, his fingers brushed against your cheek, gently guiding your face toward his.
“You know,” he murmured, lips hovering just inches from yours, “the idea of a mini me running around... messing up my space, stealing my things... I wasn’t exactly thrilled about it at first.” His breath was warm against your skin, sending a flutter through your chest. “But now?” He paused, eyes darkening with a mixture of desire and something else you couldn’t quite place. “I can’t stop thinking about it. About you.”
Your heart raced, the uncertainty from before now mixed with a rush of anticipation. Minho was never one to easily give in to big ideas like this, so hearing him admit it was unexpected. His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, his thumb grazing over the sensitive skin, pulling you just a little closer.
“So... what are you saying?” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.
Minho’s lips curled into that teasing grin you knew so well. “I’m saying, if you want a little bundle of chaos in nine months... you better make your mind up now.” His voice was low, seductive, and it sent a spark of heat straight to your core. “If we’re doing this... we’re doing it right. No half-measures.” His fingers traced the curve of your jaw, tilting your head slightly as his gaze dropped to your lips. “No turning back once we start.”
Before you could respond, Minho’s lips were on yours, kissing you with a sudden, hungry intensity that sent your pulse spiking. His hands roamed to your sides, pulling you closer until you could feel the heat radiating off his body. You let out a soft gasp as his hands slid beneath your shirt, fingertips brushing over your skin with a mixture of tenderness and urgency.
“You sure you want this?” he murmured against your lips, his breath heavy, fingers already working their way up to your chest. “Because I can’t think about anything else now. Just... us.”
You couldn’t form words in response, your body reacting instinctively as you pulled him closer, kissing him back with the same intensity. It wasn’t just about the baby anymore, it was about everything you shared, every part of this relationship that felt so right. His hands were everywhere now, leaving no room for doubt.
Minho’s lips trailed down your neck, his voice muffled against your skin as he said, “You want a baby in nine months? We start tonight... and we do it properly.” He didn’t give you a chance to respond, his lips finding yours again in a searing kiss that only deepened, his hands working their way down to the waistband of your pants. You gasped, a shiver running through your body as he kissed his way down your neck, pausing to bite softly at the tender spot near your collarbone.
Your body ached for him, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. “Then let’s do it,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desire. “Let’s go all in.”
Minho responded without a word, his lips finding yours once more as his hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake. You were lost in a haze of desire and passion, your thoughts consumed by the idea of him, of the future. It was reckless and risky, but for the first time, you didn’t care about anything but him.
Minho’s hands moved with a sense of urgency, as if he couldn’t wait another second to feel all of you. His lips, burning with desire, trailed down your body, each kiss more fervent than the last. Every touch felt electrifying, like sparks igniting under his fingertips. The heat of his body against yours made everything else fade away, leaving only the intensity of the moment.
You arched into him, your breath shallow and erratic as he explored you, the anticipation building with every passing second. His lips returned to yours, deep and demanding, his tongue sweeping against yours in a way that made your heart race even faster. You could feel his muscles tense beneath you, his control slipping away as his need for you grew stronger.
Minho’s hand slid to the waistband of your pants, pausing for a split second before he pulled them off, his gaze fixed on you, dark and smoldering. “You’re sure, right?” he asked again, his voice hushed but filled with raw, unfiltered desire.
You could barely nod, the heat of his touch, the weight of his gaze making it hard to focus on anything but him. “I’m sure,” you breathed out, pulling him closer, your hands working to rid him of his clothes. You didn’t need to think anymore, there was only now, only the way he made you feel.
Minho groaned as he undid the rest of his clothes, his body pressing into yours with a hunger that mirrored your own. You could feel the hard line of him against your thigh, his breath ragged as he leaned over you, his lips brushing against your ear.
"I don't think I can wait," he said, his fingers tangling in your hair, his breath hot against your skin. "I want you, all of you. I can't stop thinking about it."
His words were a heady mix of desperation and desire, and you wanted nothing more than to give in to his every whim. Your hands moved to his hips, pulling him closer, aching to feel him fill the emptiness inside you. You were more than ready, the longing to have him buried deep within you was almost too much to bear.
"Then take me," you whispered, your voice laced with equal amounts of lust and need. "Make me yours."
Minho didn't waste another moment, his fingers gripping your thighs and pushing them apart, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. He lowered his head, his lips skimming over your skin, kissing a trail of fire across your stomach, then lower.
He teased your entrance, his tongue swiping over you, tasting and exploring, before dipping inside, sending a shiver through your entire body. Your back arched involuntarily, and you gripped his hair, pulling him closer, begging for more.
His hand found yours, and his fingers laced through yours, gripping tightly as he worked his way down, his mouth devouring every inch of your heated flesh. You could feel the waves of pleasure building, but it wasn't enough, not yet.
"Please, Minho," you gasped, your hips bucking as he lapped at your swollen clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your core. "Please, I need you."
Minho lifted his head, his eyes dark with lust. "What do you need, baby?"
You could barely find the words, the feeling of him against you, his hard length throbbing against your thigh, was driving you wild. "You. You in me," you said, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable.
He chuckled, his lips brushing against your ear as he pressed his body flush against yours. "You're gonna have to be a little more specific," he murmured, his hand sliding up your thigh, fingertips teasing the sensitive skin.
You shivered, the ache intensifying as his fingers dipped inside you, then withdrew, the slow, tantalizing movements driving you mad. "Minho," you begged, annoyed, unable to articulate what you wanted.
"Tell me," he said, his breath hot against your neck, his body trembling with the effort to hold himself back. "Tell me what you need."
"I need your cock," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You could feel him smile against your skin, the warmth of his lips spreading across your neck as he kissed his way down to your chest.
"I need all of you," he replied, his hand traveling down your stomach and settling between your thighs. "I need to be buried inside you, deep and hard, until you can't take it anymore."
"Please, Minho," you said, arching into him, the heat pooling between your legs, his fingers teasing your slick folds. "Please."
Minho groaned, his hips rolling into yours, the hard line of his cock rubbing against you, his restraint slipping. He kissed your lips, his tongue delving into your mouth, exploring and claiming.
He broke away, his breathing ragged, his fingers sliding up and down your wetness, his touch setting every nerve ending ablaze. You reached down, wrapping your hand around his length, stroking him slowly, your eyes locked on his.
"Do it," you breathed, desperate for him, aching for the connection. "Take me."
Minho groaned, his hands moving to your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pushed you back, lifting your legs to rest over his shoulders. You could see the tension in his muscles, the strain of holding back, but he couldn't wait any longer.
With a shuddering breath, he slid into you, the feeling of him filling you sending a wave of pleasure crashing through your body. You moaned, clinging to him, your nails raking over his skin, your hips bucking, craving more.
He began to move, his pace slow and steady, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he fought to control himself. You could feel his muscles tensing, the power and strength behind his every thrust sending a shiver of anticipation through your body.
You gasped, the feeling of him stretching you, the sensation of him moving inside you, was almost too much to handle. He reached between you, his fingers brushing against your clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through you.
"More," you moaned, unable to get enough, the pressure building deep within you.
He obliged, his hips snapping against yours, his pace quickening as he drove deeper and harder into you. You cried out, your hands gripping his shoulders, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He growled, his fingers working your clit, his other hand digging into the sheets beside your head.
The pleasure was overwhelming, but every time you began to unravel, he slowed, dragging out the sensations, taking his time. You were lost in a haze of pleasure and desire, every sensation amplified, each touch, each thrust, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
Minho leaned over, his lips finding yours, his tongue swirling around yours in a way that sent shivers down your spine. You moaned into his mouth, the heat of him, the feel of him, was driving you wild. You could feel the tension building inside him, the pressure coiling in his body as his thrusts became more erratic, more desperate.
"Please," you breathed, desperate for release. "Please just let me cum."
"Not yet," he groaned, his breath ragged, his hips snapping against yours, the feeling of him sliding in and out of you was almost enough to make you fall apart. "Not until I say so."
He kept moving, the pressure building inside you, the need for release so intense, so overwhelming. You moaned, biting down on your lip, trying to hold back, but it was no use.
"Fuck," he cursed, his hips bucking, the pleasure threatening to spill over.
"Minho, please," you pleaded, your body trembling, the edge of the precipice just out of reach.
"Cum," he growled, his lips brushing against your ear, his fingers still working your clit, "now."
You cried out, the intensity of your release tearing through you, the world around you spinning as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. Minho growled, his grip tightening on you, his hips bucking wildly as he came, spilling into you, the feeling indescribable.
The world was hazy, the intensity of the pleasure still coursing through your veins, his arms wrapped tightly around you. You clung to him, the sweat-soaked sheets tangled around your bodies, his lips trailing kisses along your skin, his hands stroking your hair.
You were still reeling from the high, the room slowly coming into focus. Your breath was shaky, the aftershocks of your release rippling through your body.
Minho shifted, his hand brushing lightly over your cheek. "I love you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
"I love you too," you said, pulling him closer, his heart beating steadily beneath your ear.
The reality of what had happened settled over you, the knowledge that this could change everything. But as you lay there, curled up in his arms, you knew that no matter what happened next, this was worth it.
"Win the race," He said, pressing against your lower stomach as if he were talking to it, instantly making you laugh, even with the little energy in your body. "Because I can't wait to meet you."
And the idea, the prospect of it all, suddenly felt a lot less scary.
Minho rolled over, pulling you close, the warmth of his body seeping into yours, the sound of his heartbeat filling the quiet room. There was still so much ahead, the road was still uncertain, but in this moment, all that mattered was him.
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Changbin :
It was the kind of lazy day you didn’t get often: just the two of you sprawled out in the bed, wrapped up in each other. The sun filtered through the blinds, casting warm rays on the blankets as the soft hum of the city outside barely reached your ears. Changbin’s strong arms held you close, one hand gently brushing the back of your head as his chin rested atop it. His body heat was comforting, and for a moment, you could forget about everything outside of the little bubble the two of you created.
You’d spent the entire morning in each other's company, moving between soft kisses, playful banter, and occasional teasing as the hours slipped away. Changbin was content, in his element, basking in the warmth of your presence, literally. You could tell by how tightly he held you, never wanting to let go, always wanting to be near you. You both always seemed to have the best days together when you didn’t have anywhere to be.
But then, as if the universe decided it was time for something to shift in the peacefulness of the moment, you made a suggestion that threw everything into an entirely different, far more intimate direction.
You tilted your head, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, a playful glint in yours. “Binnie,” you murmured, your voice dropping to a more serious tone.
He hummed in response, his fingers absently tracing patterns on your arm. “Hm?”
"I think it’s time we make a baby."
There was a beat of silence before Changbin’s eyes widened, his arms momentarily stiffening around you, as though trying to process your words. His brow furrowed, mouth slightly agape, the playful smirk that usually never left his face faltering for just a moment.
“W-What?” His voice cracked as he pulled back a little to look at you. He blinked a few times, clearly stunned. “You’re... serious?”
You nodded, a little too pleased with the reaction, but then you noticed how flustered he looked, his dark eyes wide and the hint of a blush creeping up his neck. It was cute. So cute that you couldn’t hold back a small chuckle.
Changbin quickly recovered, a mischievous glint creeping back into his eyes as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m always your baby,” he said with a teasing smirk, his voice playful again.
You raised an eyebrow, your smile widening as you saw through his attempt to make light of the situation. “You sure about that? Because I’m ready for another baby now, Binnie.”
The teasing glimmer in his eyes faltered once more as his gaze dropped to your lips, and he could see that you weren’t joking. There was an undeniable sincerity in your expression, and it made his heart skip a beat. The playful energy between you shifted, his face slowly turning red as the words finally sank in.
“You’re serious?” he whispered, his breath catching in his throat.
You nodded again, leaning in to press your lips to his, but this time, it wasn’t just a kiss. It was deep, slow, and filled with something that had both of your hearts racing in unison.
When you pulled away, Changbin’s expression had shifted entirely. His chest was rising and falling faster than before, and you could feel his muscles tense under your fingertips. But what really caught your attention was the bulge pressing against your leg.
“Binnie…” you teased, your voice dripping with amusement. “I didn’t think you’d be that into the idea.”
A small whine escaped Changbin, his arms wrapping tighter around you as his lips sought yours once more. The kiss was a little sloppy, but it only served to make you laugh into it. You could feel the smile on his lips as he kissed you harder, his hands already moving along your sides and down to your thighs.
Changbin was always affectionate with you, even if he wasn't the best at showing it in public. It was always there in the way he looked at you, or the subtle brush of his fingertips against yours when no one was looking, or the sweet compliments he whispered to you when the two of you were alone. But the way his hands slid under your shirt, and the urgency in his kiss told you exactly how he felt in that moment.
You let him lift you off his lap, settling your hips down over his so that he was nestled between your legs. He groaned against your lips, and you felt his growing length straining against his pants.
When he broke the kiss, it was only to help you tug off his shirt. As soon as the garment was tossed aside, he grabbed the hem of yours and pulled it over your head, tossing it behind him, not caring where it landed. Then his lips were back on yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, eliciting a soft moan from you.
You didn't notice his fingers fumbling with the button on your jeans until he pulled away from the kiss to help you out of them, and a few moments later, you were both naked and panting. Changbin's lips were already trailing across your collarbone, his teeth nipping and sucking at your skin, making sure to leave a mark.
Your hands moved down his back, your fingers digging into his flesh as you arched up to meet his lips, his chest pressed firmly against yours.
"Changbin," you whined, his name a breathless sigh on your lips. "Touch me."
He pulled back to look at you, his expression one of pure adoration. He took in your flushed cheeks, the way your eyes were hooded and glassy, your lips parted in anticipation.
"Anything for you," he said softly.
Your body shuddered as his hand traveled up the inside of your thigh, his fingers finding their way between your folds, circling your sensitive bud. You let out a low moan, bucking against him.
"I can't wait any longer," you panted.
"Neither can I."
Without warning, he flipped you onto your back, hovering above you. His hand came up to cradle the side of your face as he lowered his lips to yours, kissing you with an intensity that made your toes curl.
When he finally broke the kiss, he reached down to grab a condom from the drawer of his nightstand, sort of like muscle memory at this point. But before he could get a chance to open the wrapper, you stopped him, placing your hand on his.
"Binnie," you breathed. "You don't need that."
His eyes met yours, the question written all over his face. You just nodded, and a wide grin spread across his face.
"Whatever you want," he whispered, and he threw the package onto the floor.
His fingers returned to their earlier spot between your legs, stroking up and down the slick heat before slipping a finger inside you, followed by another. Your breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping your throat, and you rocked against his hand.
After a few moments, Changbin pulled his fingers out, replacing them with the tip of his cock. He slowly eased into you, and a breathless gasp left your lips as he filled you completely.
He paused for a second, his forehead resting against yours, and then he began to move, the feeling of his hips rolling against yours overwhelming you. The pace was slow and sensual, and the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing and the quiet creaking of the mattress as he moved above you.
As you stared into his eyes, the emotions swirling within them were too intense, too intimate, so you closed your own, letting yourself drown in the feeling of his body against yours, his cock filling you up with each thrust.
Your hands found their way to his back, clutching at his shoulder blades, and his lips brushed against your neck. Your bodies were so close that you could feel his heartbeat thundering against your chest.
It was too much.
You wanted to feel him deeper, to pull him closer. So you hooked your legs around his waist, pulling him in until you were almost completely flush with one another. You could feel every inch of him, and it made your stomach flutter.
The new angle allowed him to go deeper, his cock hitting a spot that made your breath hitch. Your nails dug into his back, and you buried your face in his neck. "Binnie," you mumbled, and his fingers laced through yours, pinning your hands to the bed above your head.
He was everywhere. His skin was hot, his touch burning. Every part of you was connected, and the way he moved was sending you over the edge. Your head was spinning. Pleasure pulsed through your body, building higher and higher. Changbin's lips had moved down to your neck, his tongue leaving a trail of wet kisses along your skin.
When he bit down on the base of your throat, you arched into him, letting out a loud moan. "Please... Please," you pleaded, and he groaned in response.
He continued his pace, the feeling of your body against his becoming more and more overwhelming. You were close, you could tell. You were just waiting for the moment that you fell, waiting for him to push you over the edge.
Just as you were about to reach your peak, he stopped moving altogether, pulling out of you completely. Your eyes shot open and you looked up at him, a frustrated whine slipping out. "Binnie, why..."
He brought his fingers back to your clit, teasing and circling it, and your eyes fluttered shut. His lips were against your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck. "You look so beautiful like this," he whispered. "All hot and needy for me."
Your breathing grew ragged as he worked at your clit, sending sparks through your body, and your legs tightened around his waist. "Binnie, I... Please..." you panted. "Please don't stop..."
The moment his cock re-entered you, a wave of pleasure washed over you, making your back arch against him. Your legs squeezed tighter around him, keeping him buried deep inside of you as he began moving again, thrusting harder and faster this time. Your orgasm was coming.
"Let go for me," he commanded.
With a loud cry, you let go, and your orgasm tore through your body. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning his name over and over as he fucked you through it, prolonging the bliss. The feeling was indescribable, and for a brief moment, everything in the world felt right.
It was only a few seconds later that you felt Changbin shudder as his release shot into you, filling you with hot warmth. Your name fell from his lips, breathy and desperate.
His hips slowed to a stop, and he pulled out, rolling over to lay next to you, a smile tugging at his lips. You didn’t move, just letting your head fall onto his shoulder and your arm wrap around his torso. Your legs were shaking and your heart was racing, but you couldn’t stop the content smile on your face.
You turned your head slightly, pressing your lips against his shoulder. It felt like an eternity since the last time you'd both been intimate with one another like that, and you almost wanted to laugh at how natural it felt. But Changbin shifted, turning onto his side to face you, his fingers brushing across your cheek.
"You okay?" he murmured.
Your heart swelled as his eyes searched yours, a concerned expression on his face, his brows slightly furrowed. He was worried about you. He always was. And it was in moments like these that you really saw it, felt it. The love in his touch.
You smiled, nodding slowly, letting yourself get lost in the deep, dark brown pools of his eyes. You felt warm all over, a content, almost sleepy feeling overtaking you. "I love you," you said softly, and he smiled.
"I love you too."
With that, you pressed your lips to his in a brief but loving kiss. When you broke apart, you couldn't help the giddy smile that spread across your face. You let your eyes wander over him, and you felt yourself melt into his arms. You'd never felt happier than in his embrace.
He was warm and soft, his breathing slow and steady, his skin hot against yours. Your fingertips lightly brushed over his collarbones and across his shoulder, making goosebumps break out across his skin.
After a few more moments of basking in each other's presence, you shifted your position, scooting closer so that you were able to curl yourself into him, your head resting against his chest.
"Okay, I'm ready for round two now,"
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Hyunjin :
The soft hum of Hyunjin’s paintbrush against the canvas was almost soothing, the steady strokes of his arm adding layer after layer to the masterpiece in front of him. His studio smelled like oil paints and creativity, with light spilling in through the tall windows, casting a golden hue on everything. He was lost in his work, just the way he liked it, completely immersed.
But you missed him. And right now, with the pull of your body, the warmth of your desire, you couldn’t help but want him close.
With a quiet smile, you slipped out of your bedroom, putting on nothing but his oversized shirt, the fabric reaching mid-thigh. You padded down the hallway, your steps slower than usual as the heat between your legs reminded you of the feeling growing in your core. It wasn’t something that could be ignored, and the fact that Hyunjin was so close made the need even more intense.
You reached his studio, and as you poked your head around the doorframe, your heart skipped when you saw him still focused on his painting. A smirk tugged at your lips. You waddled in, walking with purpose as you made your way toward him. He glanced up, surprised by the soft sound of your footsteps before a soft chuckle escaped him.
"Hey, darling," he greeted, his voice warm and inviting. His smile was like the first rays of the sun breaking through the clouds, and you could feel your pulse quicken in response. He leaned back in his chair, arms outstretched, expecting you to crawl into his lap.
You didn’t waste any time. Before he could say another word, you were on him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his, demanding the attention you craved. His body stiffened for a moment, but then he melted into you, pulling you closer as your kisses deepened. You could feel his surprise mixed with fondness in the way his hands gripped your waist.
“Love, what’s up?” he murmured between kisses, a playful glint in his eyes. “You miss me that much?”
You pulled away slightly, keeping your hands on his shoulders as you looked him over, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. You didn’t even try to hold back, letting the feeling of desire overwhelm you. “I want to make a baby right now.”
Hyunjin blinked, processing your words. His lips curled into that teasing, sexy smile of his, and you could tell he was trying not to laugh at your sudden forwardness. “Ah, are you tired of me painting on you? Would you rather I finish in you instead?” His voice was smooth, every word dripping with his signature charm.
You froze, face feeling hot. "Hyunjin!" you gasped, swatting at his chest playfully, too embarrassed to even look him in the eye. "I'm serious!"
The mischievous glint in his eyes softened, and his arms tightened around you, bringing you flush against his chest. "I know you are," he said, his tone now filled with affection and sincerity. "And I love the idea." His voice lowered, almost a whisper as he leaned in close, brushing his lips across your ear. “Can we make a baby now?”
Your heart raced, and the sheer intensity in his voice made you forget about your nervousness. The room felt smaller, more intimate as he pulled back to look at you, a mix of excitement and love in his gaze.
“You really want to?” you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes, your body practically humming with desire.
“Well, I need to go back to my painting, love,” he murmured, voice thick with affection but also a hint of teasing. “I’ll be done soon, and then we can—”
“No.” You interrupted him playfully, your lips landing on his jaw, trailing kisses along the path of his neck as you pressed your body fully against his. “I don’t want to wait, Hyunjin. I want you, right now.”
His breath hitched, and you could feel the shiver run through his body. His grip on you tightened, and you smiled against his neck, knowing the effect you had on him.
You felt his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you in for a heated kiss. His hands then slipped beneath the shirt that you put on, his fingertips finding their way to your half-hardened nipples. His lips found your jaw, placing featherlight kisses along your skin, before trailing lower, stopping at the base of your neck.
He let out a soft hum of approval, and you knew exactly what he was thinking. He loved marking you, making sure that everyone knew that you belonged to him. You leaned into him, wanting him to have better access to the sensitive skin.
As he started sucking on your skin, you felt yourself relax, the warmth of his touch calming the desire burning within you. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and dip. The sound of his lips against your skin was enough to send shivers down your spine, and the feeling of his mouth on your skin was electrifying.
His fingers dipped lower, reaching between your legs. You spread your thighs, allowing him easier access. As his fingertips brushed against your folds, you could feel how wet you already were.
His lips parted, and his breath caught. "So wet, love," he breathed, his voice thick with awe and wonder.
You whined, pressing your body closer to his, needing him inside you. "Hyunjin," you moaned softly, your fingers digging into his biceps, "fuck me, please."
His arms wrapped around you, lifting you up and carrying you over to his desk, where he placed you down, your bare back hitting the cold surface. Your head spun at the sudden change of position, the room shifting from vertical to horizontal in an instant.
But Hyunjin was already tugging down his sweats and boxers, letting them fall around his ankles before kicking them off. His cock sprung free, standing proud and tall, and you bit your lip, admiring the sight. His tip glistened with precum, and you could see his erection twitch.
"I'm going to fuck a baby into you," he promised, and the words alone sent a fresh wave of arousal through your body. "So take every drop, okay?"
You nodded, spreading your legs, eager and waiting for him to enter you. Your whole body was buzzing, the anticipation making you tremble with excitement.
"Not yet, if I don't prepare you," he said, and before you could react, he pushed two fingers inside your core, "it'll hurt."
A small gasp escaped you, the intrusion taking you by surprise, but it was a good kind of surprise, one that left you feeling lightheaded and desperate for more. Your eyes fluttered shut as he moved his fingers in and out, stretching you.
He added a few more fingers before pulling out, the slick coating his digits. "There," he purred, pumping his own length to lubricate it, "ready?"
You didn't need to answer, your legs opening wide as an invitation. Hyunjin leaned forward, capturing your lips in a kiss. It was tender and slow, but filled with desire, and you could feel the intensity of his love for you.
Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging lightly at the soft locks. The sensation caused him to moan softly, and he broke the kiss, panting slightly. His dark eyes were filled with lust and desire, and you couldn't help but let out a small whimper, eager for more.
He positioned his length against your entrance, the tip just barely dipping inside. He held it there for a moment, his other hand caressing your thigh. Biting down on your bottom lip, too excited to form words. You couldn't take it anymore, and with a slight wiggle of your hips, you urged him inside.
"Patience, love," he murmured, and you could hear the teasing in his tone.
He pushed inside, his cock stretching your walls, and you couldn't stop the moan that fell from your lips. He buried himself deep within you, his length filling you up. He began to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being inside you.
His hands moved to cup your breasts, gently squeezing and kneading the mounds, teasing the peaks. You arched into him, craving more.
"You're so perfect," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You're so tight around me."
You could only whimper, words escaping you. His praises were music to your ears, and the feel of his cock moving inside you made your head spin. His slow pace itching your walls, the friction sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.
His lips were on yours again, kissing you hungrily, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You tasted him, his scent intoxicating, the smell of oil paints and his natural musk making your head spin.
He broke the kiss, panting softly, his lips moving to your neck. He trailed kisses along the curve of your shoulder, and you could feel his teeth nipping at your skin. You were losing yourself in the feeling, the sensations overwhelming you.
His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples, and you were gasping and moaning, completely at his mercy.
"You're taking me so well, baby," he cooed, his words sending a thrill through your body.
He quickened the pace for you, and you were clinging to him, your nails digging into his skin. He was relentless, his thrusts not incredibly fast, but powerful, his hands moving to grip your waist, pulling you close as he fucked into you.
Your mind was clouded, the only thing registering was the way his cock stretched and filled you, his fingers playing with your breasts, his lips leaving a trail of kisses across your neck and shoulders.
"I love you," you gasped, and he moaned into your skin in response, his teeth sinking into the curve of your neck.
He was lost in your warmth, in the feeling of being inside you, and the room was filled with the sounds of skin against skin, your soft moans and whimpers, his breathy pants and low groans. It was almost too much for you, the sensations threatening to push you over the edge, the coil within your abdomen winding tighter and tighter.
"You're going to cum for me, baby," Hyunjin murmured, his voice thick with need and desire. "And you're going to cum for our baby, too."
That was all you needed to hear to send you spiraling into a mind-blowing orgasm, your walls clamping around his cock, and your fingers digging into his shoulders. You moaned loudly, unable to control yourself as your climax crashed into you like a tidal wave. Hyunjin's pace stuttered, and you felt his release inside you, filling you to the brim.
"I love you so much," Hyunjin breathed, pulling you into a deep kiss.
As he pulled away, your body suddenly felt empty, but Hyunjin suddenly slipped two fingers inside your pussy, the wetness and slick of both your arousal and cum allowing him to glide them in. "Full of me, love," he hummed in appreciation as you tightened your grip around him, whimpering, still sensitive.
"I know baby, it's so much, but I told to you take every single drop." he kissed your forehead gently and slipped in a third finger, stretching you slightly. "You can do that for me right?"
Your body shuddered in his grasp, and you felt his other hand gently rub your tummy. "You're gonna be so big," Hyunjin purred, kissing your cheeks, "and I can't wait to see our baby inside you, and everyone's going to be able to see the work of art I created inside of you. Everyone will know."
"Hyunjin..." you panted, still catching your breath after your orgasm, and the image he created in your mind sent your mind spinning once more.
"I think this will be my best piece yet, hm?"
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Han Jisung :
The warm glow of the living room lamp bounced softly off the walls as you sprawled lazily across the couch, your head resting comfortably in Jisung's lap. His focus was pinned to the TV screen in front of you, fingers flying over the controller in a frenzied attempt to beat whatever game had stolen his attention. The faint sound of rapid button mashing mixed with his occasional muttering under his breath, a mix of self-encouragement and exaggerated complaints about the game mechanics.
Jisung in his element was a sight to behold. His lips parted slightly in concentration, his sharp jawline flexing whenever he gritted his teeth at a missed combo. The sleeveless shirt he wore hung loose around his lean frame, leaving his toned arms on full display. You couldn't help but let your eyes wander, imagining how your child could inherit those features: the cheeky grin, the soft yet angular face, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled too hard.
The thought planted itself so firmly in your head that the words tumbled out before you could second-guess yourself.
“Jisung,” you said casually, letting your hand drift lazily over his thigh, “you ever think about making a baby with me?”
For a moment, his reaction was nonexistent. He grunted in response, still laser-focused on the game.
“Mm-hmm, yeah, babe. Just hold on, I’m about to beat this guy--”
And then it hit him.
His hands froze on the controller, his character on the screen taking a hit as he snapped his head down to look at you, eyes wide as saucers. “Wait, what?!”
You stifled a laugh at his reaction, the tips of his ears already beginning to turn red. He stared at you, completely speechless, mouth agape as if waiting for you to break into laughter and tell him it was just a joke. When you didn’t, he sputtered helplessly, trying to gather his thoughts.
“Han Jisung,” you said again, this time with a mischievous lilt to your voice, “how would you feel about putting a baby in me sometime soon?”
“Yah, stop it!” he sputtered, his voice jumping an octave as he frantically mashed at the controller, trying to pause the game but failing miserably in his flustered state. “You can’t just say stuff like that when I’m in the middle of—of…”
“…this!” he finally blurted, his voice cracking slightly as he slammed the pause button with a frustrated jab. The screen froze mid-action, his character caught in a losing battle, but Jisung didn’t seem to care. He stared down at you, his lips parted in disbelief, his cheeks now a fiery shade of red.
“You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, setting the controller down on the cushion beside him. His hands flew to his face, covering his flushed expression as if it would shield him from your teasing. “Who even says that so casually?”
You grinned, clearly enjoying his reaction far too much. “What?” you asked innocently, though the mischievous glint in your eyes gave you away. “It’s not like I’m asking for a baby right now. I’m just saying… you’d make a cute dad.”
He peeked at you through his fingers, his brows furrowing. “This is not normal couch talk!” he whined, his voice higher than usual as his brain scrambled to keep up. “You can’t just spring stuff like that on me. I’m trying to focus, and then you go and--”
“Distract you?” you finished for him, your tone light and playful. Sliding your hand up under his shirt, you let your fingers graze over the smooth, warm skin of his stomach. His muscles twitched under your touch, and his entire body stiffened as if you’d just short-circuited him.
“D-Doing- that!” he stammered, his voice cracking again. He grabbed your wrist gently but didn’t pull your hand away, his ears burning redder by the second. “You’re being distracting right now, and you know that.”
“Am I?” you teased, tilting your head to look up at him with a sweet smile that only made him more flustered. “You’re just so cute, Ji. Can you blame me for thinking about it? About us? About what it’d be like to have a little Han Jisung running around?”
“Aghhh!” he groaned dramatically, throwing his head back against the couch. “Stop! You’re gonna make me combust or something. I’m already sweaty from this game, and now you’re- ugh, I can’t with you!”
You giggled, loving every second of his over-the-top reaction. “Okay, okay,” you said, patting his chest soothingly. “Breathe, Han. It’s just a thought. A cute little thought. You don’t have to freak out about it that much.”
“I’m not freaking out!” he argued, though his voice cracked once more, betraying him. His wide eyes darted down to yours, his expression softening despite his embarrassment. “I mean… I have thought about it. A little. Not, like, seriously, but…”
“But?” you pressed gently, your teasing tone giving way to genuine curiosity.
He sighed, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck nervously. “But… the idea isn’t terrible,” he admitted quietly, his gaze dropping to the hand you still had resting on his stomach. “I just… I wanna be good enough, you know? So that I’d… that I wouldn’t mess it up.”
Your heart swelled at his vulnerability, the way he couldn’t help but let his anxieties surface even in a moment like this. You shifted to sit up, cupping his cheek and guiding his gaze back to yours. “Jisung,” you said softly, your thumb brushing over his skin. “You’re already good enough. And if you ever doubt it, just look at how much I love you. That should tell you everything.”
His eyes widened for a moment before they softened, his lips curling into a shy smile. “You’re too much,” he mumbled, leaning into your touch. “Seriously. How am I supposed to focus on anything when you’re like this?”
“Maybe you’re not supposed to,” you teased, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Maybe this is my way of saying… you’ve already won the game, Jisung. You’ve already got me.”
-
The clock ticked closer to midnight, the soft hum of the heater filling the cozy silence of the living room. You’d already changed into your favorite oversized t-shirt for bed, hair loosely tied back as you padded barefoot across the carpet. Jisung was still glued to the TV, his earlier embarrassment mostly forgotten as he focused intently on beating the level that had eluded him earlier.
You stopped just short of him, arms crossed, tilting your head with an amused smirk. “Still at it, huh?”
He glanced at you briefly, flashing an apologetic grin. “Almost there, baby. Just need a few more minutes. I’m so close.”
Rolling your eyes, you moved closer, draping yourself over the back of the couch so you could peek at the screen. “You’ve been saying that for the past twenty minutes.”
“Yeah, but this time I mean it,” he defended, his tongue poking out slightly in concentration.
With a sigh, you leaned down further, your hair brushing against his cheek. “Ji,” you murmured, your voice soft and sultry, “don’t you think it’s time for bed?”
He froze for a fraction of a second before shaking his head, trying to stay focused. “Just a little longer, promise. I’m almost- no, no, no, almost there!”
You bit back a smile, watching the way his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed in frustration. He was adorable when he was like this, but you weren’t about to let him get away with ignoring you.
Sliding around the couch, you plopped yourself down beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. “You know,” you began, tracing small circles on his arm with your finger, “the game isn’t going anywhere. It’ll still be here tomorrow. But me…” You trailed off, your voice dropping suggestively.
He stiffened slightly, his grip on the controller tightening. “Baby,” he muttered, a warning in his tone. “Don’t do that right now.”
“Do what?” you asked innocently, shifting closer.
“This,” he said, gesturing vaguely at you with one hand while his character took a hit on screen.
You straddled his lap without warning, the controller slipping from his hands as his eyes shot up to meet yours. “Oops,” you said with a cheeky grin.
“Y/N,” he groaned, his voice laced with both exasperation and something warmer. His hands hovered awkwardly by your sides, unsure whether to push you away or pull you closer.
You looped your arms around his neck, your movements deliberate as you shifted in his lap. His breath hitched, and you felt the slight twitch of his muscles beneath you. “Come to bed with me, Jisung,” you whispered, leaning in so your lips brushed against his ear. “Unless… you’d rather stay here and let me go to sleep all by myself.”
“Babe,” he choked out, his hands finally settling on your waist, holding you in place as if to stop you from moving any further. His ears were blazing red again, his gaze darting anywhere but your face.
“Or,” you continued, tilting his chin up so he had no choice but to look at you, “we could practice making a baby tonight.”
The words hung in the air, and for a moment, Jisung looked like his brain had completely short-circuited. His mouth opened and closed a few times, no sound coming out except a faint squeak.
“Wait, you’re- are you serious?” he finally managed, his voice cracking as his grip on your waist tightened slightly.
You leaned in, your lips brushing against his jawline. “What do you think?”
Jisung swallowed hard, his wide eyes locking onto yours. The game was long forgotten, and the controller was discarded on the couch beside him. His hands slid up your sides, tentative but firm, as if testing to see if you were really there.
You pressed a soft kiss to his neck, his breath hitching slightly. Your hands were already wandering, sliding over the smooth skin of his arms and tracing along his collarbones. He shivered, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you closer.
"Mm, so I'm guessing this means you like that idea?" you teased, your lips trailing along his jaw.
"Baby," he whined, his voice already husky and breathless. "I... I'm not sure what I'm doing, but I- I want..."
"What do you want, Ji?"
"You," he breathed, his eyes fluttering shut. "Always."
"Then take me," you whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
He captured your lips with his, the kiss searing hot and desperate. Your hands slipped into his hair, tugging him closer as his tongue slipped into your mouth, swallowing your moan. He tasted like the peppermint candies he'd been sucking on earlier, sweet and crisp, and the way his mouth moved against yours made your head spin.
He pulled away after a moment, his lips already swollen, chest heaving. His eyes met yours, dark and clouded with desire, and he looked like he was ready to devour you.
"Do you really... mean it? You'd let me make a baby with you?"
You couldn't help but laugh at the hesitant tone of his voice, at how cute it was that he was still checking for confirmation. "I'll say it as many times as you need to hear it. Yes, Jisung. I want a baby with you. I want you to put a baby in me."
His eyes lit up, his cheeks flushing bright pink, and for a second he almost looked innocent. But the way his hands tugged impatiently at your shirt and his eyes raked hungrily over your body was anything but.
"So what are we waiting for, then?" he said, his voice low.
You grinned, letting him pull the shirt over your head and toss it carelessly to the floor. "Absolutely nothing."
-
Jisung's hands were everywhere, his lips tracing hot kisses along the column of your neck as he backed you into the bedroom. Your legs hit the edge of the bed, and he was on top of you in an instant, his hands grasping at your thighs. His hands spread out on the underside of your thighs, lifting them up so he could position himself between them.
The way his hands moved over your body was possessive, almost primal, his eyes dark and hooded as they locked onto yours. He ground his hips into yours, and the hard bulge of his cock pressing into you had you biting back a moan.
"You want this?" he whispered, his voice dripping with desire.
"God, yes," you breathed, tugging at his shirt. "Want you, Jisung."
He leaned back just long enough to strip off his shirt, tossing it aside. "So fucking sexy," he murmured, his hands slipping up your bare thighs. "You're the only one I want. The only one I ever want to put a baby in."
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, and with a swift tug, they were gone, discarded somewhere in the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Your breath caught in your throat, and he paused, his eyes roaming hungrily over your bare body.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his hands coming up to squeeze at your breasts. "The things you do to me."
"Show me," you whispered, reaching out to stroke him through his boxers. "Show me how much you want this, baby."
He hissed at the contact, his hips jerking into your hand. "Y/N," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "I'm gonna- gonna fuck a baby into you."
The words went straight to your core, and you couldn't stop the whimper that slipped past your lips. He was so close, his warm breath fanning across your face, his hands already roaming over your body. He reached between your legs, his fingers ghosting over your wet folds, and a soft moan escaped him.
"Look how wet you are, baby. So wet for me," he murmured, his finger sliding through your slick folds and circling around your clit. "How long was I keeping you waiting for this?"
You let out a gasp as he slid a finger into you, your walls clenching around him. "All week," you breathed, hips bucking involuntarily as he pumped his finger in and out.
He smirked, his thumb rubbing slow circles over your clit as his finger curled inside you. "Mm, poor baby," he cooed. "You've been so needy for my cock, haven't you?"
"God, yes," you whimpered, arching into his touch.
"So impatient," he teased, adding a second finger and pumping faster. "You want me to fill you up, don't you? To fuck you until you can't take it anymore?"
You moaned, his dirty words only heightening your arousal. He curled his fingers inside you, and you writhed, his name falling from your lips. "Yes, yes, please, Ji, I need-"
He leaned in, his voice a husky whisper. "Tell me what you need, baby."
"Your cock," you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Want your cock, Ji, please."
His lips curled into a satisfied grin. "Anything for you, baby. Anything for the mother of my child."
The words sent a rush of heat through you, and he slid his fingers out of you, the ache of emptiness already setting in. You watched him strip off his boxers, the sight of his hard cock sending another wave of arousal through you.
He gripped the base, the head flushed and leaking with precum. "Tell me, Y/N. Tell me where you want my cum."
You spread your legs, his eyes fixated on the glistening folds between them. "Inside me," you breathed, the ache becoming unbearable. "Please, Ji, I want it all."
He stroked himself, his thumb swiping over the head and spreading the precum. "Mm, so good, baby," he groaned, his free hand grasping at your thigh and guiding your legs apart.
"Need you," you whined, your walls clenching around nothing.
"You'll have me," he promised, lining himself up with your entrance. He rubbed the head along your folds, and you moaned, his name spilling from your lips.
"Jisung, please," you begged, hips bucking as you tried to press him deeper.
"Tell me how bad you want it," he whispered, teasing your entrance with the head. "Tell me how bad you want a little Han Jisung."
"So bad," you moaned, your hands grasping at his back. "Please, Ji, give me everything. Fill me up, put a baby in me, please, I'm-"
The rest of your words dissolved into a cry as he slid inside you, his thick cock stretching your walls. He groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrust in, bottoming out in one swift movement.
"So fucking tight," he hissed, his head falling forward as he took a moment to collect himself.
"So big," you whimpered, shifting beneath him and feeling the fullness.
"And all yours," he murmured, starting to move inside you. He rocked his hips into yours, burying himself deep inside you with every thrust. His cock dragged against your walls, hitting just the right spot to make your toes curl.
"Ji," you moaned, nails digging into his skin as you clung to him. "God, I love you."
"Love you, too," he breathed, his voice strained. His rhythm was relentless, his thrusts quick and deep, the sounds of your pleasure mingling together.
Your hips rose to meet his, and his hands gripped your thighs, pushing them apart even further. "So beautiful," he muttered, his eyes fixated on the way you clenched around him.
He leaned forward, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. He swallowed your moans, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as his cock slammed into you. You arched off the bed, a high-pitched cry escaping your lips. His mouth trailed along your jaw, sucking a mark into your skin.
Suddenly he took your hand in his and pressed on your lower stomach, pushing down hard as his thrusts grew more frantic.
"Feel that, baby? Feel my cock in you?" he growled. "Can you feel the way it stretches you, the way it fills you up? That's me putting a baby in you."
You couldn't form any coherent words, your cries rising in pitch as the pressure built inside you. You felt yourself start to unravel, your body shaking, his name tumbling from your lips. You couldn't hold back anymore, his words pushing you over the edge. Your walls clenched around him, pleasure surging through your body as he pounded into you. You cried out, waves of ecstasy washing over you as he fucked you through your orgasm.
He didn't slow down, his movements becoming more erratic, his grip on your thighs tightening. You were barely starting to come down when he buried himself deep inside you, a hoarse groan escaping his lips.
His hips jerked, his cock pulsing as he came. His cum filled you, warm and thick, his hips grinding against yours as his release spilled into you. His name fell from your lips again, a breathless sigh, and his thrusts slowed, his body shuddering above yours.
He stayed there for a moment, panting, his eyes half-lidded and his gaze hazy. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then to the corner of your mouth. You tilted your head up, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, and he melted into you.
You both lay there, tangled together, your breathing slowly evening out. He held you close, his hands stroking your hair. Your limbs were still tingling, your mind fuzzy.
After a few minutes of laying in each other's arms, he pulled away, and you felt the sudden emptiness, his cum dripping out of you. His eyes widened at the sight.
"Did- Did I do that? I'm sorry," he muttered, reaching for a tissue.
You couldn't help but laugh softly at his panic. "It's okay, baby. I told you to."
He blushed, his ears reddening again. "Oh, right. Still... sorry, I'm a little out of it."
You giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You did good."
He looked down, his gaze soft and his lips curving into a shy smile. "I'm glad," he murmured, cleaning you both up before laying back down beside you.
You curled up in his arms, and his fingers trailed over your skin, gentle and soothing. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.
His eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned into your touch. "We should... do it again. When I'm not so tired," he murmured.
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Felix :
It was a peaceful night. The kind where the whole world feels like it’s settled into a comfortable, lazy rhythm. You and Felix were lying in bed, cuddled up under the blankets, the soft hum of the night settling around you both. His hand was gently resting on your waist, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back.
But despite the calm, there was something on your mind, something you hadn’t been able to shake for the last few days. Baby fever.
Not just baby fever, but the idea of him leaving any kind of indication that he was yours on you. Love bites, marks, bites, anything.
And it wasn’t like you were planning on having a baby tomorrow (you were still young, after all), but the thought had been growing, and now you couldn’t stop it. Felix had always been someone you pictured with kids, with his soft smile, his playful personality, and the way he always seemed so gentle and caring.
You would always think of how your kid would inherit his traits, his eyes, his freckles, his smile. Maybe the baby would have his characteristics too.
You shifted slightly, turning over to face him, your body pressing a little closer to his. Felix looked down at you with a soft, sleepy smile, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes were still filled with the warmth of the moment, not yet aware of the direction your thoughts were heading.
Felix hummed, and you took a deep breath, staring up at him with a mixture of hesitation and boldness.
"Felix... Why don't you ever mark me up?" you asked suddenly, catching him off guard. His eyebrows furrowed, his gaze shifting from your face to your lips and back up again.
"Mark you?" he echoed, his deep voice scratching your ear, a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Like... how?"
You bit your lip, trying to keep your composure as your pulse picked up speed. "You know... like... with your teeth, your lips, something... I dunno. Sometimes, I just want to feel... marked."
Felix blinked in surprise. His hand paused mid-air as if he was considering your words carefully, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Is... that something you'd want me to do?" he asked in a soft, almost timid tone, his accent adding a cute layer to his question, looking down at you as if trying to read your expression.
You nodded slowly, a small, teasing smile curling at the edges of your lips. "Yeah... I kind of want that."
Before you could continue, Felix’s lips descended on your neck, his teeth already gently nipping at the sensitive skin. You gasped softly, your hands immediately tangling into his hair. He was submissive in the way he was responding, eagerly giving you exactly what you’d asked for. His lips were warm against your skin, trailing soft kisses along your collarbone, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.
Felix pulled back slightly, breathing heavily against your neck, his lips still brushing against your skin. His voice was hushed, almost reverent. "Is this what you wanted?" he whispered, his hands resting on your sides, gently guiding you closer.
You nodded again, but this time, your fingers didn’t stop at his hair. You slid them down his back, pulling him closer, your breath catching as you tried to find the words.
"I..." You faltered, trying to figure out what exactly you wanted him to do, what you needed him to do, but nothing seemed right. You didn't want him to stop, and you couldn't think of a better way to ask him for what you really wanted.
Felix was looking at you with those beautiful eyes of his, and the thought flashed through your head, and you blurted it out before you could change your mind. "I also... have been thinking about kids, lately. Not- not just in general. But with you, specifically."
His eyes widened slightly, and his blush deepened. A deep noise escaped him, and then he smiled, the same gentle, loving smile he'd always given you. He didn't say anything, though, but his hands shifted lower on your waist, a silent reassurance that he'd heard what you'd said, and he understood.
Felix's lips returned to your neck, kissing a path down the column of your throat. "When would you want that?" he murmured, and the way his words were muffled by your skin sent a pleasant tingle through your body.
You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure and speak through the haze. "Someday, someday. But not anytime soon. I just want... you to know that I think about it, sometimes. And I think you would be an amazing dad."
He paused, his lips resting on your shoulder. Then, a small smile curled his lips. He leaned in and kissed you softly, and you could taste the smile on his lips. "I think about that too," he murmured, his voice so soft and vulnerable that you couldn't help but melt against him.
"Do you want to know what else I think about?" he whispered, his breath warm on your cheek. "What else I've been thinking about?"
You shivered, closing your eyes and leaning closer to him. You nodded, biting your lip and trying not to look as excited as you were.
He smiled against your lips, a small laugh escaping him. "I've been thinking about this," he breathed, and then he pressed his hips forward, his half-hard length rubbing against your inner thigh. "And this," he continued, sliding his hands down to grip your ass. "And this," he continued, slipping his fingers under your underwear, stroking along the curve of your butt.
His hands slipped underneath your shirt, running up the length of your stomach and cupping your breasts, gently squeezing.
Your heart pounded against his chest, and your hands slid down his back, slipping inside the waistband of his boxers. He sucked in a sharp breath when your fingertips brushed against his ass. You squeezed him gently, a low hum vibrating from the base of your throat.
"Mmm... and you too," you replied, arching your back slightly and pressing your chest further into his hands. "I think about the way your fingers feel, the way you kiss me, the way you hold me."
"And what do you think about, when I hold you like this?" he whispered, his hands moving lower, his fingers dancing along your thighs. "When I touch you like this?"
He moved his hands down, gently parting your thighs, his fingers tracing along the sensitive skin between your legs. Your breath caught, and you let out a soft moan, your hands sliding up to clutch his shoulders.
"I think about the way you're gonna make me feel. And I can't wait until the day that I'm carrying your child," you answered, biting your lip and squeezing your thighs together.
Felix's hands stilled, and he stared down at you, his eyes dark with desire.
"God," he groaned, and the sound was so raw, so desperate, that it sent a rush of heat straight to your core. His eyes flicked down to your lips, his fingers moving up and tracing circles over the sensitive spot above your entrance.
You whined, trying not to move and press your hips into his touch. He chuckled, his fingers circling lazily. "And how long have you been thinking about that, huh? What made you bring it up?" he asked, his voice husky.
"Mmm..." you sighed, arching your back and squeezing his shoulder. "Maybe... a week? Or two? But I can't get the thought out of my head."
His breath hitched, his fingers slowing, and then stopping.
"A week," he echoed, his eyes fixed on yours, his lips parted slightly. "You've been thinking about this for a week."
You nodded, trying not to squirm under his intense stare.
"Yeah. I... I think it would be a great thing to have with you."
He was silent for a moment, his gaze flickering down to your mouth, then back up to your eyes. His lips curled up into a mischievous smirk, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Then why don't we start practicing?" he suggested, his voice low and seductive, sending a wave of heat through your body.
You let out a shaky breath, nodding quickly. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your neck, before pulling back and grabbing the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it over your head. He tossed it to the floor, his hands running up the smooth planes of your stomach, cupping your breasts.
You reached for the bottom of his shirt, tugging it over his head, before sliding your hands up his chest. He smiled, his hands returning to your hips, and pulling you flush against his chest.
"So you want me to mark you up? Bite and scratch and claim you?" he asked, his lips brushing over the skin of your throat.
"Yes," you gasped, tilting your head to the side and giving him more access to your neck.
He let his teeth scrape lightly over the side of your neck.
"You want me to leave my mark all over your body?" he continued, his voice low and husky.
"Mmmhmm," you moaned, clutching his shoulders and pulling him closer.
"You want me to fuck a baby into you?" he growled, his teeth grazing your earlobe.
You shivered, your hips rolling against his. "Yes," you breathed. "Yes, god, please. Do it."
Felix chuckled, his hands moving down to squeeze your ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
"Okay then, anything for you, princess," he purred, the tone in his voice changing to a sweeter one, his lips trailing down to the hollow of your throat.
You let out a moan as his teeth scraped over the sensitive skin of your collarbone. He nipped lightly at your neck, his tongue flicking over the skin. His lips trailed lower, his mouth latching onto the swell of your breast. He bit down lightly, a sharp intake of breath escaping you. His tongue traced over the small red mark left by his teeth, soothing the skin.
You whined, pushing your hips against his, trying to create some friction. He smirked, his fingers digging into the plump flesh of your ass.
"Patience," he chided, his tongue swiping over the mark again.
"Oh, I'm so patient," you breathed, arching your back.
Felix chuckled, his tongue lapping over the mark once more, before he moved down, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses down the valley between your breasts. He stopped when he reached the bottom of the valley, his hands moving up to cup your breasts, kneading the soft flesh.
His thumbs rubbed circles around your nipples, the tips of his fingers tweaking them, his eyes watching the way your body reacted. You arched into his touch, his hands feeling like fire on your skin, the rough calluses sending delicious sparks of electricity through you. It felt like his mouth was hitting every right spot, the combination making your head spin. Taking his time to make sure they really left a dark mark on you.
Felix let go of one breast, his hand trailing down your stomach, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your panties. His fingers circled around the apex of your thighs, his thumb rubbing light, teasing circles over your clit.
You gasped, your hands grabbing at the sheets beneath you, trying to steady yourself. He laughed softly, his mouth pressing hot, wet kisses over the sensitive skin of your stomach. His fingers moved lower, stroking between your folds.
"So wet already, baby," he purred, his tongue flicking out over your hip bone.
"Please, Felix," you begged, your body aching for his touch, his closeness, his warmth.
"What do you want, princess? Tell me," he coaxed, his voice low and smooth.
"I want you to make me come," you pleaded, rolling your hips against his fingers.
Felix hummed, his eyes hooded and filled with lust, his fingers still working between your legs.
"You want to come for me?" he teased, his voice dropping even lower.
"Yes, please," you whimpered, the muscles in your thighs beginning to tense.
"You wanna come on my cock?" he rasped, his free hand moving up to squeeze your breast.
"Yes," you moaned, throwing your head back and closing your eyes.
Felix pulled away suddenly, his hands leaving your body, the sudden absence of his warmth making you whine.
"How about you help me get ready for you, baby?" he suggested, a hint of a challenge in his tone.
You immediately sat up, reaching down and yanking his boxers off, his thick cock springing free, standing proudly, the tip flushed red and leaking precum.
You grabbed his length, pumping him a few times, before licking a long stripe up his shaft, swirling your tongue around the head.
Felix moaned, his hands tangling into your hair, his hips rolling up, his cock pressing against the roof of your mouth.
You sucked lightly, your hand stroking his length, his hips bucking up to meet you. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.
You bobbed your head, taking his cock deeper, your tongue swirling around his tip. You took him in until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. He let out a deep groan, his hands tugging at your hair, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sinking deeper.
You hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard, his head thrown back in pleasure, his grip on your hair tightening. You swirled your tongue around the tip, his hips rocking up, his cock hitting the back of your throat, his fingers twisting in your hair.
You made sure to wet the entire length of him, wanting to ensure that he could slide in with ease, even though he was already incredibly hard. He groaned, his hips jerking forward, his cock bumping against the back of your throat, his eyes meeting yours.
"You ready?" he breathed, his voice husky and dripping with desire.
You nodded, swallowing him down once more before letting go of him, pulling back and licking your lips. He groaned, his hand tightening in your hair.
"Good job, beautiful," he purred, pulling you up and guiding you over his lap, his lips descending on yours, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip. You moaned, parting your lips and allowing his tongue to slip inside.
His hand slid between your legs, his fingers slipping between your folds, teasing you, his thumb pressing against your clit. You whimpered, grinding down on his fingers, his hand moving lower, his thumb rubbing circles over your entrance.
He pulled back, his lips trailing down your neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin, his tongue flicking over the pulse point.
"Felix," you gasped, rolling your hips against his, the need for him growing.
He hummed, his fingers slowly easing into you, stretching you out, preparing you. You moaned, throwing your head back, his name slipping from your lips, his hand tightening on your hip.
"Do you think you can handle me now, baby?" he murmured, his breath tickling the side of your neck.
"Mmm, please," you pleaded, rocking against his hand.
Felix pulled his fingers out, placing them in his mouth and licking them clean, his eyes fixed on yours, he hummed in approval of the taste, making you shiver in anticipation. He grabbed your hips and pressed you against the bed, climbing on top of you and pressing you against the sheets. His lips descended on your neck, his tongue trailing across the skin, leaving hot, wet marks in their wake. His cock was resting against your hip, the thick, hot shaft twitching with the promise of release.
His mouth found your collarbone, his lips and teeth scraping against your skin, a soft moan escaping you, your body aching for more contact with him, your skin craving his warmth, the heat of his body pressing against yours.
"God, Felix," you breathed, your nails digging into his back, your legs wrapping around his waist, urging him forward.
He chuckled, his hips thrusting forward, the thick, hard head of his cock pressing against your entrance, before pushing into you, the feeling making your head spin.
He moaned, his forehead pressing against yours, his hands moving down your hips, squeezing your thighs.
"So tight, so good," he purred, his hips pulling back slightly before slamming forward, your head falling back as your body adjusted to the size of him. He began to thrust into you slowly, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease, the delicious friction of him moving in and out of you driving you crazy.
"Fuck, Felix, fuck," you cried out, your hips grinding up to meet his every thrust, your fingers digging into his shoulders. He grunted, his lips pressing against your throat, his breath hot against your skin.
He thrust faster, the head of his cock bumping against your g-spot, your nails digging into his skin as you clung to him, trying to stay grounded. Your head swam, your body shaking as his thrusts increased in speed, the pleasure of him moving inside you, filling you up making your mind foggy.
"You like that, huh?" he rasped, his thumb tracing over the tip of your clit, the pressure and the pleasure building.
You moaned, your eyes fluttering shut as your walls clenched around his shaft, your orgasm building inside of you already, the feeling making you want to scream out his name, the pleasure too overwhelming. He groaned, his fingers rubbing slow, teasing circles around your clit.
"Felix, please slow down," you whimpered, the amount of sensations driving you mad, your hips grinding up against him, desperate for release. He grunted, his thrusts slowing to a teasing pace, his thumb stroking over your clit, your orgasm so close it almost made your vision blurry.
You clung to him, his cock driving into you slowly, your legs wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his ass. He moaned, his head resting on your shoulder, his hands squeezing your thighs as he moved inside you.
You let out a whimper as his thumb rubbed against your clit, the slow, agonizing friction making your body shudder, your walls tightening around him, the pressure almost too much to take.
He groaned, his hips jerking forward, his cock buried deep inside you, the heat of him making you squirm in anticipation, your walls clenching around him.
"Felix," you panted, the feeling of your impending orgasm making your head spin.
"Yes, princess," he hissed, his lips trailing up the length of your throat, his fingers tracing light patterns on your clit, his thrusts speeding up.
You cried out, your orgasm hitting you like a wave, the pressure building up until it exploded, your walls tightening around him, the delicious heat of him filling you up, your body shuddering as the waves of pleasure rolled over you. You let out a cry as you came hard, your toes curling as his thrusts grew frantic, his cock pulsating inside you as your body rocked with pleasure.
He thrust hard, the head of his cock bumping against your g-spot, your back arching off of the bed, your hands gripping at his back, the friction and heat driving you crazy.
"Oh fuck, Felix, fuck," you groaned, your voice coming out in a high-pitched whine, the pleasure coursing through you. He let out a grunt, his body tensing above yours as his hips stilled, his cock twitching deep inside you, his body shuddering with release.
"So good, baby, you feel so good," he gasped, his body collapsing against yours, his breathing heavy.
He kissed you deeply, his hand sliding into your hair, tugging lightly at the roots, the pleasure from your orgasm making your body tingle.
"You're so amazing, I love you so much," you mumbled, kissing him back, his lips feeling so warm and perfect against your own.
Felix let out a deep chuckle, his lips brushing against the side of your neck as he buried his face into your shoulder. "I love you too," he murmured, his words tickling your ear, his eyes darkening slightly, the heat from his gaze making you shiver. "How many rounds do you think you can handle tonight? Cause I don't plan on stopping for a while," he whispered, his words sending a spark of heat through you.
You smiled, your hand moving up to his neck and pulling him closer, his body still pressed against yours, your skin hot where it touched him, your heartbeat still hammering in your ears.
"You wanna practice that much?" you teased, your breath catching in your throat as you felt him move against you. "Because I wouldn't mind getting knocked up by you tonight."
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Seungmin :
The gentle hum of your bedside fan filled the quiet room, mingling with the occasional creak of the floorboards beneath the shifting of your legs. You lay sprawled across your bed, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, though your mind was far from as idle as it seemed. It was one of those lazy afternoons when time stretched endlessly, wrapping you in a hazy cocoon of stillness. Yet, your thoughts were loud, brimming with a strange, newfound energy that had been bubbling up over the past few weeks.
It had started so subtly you almost didn’t notice. You’d catch yourself smiling a little too long at videos of babies giggling uncontrollably or rubbing your thumb over pictures of toddlers in oversized hats like they were some kind of magic talisman. The turning point came when you saw Seungmin with your niece last month. She’d toppled onto her knees in the grass during a family outing, and while you were mid-step to help her, Seungmin beat you there. He knelt beside her, gently brushing dirt from her hands while playfully poking her chubby cheeks to make her laugh. That softness in his eyes, the one he tried so hard to mask behind his sarcastic jabs, lit something within you.
You couldn’t unsee it after that. It wasn’t just how easily he got your niece to smile or how patient he was when she tugged at his hair. It was the tiny glimpse of what life could look like if it wasn’t just the two of you anymore. And while you’d always been on the same page about your future: sweet, simple, and child-free, the idea of bringing a tiny, giggling extension of your love into the world had begun to sneak into your daydreams.
Today, it was impossible to ignore. You’d been scrolling through more videos, babies in pumpkin costumes, toddlers waddling on chubby legs, when the thought crashed into you like a runaway train. It wasn’t just the soft glow of future possibilities that consumed you, it was something much deeper. You imagined his hands on your hips, the warmth of his body pressed to yours, the thought of him letting go of his usual care and filling you completely, nothing between you. The thought had your skin tingling and your heart racing. Seungmin was always so careful, always the responsible one, but you were ready to be reckless. For once, you wanted to see what would happen if he gave in.
"Seungmin!" you called out, your voice cutting through the stillness like a spark in dry grass.
There was a shuffle from the living room, followed by his characteristic faux-annoyed sigh. You could already imagine him rolling his eyes, though you knew better than anyone how much he loved being needed, even if he’d never admit it.
"What now?" he asked as he appeared in the doorway, his voice dripping with exaggerated exasperation. A towel was slung over his shoulder, his dark hair slightly damp, curling at the ends from a recent shower. He raised an eyebrow at you, the corners of his lips twitching as though he was fighting a grin.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, unable to hide your smile. “I need you.”
“That’s new,” he quipped, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “Last time I checked, you were perfectly capable of surviving an afternoon without me. What changed? Did you finally realize how boring life is without me?”
“You wish,” you shot back, rolling your eyes, though your cheeks betrayed you with a flush of pink. His playful teasing never failed to make your heart flutter. He smirked, pushing off the doorframe to walk closer, he perched on the edge of the bed, poking your cheek lightly with his finger. “So, what is it this time? Did you get stuck in a Reel rabbit hole again and need me to pull you out? Or are you about to ask me to refill your water bottle because you’re too lazy to move?”
You grabbed his hand to stop the poking, holding it for a moment longer than necessary. “Seungmin,” you said softly, your voice suddenly losing its teasing edge.
He cocked his head slightly, his eyes searching your face. Something faltered in his gaze as you pulled his hand to your lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. A small shudder ran through him, his breath hitching slightly.
His lips parted slightly, a soft exhale escaping him as you turned his hand over, brushing your lips against his palm. You glanced up at him through your lashes, watching his throat bob as he swallowed hard.
“Hey,” he murmured, his voice lower now, his free hand brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “What’s going on with you?”
Your response came in the form of a slow tug, guiding him closer as you sat up fully. His knees bumped against the bed as you leaned into him, your fingers trailing along his wrist. “Nothing’s going on,” you murmured, though the way your other hand found the hem of his shirt betrayed the truth. “I just… missed you.”
He blinked, his brow furrowing slightly, as though he wasn’t entirely sure where this sudden shift was coming from. But there was something in the softness of your tone and the heat in your gaze that made him pause. “Missed me?” he echoed, his lips quirking, though the teasing lilt was softer this time. “We’ve been in the same apartment all day.”
You hummed, your fingers slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt, brushing over the firm planes of his abdomen. His breath hitched again, and this time, his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with a firm yet measured grip. “Alright, what’s this really about?” he asked, his tone sharper now but not unkind. “You’re acting different.”
“Am I?” you asked innocently, leaning in closer so your lips nearly brushed his. The proximity made his jaw clench, and you couldn’t help the small, satisfied smile that tugged at your lips.
“You are,” he replied, his grip tightening ever so slightly around your wrist. His dark eyes bore into yours, flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. “What are you hiding?”
You tilted your head, your lips curving into a playful smirk as you leaned up, brushing the tip of your nose against his. “Maybe I just wanted you, Seungmin. Maybe I called you in here because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Something in his expression faltered, his gaze shifting slightly.
You took his hesitation as an opening, slipping your hand out of his grasp, moving it slowly to his thigh.
His breath caught, a soft noise escaping him as your fingertips brushed the inside of his leg. Your other hand snaked up his chest, finding his shoulder, pulling him closer. His hands twitched, as though he was resisting the urge to touch you. You were certain he was about to protest again, and that was when you decided to take things a step further.
In one fluid motion, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him, your arms snaking around his neck. His eyes were looking up at you as if he was anticipating your next move, his hands gripping your hips reflexively, his body tensing.
You leaned into him, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the side of his neck, the way you knew always made him melt.
The tension in his shoulders released, a low sigh escaping him. You smiled at his little reactions, brushing your lips along his collarbone. His breath hitched, a soft noise of contentment escaping him. You continued, dragging your teeth over his skin, biting gently, earning another low sound from him. You nipped harder, sucking on the sensitive flesh.
Seungmin shuddered beneath you, his head falling back, his Adam's apple bobbing as a soft moan escaped his parted lips. You smiled, satisfied with his reactions as you rolled your hips into his, feeling his clothed length pressing into the thin fabric of your shorts, making the wetness already pooled in your pants grow.
Seungmin gripped your waist tighter, his fingers digging into your skin. Your heart raced, desire burning through you, making the space between your thighs ache. You rocked against him again, feeling his hardness throb. The heat building in his body was unmistakable, and it only spurred you on. You wanted to hear his sounds of pleasure, his breathless pleas, his sweet promises of love, and most importantly, the sound he'd make, spilling himself inside you.
The thought alone sent a shudder of pleasure through you, the ache between your thighs growing more insistent. Seungmin was always the type to plan ahead, the type who wouldn't dream of taking such a huge risk, and part of you felt guilty for longing for something like this on your own, but the way his cock twitched as you rocked against him made your worries dissipate.
Your lips met his, kissing him hard and needy. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, earning a low moan from him. One hand gripped your hip tighter, the other sliding up your back, pulling you closer. He kissed back eagerly, his teeth grazing your lip, nipping, sucking. It was the type of kiss that made the room spin.
Seungmin pulled away, his chest heaving, a string of saliva connecting his bottom lip to yours. His hair somehow already looked disheveled, and his pupils were blown wide. He opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it, reaching down and pressing your palm to his straining erection.
"Seungmin," you whispered, leaning forward, letting the words slip past your lips like honey. "I need it so bad. I can't stop thinking about how good it'd feel if you came inside me. Please, Minnie. Fuck a baby into me."
He blinked, his brows raising, his mouth dropping open slightly. It was as though his brain was buffering, unable to process the words coming out of your mouth. "Wait... wha— wait-"
You didn't let him finish, pulling the hem of his boxers down, revealing his throbbing, dripping length. He was rock hard, the tip leaking pre-cum, twitching under the heat of your gaze.
"C-Came inside..?" He said, still lost on the last thing you said, the words jumbling together, the meaning slipping away, "I- Inside? You want- what?"
The confused but aroused look on his face only made you burn hotter, a deep yearning spreading through your core. You wrapped a hand around his base, pumping him slowly, making him gasp. "Please," you said softly, leaning forward to kiss the tip of his cock. "Fill me up, Seungmin. I've been thinking about it all week."
Seungmin made a strained sound, his brows pinching together, his hips bucking slightly. He was always super safe and responsible when it came to sex, never going a single step beyond what he knew you were comfortable with, but now you were asking for something he'd never expect. And a part of him really wanted to give it to you.
"Wait, wait, wait," he said, his tone a mixture of concern and disbelief. He pulled back slightly, his hands gripping your hips more tightly. "I can't just- I can't, we can't," he said quickly, the words spilling out as his brain struggled to catch up. "We can't just go raw. What if you get pregnant? I can't put you through that. We need to use a condom, or- or something. I don't know, a pill, or- or, I'll pull out."
His being worried for you was cute, a reaction you expected, but you never missed the way his cock twitched at the suggestion of him fucking a baby into you, his cock throbbing, making your heart race, wanting to see how far you could push him.
"Seungmin," you whined, leaning into him, nipping at his earlobe. "Please. You'd be such a great dad, hm? I promise we'll work it out, but for now, I need you inside me."
Seungmin gasped, his cock throbbing again, his cheeks burning a deep shade of crimson. "Y-you can't just- You can't just say things like that," he stuttered, his hands twitching.
You got up, removing your pants and underwear. "Tell me, do you want it?" Seungmin's eyes followed you as you stripped, his gaze drifting down, drinking in the sight of you. He bit his lip, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Do I want-? Of course, I want it," he blurted, his eyes flickering up to yours. "I mean, if it's something you're serious about, then-"
"That's all I needed to hear," you said, climbing back onto the bed and straddling him again, the warmth of your center pressing against his bare, slick length. His words alone had a flood of heat rushing through you, your walls aching with need.
Seungmin sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering shut. "Oh god, y-you're so-"
You ground your hips into him, rubbing his shaft along your folds, the friction sending waves of pleasure through your body. You moaned softly, the slickness of your walls coating his cock, the tip brushing over your swollen bud, making you gasp. Seungmin's hips bucked, a low groan escaping him. He grabbed the backs of your thighs, holding you steady, his eyes flickering up to meet yours.
"You're sure about this, right?" he asked, his tone serious despite his flushed cheeks. "I mean, It's so sudden and... I'm not saying I'm against it but-"
You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his in a desperate kiss, silencing his rambling. You cupped his face, kissing him harder, deeper. He shuddered, his hips twitching.
When you pulled away, his eyes were wide, his lips parted.
"Are you going to keep talking or are you going to fuck a baby into me, Kim Seungmin?"
Seungmin inhaled sharply, his hands finding your hips. His gaze was piercing, burning into yours. For a moment, you wondered if you'd pushed him too far. But then his lips were crashing into yours, kissing you hungrily. His tongue slipped into your mouth, his teeth catching on your lower lip, biting hard enough to make your lip bleed. He trailed his lips down your jaw, peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, stopping at the sensitive spot right beneath your ear.
You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly, making him moan. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of you. His fingertips left trails of fire along your skin, the sensation heightened by the knowledge that this was the most uncontrolled you'd ever seen him. He wasn't taking his time, or being gentle and careful like he always was. This was raw and desperate.
Seungmin's tongue traced a hot line down the hollow of your throat, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers, his cock grinding against your folds, the slickness making the friction delicious.
You moaned, arching your back, pushing into his touch. You wanted more, needed him closer, needed his bare skin on yours. He seemed to read your mind, his hands moving to the hem of his shirt. He paused, pulling back just enough to tug it off. The sight of his body made the heat in your stomach flare, and his skin was always so smooth and lean.
He tossed his shirt aside, his eyes meeting yours, his cheeks flushed. "This is- this is what you want, right?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly. "Me, like this. No condom, nothing?"
You nodded, biting your lip. Seungmin swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Alright," he breathed, his gaze flickering down, lingering on the way your hardened nipples pressed against the fabric of your shirt. "Then get on your back."
You did as you were told, shifting off his lap to lie down, propping yourself up on your elbows. Seungmin moved closer, settling between your legs. You watched as he gripped the base of his cock, positioning himself at your entrance. His other hand found yours, lacing your fingers together.
You could feel the heat of his body radiating through you, the anticipation making you shiver. This position was so foreign to you, the one where you could see his face, his eyes filled with so much tenderness, his hair hanging in his face. It was as if a different side of him was peeking through, a softer, more intimate side.
Seungmin's hips shifted, and then his length was sinking into you, inch by inch. He groaned, his head falling back. The feeling of him stretching your walls, filling you completely made your toes curl, a low moan escaping you.
Seungmin stilled, his hands gripping yours tightly. His chest rose and fell heavily, his breath ragged. Your eyes met his, and you watched as a flurry of emotions flashed across his features. It was as if he was struggling to process the moment.
"Seungmin," you whimpered, squeezing his hand.
His eyes snapped back to yours, his lips parting, the softest gasp escaping him. You watched as his brows pinched together, the muscles in his jaw flexing, his gaze flickering down to where your bodies connected.
"Shit," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're so- Fuck. I can feel everything."
You moaned softly, the sound turning into a whine as he slowly dragged his cock along your walls. Seungmin's head fell forward, his dark locks hanging in his face.
"You feel so good," he murmured, his eyes meeting yours. There was something different about the way he looked at you, his gaze burning into yours. You shuddered, a soft cry escaping you as his hips rolled, the sensation making you dizzy. His hands released yours, moving to grip your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin, hard enough to bruise.
You whimpered, your hands tangling in the sheets. The sight of him losing control made your core throb. He was always so calm and collected, so careful and meticulous, but seeing him like this, so desperate and needy, was something you didn't even know you wanted until now.
Seungmin's lips pressed into a thin line, his hips snapping, his cock driving deeper, filling you completely. Your walls clenched around him, making him groan.
"Fuck," he cursed, his brows knitting together, his grip on your waist tightening.
You could feel the familiar knot building in your stomach, your legs trembling. You reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His body covered yours, his lips finding your neck, kissing, biting, sucking. He marked every inch of you, his lips leaving trails of fire along your skin, his hips pounding into you, filling you to the hilt.
You could feel him throbbing, the tension in his body growing. You clung to him, the pressure in your core reaching its peak. Seungmin's breath was hot against your ear, his hands sliding down your sides, his fingertips digging into your hips.
You moaned, the sound coming out more like a whimper. "M-min," you stuttered, his name coming out as a broken plea. "I'm gonna- I'm- oh, god, Seungmin. Don't stop. I need-"
Seungmin's hand snaked between your bodies, his thumb finding your swollen clit. He circled the bundle of nerves with slow, deliberate strokes, drawing a sharp cry from you.
"Come for me," he breathed, his voice husky and strained.
The sound of his voice sent you over the edge, and a wave of white-hot pleasure crashed through you. Your walls clenched around him, your back arching. Your vision went white, stars dancing behind your eyelids. You cried out, the sound echoing through the room.
Seungmin swore under his breath, his hips slamming into yours. The force of his thrusts pushed you up the bed, his fingers digging into your skin, holding you in place.
You could feel his body tense, his muscles contracting, the heat of his skin searing into yours.
Your heart pounded, the world around you spinning, his name a mantra on your lips. He was still moving inside you, the sensation drawing out your orgasm, pushing you higher.
And then his hips stuttered, his rhythm faltering, his movements becoming erratic.
"F-fuck," he cursed, his voice a low growl, his body trembling. You could feel him twitch, his cock pulsing inside you. You tightened your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
His head dropped, his forehead resting against yours. His eyes were screwed shut, his jaw clenched. His breath was hot on your face, his hair sticking to his sweat-slicked forehead.
"I- inside. Come inside me, Seungmin."
"Y/N," he choked out, his body shuddering.
Your walls clenched around him, drawing another low groan from him. He came hard, his cock throbbing, spilling himself deep inside you. The sensation made your vision blur, the heat spreading through your body, making the world go fuzzy.
You could feel him fill you up, completely, his seed spilling from you, the thick, sticky substance coating your thighs, mixing with the slickness of your arousal.
The sensation made your head spin, a fresh wave of pleasure washing over you. Your walls clenched around him, milking him, coaxing every last drop from him.
He gasped, his hips jerking, his cock twitching inside you. You felt his body tremble, his arms giving out. He collapsed onto you, his chest heaving, his head buried in the crook of your neck.
His body was warm and heavy, his breathing ragged, his pulse hammering in his throat. Your limbs were weak, the exhaustion settling into you.
You stayed like that for a while, his breath tickling your skin, the afterglow leaving you blissed out. When he finally pulled out, the sensation drew a soft whimper from you, his seed spilling out of you, pooling on the sheets.
He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips brushing your temple.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice hoarse, tears prickling the sides of his eyes. "A lot"
The tenderness in his words made your heart swell, and you curled into his side, burying your face in his chest.
"Don't get all sappy on me now, Seungmin," you teased, though your voice was softer than usual. You knew if he cried you would cry harder.
Seungmin sighed, his fingers threading through your hair. "Who's getting sappy?" he mumbled, his words muffled.
Your hand slid up his back, tracing lazy patterns along his spine. "The one who's tearing up after he came inside of me."
"I'm not- I'm not tearing up," he insisted, though his voice wavered, betraying his emotions. "I'm just... it's just a lot. Like, a lot a lot."
You hummed, kissing the corner of his mouth, smiling gently. "I know, Min. I love you too."
Seungmin let out a breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly.
"Hey, um..." he started, his brows furrowing, "about what you said before, about wanting a baby. Was that- were you serious?"
"Well, I wasn't trying to pressure you," you said, running your hand through his hair, tucking a stray lock behind his ear. "But... yeah, I've been thinking about it a lot lately. And I think it'd be nice, don't you?"
Seungmin hummed thoughtfully, his gaze drifting to the side. "Yeah, I mean... I do, but I also don't want to put any pressure on you, either. If we're going to do this, I want it to be because you really want it."
You smiled, cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing over his skin. "I really want it, Min. More than anything."
Seungmin nodded, his expression softening. "Okay. Then... okay. Let's do it."
Your heart swelled, and you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
"Thank you," you said, unable to hide the joy in your voice.
"I'll take care of everything, okay? I'll get us the best doctor, the best equipment, the best tests, the best vitamins, the best prenatal classes. We'll do it right. We'll be the best parents ever."
You suddenly felt laughter bubbling in your throat, and you had to bite your lip to keep it down.
"What?" Seungmin asked, scanning your face.
"Nothing," you said, shaking your head. "You're just cute, that's all."
Seungmin made a face and shook his head, and you could tell he was embarrassed.
"Come on, let's get in the shower," you said, getting off the bed.
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I.N :
You’re lying on the couch, scrolling through your phone with Jeongin lounging beside you. You’re trying to stay productive, but your attention keeps drifting. Your thumb swipes aimlessly, until you find yourself trapped in the vortex of cute baby pictures.
It starts with a baby panda video that you think is adorable, and before you know it, your Instagram feed is flooded with baby photos: panda babies, human babies, and then you find a whole thread of pictures of Jeongin as a little kid.
Your heart melts instantly. The sight of Jeongin, chubby-cheeked and smiling awkwardly at the camera, makes you feel an overwhelming urge to scoop up every baby in sight. It’s like an instinctual surge of affection, one that hits you straight in the ovaries.
“Oh my god,” you mumble, entranced by the photo of a younger Jeongin sitting on a swing, his eyes wide with excitement. He’s so adorable.
Jeongin glances over, leaning his head against your shoulder. “What’s going on?” he asks, noticing the soft sigh escaping your lips.
“These baby pictures of you… they’re just… too much,” you whisper, as if you’ve discovered a treasure trove. Your thumb scrolls past picture after picture.
Jeongin peeks at your phone, blinking rapidly when he sees what you're looking at. "Wait, that’s me..." he says, his voice a little flustered.
"Yeah," you say, your voice soft but teasing, "You were such a little cutie. I can just imagine you as a dad- gonna be the most adorable dad ever."
Jeongin chuckles nervously. “I-I’m sure I was cute, but, uh, I’m still getting the hang of being an adult.”
You glance down at him, smiling mischievously. Your fingers hover over the screen. "Yeah, well, you know… I kind of want a baby. Like… now."
Jeongin freezes, his wide eyes blinking a few times as he processes your words. “A… baby?” he asks slowly, the confusion clear on his face. He’s not sure whether you’re joking or if you’ve truly caught baby fever.
You nod, your expression sweet but undeniably serious. “Yeah. I mean, just imagine it- us, with a little baby. We’d be such great parents, don’t you think?” You look down at him, noticing the way his face goes from confused to completely overwhelmed.
Jeongin starts laughing nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, I… wow, uh, okay. This is a lot to take in right now.”
You giggle softly at his reaction, feeling a little bolder now that you've gotten under his skin. “Maybe we should practice,” you say, your voice dropping into a teasing whisper.
Jeongin’s eyes go wide, his entire face lighting up as his brain tries to process what you just said. “P-practice?” he stammers, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. "Oh... OH."
His eyes widen even more as the realization finally hits him. He glances at you for confirmation, but you’re already leaning in, a playful smile curling at the edges of your lips. He lets out a nervous laugh, unsure whether to laugh or blush harder.
"Uh, I-I mean, if we’re practicing... do we need a lesson or something?" he stumbles over his words, his hand sliding up to scratch his head in confusion. "Wait, what kind of practice are we talking about? I- oh my god, what am I saying?”
You start giggling uncontrollably at his adorable reaction, trying to hold back the fit of laughter that’s bubbling inside you. “I was talking about practice in, you know, the practice... for the baby," you say, your hand trailing on the side of his face.
Jeongin, now completely flustered, stumbles backwards, almost falling off the couch. “Oh my god,” he mutters under his breath. “I did not expect that.”
You snuggle up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face into his chest, your giggles subsiding into soft laughs. Jeongin shifts nervously, still trying to figure out how to respond.
“Alright, alright,” he says after a few moments of silence, leaning in to kiss the top of your head. “We can practice. But I’m not promising anything.” He pauses, giving you a playful side-eye. “But, um, I think I’m gonna need a lot of practice…”
“Oh, you definitely will,” you tease, feeling giddy from his adorably shy reaction. You glance at him and grin. “Good thing I’m such a good teacher.”
Jeongin blushes even more, his face a deep shade of red now, but there’s a spark of mischief in his eyes. “Well, I guess if we're practicing…” he starts, trailing off as he leans in for a kiss.
The kiss is slow and tender at first, but as the heat between you builds, you find yourself leaning closer, pressing your body against his. His hands slip under your shirt, sliding up your sides and sending shivers down your spine. Your lips part slightly, and the kiss deepens, the heat intensifying.
He breaks the kiss, looking down at you with a dazed smile. His breathing is heavy and his cheeks are flushed. He reaches down and tugs on the hem of your shirt, and you lift it over your head, letting it fall to the floor.
Jeongin stares down at you, his gaze roaming over every inch of your exposed skin. His fingers graze across your stomach, making goosebumps appear along your skin. He pulls you closer, pressing his lips against your neck. You moan softly, arching your back.
You reach down and slide his shirt over his head, your hands moving over his chest and stomach. He moans as you run your nails lightly over his skin, his breathing becoming heavier.
You look up at him, meeting his gaze, and the fire in his eyes burns bright. You lean forward, placing a kiss on his collarbone. Jeongin groans and pulls you close, his hands sliding up your back and cupping your breasts. You gasp and lean into his touch, arching your back as his lips find yours once more.
The kiss is filled with passion and heat, the two of you becoming lost in the moment. You run your hands down his sides, letting your fingers graze over his abs. He groans into the kiss and you press yourself against him, grinding your hips against his. He breaks the kiss, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
He pulls away slightly, and you can see the hunger in his eyes, the desire written all over his face. His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve, every inch of bare skin. He trails his fingers along your stomach, teasing your navel before sliding lower.
You suck in a breath as he brushes his fingers over the edge of your pants, and his lips curl into a smirk. He leans in, kissing the spot right below your ear. You bite your lip, trying not to make a sound, but his touch makes it impossible. He presses his lips to your neck, and you tilt your head, giving him better access.
He trails kisses along your collarbone and down your chest, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. You're amazed at his ability to multitask, your pants somehow already lost on the floor somewhere, as he works his magic with his hands and mouth.
His fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties, teasing the soft, sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. You let out a gasp as his finger grazes against your clit, and he chuckles softly, his breath hot against your ear.
"You like that?" he whispers, his voice low and husky.
"Yes," you breathe, your eyes half-closed. "So much..."
He slides a finger inside you, his thumb brushing over your clit. You moan, your hips bucking involuntarily, and he adds another finger. He pumps his fingers slowly, teasingly, his thumb circling your clit.
Your breaths come faster and harder as he picks up the pace, his fingers curling inside you. You whimper and squirm, and he pulls back, grinning cutely, a complete contrast to his actions.
"Not yet," he murmurs, his lips ghosting over yours.
"Jeongin, please," you beg, your voice strained.
"Would you rather take my fingers, or me?" he asks, his breath tickling your ear.
You shiver and press your body closer, his skin hot against yours. "You," you whisper, your voice barely audible.
He grins and removes his hand from your underwear, tugging them off. He unbuckles his belt, and you help him, both of you working frantically to get him out of his jeans. Once they're gone, he pulls you onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips. He leans in, capturing your lips with his, and you kiss him hungrily, desperate for him.
You reach down, grasping his length and guiding him towards your entrance. You sink down onto him, a sigh escaping your lips. He fills you completely, stretching you just the right amount, and you rock your hips slowly, adjusting to his size.
Jeongin groans and grips your hips, guiding you as you move against him. You move faster, rolling your hips, and he thrusts upwards, his fingers digging into your skin.
You moan and arch your back, leaning into his touch. He leans forward, capturing a nipple between his lips. He swirls his tongue around it, and you whimper, throwing your head back.
Jeongin continues to thrust up into you, and you ride him, taking him deeper and deeper. He releases your nipple and leans forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.
You grab his hand, leading it to lay lightly around your neck as it it's an accessory, a necklace. "Please," you whisper.
He smiles against your lips, tightening his grip ever so slightly. "So, you want this?"
"Mmm hmmm," you murmur, biting your bottom lip. "Use me like you always do."
He smiles, leaning in and nipping your earlobe. "Such a slut," he purrs, his breath hot on your skin.
He flips you to lay on the couch, so he can push you into the couch with his hand wrapped around your neck, making sure you're comfortable.
You nod eagerly, and he tightens his grip, thrusting deep inside you. You cry out, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pounds into you, his eyes never leaving yours, and the pressure around your neck builds.
Your body is on fire, every nerve ending exploding with pleasure, and you know you won't last long. He feels so good, his thick cock hitting all the right spots, and his hand on your neck is driving you crazy.
You moan loudly, and he smirks, quickening his pace. You feel the familiar pressure building inside you, and you cry out, begging him to fuck you harder.
"Yes," he groans, his eyes darkening with lust. "You like that, don't you?"
"Yes, please," you gasp, arching your back. He grunts and pounds into you, his fingers tightening around your neck.
The pressure is almost too much to bear, and you squeeze your eyes shut, focusing on the sensation. Your orgasm crashes through you, and you cry out, shuddering underneath him.
He groans, his thrusts growing more erratic, and he releases inside you, burying himself to the hilt. You're panting and gasping, your body limp.
Jeongin releases his grip on your neck, and you take a deep breath, a soft smile playing on your lips. He smiles back, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.
"I love you," he murmurs.
"I love you too," you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss.
Jeongin lays next to you, and the two of you snuggle up close together. You can't keep the smile off your face, and he chuckles, nuzzling your neck.
"When are we getting married?" he asks, his face still buried in your neck.
"Are you asking me or telling me?"
"Both," he laughs, lifting his head and gazing into your eyes.
"You have to propose," you giggle.
"What if I said, 'I'm asking you?'"
"Well, in that case, I'd say yes."
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Does anyone else go crazy on seeing body hair on idols or just me?
I fkn love it
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