#lino when he's feeling the song >>>>>>>>>

[linoyes]

SKZ 5'CLOCK ⟡ BOUNCE BACK

[binhourly]

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word count: 1255 | member: lino

“I BLAME you for this,” you say to Hyunjin—or rather, to the kitchen countertop you’ve rested your forehead against—the hangover from last night’s partying making the sun filtering through the window feel like your brain is swelling past your skull.

The freshly buzz-cut boy sharply exhales through his nose, before continuing his reign of terror on your migraine by slamming the cabinet doors shut as hard as possible to grab your attention. “That’s sad,” he starts, waving off your scowl with an equally bratty lip scrunch and a single eyebrow raised. “With how much alcohol you were downing, I thought you’d be cool enough to at least brag about it.”

“No, I can’t,” you tell him, melting instantly at the sight of your favourite Snoopy mug being filled with freshly brewed coffee. So on brand for Hyunjin. One second he’s terrorising you, while simultaneously doing something so tooth-achingly sweet. “What I did yesterday was embarrassing and potentially fatal. And can I say it’s really annoying that I’m like this—" you motion vaguely at yourself—"and you’re just... fine!”

Hyunjin's smile tilts crookedly, leaning forward before splaying his very sleeveless arms out on the kitchen counter. “It’s the protein, baby. I’m so jacked up with it, it basically makes me bulletproof.” He gives you his best alpha-male impersonation, adding the obvious bicep flexing to piss you off further.

Despite your daily hatred for your best friend, Hyunjin still manages to pull the first laugh out of you that morning, before settling back into a peaceful cycle— you sipping your drink, him humming some song he’ll probably file away on his phone with all the other hidden gems.

“Do you even remember what you did after we got home?” the blonde boy questions, his dazed expression practically giving away his lack of paternal instincts last night–assuming that once he got the chance to shove his shoes off, one toe against the heel of the other at the entry door, Hyunjin basically called it quits and let you run wild in the apartment you shared with your other roommates until you tire yourself out. Naturally.

You squint at him, racking your memory folder. “I…” you trail off, snapping your fingers once a cohesive image starts forming behind your eyes. “I went to kiss the cats goodnight.”

“Dude, do you just choose to forget how much Minho hates it when you do that?” Hyunjin argues, never letting his irritation falter as he smooths a hand behind his back to stretch out the bed kinks in his shoulder. “Your lipstick stains their fur. Like, I’m sure it defeats the whole ‘animal cruelty’ aspect of the product.”

This was another reason why no one should ever advocate for a drink to be put in your hands. While alcohol seemed to settle some people, the sour bite of it ripped away every bit of confidence you carried during the day, leaving you flinging head first to affection as proof that people actually wanted you around.

It was partially the reason why you only went out drinking with Hyunjin. The man had been a constant reassurance in your life, so the overwhelming feeling barely crept up on you. Minho was different. He was an extension of Hyunjin (a close friend from his dance crew) which meant it was inevitable that your two worlds would collide, but somehow he never felt inclined to open up the same way Hyunjin could.

And it sucked more than you liked to admit. Soon, with enough accidental run-ins around the living room or squeezed bathroom times in the morning, you found yourself holding onto every small detail about the black-haired man. Until the practice of seeking acceptance wasn’t just a drunk habit—you were already doing it sober.

“But they’re so cute! If they don’t want to be loved, then they shouldn’t be the size of babies — it’s misleading,” you muse, swivelling the kitchen chair around, fingers protruding out in the ready position to coax a cat to come to you.

Right on time, the first cat, Dori, pads into the kitchen, his stomach smothering closer to the ground with clear signs of his future refusal of pick-ups or any form of affection. With his coat obviously dark, there’s no indication of your lipstick marks on him.

Then, a few beats later, Doongie trots in—the obnoxious white patch amongst his layering orange tint still fluffy and perfectly lipstick-free. Odd. Hyunjin rounds the corner, equally confused. “Huh? Maybe Soonie got the short end of the stick.”

You sit up straighter, flicking your gaze towards the long hallway where Minho’s bedroom occupied the first door. Soonie definitely was the victim. You didn’t like to vocalise this often, especially in front of the feline brothers, but he’d always been your favourite. And when the familiar orange-to-white ratio cat appears, you're almost celebratory—until you realise, tail high, strutting in insecure, maybe aware of the many eyes on his newly licked coat—that not a single smear of lipstick is on him either.

Nothing. Clean.

“What the fuck.” Hyunjin’s brows furrow, his increased stress levels making his hands find his hair, running them up and down against the short bristles. “Did you make out with the wall again?”

“No,” you start, smacking his side to shut him up, catching a sliver of skin from his deep-cut muscle tee. “I remember kissing something. It was really soft and it kept moving around—”

The door flings open, and the soft bare feet cushioning the cold floor makes you so flustered it almost stops your heart dead in your chest. “I’m not going to repeat myself again.” His voice is naturally sultry, like his speaking cords are meant to be washed with a glass of champagne rather than gargled water, and the shift wasn’t all the more subtle in the peakest of mornings where it drops so low. “I closed my door on purpose because the cats get hyper at night. I understand you guys were drinking, but fuck, maybe drink enough to abolish your fine motor skills.”

Hyunjin keeps cutting his eyes back and forth between Minho and you, like the answer might magically evolve itself in the space between. But you’re stuck staring at the man who plagued every part of your brain. And if this were a game of Spot the Difference, the version of him you kept tucked away in your mind just got a full rebrand.

The Minho in your head was clean-cut. Every edge is sharp and emotionally unavailable. But Minho standing in front of you now? He looked kissed within an inch of his life.

It starts at his T-zone, the close-knit shape that’s undoubtedly your mouth giving away just how desperate you were in taking him in—some marks deep and damning, others smudged like you’d lost focus halfway, paying close attention to the corners of his lips that were not salvaged in your reckoning. And following along his jawline, there’s a loving beeline down to the curve of his neck, the shape less puckering and more open-mouthed.

You were absolutely mortified. So the softness you recounted was really Minho’s skin, and the animalistic movement was just from Minho shimmying around in his sleep under you.

An incomprehensible noise escapes Hyunjin this time, which could best be categorised as something between a yell and a manic laugh. Either way, it’s obnoxious enough to yield Minho to stare at the wall mirror beside him, catching what was on the other end of the buzz-cut boy’s pointed finger.

“Oh… so, not a cat.”

[ note: ] wrote this under 10 minutes after being inspired by this meme. please know lino is unravelling lowkey in the best ways, he's just awkward with feelings.

[gnabbang]

Sparks

word count: 1k

warnings: none that I can think of- a bit of language maybe!

authors note: love baby lino man- bias wrecker for a reason. I hear this song and immediately it made me think of him- the quiet love I think he'd give- hope you enjoy!

.・゜゜・　. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄　・゜゜・．

Minho isn’t a loud lover. He isn’t one to shout on top of the roof, our from out of his balcony that he is in love with her. He thinks things like that, and the people who do them aren’t really in love with their partner, because if they were, why did they have to tell the whole world? Why isn’t their partner knowing how much they’re loved enough? It was something he could talk forever about.

Despite the fact that he wasn’t a loud lover, he was a deeply compassionate one. When he loves, he loves with his whole body, mind, and soul. Whether that be platonic, or in her case, romantic.

He loved simply but deeply, and at first a bit hesitantly. He doesn’t say the words “I love you”, but he will make for damn sure that she knows he does. He loves by remembering her favorite drink (matcha with cinnamon and honey), her favorite song (No Complaints by Noah Kahan), her favorite artist (Lizzy McAlpine and Noah Kahan she always said she couldn’t pick between the two), her favorite color (pink most of the time but it depends on how she’s feeling), which one of his hoodies is her favorite (anything he’s been wearing for an extended period of time, which made no sense to him until she explained it “They smell the most like you, especially the ones you wear to work”), her favorite scent (sandalwood).

He could tell someone everything about her, paint them a very vivid picture of the person she is, not with just looks, but with her personality, her kindness, her compassion, her tenderness, he could write a book about her, about everything he makes her feel. The love that threatens to bring him to his knees when he sees her after a long day at work (or any day at any time- but the feeling hits especially hard after work), the shock that he still feels even after two years of being together that she chose him, that she keeps choosing him, even after she has seen all the ugliest parts of him. “We don’t abandon the people we love just because they can be a bit horrendous sometimes, if everyone did that, no one would ever stay together. That’s why love is such a strong thing Min, we see that ugliness and chose to stay despite it, because that is not who the person is at a whole. No one is perfect, therefor everyone has a little bit of ugliness in them.” Though if asked out right she would never say there was anything wrong about him.

“If there was a part of you that I truly thought was ugly, Min hon, I wouldn’t be here, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. You have to think about that when you get into a relationship of any kind- is this part of the person something you can live with? Is it something that will affect your relationship with this person on a deeper level than just annoyance. If the answer is yes, then you fight for them, and love them. Love isn’t one dimensional, it’s multifaceted. There’s a little bit of annoyance that goes with it, a little bit of sadness, of anger, but love trumps all of those. That’s why its called love.”

It shocks him at times, his girl that primarily reads about dragons and romance and things he sees as silly is very emotionally intelligent. That’s apart of why he thinks they’re so good together, he sometimes struggles with emotions, not just his own but others as well, but she gives him guidance, helps him see things he cannot at times, either because he is blinded by his own emotions, or because he thinks the other person is being ridiculous, but she gives him a fresh pair of eyes, helps him see things not form a logical stand point, but an emotional one.

It has saved him from turning a small argument with one of the boys into something much bigger. At times he stops himself an thinks what would she do right now? If she were in this situation how would she move forward? and he thinks. He doesn’t rush into a decision, and instead sits with his thoughts, sorting them and curating a response to the situation that is both him and her, and goes on accordingly. Sometimes if that doesn’t work and he is really stuck he’ll call her or wait till he can see her in person, and they’d just talk. For hours about it.

That was one thing he loved about her, and about the two of them. They talked, about anything and everything. Ninety-nine percent of the time he was so focused on controlling what he was saying, with cameras and the peoples eyes always on him, he’s found himself filtering out his words a lot but he never has to with her. He can tell her every thought he’s ever had, every dream, every nightmare, and she will listen, and respond back. No finger pointing, no gasps of outrage, just quiet understanding.

He loved the quiet moments more than anything. When the silence wasn’t awkward, or uncomfortable, it was filled with love.

So when it was late at night, the window slightly cracked open, a gentle breeze making the blinds sway and occasionally hit the window sill, and he was still awake, staring down at her, that feeling of overwhelming love hitting him straight in the chest. She was asleep, he could see her eyes going back and forth and up and down behind her eye lids. Her lips were slightly parted, her chest rising and falling as she breathed. She was curled into his side, her hands put together as if in a prayer and tucked under her cheek, childlike almost. He lifted his hand, pushing back her hair from her shoulder softly so he wouldn’t risk waking her. “I’ll always look after you,” He whispered softly, leaning forward, placing his lips against her forehead. Her body curled into his, her lips closing and pulling into a small smile.

He felt himself smile in response, and shifted closer to her, letting his eyes shut. He let sleep over take him, his dreams full of nothing but her.

He loved quiet.

He loved their quiet.

But most of all he loved her.

.・゜゜・　. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄　・゜゜・．

this was very self indulgent and i need it thanks

[blue-jisungs]

heyy girlypop 😘

can i request a skz and how/what partner privilege they give you?? 😍

partner privilege ♡

a/n. girlypop😭😭😭😭😭 will do 🤞 sorry for such a long wait bestie 🤧

i wrote something similar with svt if anyone is interested ^_^

┆彡 CHAN [ 찬 ]

everyone, including you, thought that whenever chan has a song idea or has written lyrics he shows it to the boys first. whether 3racha or felix or the others if they’re nearby. only then the producers and then you. but one day, after chan gave you a new song to listen, you were sitting in the kitchen and reading a book. han and changbin walked in, chatting about something. subconsciously you listened to the convo, which happened to be about the song. “yeah, i wonder what it’s like. or if he used the thing i told him about” han nodded and you rose your head. “oh the adlibs? the song is a banger, i’m sure stays will love it” you hummed and sent them a smile. “how do you know how it sounds?” changbin asked. “chan let me listen to it… am i the first one? i thought you were–“ you halted. “and we thought we were first–“ han mumbled, dialling chan’s number. blush crept at your cheeks, a sudden feeling of butterflies in your stomach. were you always the first listener…?

┆彡 MINHO [ 민호 ]

“hey, we’re back–!” felix hummed and was met with your quiet shh! looking at chan in surprise, they walked closer and noticed minho napping on your lap, quiet snores leaving his mouth. you were caressing his hair gently, giving them a silent warning to be quiet. “oh wow. first time in years i see this man asleep on someone else” chan grunted and they went to unpack the groceries. you continued running your fingers through his hair, warmth spreading across your heart. minho is truly like a cat; only falling asleep on a person he fully trusts and loves wholeheartedly.

┆彡 CHANGBIN [ 창빈 ]

you pop into the room, peaking your head and seeing your boyfriend engrossed in a lively discussion. “hey, binnie, ready to go?” you ask, drawing attention. he smiled wildly and proudly, standing up with a ‘sure, let’s go’. that causes hyunjin to gasp dramatically and jeongin side eye seungmin. “you literally told us your car just broke” seungmin murmurs and you frown. “well, whatever y/n wants, she gets. which includes rides” he chirps happily and drags you out before they start shouting. “you told them your car broke?” you laugh as he opens the door for you. changbin just winks and points at the aux. “shhh. you can play some music” he grins and hopes they don’t see it from the dorm window. because they’re absolutely not allowed to touch anything in the car.

┆彡 HYUNJIN [ 현진 ]

hyunjin stops in his tracks once you kneel down and start tying your shoelaces. “oh, you don’t have to” you mumbled, looking up and smiling at him. your boyfriend shakes his head and mirrors your smile, kneeling down too. “how could i not?” he hums and waits for you to finish. changbin turns around once he realises he didn’t hear hyunjin’s laughter in a while and gasps. noticing you two are far behind, he grunts: “he never waits for me when i tie my shoes”. once you’re done, he stands up with you and grabs your hand, swinging it back and forth dramatically. jeongin suddenly kneels and ties his shoe… only for hyunjin to pass him by, chuckling. changbin sighs as if to say “see, this is what i meant”.

┆彡 JISUNG [ 지성 ]

“no, go away!” you’re met with jisung’s growl when you enter the room. lino pouts and leans away, rolling his eyes. they greet you, han’s mouth stuffed with food. you smile and sit next to them. after he’s chewed, he pokes your cheeks. “hi baby, how was your day?” han asks and slaps lino’s hand that made its way to his bento box. “it’s was decent. i missed you” you hum and peek at his lunchbox. it looks delicious, with the fried rice and chicken and– “you want some?”. you nod shyly and in no time han gives you it, along with a pair of chopsticks. minho gasps, punching jisung’s arm. “i’ve been begging you for a bite for half an hour and you–! hmpf” minho grunts and waddles away, offended. “ignore him. if you want, you can finish it. it’s delicious, isn’t it?” your boyfriend asks and laughs when you nod energetically. eyes staring at you lovingly when you take another bite, han smiles.

┆彡 FELIX [ 필릭스 ]

han walked into the room, letting out the loudest gasp ever. you turned around slowly, still busy with chewing the apple. both of you frowning, shock on your faces. “what?” you ask and han rushes to you, trying to push you off the chair. “are you crazy?! felix doesn’t allow anyone to touch his gaming set! get off or he’ll kill you like he tried to choke me when i touched his computer for a split second–“ jisung panics and you just shove the apple slice into his mouth to silence him. “he allows me to play on his set, though? look, here’s a house i built in the sims!” you chirp and show them the building, leaving han speechless and with flashbacks of the pure purge once felix found out one of them even tried thinking about logging into his account…

┆彡 SEUNGMIN [ 승민 ]

chan sighs heavily and passes you in the hallway. you give minho a questioning look but he just shrugs, returning to his phone. you plop down on the couch, next to your boyfriend when a sudden gasp rips from your lips. “dang, i forgot to take my phone” you grunt and are about to stand up when seungmin places a hand on your thigh, standing up himself. “i’ll get it for you, i was on my way to kitchen either way. do you want something cold to drink too?” he asks softly and you send him a wild grin, nodding. seungmin startes at you lovingly and off he goes. chan comes back and sits at his place, mumbling something underneath his breath… “of course he’ll get y/n’s phone but when i ask him, suddenly he’s asleep”. a blush creeps on your face, minho giggling at chan’s misfortune.

┆彡 JEONGIN [ 정인 ]

“–and then he proceeded to slap my arm because i just borrowed his hoodie!” chan whined, crossing his arms. you laugh softly, patting his arm. “no, don’t worry. it’s nothing personal” you hum and see a text notification from your boyfriend announcing that he’ll be there in a second. chan looks at you, almost hugging a thanks when his eyes widen. “isn’t that his hoodie though? and his… shoes? and the cap too?!” he gasps. “yeah! he allows me to wear his clothes…? i didn’t want to say anything because you’d feel bad but…” you stopped once i.n entered the room. before chan starts to argue, jeongin simply reasons: because they look better on you than on chan.

[ masterlist <3 ]

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[seungfl0wer]

Can I request for how Stray Kids would cuddle please?!?!

*How Stray Kids Would Cuddle You*

-🩵Cuddly SKZ is honestly always on my mind I hope you enjoy this, made this one both gifs and a small bit of thoughts cause I have a lot on this topic I guess lol💙

These are souly my opinions

Some GIFs might be mature You are warned!

Bangchan:

I feel like Chan is just such a great cuddler. He’s so warm and loving, he just wraps you in his arms and doesn’t want to let you go. Always peppers you with kisses and tells you how much he loves you constantly. I firmly believe he’s gotten inspo many times while yall are cuddling (for a song) probably about you

Lino:

This man very much melts to your affection. He may try to act all nonchalant about it but he enjoys it so so much. Just to have you close to him. Hearing your heart beat makes him let out little hums of just happiness. Man basically purrs he’ll whine anytime you move though. “Stop moving I was so comfortable”

Changbin:

Holds onto you like his life depends on it. You have to pee? Better hold it as long as you can cause he’s gonna whine so much if you try to get up. This is the time he looks forward to just unwinding with the love of his life. Will probably have really deep convos with you like this. Or really dumb ones like “is a hotdog a sandwich or taco”

Hyunjin:

He likes to have you facing him, he loves staring into your eyes, getting lost in how much he truly is in love with you. Constantly gives you kisses while you try to talk to him finds it way to cute when you try and get back to what you were saying. Plays with your hair a lot, also loves kissing your nose especially when you fall asleep.

Han:

I feel like Han really likes being the little spoon. Just you holding him close to him feeling how much you love him. Brining your hand up to his lips and giving it small pecks. He’s probably out like a light, just feels the happiest this way. Mans probably also steals all the blankets

Felix:

The cuddle bug himself. One thing I feel like he definitely 100% loves is laying on your chest listing to your heart beat. Something about this just gives him such comfort and makes his heart all warm. He’s constantly rubbing your back giving you compliments. When you do it in return though man can’t help but get all giddy.

Seungmin:

Play with this man’s hair, just do it he’ll be putty you’ll get those big ol puppy eyes when you stop. He will 100% sing to you while, especially if you’re having troubles sleeping. He’ll have you lay on his chest so “you can hear it better” will in fact have a folder of pics of you sleeping because you’re cute also for blackmail

Jeongin:

Mans might not be super affectionate public wise but i genuinely think he’s just a big softy in private with you. Wants nothing more than to have you close to him. Whether it be him holding you, you spooning him he doesn’t care. He’s just happy you’re there with him.

-🩵Hope you guys enjoyed this, if requests are open feel free to send one in💙

[justastraymoa]

Yet Unnamed

Chapter 15

Masterlist

Twice tumblr has lost my update on this with photos and edits ugh! Frustrating! That being said sorry for any errors!

Warnings for Yet Unnamed: Kidnapping, cuffs, injuries, drugging by injection, mentions of needles, lots of swearing, kissing, fluff, angst, idiots in love all around, scary situations.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take the day off?” Ayen asked over breakfast.

“You skipped yesterday afternoon. There is work that needs to be done. You and Lix are filming challenges today with Itsy. Chan, Lino, and Minnie have an interview. Hyune and Binnie have photoshoots for several ambassadorships. And Binnie has studio time and a YouTube video to film with me.” You tick off all the major things on todays to do list. “And I have editing to do, and my own photoshoot is being released today. We are busy.”

Ayen rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He pouted into his food.

You didn’t even mention that you would need to make some form of appearance at all these things to make sure everything was all good and running smoothly in the contract and agreements. You would be running non-stop; you couldn’t afford a day off. You couldn’t even afford to have breakfast, but after missing a week of meals you didn’t dare suggest skipping.

There was also a concert series coming up that needed a concept. Thinking of things that they hadn’t already done before was hard. You didn’t want to seem like you were just copying the ones who did this before you. You still needed to make a name for yourself, and you couldn’t afford to be compared to the old staff.

You started a list of what would need to be done in order to get the ball rolling on all of that. Starting with getting venues and announcing the whole thing.

You ended the day with Bin in the studio filming a little side video series you were sure STAY would love. A 3racha exclusive on the process of creating a song from start to finish. Well, most of the process. It would be simplified and compressed for entertainment over actual teaching. And each of them had certain things they wanted to keep from the video. Ways and things they did that were personal and private. And at the end of the miniseries, they would get to hear the song 3racha had been working on.

“You seem to be feeling better. Did last night help?” Bin asked after you had been working a bit. He was currently on a program on the computer, he had just gotten done vaguely explaining the program and how they use it to create music.

“It was nice to get everything out in the open and cuddle. I missed everyone while I was gone.” You replied, trying to keep up with what he was doing. He was so professional at this that he clicked through actions faster than you could comprehend.

He nodded, still working. “Yeah, it feels good to get it out. All this does get easier as you learn to navigate it. Chans right though. We are all here for you, and we all have our breaking points.”

You nod but freeze when his word register in your brain. “Chan told you about last night?” You couldn’t help but feel slightly betrayed and hurt. You hadn’t asked him not to tell anyone, but you had assumed he wouldn’t since he knew you were embarrassed and upset about the whole thing. You had thought he would keep it between you and him.

Bin seemed to sense you were upset and stopped working to turn to you and give you his complete attention. “A couple of us are light sleepers. We woke up when you guys were talking.” He explained. “But we don’t have secrets anyways. It’s almost impossible with how much we are together, but it’s also dangerous.”

“Dangerous?”

“If any secrets came out at the wrong time it could end badly. Especially if it catches us off guard. And it causes more hurt and fights in the end. Its just better to be open and not have any.”

“That’s easier said than done. People have secrets for a reason.”

Bin shrugged. “True, and im sure we have one or two small ones here and there. The point is, you can lean on us. Between the nine of us, there is nothing we can’t conquer.”

You slumped into your chair. “I do lean on you. A lot. Too much already.”

Bin just leaned over with a smile and kissed your hairline. “Just remember we love you no matter what.”

You both got back to working on the video, having had enough serious talk for the moment. You tried to ask questions you were curious about or that you didn’t quite understand when he explained it the first time. Keeping in mind what you thought STAY would be interested in as well. But you couldn’t help but be insanely curious for yourself.

Bin was infinitely patient, walking you through the answers and even letting you play on the system yourself. Creating - albeit a bad – 6 second snippet of sound in the process.

You laugh as he played the unpleasant sound back. “I should just stick to my videos and social media.”

Bin patted your head gently. “Yeah, you probably should.”

You gasp in feigned shock. “You are supposed to tell me it was good!”

“I would never like to you like that, Jagi.”

You stuck your tongue out playfully and laughed again as he shoved you gently with his shoulder.

“Let’s get home before the others send a search party.” He started saving his work and shutting everything down.

You started to do the same with your equipment. Ending the recording and packing up your notes on the session for when you edit the 3 hours of footage down to less than one hour that watchers will remain interested in the whole time. But that part was a job for tomorrow.

Bin folded your fingers together as you walked to the waiting car, playfully swinging your arms back and forth.

“Hey, its out of the intended order, but Lino can’t decide what to do for his date, so do you want to do our date tomorrow night?” He asked as you started the ride home.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you smiled widely. “Yes! Where are we going?” You shook your hands in excitement, taking Bins hand too since you were still holding it.

Bin breathed out a chuckle. “How about dinner first, then a trip to build a bear to make each other a bear.” He looked over at you to get your reaction.

There was no need for him to be nervous though. You would be okay with anything; however, this idea made you squeal and kick your feet. It was so sweet! “Oh my god its so perfect! I had to donate most of my stuffed animals when I moved here!”

He smiled widely at your reaction, relieved. “You are so cute.” You blush at the compliment, still not used to them. “This date will be different though.” He warned. “We won’t be able to hide our identities and continue to keep security around.

“So, drop security.” You shrug. Easy solution. You hadn’t even gotten a security team yet. And you hadn’t really gone anywhere alone, so usually the security team of whoever you were with took over that role for you as well. It was unfair for them, but anytime you got security assigned to you they only lasted a day or two before disappearing.

And you weren’t sure you really needed security anyways. It seemed excessive. The crowds outside the locations your soulmates went were usually well contained by that location’s security and not interested in you beyond shouting questions and the occasional diss.

“No, Y/n! It’s dangerous to go out without security! Especially for you!”

“Why especially for me?”

“Because – because there is so much negativity on you right now. And you haven’t learned how to navigate your fans safely yet.”

Your fans? “I don’t have fans, Binnie baby. And your fans are usually pretty respectable if not excitable.” You felt defensive of your fellow STAY members.

Bin shifted in his seat to face you fully. “You know there are crazier, unstable fans out there. Dangerous fans. And you’ve seen the comments on your stuff. We need to make sure you are safe!” He was almost pleading with you.

You suppose he had a point. Some of the stuff you came across was graphic and scary. But you thought it had died down some now that they had had a bit of time to get used to the idea of you. “Okay, Bin. We won’t ditch security.”

He relaxed some. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

You smiled and kissed his cheek. He was sweet. And he revealed an unintentional secret they had been keeping from you. They have been keeping tabs on the comments about you and were more worried then they let on.

That made you nervous. You had been gleefully telling yourself that there was nothing to worry about if your soul mates weren’t worried about it. Now that you knew they were actually worried, it changed a few realities for you.

“So, how nervous should I be, then?” You ask. You watched as Bin seemed to pause to think about his answer. “Remember what you said about keeping secrets. Unless keeping them from me doesn’t count?” Moral blackmail, but you didn't want to be kept in the dark.

“Of course you count!” His reply was immediate.

“I was only teasing. I realize you didn’t tell me how worried you were for my own sanity. Im not really upset.”

“We weren’t exactly keeping it from you. Just downplaying our concern a bit. Mostly because we want to protect you from everything.”

“That’s very sweet of you all, but hate and danger are a part of this life. And I need to learn to work with it just like anything else. Sheltering me will not help in this situation.” You explain gently.

Bin sighs in defeat, making you smile in triumph. “We are worried about some of the more threatening comments.” He reconfirmed. “And we cant be around to protect and watch over you all the time. It drives us crazy!”

“That’s what security is for. When they find a team that sticks with me, that is.”

Bin scratched at the back of his neck. “That’s our fault. Chan convinced JYP to let us pick your team so we could be sure they were good enough. And apparently finding a team for you that we all agree on is a lot harder than we originally thought.”

And suddenly, it made sense why the teams assigned to you only lasted a few days. “Bin.” You chided gently. “This is their job. Their livelihood. You can't just keep firing them.”

“Only you would be more concerned for them than your own safety.”

“You guys have a week to pick a team, or im taking over. And I know nothing about picking security.” You warned him. Then, just for good measure, you opened the group chat to tell the others, too.

You laughed and looked up as you slowed to a stop. You were home.

This time you hooked your arm in Bins as you walked, liking that it felt closer to a walking cuddle and that you could smell him from this close.

That night you crawled into bed with Lino – who didn’t say a word as he tucked your side of the blanket around you and kissed your shoulder before settling back down. As the only other one besides Bin to invite you into his bed you were excited to finally take advantage of it.

The next day you were so giddy for your date with Binnie that you actually knocked off work earlier because you just couldn’t concentrate anymore. Couldn’t sit still and watch the clock tick slower and slower. Instead, you busy yourself finding the perfect outfit to wear.

Bin took you to eat first. It was a steakhouse. “This place has the best fries.” He proclaimed as he pulled the chair out for me like a gentleman.

“That’s a big compliment coming from you.” You smiled. You had noticed he always tried fries at new places. They were his favorite food, so he says. Personally you don’t know how anyone can pick a favorite when there were so much good food out there to enjoy.

In the end you had to admit he may be right. They were some of the best fries you had ever had in recent memory.

Then at build a bear you each created a bear for the other. He kept trying to sneak a peak at the bear you were making for him, hiding behind the stuffing machine and shelves to get a look when you weren’t paying attention. You threw a toy hairbrush at him to chase him off.

You each customized your bears with recordings, clothing, and accessories. You laughed out loud as you found an accessory that looked like a little container of fries. It was perfect for this date. A nice little reminder of the delicious dinner you two had had together.

On the walk back to the car you carried the bear he made for you proudly, forgoing the cute little house box they usually gave you. Your bear had a cute little pink dress on, a pink bow hooked around one ear, and a cell phone accessory. You loved it.

You giggled, grinning stupidly as you wrapped one arm around Bins waist and cuddled the bear with the other. “She is so cute, Binnie! Thank you!” You reach up to kiss him under his jaw, loving the flustered little smile he got in response.

You were aware of the STAY crowd that had followed you the whole date and were wary of doing much more than that around them. However, you would not be gagged and scared by them either. This was your first date with Bin, and you were going to show him your appreciation. Respectably.

Beyond being aware of them, you didn’t really pay attention to the crowd and their yelling and waving. You were focused on your date, let security do their job.

And, just for Lino’s peace of mind you made sure to check in periodically through the group chat. Simply updating with a picture of the date and moving on, not even reading the responses.

The only incident all night happened just as you were about to get into the car to head home. And it really had nothing to do with you. A large number of STAY had somehow managed to push through security and rush Bin, shoving you aside in the process and forcing the two of you apart. You lost sight of Bin in the mob, and you were squeezed and shoved between all the STAYs trying to force themselves closer to him.

It was honestly scary, and you were afraid you would lose your footing and end up being trampled by all the fans around you not caring about casualties. So, you clung tight to your bear and focused on keeping your feet under you and head down. Security would get things under control soon.

The crowd had become deafening, screaming in your ears. You had no idea what they were screaming or who they were screaming at because it all blended together into a painful ringing. It didn’t matter anyways.

You weren’t sure how long you were being crushed by the mob before Bins voice cut through the screams and familiar arms brought you close, pulling you into the safety of a warm chest you were familiar with. You immediately clung on tightly.

“I got you, babe, don’t worry.” Bin spoke right in your ear, sounding stressed, but firm. You had no doubts. You nodded into his shirt, and he cupped the back of your head securely.

Between him and security, you two made it to the car and he got you inside quickly and secured the door. “You okay?” He asked a bit breathlessly.

You nodded and hummed in affirmation heart still racing, but unharmed.

He gripped your chin lightly and turned you to face him, inspecting your expressions. He looked worried, but it wasn’t you that he should be worried about. You just got caught in the crowd. He was the one who was mobbed.

“Are you okay?” You repeat his question back at him.

“I’m fine. This was an attack, Y/n! They ripped you away from me on purpose!”

You rolled your eyes. “Duh, Bin. But they didn’t try and hurt me.”

Bins eyes widened at your nonchalance. “They could have! Easily! What if they shoved you to the ground? They would have trampled you to death before I could get to you!”

You rub at his biceps comfortingly. “But they didn’t. I managed to stay on my feet until you got to me, like I knew you would. And security did their job and got us both safely to the car.”

Bin let out a relieved breath and plunked his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. You continue to rub comfortingly up and down his arms, reassuring him that you were unharmed and safe.

Despite the stress and fear from the minor mishap you still stopped Bin at the apartment door to give him a proper kiss. It was the only right way to end an amazing date, really. And this was an amazing date.

He was still flushed tomato red when you both walked through the front door, and you were smiling ear to ear.

This time it was Channie who met you at the door in a panic. “Are you both okay?”

Unbelievable. How did he know already? Did you miss a text? You didn’t even see Bin on his phone on the way home! He was mostly touchy and clingy, constantly checking to make sure you were still okay.

“Security informs me of all incidents.” Chan answered your exasperated, questioning look.

“We are fine. She barely blinked. I was more freaked out than she was.” Bin replied for us, rolling his eyes.

You shrugged. “I will not apologize for having complete and total trust in my soulmate.” Then you held up your bear. “Look at what Binnie made me on our date!” You waggled the bear side to side in front of Chan, smiling.

Chan rubbed the bears head with a fond smile. “Cute.”

You skipped into the living room. Everyone but Lino and Hannie were there already, sitting on various furniture with the TV playing some show you had never seen before.

“Hannie and Lino went on their own date.” Lix explained when you asked after them.

Nodding you curled up with Ayen on the overstuffed chair – stealing half his blanket. For his part, Ayen didn’t seem to mind, shifting to make room for you before going back to watching TikTok videos on his phone.

Bin and Chan were still in the doorway talking quietly. You assumed Bin was giving him more information about what happened earlier. But eventually they both joined you and Bin showed off his own bear while plopping on the couch next to Hyune, throwing an arm around him.

It seemed everyone was waiting for the other two to get home.

When you pulled out your phone to catch up on the replies to your updates and maybe play a game or two you were shocked to see more than just the photos of your date with Bin. Lino and Hannie were sending updates of their own.

They had gone to this cute little Sanrio café and got themed drinks and food. The photos of both were just too adorable and you couldn’t believe that either of them had the heart to ruin the artistry in order to eat and drink them. They looked like they were having a good time.

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A/N i know nothing about music production/creation. I made it up.

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[jeanbie]

GHOSTFACE ★ masterlist.

pairing: connie x reader

genre: modern au | warnings: explicit sexual content, masked sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, quickie, squirting | wc: 4.6k

note: im tingling....and toying with a pt2...thoughts?!! plz share ૮ • ﻌ - ა

⏤ You've got no idea who dressed up as Ghostface to Eren's Halloween party, but damn, do they fuck nice.

Bassline. The thundering vibrations of Eren’s drum and bass mix seem to rattle the entire fourth floor of the apartment complex; there are feet stomping on the lino of the kitchen floor, people shouting to the dark stream of dialogue that is sampled into the tracks. The windows look as though they might shatter with the pulsing pressure of the music, and according to Jean who just went outside to the courtyard to have a cigarette, the music is so loud that it feels like it’s coming from outside the building and not within. 

Eren loves drum and bass, which is why it came as little surprise to everybody in attendance of his Halloween party that majority of this playlist has been of the same genre. 

The only real complaint you can find about the music is that some of the tracks are too long and too repetitive, and since about fifteen minutes ago when you found yourself bent over in one of the storage cupboards in the hallway with some stranger’s cock shoved up your cunt, you don’t think the song that was playing when you got there has even finished yet.

The cupboard is submerged in darkness, but even if there had been a light on it wouldn’t have mattered — the stranger’s face is hidden behind the screaming slope of a Scream mask. 

While this stranger has had you bent over one of the stored suitcases in the cupboard, you’ve been trying to figure out who he is, if you might actually know him. There are signs to take note of; his blunt fingernails, the skinny ring on his middle finger, the quiet string of curses from behind the cheap plastic mask. 

You turn your head over your shoulder, trying to search him out in the darkness. You catch what looks like a glimpse of the white of his mask before he takes one hand off your waist and fists it in your hair, pulling your head back closer to the mask whilst speeding up his hips. The clench of your cunt around his cock makes his fist tighten in your hair, and you gasp and fumble to hold the handle of whoever’s suitcase this happens to be.

His hips snatch up, burying his cock back inside of you and eventually letting go your hair to wrap both of his hands back around your waist. He pulls you to meet him as he thrusts in, the ricochet of your ass slapping into his hips sending you lurching forward into the wall — you barely stop yourself from face-planting into it with your palm, and you settle for gripping onto the suitcase beneath you for dear life as the stranger speeds up his slamming.

The fact that the person up your snatch right now is a stranger makes your head whirl — this is exactly the kind of scenario you think your parents might have been warning you of when they sent you off to university two years ago. But none of that matters now, not when the hardness shoved deep inside of you feels as good as this dude’s does.

Ghostface pushes himself deeper, shoving your chest down against the suitcase so the angle is just right. You feel his fingers smoothing up your spine appreciatively as he fucks into you, and the sudden realisation that you’re almost naked while he’s still concealed beneath dark robes and a mask hits you. 

As he guides your hips up his cock and lets you sink back down onto him at your own tired pace, you moan loudly, feeling your thighs tremble against the fabric of the suitcase.

Behind you, the sharp point of his hips begin to hit you in even intervals — if you could see in this darkness, you’d see them moving in a roundish motion, each upward flick of his hips hitting the spot he’s been looking for the entire time.

You squeal, jolting up when he finds it and when he does, the hand on your back smooths across your skin before coming again to settle on your waist. His hands tighten around it while his hips rock back up into you, the wetness between your legs practically drooling from your hole.

Each thrust now is long and slow; you can feel the entire length of his dick pulling out of you save for the tip, and then rushing back inside of you roughly. Without even thinking about it, your walls clench closed around him and he sucks in a hiss, one you’re shocked to have been able to hear amidst the party outside.

Ghostface speeds up. He pushes into you with ease, relishing in the sound of your voice groaning and whimpering underneath him.

A pressure builds in your stomach, and Ghostface just about catches you when you fumble, the feeling of his hands around your middle tightening as he does all the work. He fucks himself with your pussy, knowing from the arrangement of noises you’ve sung to him where you like him best, which angle makes you moan more, where the wetness builds and squelches around him and dribbles down your leg.

“Ah, fuck!” you cry, taking the masked man by genuine surprise as his body shifts with quiet laughter, his fingers pinching the bunch of skin around your waist. He knows that you’re tired, and knows that you want to cum — just like how he knows that you know he wants to cum, too.

You feel full to the brim with him — you don’t know if this is the best sex you’ve ever had or if you just think that because it could be anybody under that mask fucking you.

Again, you try to peer round your shoulder to look for him, and this time you happen to snatch a look now that your eyes have adjusted to the light. Ghostface stares back at you with indifference, but you wonder how he might be looking underneath — face scrunched up with pleasure, a lip between his teeth, eyes blown open or perhaps clenched tight. 

Doesn’t matter. It just feels too fucking good.

You start to say something but your words die out, your mind focusing on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, mapping the way to your cervix, the tip kissing every nice spot you have never found with anybody else. 

Finally, when you think Ghostface might be pulling out to blow a load over your back, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up on edge when you feel him drag his cock out of you, and feel his hands pressing your ass cheeks, as if wanting to widen them apart.

Suddenly, you reach back and grab his wrist. You sense his gaze behind the hollow black spots of the mask and he tilts his head to the side. This guy is leaning in to the concept of Ghostface so heavily that it makes you shudder, but the damp spot between your legs sings a different story.

“Wait,” you manage to say, halting his cock from snuggling itself between your ass and up it. You’re not exactly closed off to anal, but not with someone you don’t even know, even worse inside of Eren’s storage cupboard using someone’s suitcase as a support. 

Ghostface rolls his shoulders, returning his head to a straight and level position before pulling back entirely. Your heart rises to your throat — there’s no way he’ll just leave after you’ve said no. Neither of you are ready to part just yet.

Thankfully, Ghostface doesn’t leave; he curves his arm around your waist and twists you, your little top pushing against his chest for a split second before he lifts you up off the ground. The suitcase now finds itself a seat for you to sit on, while he lifts your legs higher around his body and aligns his cock back near your cunt before plunging himself back in as if he never even left.

Your jaw falls open, and now that your eyes are accustomed to the veil of darkness settled in the cupboard you can make out his mask above you, and both of his hands on your thighs. Being able to see the mysterious man in costume as he watches your pussy swallow his cock with every thrust only increases the pleasure, the rush of the masked assailant taking complete ownership of you, the thrill of the door behind him opening at any second.

He pushes your mini-skirt higher up over your stomach, sliding his right hand down from your thigh to roll his thumb over your clit. Your body jumps at the new feeling, and as the suitcase begins to wobble precariously beneath you, you try to grab onto something nearby and find nothing in reach. Settling to grip one hand on the case beneath you and his naked wrist, you place your faith in the trusty case and hope that it won’t collapse beneath you as Ghostface picks up the pace. 

Every frantic thrust brings you an inch closer to the wall behind your head, but all you can focus on is the outline of his wrist reaching between your thighs and the white curve of the mask staring back at you in silence. You chew out a course of curses, a warm feeling rippling from your cunt all the way to your chest. 

The cupboard feels like a corner of hell, stinking of sex, but all you can care to focus on is the feeling of this man’s dick inside of you, and how you want nothing else but for it to remain there for the rest of the evening.

You’re almost thankful for the lack of visibility in here, and no doubt behind the dark fabric of his masked eyes — you must look a mess, and you do. The man watches you with a half-lidded gaze, watching you unravel at the seams into a mewling mess under his hands. His thumb swirls slower around your clit, his nail slowly flicking over the curve of it as you moan, clenching your hand around his wrist. He shakes himself free from your clutches and moves to feel his cock stretching you open, fingering the wetness pool around him. 

He swipes his finger up the slit of your cunt and then slides his palm over your stomach. You crane your head to stare at him, at the ridges of bone and his protruding veins that simmer across his hand. His fingers are slender, pretty almost, and you watch whilst panting as he stretches his hand across your lower stomach and presses down. At that, his hips flick up higher and you yelp — he’s feeling around for his hand on the surface. 

He fucks up into you, feeling the dull lump of his dick pressing against you, and in turn you feel your legs trembling around him. Ghostface grips you even harder, grunting every time his balls slap up against your bum. The suitcase is wobbling furiously beneath you, but you can’t even feel it teetering on its edge — you’re too busy drowning in the aching pressure building in your body, and trying to fight it and failing miserably.

Ghostface releases your waist in surprise when you very suddenly release; a stream of squirt shoots out of your pussy onto the front of his dark cloak, and as soon as he lets you go, the suitcase beneath you falls and down you disappear against the wall down to the floor.

You land with an unceremonious groan, still squirting and shaking as you descend, and as you cry out in both pleasure and shock, Ghostface laughs and towers over you.

His laugh is loud, the loudest noise he’s made the entire time he’s been in here fucking you. It comes from deep within, boyish and sexy and enough to make you reach forward and press your fingers against your throbbing cunt.

“Shit, mama,” Ghostface croons, still chortling at your fall from grace to the floor of the cupboard. He breathes in with a voiced breath as he watches you fiddle with your clit like a button, staring up at him with a breathless and dazed look.

He tilts his head again — your body physically twitches.

“Oh, you want more?” he asks. You definitely don’t recognise his voice; you barely hear it now the song has changed in the kitchen next door. You’re lucky to have heard Ghostface talk the first time and laugh at the sight of your pussy in the air and legs spread wide.

Ghostface reaches for his cock, which remains hard and rigid under the falling figure of his cloak and he kicks the suitcase to the side. With your calves on either side of his thighs, he positions himself over you as you lie on the floor and starts to stroke his cock from the top to the bottom, picking up speed and watching you stroke the slick space between your legs. Your legs clench closed when you poke one finger into your quivering hole, but Ghostface nudges your legs with his knee and forces them back open.

If the door were to open now, how would you begin to explain the scene? A guy dressed as Ghostface standing over you while you’re undressed on the floor with your legs spread open, pumping his cock as he does nothing to help you up off the ground, enjoying every second of watching you try to finger your pussy and fight the sensitive jolts your body performs. Where would you even start with trying to explain that?

Ghostface shifts his weight above you, his hand moving so fast above you that you can barely see it moving, the black fabric of his cloak blocking the sight from view on occasion. He flicks his wrist as if this is an ordinary session of jerking off, as if you’re not on the floor beneath him ready to catch the blow.

He grunts, and you feel his feet gently brush your ass on the floor when he leans forward unexpectedly and lays one hand flat on the wall your head is against. Then you register a warmth shooting down onto your pussy, moving up to your chest as it falls and rises. He’s cumming. On you. All over you.

You don’t know where the need comes from, but you angle yourself up and position your face under his burst, catching the last few ropes of his cum with your tongue, moaning open-mouthed at the salty taste of it. You can feel the rest of it sliding down your body, trickling down your wet slit and past your bum to the floor. 

Ghostface curses and laughs again, looking down at you.

“Slut,” he calls affectionately, chuckling as he does so. A wild heat blooms on your face. 

Ghostface leans forward and fingers his hand through your hair, using the other one still wrapped around his cock to shake it, as if ridding the last drops of his seed onto your face before letting it fall back behind the curtain of black robes.

The unknown Ghostface grips your face with his hand, staring at the way your eyes burn up into his widely and tiredly. His head tilts again in the way he likes, and then he pats your cheek and waves his hand at you. It takes a second before you understand that he’s waving for you to stand up.

With a struggle, you find your feet and rise to stand in front of him. He assesses the display of sticky cum over your body and face and laughs again, as if finding the whole thing unbelievable and endearing, and then he uses the inside of his cloak to wipe whatever he can see in the dark off your skin. There’s still a party to enjoy — he’s not cruel enough to send you back into the fray with his seed splattered down your front.

A few moments later, the door to the storage cupboard opens from the inside and you ungracefully step out, your body still feeling light and like jelly. Ghostface is just a step behind you, but before you can step into the equally dim light of the flat hallway, he reaches out and fiddles with your skirt. You feel the cheap fabric of it drag in a rearrangement.

He’s pulled your skirt from up above your arse and returned you to normal. 

Ghostface gently pushes you forward and turns to close the door behind him. You still in place, turning to him and hoping he might share who he is, maybe suggest finding a room to have some more fun in. But all he does is look at you before disappearing back inside of the heart of the party taking place in the kitchen.

Leaving you standing there.

A door to someone’s bedroom opens and out someone steps, dressed in a very cute cosplay of Yuna from Final Fantasy. They smile when they see you and use their thumb to gesture behind them: “Bathrooms in there if you’re looking for it.”

You thank her and slowly wander inside, b-lining for the small ensuite and closing the door behind you. You barely think of looking at your reflection in the mirror until you’ve peed and wiped the sticky residue away, but when you do, you blow out a deep sigh and quickly wipe the smudge of eyeliner under your eye. 

You’ve looked worse. There’s always that.

You’re just about to step into the hallway when a Ghostface breezes past you. Immediately, your body freezes, watching the masked figure look back towards the front door with a howling laugh, and when you turn to the door you watch two more Ghostface’s tumble in after him. Your heart lurches in your chest — this just got more complicated.

One of them looks at you and holds up their prop weapon as they pass, using it as if beckoning you to the kitchen where your friends are probably waiting for you. Hoping they’ll avoid all interrogations of where you’ve been for the last twenty minutes, you prepare to poke your head inside and jump back when Ymir steps out.

She looks haggard, her eyes hazed and red and she jerks backwards in surprise when you manifest into her view. 

“Jesus fuck, you scared the shit out of me,” she grumbles, looking you up and down after catching her breath.

A guy dressed in an uninspired pirate outfit passes and says, “Cute outfit.”

“Thanks,” you mutter in reply, then turn to Ymir again. “There’s no more loo roll in that bathroom, if that’s where you’re going.”

“Nah, going outside,” she tells you, “it’s like a sauna in there. Wanna come with?”

You hope that by joining Ymir outside you might iron out your neediness, but the feeling only increases. About five minutes into standing by one of the birch trees in the courtyard, flanked by Ymir and her two friends, you watch as a congregation of people flood out of the building you were just in. Ymir pays them no mind — they’re all at the same party, after all, but your eyes zero in on the familiar flash of black robes and fall on the sickening sight of another Ghostface mask looking right back at you.

You don’t even know if this is the same Ghostface sinking his dick into your cunt just mere minutes ago. 

“Why’s there so many Ghostface’s tonight?” you ask, feigning nonchalance.

Ymir shrugs and twists the butt of her cigarette against the tin bin on the wall. “Must be popular again this year.”

“The new Scream movie came out a few weeks ago,” one of her friends answers helpfully. “I’ve seen about six tonight. Don’t even know who any of them are, either.”

When Ymir gently pulls you back towards the party by your shoulders, you brave another look back at the group with the infamous Ghostface and tame the disappointment blooming in your chest when the masked stranger is no longer searching for you in the throng of people. 

You fall back invisibly in the crowd of people once inside, searching for the man who had claimed you as his own earlier in the night. But he might as well be a ghost in the wild gathering of strangers surrounding you as you try and find fun in dancing with Ymir — everywhere you look, you catch a glimpse of another warping mouth gaping at you, but never any signs of who just had you mewling in the cupboard. His identity and the possibility of it being revealed slip away as the night goes on, but the lingering memory and phantom feeling of his dick up your crotch never leaves.

You’ve never actually met Eren, despite being at his Halloween party at the start of the week. The weekend drawls by at an agonisingly slow pace, so much so that you’re overjoyed when Saturday arrives and you join Ymir back at Eren’s dormitory building for Armin’s belated birthday gathering.

Once you cross the familiar courtyard, you steal a glance up at Eren’s flat, a flood of memories rushing back to you. Hating to admit the disappointment of learning that Armin lived in a different section of the building to Eren, you look away from the full length windows peering in to Eren’s kitchen and hurry behind Ymir and Reiner as they stride down the path towards the heavy green doors. 

There’s a whole regiment of friends to Ymir who you’ve never even met before. There had never been any need to introduce you to the friends Ymir made during her first year of university when they all lived in the same building, and Ymir liked it that way. 

She had a balance of friend groups for different purposes: her fixed group of friends (including Reiner and a dozen others), you (who Ymir considered her best friend, even when she had a poor way of showing it sometimes) and her first year friends, of which includes Eren and the birthday boy, Armin.

You’re not so much fussed by meeting them for the first time. If all goes wrong, you have nothing to lose. 

Luckily, the unification of Ymir’s two friend groups goes according to plan; the collection of strangers prove to be friendly and welcoming, and you almost feel comfortable sitting in between Ymir and Reiner, his arm behind you on the back of the sofa and Ymir’s elbow on your knee as she leans forward to talk with Eren. 

Opposite you, a few of Ymir’s friends fall into a cacophony of laughter that makes you look over at them with interest. A girl with brown hair leans back into her friends arm as a guy with a buzz-cut steps into the kitchen, patting his hands on his cargos as if they were wet. You look away again when Reiner brings you up in the conversation he’s having to your right, and you’re intention is to remain there until your ears prick up at someone’s voice opposite you.

“Shit, mama, you good?”

Your head snaps to the side. 

Buzz-cut arches forward in his seat with a grin on his face, patting his hand on the brunette girl’s back as she coughs into her arm. The other friend, a dirty blond who you think is called Jean, takes her drink from her hands with a laugh while she splutters. Buzz-cut laughs too, the sound all too fucking familiar.

In your chest, your heart hammers before plunging to the pit of your stomach. When he rearranges himself and lays his hands flat on his parted knees, your eyes wander to his fingers and catch the sight of a slim silver band around his middle finger, and you feel your whole body go rigid.

It’s him. 

It’s your Ghostface.

“Shit, Sasha, why’d you spit your drink everywhere?” Eren asks, chuckling at the girl as she apologetically wipes her mouth and makes a move to wipe away the water. “Ugh, stop, stop.”

“Can you get the kitchen roll from the cupboard, Connie?” sighs Armin, and you watch as buzz-cut rises to his feet and circles towards a cupboard and pulls out the kitchen roll. A cupboard he knew to look inside, the familiar entry to the kitchen — your mysterious Ghostface lives here, and your body warms at the fact.

Connie approaches the shitty coffee table and unravels a blanket of paper before laying it across the spill, soaking up whatever it was Sasha was drinking. He does it fast, but you steal whatever looks you can at him while he’s not looking back. 

His hair is silver, the glint of silvery hoops and studs in his left ear standing out as an accent to his appearance. You watch his fingers grip the soggy clumps of tissue and familiarise yourself with them; just a few days ago, those fingers were around your waist, that thumb rolling circles around your clit.

You subtly fidget in your seat and try to look away, but you find yourself with the urge to look at him constantly, feeling like a schoolgirl crushing on her classmate. 

“What’s it with you and coffee tables?” Reiner asks Sasha, bringing her gaze over to him and by extension you. She smiles at you both, considering you’re looking right at her and between her, Jean and Connie. “Didn’t you hurl on Eren’s on Halloween?”

“That actually wasn’t me,” Sasha says immediately, frantically looking at Eren as he levels a look at her. “I swear. I swear it wasn’t me. It was Mina, I swear.”

“I watched you do it,” Reiner replies.

“No, no! Connie, back me up—”

“He wasn’t even there!”

Connie glances at Sasha as if weighing his options by defending her, and then he looks at Reiner. As he does so, you feel your heart in your throat when his eyes pass by your figure and settle on Reiner, and then suddenly jump back to you in a double take.

Connie stands there for a moment, his eyes glued to you like a predator to prey. You watch his eyes flicker around your face, analysing you, before falling down to your chest, your legs, and then finally back at your face. You wonder if you might have fallen under the radar if only you hadn’t clenched your legs tighter together and squirmed in your seat, which is all the evidence Connie needed to confirm that you were the girl who’s pussy he’d been up inside a few nights ago.

You don’t begin to guess what he might be thinking. He slowly comes back to his senses and sits in his chair, his gaze wandering around the room before inevitably coming back to you, finding your gaze still fixed on him in a stunned surprise that he feels bloom into a sort of pride. 

As he stares at you, he lets his head tilt to the side with a smile, watching the way your chest rises and falls before you force your gaze away, determined to find something interesting in Ymir’s conversation with the person next to her.

But now that you’ve seen him, and now that Connie’s seen you, you know that something has shifted, and when the vibrating pulse in your crotch returns unpleasantly, you force it away and count the seconds before you can leave with Ymir in tow — unsuspecting of the eyes that will follow as you go; oblivious to the desire stirring inside of Connie’s body to finish what he started on Halloween.

[awooghan]

[11:41 pm] ✧.* l.mh

➳ PAIRING: lee know x gn!reader

➳ GENRE: fluff, slice of life, silent/mutual pining, friends to (implied) lovers

➳ WARNINGS: none, just tooth-rotting fluff and simp!lino :]

➳ WORD COUNT: 1k exactly which is a bit long for a timestamp but are we surprised

➳ SUMMARY: you and minho are out with your friends one night. minho notices you won't leave his side.

➳ NOTES: wow i actually completed a fic and it wasn't for christmas LOL hope you enjoy <3 also i know the banner is lee know in a puffy coat but this is supposed to be a summer night timestamp and this was the closest photo i could find 😭 (and as always ty @ujimoo for helping me make a banner)

➳ SONG REC: headliner (seventeen)

network tags: @kflixnet @straykidsland-main @kwritersworld @k-labels

“Ah, Y/N…” Minho says, lightly nudging you. “When are you gonna get off me?”

His voice, flat but gentle, cuts through the air around you, making the crickets chirping nearby sound like a mere pin drop. He doesn’t mean to sound rude, though his tone alone would have raised the eyebrows of strangers passing by. Luckily, there aren’t many people around to spare him weird glances this late at night.

It’s a genuine question, though. Instead of stomping around on the playground down the slope with your friends, you have effectively trapped Minho next to you atop a nearby hill. Your legs are outstretched before you, your shoes innocently tapping against his as you rock your feet side to side. Your arm sits comfortably next to his, and your head rests on his shoulder. He’s all but stuck now, like sap on a maple tree in January, and if you don’t move soon, he’ll be doomed to spend the rest of the night here in the grass.

He feels you shrug next to him.

“Hmm?” Minho hums. His eyes widen just slightly as you scoot closer. Your hand brushes against his, and your fingers lazily drum a pattern into the warm earth below you. He tries to ignore this and pokes you repeatedly in the arm.

“Come onnnn…” he says. “When are you gonna get up?”

Your quiet “I dunno” in response fills his ears.

“What do you meeeaaann, ‘I dunno’?” He makes a show of rolling his eyes, then clicks his tongue. “Why don’t you wanna get up, hmm?”

A scream echoes through the park and makes Minho look up for a moment. Changbin’s short figure flies through the air, his arms flailing. The swing behind him rocks erratically as he falls onto the mulch with a thud. Wooyoung points and cackles loudly from the swing next to him, but quickly lets out a shriek of his own and grips onto the metal chains. Further right, Jungwoo and Chaeryeong’s silhouettes chase each other around on the main playground equipment. Lampposts at the edge of the playground cast a dim yellow glow across the space, like the ones in retro film recordings. Minho can imagine the little “PLAY” icon floating at the top left of the scene, blinking periodically several feet above the dark blue awning.

He feels a light tap against his shoe again.

“Owww!” Minho feigns a cry. He picks up his feet and swipes them away from you in one swift move, the corners of his lips pulling down in an exaggerated pout. “Y/N, that hurt~ how dare you…” 

Looking back at you, you’re mindlessly clicking your feet against each other, and you’re still all cuddled up on his shoulder. His heart thumps a little louder in his chest when you shove your head closer to him.

“Yah, Y/N…”

“Hmm...” Your soft hum comes out more as a statement than a reply.

You flutter your eyes closed, your lashes gently batting against your skin. He heaves out a sigh, and the warm breeze tickles his cheeks with a light blush. It seems to have more mercy on you, though, as it delicately brushes your stray hairs away from your forehead, framing your face perfectly. Almost too perfectly. The crickets blend into the quiet air as he takes in the sight.

“Hey…” Minho tries one more time. He tilts his head slightly as he gazes at you. “Why don’t you get up? Our friends are waiting.”

The breeze picks up for just a moment, making you scrunch up your nose. Minho gestures down the hill. It’s getting more difficult to look away from you. “See?” he continues. “Playground's right over there. ‘S loads more fun than I am.”

Another shriek rings out from the playground area. Chaeryeong lies in an awkward position at the bottom of the slide. The wind picks up again at the same time, whistling against Minho’s ears right as Chaeryeong yells something at Jungwoo. All he can make out is another scream as Jungwoo tumbles down the slide and knocks Chaeryeong onto the gravel.

But a light tap sings louder to Minho than all of it.

Looking back at you, his eyes trace down, stopping where your fingers meet his arm. As light as a hummingbird’s wing beat, your fingers tap across his forearm and leave a path of spreading warmth in their wake. They seem to float in the air as they skip further down. Your touch, so faint and gentle, nearly lulls him to sleep. He lets his eyes fall shut.

It’s like Minho is at the beach for a moment, and your fingers brushing against his skin are the ocean waves calmly swaying over his feet. Then, he feels a sudden blast as a tidal wave crashes over him, its currents pulling him under and leaving him unable to breathe. His eyes snap open and right toward the spot where your hand has come to a gentle rest over the top of his own.

Minho’s eyes meet your soft ones. Your head is still comfortably nestled on his shoulder, and your cheeks seem to glow in the dark when you smile at him. For a moment, perhaps a moment too long, time comes to a still as he takes you in, watching you slowly melt into his side. You look so at peace, and he dare not disturb you, despite his urge to spring up and run down the hill and scream at Changbin. Thankfully, he’s too engrossed in the feeling of your hand on top of his to even try. He thanks his lucky stars once more that you’re also looking down at your hands, so you can’t notice the blood rushing to the tips of his ears.

Slowly, he spreads his fingers and gently threads them with yours. He glances at you, then looks down at his lap, a shy smile finally forming on his lips.

“Ah…” he says softly. “ Our friends can wait a little.”

[chanrizard]

I'm kinda grateful for div1 because they're a good scapegoat whenever one is needed. They protect the artists in a sense because like, if Jisung actually wasn't comfortable showing his tattoos, he can say it's div1 and then fan feelings won't be hurt! Other examples, dating ban, everyone knows idols do secretly date and such, and officially people say "the dating ban is gross! It's to sell creepy fans the idea of their idol being available!" But also the dating ban is a protective shield because if creepy fans come up to idols they can say sorry I don't date I'm not allowed. While secretly they do date but officially no. Other example, jyp artists can say "sorry we're not allowed to say anything political" and it's bc div1 is censoring them and then they don't get hate from either side, because normally people would say "silence is taking the side of the oppressors!" Etc but they can't bc it's not the artists it's div1. And the artists don't choose who to collab with, it's management! Stuff like this means idols don't get hated on for random stuff which I support. I think asking Hanji to show his body in the first place is invasive, puts him in an awkward spot and it's good that he has div1 to fall back on. It could also be that they're really the ones stopping him but in the case that it wasn't I'm grateful things were resolved this way

see but the thing is, he's not uncomfortable showing off his tattoos, he's not uncomfortable talking about them, he's never been uncomfortable showing his body either before when it's something he's worked hard on and he's proud of.

he said on a live their staff didn't want him to tell us he'd gotten tattooed, he told us he is not allowed to show them, he did it anyway and it was just a glimpse mind you, and the first thing he said after the fanmeeting was that he was promptly scolded for it.

why can't people take what he says -what all the members say really- at face value, what on earth could he possibly gain from lying about this, when all the kids have always been pretty straightforward all things considered and the profession they're in about what they can and cannot do, and when saying or doing something out of line gets them scolded, and when they know damn well how vicious their fans can be.

I believe changbin when he says the staff wasn't happy with him bulking up and eating healthy and told him to cut it out and he said fuck this. I believe seungmin and changbin when they say the staff doesn't want them to mention they drink sometimes, when other idols in their same company have never had this problem (see: nmixx's members getting drunk and no one batting an eye. so what's different? same company different management)

and about the political thing, again lily lives anyone?

Also what does the dating ban have to do with this they haven't mentioned that in years if ever?

As for the collabs i honestly think it's 50/50, i was talking about this with tay this morning and it's actually plausibile they got into That project with the best intentions and were super hyped and then they realized a couple of things, reevaluated some others, and decided that maybe it was a mistake. They've never mentioned that song again outside of the mandatory promo period and it was always in a very luckluster way.

And tbf nobody asked han to show his body, he brought it up on his own.

But the point of this whole thing, and i think we're missing it here, is it's his (their) choice to do so that's being taken away and for what.

They're being restricted on what they eat to the point they're starving for a photoshoot for fuck's sake, they've been telling lino he has to lose some weight when he's never given a damn before and was so happy to share his love for pudding on bubble and now it's a miseryfest of "ah i'm turning into a piggy" and dieting stuff from the last messages i saw. same with felix, i love him but i cannot tell you enough how uncomfortable it makes me when he starts talking about what he (didn't) eat in a day.

i'm sure there's some good people in div1 and they care for them, or the members wouldn't have defended them in the past, and there's people they're closer with like their personal managers, but i'm also sure lately they haven't been as happy with the staff as a whole as before

so no, i'm not all that grateful to the people managing them right now

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ Being Poly w/ Stray Kids {Summer Vacation D1} ♡

♡ I got a request for some poly fluff where you get to see how your boyfriends take care of you. I figured there's no better time than your first summer vacation together to experience it ♡

♡ Reader is a chubby babe ♡

♡ Felix ♡

the one you wake up to because he's been cuddling you all night, only really moving to go to the bathroom

has the morning voice of a demon but is a total angel, giving you kisses while asking about your dreams/how you slept

comes with you to do your morning skin routines together, cracking jokes to make you smile when you start feeling grumpy about being up so early

stays behind to straighten up the bathroom because he has to make sure his love eats breakfast before she starts the day

♡ Bang Chan ♡

fell asleep 2 hours ago but set his alarm to wake up and make you all of your favorite breakfast foods from back home

has a list of things to do/sights to see during this trip that he thought you might like. it took him weeks to put it together but you're worth the effort

set the room he's sharing with bini up just the way you like it so that you can come sleep with them tonight

massages your legs while you eat your food because being curled up in a cuddle ball for eight hours has left you a little tight

♡ Changbin ♡

picks out a pair of comfy clothes for you to wear and helps put your hair up into a cute, albeit messy, ponytail♡ changbin salon ♡

fills his backpack with ice water and whatever you want so you have everything you need for the run along the beach he's taking you on

puts aside his typically strict approach to fitness to turn the "run" into a playful game of tag that finally wakes you up for the day

gives you a piggyback ride when you get tired and pauses every time you hint that you see something you might be interested in

♡ Hyunjin♡

has the shower running for you when you get back to the house. he joins you if you'd like him to or hangs around outside talking about the most random things with you

already picked out an outfit for you to wear today so that the two of you match and encourages you to take your time with makeup

brings you with him to browse through cute shops on the boardwalk, buying you little souvenirs to take home

convinces you to pose for pictures for him and surprises you with them in a scrapbook down the line

♡ Lee Know ♡

steals you away to take you on a car ride to a super secret destination. also maintains his self control when Han and I.N insist on coming

said secret destination ends up being the kitty cafe you've been talking about every day since it popped up in your Insta feed

spends a good amount of money renting out a private room where you can stay as long as you want. you even get to name a cat

comforts you when you get a little teary eyed because you don't want to leave those sweet babies behind

♡ Han ♡

sees an arcade and immediately thinks it's the perfect thing to take your mind off of the fact that you, unfortunately, can't have 30 fur babies

goes super hard at every game he plays to make sure he wins enough tickets to get you the plushie that you want

distracts the other two completely and totally on accident when you're playing against them so that you never lose

keeps asking if you need anything/if everything's okay when the arcade starts to fill up more since he wants you to be comfortable

♡ I.N ♡

rides in the backseat with you, controlling the aux to shuffle through the playlist he made for you

has zero hesitation when it comes to singing along to songs with you, screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs. he loves a good duet

rolls the windows down so that you can feel the ocean air and fixes your hair when the wind blows it all over

lets you take a nap on him if you get a little sleepy, quietly nagging Lino not to hit any bumps or make any sharp turns because he wants you to sleep peacefully

♡ Seungmin ♡

builds a fort out of pillows and blankets for the two of you to hide out in while the others bicker about what to do for the rest of the day

has you bring your plushie/souvenirs with you into said adorable fort because he wants to hear every little detail about your day so far

goes outside to get the grill started for dinner, knowing that the collective fear of him burning the place down will bring the other guys together

keeps you on his lap even when the others whine about it, sheilding you from the chaos of a stray kids dinner even if it means occasionally becoming the chaos himself

[hyunpic]

Feel free to ignore but have you ever assigned pitbull songs to skz? (Hanjitonin here)

omg i love this question so much that i thought about it for over 24 hours and i have finally come to my conclusion about the songs!!!

bang chan: castle made of sand! i feel like this song is comforting which chan is to so many stays! and the lyrics to me are very much chan

lino: rain over me “i like my women sexy classy sassy” hello he’s talking about lino here i love my lino who’s sexy classy sassy 💁‍♀️

changbin: fireball!! one of changbin best qualities are wiggles. also the instrumental and beat in this song is soooo fun and changbin is just a fun lil guy to me and even tho this song is about partying i strangely feel like it would be a really good song to work out to

hyunjin: the most obvious choice: on the floor!!!! my dancer!!! the life of the party at those versace parties like this song just belongs to him. and i think hyunjin is an icon and he deserves one of the most iconic pitbull songs. also im assigning him wild wild love too cause his love can’t be tamed i think these lyrics are very hyunjin

jisung: hey baby! [drop it to the floor] another fun little guy. deserves a fun song!!!!! and after learning he likes to twerk for skz in secret, drop it to the floor sounds accurate

felix: give me everything - pitbull rhymes kodak with kodak here and ive heard felix rhyming the same word with each other before when he raps. its during that song with nayeon i think and i was like that’s sooo pitbull of him. also this is an energetic song and good vibes only which is felix to me!!

seungmin: feel this moment! i wanted to assign him a song with a strong singer on the track cause he’s a singer who sings!!!!!!! so there’s really no other pitbull song that matches it better than the song with christina aguilera.

jeongin: hotel room service! this is just a cheeky song and i feel like jeongin got that cheeky vibe about him some times 😌

[snwycde]

Connected (Bang Chan) part 2

Pairing: BangChan x fem reader

wc: 2.2k

warnings: none

summary: angsty - slow burn of Chan and fem reader. Chan runs into his past, how will it affect the present and his future?

This is NOT the first part!!! Here is part 1

-----

“Hyung, what do you mean you’re going to make a new solo song?!” Han sits up from the couch, “Would the company even allow that? We’re supposed to release this album literally this year.”

Chan leans back into his chair and grabs at his hair, “I just don’t feel like my song is as…it just doesn’t fit the vibe that I want it to give.”

Han put his hands onto his face, clearly stressed. 

“Why don’t you like ‘Roads’?” Changbin swivels his chair around to look at Chan, “I think it’s good and the lyrics are good?”

‘Roads’ was Chan’s song that he wrote for stays, it’s his solo song in the SKZ-Replay album. 

“I just don’t feel like I spent as much time on the song as you guys did with yours. Literally everyone has deeper meaning to their own songs, even Lino!”

Han looks up and turns to Changbin, “He has a point there. Lee know hyung isn’t one to be emotional and then he literally wrote 나지막이 (limbo).“

“Besides, the company will probably allow me to change it, it’s only June and we’re releasing it in December.” Chan sits back up, “And I’ll just release ‘Roads’ if I don’t come up with anything.”

Han shrugs at Changbin. Now it’s Changbin’s turn to lean back into his chair, “Why not. It’s not like we’re going to be able to change your mind.”

Chan starts packing up his things, “Good.”

“Where are you going?” Han questions his sudden movements.

“We’re done here… so I’m going?” he says as he places his laptop into his bag.

Another shared glance between Han and Changbin, a state of confusement since their hyung is never first to leave. 

“Look I’ll meet you guys back at the dorm.” giving a peace sign before exiting the room, leaving Han and Changbin baffled.

----

You have arrived, announces the car’s GPS. 

Chan parks on the street outside of a building, Connections, a cafe. Chan looks at the outside before entering, he hasn’t been here in years. 

----

“Yeah, I’m gonna surprise him at the ice skating rink,” You say while getting in the car, “He doesn’t know that I came back during spring break.”

“I can’t believe you flew back for him, don’t you ever learn your lesson,” your friend announces after your phone connects to your car.

“Look it’s been rough between us for a while and I want to clear things up, I feel like we just need to see each other and things will go back to normal.” You turn on the car, “Jihyo, I know you’ve never liked him but you didn’t even give him a chance!”

You can hear a sigh on the end of the line, “Whatever babe, I love you. I’ll be back home later tonight.”

You return an I love you and end the call.

----

“How long do you want to pay for?” an employee asks.

You check your watch, 11:30am, “I’ll stay for 2 hours.” 

As you sit down and put on your skates you check your phone to see your boyfriend’s location, he’s been here for 30 minutes already.

You remember he said that he was planning on going ice skating with his friends today when you had called him last night, and since you didn’t know how to surprise him, why not here while he’s with his friends…?

The ice skating rink is filled with people, so you look before getting on the ice to see if you can see your boyfriend. You see him, wearing one of the jackets you had bought him, and warmth rushes to your cheeks. 

As you step onto the ice you start towards him, the rink is quite large so you decide to call out to him, “Jae-”

You stop yourself once you see someone slide into him. A girl. Maybe it’s just an accident, you tell yourself. Jaebum, your boyfriend, wraps his arms around her, hugging her. You stop skating towards him, watching from a distance as he laughs and kisses her forehead. 

Your heart stops, as your eyes follow the girl as she gets off the rink and walks towards the restroom. 

You don’t even realize you're following her until, “Your hair is so cute!”, you say. 

“Ah, thank you!” the girl blushes as she touches up her short black hair in the mirror, “I love your long hair, it's gorgeous!”

“You and your boyfriend look so cute together,” you take out your lip oil, what am I doing?

The girl notices your lip oil, “Omg I have that one too!” as she takes out the dior lip oil to show you, “yeah, he’s actually not my boyfriend…yet!”

You turn to her, heart breaking since she’s so sweet, “oh really?”, from your intuition, you know she doesn’t know you, she seems like a good girl.

“He’s taken me on a few dates here and there, but I haven’t decided if I want him to be my boyfriend,” she leans in to whisper, “he is just a bit older than me, haha.”

You pretend like you don’t know that and gasp, “Omg how old is he, how old are you?”

“He's only 3 years older than me, I’m 24.” she smiles.

“Me too!” you exclaim, suddenly all you want to do is scream at Jaebum.

“Well it was wonderful meeting you!” you say before waving bye and quickly exiting. 

You spot Jaebum on the ice talking to one of his friends. As you get on the ice, his friend spots you before he could, “Y-Y/n?”

Jaebum turns around, color slowly leaves his face, “Y-y/n! What are you doing here!” He pretends to act excited as he looks around. 

“Surprise!” you act, forcing your whole body to hug him back when he hugs you, it makes you want to throw up. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks again breathlessly, “shouldn’t you be overseas?”

“Wouldn’t you like that,” you say under your breath before looking up at him, “Jagi, you’re wearing the jacket I got you! It looks so good!”

As you pretend to check him out in his jacket he starts to panic, “Aren’t you tired? You’re probably tired, you should go home and rest. I’ll bring dinner tonight!”

You stop and hold his hand, “omg jagi, I was in the restroom and I met the sweetest girl! You have to meet her.”

At that moment whatever color was left on his face left, it looked like his soul left his body, “jagi,” he starts, you wince at the nickname.

“Jaebum?” The voice behind you makes you smile.

You turn and look at the girl, on her face is pure confusement, you see her look at you holding his hand. Jaebum quickly wiggles his hand out of yours, your heart breaks a little. 

“Miyeon-ah.” Jaebum takes place in between you both, “Look, I can explain.”

“Miyeon… what a cute name,” you sadly smile before looking at Jaebum, “I saw you hold her.”

“J-jagi, I didn’t mean it,” Jaebum puts his hands up.

“Jagi?” Miyeon questions, her face trying to put the pieces together, “Are you guys dating?”

You look at Jaebum waiting for him to answer her but he just stays silent, “Jaebum was my boyfriend.”

“Was?” Jaebum looks at you, but you’re still looking at Miyeon as she realizes the situation. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he was in a relationship.” Miyeon’s face drops, “I should leave.”

“No don’t,” Jaebum then turns to her, “can I explain?”

“Please don’t, you have nothing to explain to me.”  Miyeon replies before she waves to you and skates off.

Jaebum just watches her leave, “Y/n, I didn’t mean it, we were just good friends.”

You scoff at his words. You see his friend Jackson turn away not even believing him because he’s clearly in the wrong.

“How long?” That's all you wanted to ask, that’s all you wanted to know, maybe.

“Y/n please.” Jaebum takes your hands into his.

“How long, Jaebum.”

“I only took her on 5 dates. It started in June. It’s only been a month.”

“Only?” you look at him slightly hurt, “we’ve been dating for almost year and you’re gonna throw it away to have some fling?”

“I didn’t plan on getting that close to her, Y/n. you have to believe me.” Jaebum waves Jackson off to go elsewhere, “It was just a little lonely for me, you’re all the way overseas doing your stuff and you’re always busy nowadays.”

You pull your hands from his, “you’re blaming you cheating on me being busy?”

“That’s not what I’m trying to say, Jagi. I just want to say I’m sorry and that we can move on from this and grow stronger.” Jaebum holds your shoulders, “I didn’t mean to kiss her, it was always out of stress and loneliness, I just really missed you.”

“Kis– Jaebum don’t touch me.” you step away from him.

Jaebum moves to try to hug you, but his bracelet on his wrist starts going off notifying that his time on the ice is over. 

“Look, do you want to go somewhere else and talk about this? Let’s try not to make a scene.” Jaebum sees Jackson getting off the ice, trying to move towards the exit.

“Make a scene? Seriously.” 

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

You look at Jaebum, then check the time, you still have 45 minutes left before your time is up, “You should go.”

Jaebum looks at you, then his bracelet, “text me whenever you’re ready okay? I love you.”

You cringe at those words, yet watch his back as he heads out to leave in sadness, not wanting him to go.

---

You’re in shock as you skate alone around and around the rink, trying to waste your time. You get a notification from your phone, Jihyo: 

I get off a little late today, so I’ll bring some food home ;P

You decide to text her and tell her what happened, when you hear a voice say, “Bin I’m actually gonna leave you, you’re embarrassing me.”

This wakes you up from your deluded thoughts, and you stare at the two people who happened to be in front of you, one gripping onto the wall and the other, slightly taller than the other, blonde hair peeking out under his beanie. 

“Chan?” you hear yourself whisper.

But you’re completely drowned out by another boy taller than them both coming by to completely push the one gripping onto the wall. As he’s desperately trying not to fall, that's when you hear it. 

Chan’s laugh. The sweetest and most contagious laugh you’ve ever heard, it makes your heart ache yet feel so warm. 

The laugh distracts you from your thoughts so well that it also distracts you from reality, you’re able to snap out of it, when you’re suddenly hit and falling to the ground. 

“Ouch,” you grab onto your wrist that you fell on.

Your nose is suddenly filled with the scent of his cologne, bringing back memories you did not want to feel right now. Feelings starting to worsen your current heartbreak with a past heartbreak.

He starts, as he rushes to get up and off of you, “I'm so sorry. I am truly so sorry.” He stretches out his hand for you, “are you okay?”

Does he not recognize me? You wonder as you start to get up using the wall, “You don’t have to apologize, it’s okay.”

Chan tries to make eye contact with you, “Do you need help or do you need anything?”

This is embarrassing, he’s the exact same as before. His actions start to irritate you, “”N-no, it’s really okay.” 

I’m done here. This is the worst day ever. You’re thinking as you skate off.

You walk and text Jihyo, Jaebum cheated on me and I just literally ran into Chan.

You find your shoes and start taking off your skates. Your phone’s notification starts to go off, thinking it’s from Jihyo you pick it up, instead it’s from Jackson. 

Hey y/n, look I know we’re not the closest, but I just wanted to say that I didn’t know you guys were even dating still. Jaebum told me and the guys that you guys broke up a little after you flew back to the States. I’m sorry that he’s been lying to you. - Jackson

This makes your eyes start to water, you’re not sure whether to be angry, hurt or –

“Hi I’m the guy who fell into you earlier”

5 years Chan, trust me I know you.

“I really am sorry about that, I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

You scoff at his words, they’re so familiar, “You want to make sure I’m okay?”

“Um yes,” hesitation in his voice, “I just want to know if I hurt you badly and you’re just hiding it.”

Hearing this from your ex is not the best feeling. Especially when he doesn’t even remember you, or does he? So you decide to make eye contact with him, feeling pathetic yet angry as you still have tears in your eyes, “No Chan, don’t worry you didn’t hurt me at all.”

His face suddenly drops, from the nice guy act he was playing, as he steps back a little he questions, “Shit, Y/n?”

“Sorry you might’ve forgotten me, my bad.” You stand up and brush his shoulder as you walk out.

author's note: OKAY so I think I'll release every day until this story is done, around 10-11 pm PST time 👍 I'm not entirely sure honestly but I'll try to be active as long as people want more 🙏

[beautifulchris]

haunt you

pairing: ex!jake sim x gn!reader

summary: after breaking up with him, you decide to opt for revenge, and revenge he's gonna get

genres: slight angst, exes!au, revenge!au

wc: 1,1k

tw: jake is a cheater and an asshole, swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex (nothing explicit), alcohol consumption, violence, reader is called queen once

notes: i'm back, did you miss me? this piece is part of my collection of fics! indented are the lyrics, banner made by me on canva.

listen to the song for a more immersive experience: spotify link | youtube link

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @kwritersworld

permanent tag list: @soobin-chois @exfolitae @linos-catnip @prettymiye0n

A place filled with infatuated young adults, alcohol pouring from bottles to glasses and from glasses directly to throats. Sometimes, glasses are even out of the equation.

A young man walking towards an empty room with a beautiful young woman by his side, neither thinking straight, both giving in to the lewd thoughts and desire.

The downing feeling of being betrayed by someone you love, the void consuming you as you easily caught them. 

That was what happened the first time Jake cheated on you.

Yes, the ‘first’ time. It was an error, a mistake. At least that was what he pleaded. But then it happened again. And again.

The fifth time you caught him, you had enough. You broke up with him for good. It felt liberating, like a heavy load was lifted off your shoulders. You couldn’t explain to yourself why you didn’t leave the first time. 

He didn’t say much, except he didn’t particularly want to see you again.

I know, right? You should’ve been the one to say that. Of course, you disagreed. That would’ve been boring.

Even if your feelings for him had diminished over time until entirely expired, it didn’t mean he had the right to treat you the way he did.

Therefore, instead of avoiding him at all costs, you showed up at his usual spots on purpose.

He didn’t want to see you? You were going to make him look at you. Every. Single. Day. So he wouldn’t forget you that easily.

You weren’t usually a revenge type of person, but you felt like he deserved it.

Although I left, I'm not gone It's funny how every day you say that you moved on I hope that everywhere you go and everything you do You'll never forget me, I'll be watching you

After getting a glimpse of you, his friends would ask Jake if he was okay. He’d say the same thing over and over again.

“I’ve moved on guys, I’m good.”

And he believed it, at first. He’d find another person and it would be nice and new, but then would come the intercourse and his mind would be filled with you. He’d reproach the resemblance between the two of you.

He was looking for a pretty girl he could forget you with. Two, eight, twelve… No matter how many people he’d sleep with, he would still see your face and secretly wish it was you with him.

And when you take her home, you're kissing someone new You'll be wishing it was me on top of you And when she's in your bed, I'll be in your head You'll be thinking 'bout me instead

He felt like you were haunting him and blamed it on the fact he saw you every day. It was your fault he felt this way. You were the only one who could free him.

One Saturday night, at a party held by a common friend, Jake found you outside, a half empty glass in hand, dancing with your friends.

Even if he saw you often, it dawned on him that you looked beautiful every time. Almost like a precious jewel in a museum. An unreachable treasure.

He walked up to you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the crowded space.

Smirking, you followed him without a word.

He stopped when you reached a more secluded area, but not too far from the front door.

“Y/N,” he breathed, taking in your revealing dress up close.

“Jake,” you said coldly. “What do you want?”

He reluctantly let go of your hand and you crossed your arms.

“I can’t get you out of my mind.”

You laughed internally. Perfect.

I kinda like it when I'm fucking with your head I kinda like the games I play, I smile when I see you upset

“How is that my problem?” you asked before sipping on your cocktail by the straw.

“Be with me. Let’s start again, yeah?”

You couldn’t stop the loud scoff that left your lips. He looked desperate and pathetic.

“I don’t buy back the stuff I sell, Jake. What, you’re missing me? You wish we were still a thing? Maybe you should’ve thought about me when you cheated. Multiple times, may I add. It’s over. We will never get back together.”

Everything was said calmly, yet firmly. Your plan worked, he was hurting. That was all you wished for.

“Y/N… I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was wrong.”

“You must be kidding me. It’s a little late for an apology now, don’t you think?”

“You don’t understand…” he pleaded. “All I think about is you. You’re intoxicating.”

“Damn right I am, yet you still went and betrayed me not one time, but five!”

He gulped, avoiding your gaze.

“More than that?” What else was there to say, honestly? He never cared for you. “You know what? I think we’re done here.”

You started to leave, but he took your hand.

You harshly pulled away and slapped him with all the strength you had.

He fell on the muddy floor, soaking his clothes. He put his hand over his reddening cheek, too stunned to speak.

“I said, we’re done.”

You get what you give when you mess with me

You left him there and went back to your friends.

“Ah, shit, my glass is empty,” you sighed. “That sucks.”

You excused yourself and went to the kitchen.

“That was some epic punch back there.”

Pouring yourself a glass of your favorite cocktail, you didn’t look up. No need, you already knew who it was.

“Thanks, Jen.”

“Honestly, he had it coming. What a powerful queen move, Y/Nie.”

She bitched over your ex for about five minutes, during which you concentrated on the effects of the alcohol in your veins and the deafening music playing in the living room, barely hearing her.

“Jen,” you called, interrupting her, “I’m gonna go. Enjoy the rest of the night.”

“Oh—sure, do you want me to drop you off? I haven’t drank a single drop.”

It was true, you should know as you spent your night with her.

“Are you sure? Don’t you want to stay?”

“Nah, these parties aren’t what they used to be.”

Finishing your glass in one go, you grabbed your coat on the way out. Most of your friends were still outside. You both said bye and left the property, no sign of Jake anywhere, except the traces of his body in the mud.

“You look happy,” she commented, opening the car door for you.

“Thanks. Yeah, that slap felt amazing.”

She started driving towards your house. “What are you gonna do, now?”

“Now that I’m done haunting him, I’m gonna focus on my life.”

Wondering what happened to Jake after that?

He had a hard time forgetting you. Even if you stopped showing up, it took him about six months to move on. You scarred him for life, though.

He won’t cheat ever again, I’m telling you!

thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, let me know! here's the masterlist!

[yngtort]

— Head pusher

chan | lino | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

NSFW ★

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Xfem!reader your bf had been locking himself up in the studio for about a week now, probably stressing over the upcoming release of their new album. neglecting you and himself, without realizing it. So you, like the good girlfriend you are, try to give him some piece at mind.

When you walked into the room, you were immediately greeted by the backs of 3rachas heads. The trio sat, going over each track and what last minute details they wanted to add. You sure they if you just stood there, they wouldn’t even notice you.

“Hey guys.” You said, gaining both changbins and chans attention. Jisung didn’t budge however, headset still covering his ears— blocking out any noise.

“y/n, hey.” “Yo, wassup girl.” They said with hearty smiles.

“Nothing much,” you replied as you made your way to jisung. Your hands slide over his shoulders and feel him tense under the touch but when his eyes meet yours, he relaxes.

“Oh, hi” jisung smiled , taking off his headphones and turning in his swivel chair to face you. He places his hands at your hips, fingers playing with the belt loop of your shorts. “What are you doing here, mama?”

Your heart swells at the nickname— it’s been a few days since you heard him call you that and it sounds just as sweet as the first time he said it.

“Just wanted to check up on y’all.” You tell, feeling his grip on your hips become firmer. Fuck, how you missed his touch.

“yall— as in me and chan too, not just your boyfriend?”changbin said knowingly, making you and jisung laugh.

“there’s that, and lix told me to come let you know that the brownies are done.” You told and watched as the three of them perked up.

“Already?” Chris asked, sitting on the edge of his chair. He looked like an impatient dog, imaginary tail wagging vigorously.

“Mhm,” you nodded. “You better get going if you wanna get some. I heard jeongin is plotting on your share.”

A few glances are passed between each of them before chris and changbin are standing up and bidding their goodbyes to the couple.

You turned back to jisung, “don’t want any brownies? Don’t you need a break?” You asked and he shook his head.

“Nah, I gotta finish up this song.” He said looking up at you with tired eyes, a slight strain in his voice. “Deadline is coming up fast.”

“But ji. You’ve been locked up in here for hours”

Jisung watched the look of concern take over your features. He was well aware that he’d been overworking himself— but it was gonna be worth it in the long run. He needed this album to be perfect, even if it costed him a few brownies.

“I’m almost done, y/n. I promise.” Your boyfriend reassured, placing a kiss on your tummy.

“You were almost done yesterday.” You huffed, not falling for anything. “I’m starting to think like this studio more than me”

“Well, if I’m being honest—” you slapped his shoulder. “Kidding, I’m kidding.” He laughed, loving the way you glared down at him with those pretty eyes.

“seriously, ji. I’m getting worried.”

“I know, mama. I know.” jisung coaxes, before pulling you into his lap gently. He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his face into your neck, placing soft kisses along your skin. “I’m almost finished and when I’m done, I’ll be all yours.”

-

He said he was almost done. Almost.

So why were you both still in this goddamn studio? Both Chris and changbin had came back, but only to collect their things— and they were gone again. (Snap) Just like that.

You were frustrated, but not more than him it seemed.

For the past hour, Jisung was clicking and rolling his going against his cheek. something wasn’t going right, you didn’t know exactly what, but you could tell.

And yet jisung was still buried into his computer screen, giving it so much attention that you wonder if he was in actually in a relationship with it— like his name was sheldon j. Plankton.

“Jisung,” you called out, placing a hand on his thigh and for the first time in a while, jisung looks at you. When he does, he immediately notices that glint in your eyes. One that had him gulping dryly as his chest tightened.

He knew that you were pissed.

“Hmm?” He hummed, “what’s the matter, love?”

“are you seriously asking me that?” Your grip on his thigh tightened, making his breath hitch. “We’ve been here for hours.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just can’t seem to finish this last part.”

“Then just call it a day, ji.”

Jisung sighed, “you don’t understand— i won’t be able to relax knowing that this isn’t completed yet.”

This man was completely stressing himself out. His body was aching for some kind of relief but he just wouldn’t give in. So you were gonna force him.

“W-what are you doing?” Your boyfriend asks he’s pulled back from the desk, wheels on the chair squeaking obnoxiously.

“Making room.” “Making room?”

You silently answer as you slide between him and the desk. Promptly getting on your knees, leaving him gaping at you.

“I worry about you, yknow?” You say, laying your head against his legs. your long lashes flutter up at him, eyes glazed over with innocence and jisung could already feel his dick twitching. “You’ll burn out if you keep being like this”

“But I guess it’s my job to keep you from getting to that point, yeah?”

Jisung gulps as you pop the button of his jeans loose and unzip his fly. He hadn’t realized how much he was craving your touch until your hand is down his pants, pulling out his simi hardened length.

“Fucking hell,” He hisses as the cold air hits, a shiver cascading down his spine. It doesn’t help that your fingers are just as icy as they’re wrapped around his shaft.

You pump him until he’s hard as a rock, precum pooling at the tip of his dick. “it got up so fast. You must’ve missed me more than I thought.” You teased, thumb swiping over his slit.

“Y/n, baby, please” he panted, eye squeezing shut for a moment.

“Please what, ji?” You tilted your head. “Cmon, say it with your chest.”

damn, you really knew how to get under his skin didn’t you? The way you played with his emotions, controlling him and making him feel completely vulnerable— he loved it all.

He placed his fingers under your chin, rubbing his thumb over your plump bottom lip before guiding it onto your tongue. “This.” He whispered, “i want this pretty little mouth of yours around my dick.”

‘Cute’ you thought as you replaced his thumb with his raging erection. You tenderly suck on his tip, cleaning it of the precum that sat there and then guided him down your throat. You can feel his head hit the back as you take him whole.

Jisung groans at the sudden warmth, bucking his hips up and forcing himself deeper.

“S-shit, your so fucking hot, swallowing me up like this” He moans, his hands fisting a tuff of your hair. “make me feel so good.”

You hum around him in response, bobbing your head at a slow meticulous pace.

But jisung was rather impatient today. you can tell by the way his hips were rolling against you.

Before you knew it, he was out of his chair and thrusting into your mouth. The man was so desperate, dick rubbing your throat raw and you just know it’ll be sore tomorrow.

He was such a vocal man, His Loud whines and moans fell from his lips rapidly like he was rapping the lyrics to one of his songs.

“damn it, y/n- why do you have such a sluttly mouth?” He asked, pounding ruthlessly and completely disregarding the tears that rolled down your cheeks. There was no stopping him, your boyfriend got such a kick out of using you like his own personal fuck toy and taking all his stress out on you.

you stay like that for awhile, jaw slack, saliva rolling off your lips while jisung fucks your face — until he loses his sense of rhythm and his thrusts become sloppy.

“cummin, ‘mm cumming.” Jisung slurs, rutting needily against your tongue. He pushed your head further, as if he wasn’t deep enough, and emptied his load down your throat.

Maybe it’s because it’s been awhile, but the amount of seed that you consumed was a little concerning. It filled your cheeks as ji continued to ride out his high.

“I love you so much.” He told through a whimper, letting his dick slip from your lips with a wet pop.

“I love you too.” You said and gave his head a soft kiss.

“Now let’s get out of this damn studio.”

:)

[insociometry]

hi again! can’t wait for tomorrow’s update 😼😼

in the meantime, what are each of the members love languages and what love languages do they prefer from other people?

hope you are staying happy and healthy🤍🤍🤍

Hi hi! I’m glad you’re looking forward to it! 😇🤭

I talked a bit about their love languages here, but ooohhh, in terms of preferences for receiving….!!!

Chan: words of affirmation! Chan is weak to praise, it’s really cute 😆 I think I’m repeating myself from my other post, but I like when someone starts praising him and you see Chan go all small and quiet, just kind of listening in… I think in general Chan is someone who does well with reassurance, so maybe that ties in, too?

Lino: words of affirmation… again! There’s some kind of thing somewhere where Han compares Lino to a cat who stops clawing at you when you compliment him… I think for him, compared to Chan, it’s not so much about reassurance as just… it’s really just compliments… I thought about giving him physical touch but I feel like he usually likes that more when he initiates it 🤔 Love language 2: letting him hold/lovingly bully you??

Changbin: physical touch! Likes to give and likes to receive. I think he’s less cuddly than Felix and more, like — throwing his arms around you, kind of shorter and more casual interactions, that kind of thing. We see him grab at the members a lot hahaha. I feel like Changbin tends to be at the center of the big SKZ cuddle piles

Hyunjin: gift giving! I remember Hyunjin talking about really liking receiving gifts… somewhere… There really is so much footage of them 😵‍💫 I think, though — the tangible proof that someone has been thinking of him, and sort of the tethering feeling… mhm mhmm… I really like that part of the one SKZ Code (I think it’s when they’re in Australia) where Changbin gets Hyunjin a gift and Hyunjin’s voice ticks up when he realizes 😊 Cuuuute

Han: words of affirmation! Another sucker for reassurance, I think. You can be a little more flippant with praise for Chan but I think for Han it does have to be a bit more serious, so he knows you’re not kidding… Some of the members have said Han doesn’t like to depend on anyone, but everyone has to depend on something! I think offering that kind of thing freely and genuinely means a lot to him. And it’s cute seeing him get disarmed by kind words hahahaha

Felix: physical touch! Melting into you like a cat for real. No but really— it’s really cute when you see members grab at him or lay on him or throw a body part over him and he’s just immediately smiling and grabbing at them and pulling them closer. Terminal case of cuddlebug, deep level of importance attached to being on your lap or vice versa always.

Seungmin: words of affirmation! Seungmin reacts very well and very strongly to praise, it’s really cute… Once he values someone’s opinion, he seems to really take what they say to heart, and that includes the good, thankfully. The members praise him a lot honestly so I think there’s a lot of evidence of it, but I feel like maybe one of the Song Camps is what made me first think of it…? 🤔

I.N: you’re going to kill me, it’s words of affirmation again 😆 Hahahaha. You see the members tease I.N a lot and those teasing bits of praise slide right off him, but in more genuine moments he gets kind of giggly and shy… This actually isn’t between the members but I watched his Leemujin Service episode recently and all his little nervous laughs were so cute 🥰 Eating him

In short I think SKZ overwhelmingly have praise kinks! That is all! (a comically large cane drags me off stage)

(Thank you for the ask! And you too! 😊🫶)

[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 17- Mirror sex w/ Hyunjin+ chan

⤷ warnings: oral(m), unprotected sex, some angst, crying, fem!reader dom!hyunjin dom!Chan,

⤷ word count:1.3k

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You don't know why you feel this way, like you were almost worthless. Spending most of your free time in bed, avoiding any reflective surface. Every time you saw yourself you felt like you could vomit.

You had the day off, thank god. With your two boyfriends at work and your nature to always think you're bothering someone you choose to ignore the feeling, bundling up in your bed with some music blasting through your ears.

You had your playlist on shuffle, though you didn't know how long you've been listening to music. You come across a sad song and instantly start crying. Like all your emotions came down on you.

What you didn't know is that hyunjin and chan came home. When they stepped into the room and heard your cries their hearts broke.

They slowly walked over to you, sitting on the bed. The sudden dip in the bed jerks your body up looking at why the bed moved. Looking up to see your boyfriends looking you in your eye.

"What's wrong princess?" Chan speaks up first, rubbing your arm.

"Nothing, just tired" you were foolish if you thought you could fool them.

"You know you can tell us anything right? Please just tell us." You hear hyunjin whisper. Encasing his hand with yours.

You ponder for a second, wondering if you should actually tell them. Tears started to well up in your eyes. Eyes slowing turning bloodshot red once more.

"I-" you barely manage to get a word out before you dip your head back into the mattress crying again.

Chan and hyunjin share a look, peering back down at you. Hyunjin lifts you up slightly from the bed into his lap while chan goes to get some water.

"Hey baby, talk to me" hyunjin taps your thighs. Once, twice to ground you, or try to.

"Let's wait for channie to come back hm?" He presses a kiss to your forehead, bringing your head into his chest patiently waiting for chan to come back.

As he comes back he turns your face to his,

"Drink." He holds the glass to your mouth. Tilting some of the cold liquid into your mouth. The crying stopped, though you can't help sniffle every once in a while.

"Can you tell us what happened now?" Chan brings tissue, gently wiping your face from any stray tears.

"Just don't feel pretty enough."

"Why didn't you tell us? You know we are always here for you right baby?" he noticed the stutter in your voice, frown becoming more apparent.

He didn't even let you finish your sentence he cuts you off.

"How about this, go take a shower and come back okay?"

"Okay" you get up and go straight into the bathroom. Maybe you really needed the shower. The warmness of the water taking a whole bunch of stress off your shoulders.

When you were about to get you, you realized you forgot a towel. Not wanting to walk out naked even though it's nothing they haven't seen.

"Hyune?" You shout down the hall, asking him to bring a towel for you. What you didn't expect was to be pressed against the counter, the only thing separating you guys is the cloth.

"You're so pretty you know that?" He leans further into you causing you to arch your back over the sink.

"Am I?"

"Prettiest" he leans in to give you a soft kiss before tossing you a pink set.

"We have a surprise for you darling, why don't you put this on hm? He whispers before shutting the door.

You look at the fabric he gave you; a lingerie set. You're favorite because of all the straps, with the heart in the middle of the brallete. You put it on, still wrapping the towel around your body as you walk out the room.

You open your bedroom door, seeing hyunjin and chan peer their heads over to you.

"Sit." Chan says patting the empty space on the bed in-between them.

You tried walking the the towel still on but getting a stern look from Chan instead. You slowly take it off, sitting on the bed covering your chest.

"Let us play with you hm? You've been so good." Hyunjin removed your hands, lightly pushing you back.

Their apartments bedroom had a mirror installed on their ceiling, they didn't mind it. They had to real reason to use it. Not until they met you.

When you joined them, they thought the mirror was perfect. Using it to make you shy anytime you guys were intimate.

When you look up, you can see your reflection. You can tell hyunjin wants to touch by the way he's caressing your exposed skin.

He leans in to pepper kisses on your neck. You feel the bed dip once more, looking up to see chan at your side.

'keep your eyes up and open 'kay?" He presses his lips against yours, tilting your head up for better access.

You felt hyunjin sneak his hands into your panties, running his fingers up and down your folds slowly. Spending little time at your clit before plunging two fingers into you.

"Eyes open or we will stop." With each enunciation of his words, he curls his fingers up causing you to close your eyes but opening them quickly again.

"Good girl, doing such a good job already" chan praises, leaving more marks. Ones left earlier fading.

Hyunjin goes at a steady pace, rubbing his thumb on your clit. You try and close you thighs, pleasure becoming too much for you.

"Nuh uh," hyunjin lowers his hand to lightly slap your thighs bringing them to open again.

"M' sorry, gonna cum." You clench down on his fingers, cumming as he curls his fingers up once more.

"She's been so good right chan?" Hyunjin says as he turned you over on all fours.

"Think we should give her a reward hm?" Chan mumbles, repositioning himself. Crotch infront of your face.

You stare at him then back at his crotch,

"Hyung I think she wants to suck you off, such a dirty girl hm?" Hyunjin takes off his pants and underwear. Jerking his cock before placing it at your hole.

"Gonna take it like a good slut right?"

"y-yes" the feeling of his tip against your folds tantalizing.

"Good" hyunjin whispers as he pushes in, hands finding your waist.

As hyunjin moves his hips you see chan pull down his shorts, just above where he needs to pull his cock out.

He taps the tip, leaking with his precum against your lips. "Open up baby" easing into your mouth. His hands gravitating towards your neck. Simply resting it there.

"Look at her, taking cock in two holes. Must be desperate tonight clenching on my cock like that" hyunjin moans, speeding up his thrusts.

"Take us so good s-shit" you feel chans tip reach the back of your throat, gagging around his cock. Throat closing in over his cock. You could feel every twitch of his cock, both of theirs even.

"Gonna make me cum baby" hyunjin grabs your breast, needing the plush flesh in between his hands.

You had no warning when chan came, the feeling of warm salty liquid filling your mouth. He pulls out plugging your mouth with his thumb.

"Swallow." Some split out, but you managed to swallow majority of it. Sticking out your tongue after.

His fingers go down towards your clit, rubbing figure 8's on it.

"Cumming!" You feel liquid pool down your thighs, dripping down ever so slowly. Not telling who's copious amount of fluids is who's.

"Making me cum like a good girl fuck" hyunjins movements falter, becoming erratic trying to ride out his own high. He pulls out soon after chan, lying down next to you.

"Prettiest girl in the world."