#seo changbin blurbs

[bruh-changbin]

love and leather

pairing: bad boy changbin! x afab reader

genre: smut

warnings: use of handcuffs, piv, exhibitionism, fingering (f receiving), some smoochin', alcohol consumption, cigarette smoking, an icky man being kinda icky, i think that's all

word count: 3.4K

a/n: before y’all say anything i knowwww this is short but y'all i'm busy and fuck in my last semester of uni and i kinda need to prioritize that a bit more 😭 buuuuut on the flip side i am slowly but surely making progress on some longer fun things so keep your eyes peeled 🫶 this fic is basically a love letter to bad boy eyeliner bin *sigh* when will he return from war..... also lowkey a continuation of under the bleachers but also not really.... no real plot just smutty bc i've been super horknee lately lawl enjoy

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seo changbin likes a lot of things.

he likes eyeliner and smoking cigarettes and hard sex. he likes going fast on his motorcycle and he likes his tattered leather jacket. he likes getting piercings with silver jewelry and he likes pretending that the taste of tequila doesn’t affect him.

but above all, he likes you.

he likes your pretty teeth and the curve of your neck. he likes the leather platform boots you bought to try to impress him. he likes the smell of your shampoo that’s now permanently interwoven into the fabric of his pillow.

he likes it when you cry when you cum and when you dig your teeth into his shoulder as he fucks you. he likes the way your speech becomes slurred after he’s given you countless mind-blowing orgasms.

he likes to be in control. but not in a weird, lowkey misogynistic way. more in a ‘i’m gonna fuck you so hard and act cold so we both feel good and then kiss away your tears because i love you more than anything else’ kind of way, you know? that’s why handcuffs are such a staple in your relationship.

you remember the first time he used those cold, metal cuffs on you.

it was after a halloween party and changbin was dressed up as, you guessed it, a police officer. the party was fun at first but soon grew to be quite boring. when changbin started to get a little too handsy was when you decided to call it a night. the cab ride back to your apartment was excruciatingly long and when you arrived you unlocked your door with trembling, sweaty hands.

no words needed to be exchanged for you to know to get onto your mattress on your stomach, hands behind your back where changbin cuffed them in place with a satisfying metallic click! 

his movements were painstakingly slow, removing and discarding your bottoms and costume at a torturous pace to tease you (for what you have no idea - your costume wasn’t even that revealing). you could feel the tip of his nose tracing the skin in between your shoulder blades before he fucked you from behind, his blunt nails digging into your hips and he gripped you like he was never gonna let go. all you could do was cry and drool into your bedding as your boyfriend brought you to orgasm so many times your legs felt like tv static.  

every time you tried to move, tried to find solace and stability by gripping the duvet underneath you, you were reminded of the cuffs that were binding your wrists together. changbin would chuckle every time he heard them clink and jingle, knowing he had complete and utter control over you. if anything it added fuel to his fire, resulting in him thrusting his cock into you in such a way that made it feel as if he was so deep inside of you that the two of you would forever be connected.

when he finally relented and unlocked you, your wrists were bruised and throbbing - it felt amazing. 

the stinging of your wrists coupled with the pulsing of your abused cunt had you passing out on changbin’s broad chest in minutes and falling into one of the deepest sleeps you had ever experienced. 

but of course, come morning time, he treated you as if you were royalty and kissed the marks that his handcuffs left on you with so much delicacy you thought you were going to turn into a puddle. 

unbeknownst to the outside world, seo changbin has a soft side; which you discovered the first time he brought you into his room and had forgotten to hide his munchlax plushie beforehand. watching him scramble to hide it under his bed made the situation 10 times worse, and all he could do was scratch the back of his neck sheepishly as you attempted to stifle your laugh.

once the two of you became, you know, official, he let this side of him shine through more often. 

at times he treats you as if you’re made of porcelain, as if you’ll crack and break at even the slightest touches - hence the way he traces the back of your hand with his thumb when you’re holding hands, his strokes akin to that of a feather.

you’ve lost track of the amount of times he’s almost burnt your kitchen down while attempting to make you breakfast after making love to you for hours on end the night before. it always ends the same, with changbin holding a plate of toast so burnt it's turned into bedrock and scrambled eggs you could bounce off the wall because of how rubbery they are. the result is always changbin dragging you to your favourite cafe for brunch in defeat, claiming that ‘it’s the thought that counts, y/n’. 

but only you have the privilege of seeing him like this. these small, tender moments reserved only for the two of you in private, away from the curious eyes of onlookers in public. 

on the days where both of you are lucky enough to not have to pull yourself out of bed early for the sake of attending a lecture or getting work done, you get to revel in the warmth provided by each other’s sleeping bodies. if you wake before changbin, you’re greeted with a view of his broad shoulders, his skin dotted with small imperfections and the bumps of his individual vertebrae visible. small, soft snores can be heard escaping his parted lips. if changbin wakes before you do… he never does.

sometimes you’re able to spend the whole entire day together without having to tend to other duties. these days usually entail slow, lazy starts to the day followed by changbin dragging you to the gym to watch him do lat pulldowns and cable rows followed by a shared shower where you help massage shampoo into his scalp. or, it could involve the two of you screaming at the tv as you battle over the top spot in mario kart 8 - changbin mains bowser, of course, whereas you opt to play as king boo. it takes almost all of your strength to avoid whipping your remote at the wall when he absolutely clobbers you during grumble volcano. 

“don’t be upset y/n,” he coos without fail, “i’ll make it up to you later tonight!”

and he always does.

in public, he’s brooding, mysterious, sexy. it’s rare to see him without a cocky smirk painted across his face, his puffed lips quirked upwards as if to say ‘i’m better than you’ to anyone who crosses his path. and it’s true, he is.

he’s also the type to get jealous very easily.

case in point: 

it’s friday night, and the two of you are perusing the city streets looking for some fun. earlier in the day, jisung had informed you that a small group of friends was planning on paying a visit to a well loved bar to get sloshed later that night. with nothing better to do, you and changbin accepted the invitation.

at first it was fun, with everyone reconnecting and catching eachother up on the current drama in their lives. but after an hour or two the vibe changed and the atmosphere became almost… cliquey. everyone had chosen their respective person or group for the night, choosing to only converse within their little bubble and never straying from it. this resulted in you and changbin fleeing the scene, opting to enjoy yourselves elsewhere where you can get lost in the music and each other… and alcohol. 

soon after you’re at the front of a line for some club you’ve never been to with changbin’s arm wrapped around your waist as the bouncer checks your i.d. you’re let in with a nonchalant wave of a hand, and changbin follows shortly after.

once inside you make your way up the stairs to where the crowd is, choosing to forgo coat check and instead tossing your jackets on top of a pile that has formed on one of the few tables lining the walls near the entrance. then, you make a beeline to the bar where you order yourself a vodka cran and changbin a heineken. 

with alcohol in hand you shove your way to the middle of the dance floor, getting lost in the club music while bumping and grinding on your boyfriend who’s posted up behind you. you’re not sure how much time you spend on the dancefloor with warm cheeks and limbs that have gone fuzzy, but it feels as if time itself has come to a momentary halt, allowing you to enjoy yourself in this moment while the world continues on outside without you. 

so, when changbin taps your shoulder and motions to the bar to wordlessly say ‘i’m going to get more drinks’ you only nod and continue to dance on your own while you wait for his return. 

this decision proves to be fatal however, for only moments after changbin’s departure you feel a clammy hand wrap around your bicep. you whip around only to find yourself face to face with some random man wearing a nike tracksuit ogling at you like you’re the last piece of his favourite candy at the candy store. gross. 

“sorry, are you trying to get past me?”

“nah i’m trying to get with you, ma,” he practically yells into your ear in order to be heard over the music.

“oh! no thanks, my boyfriend’s at the bar getting drinks,” you say and attempt to shuffle away, an action that proves to be harder than you thought due to the mass of people surrounding you.

much to your dismay, the man persists, “boyfriend? why’d he leave you here all alone?”

“... to get us drinks.”

“well, if i was your man i’d never leave you alone, princess.”

princess? gross. only changbin gets to call you that… when he’s fucking you.

“is everything okay, y/n?” you feel an arm nudge yours and turn around to see changbin, your knight in shining armour, who’s come to save you from this god awkward conversation. in each hold he hands a drink, one for you and one for himself, and you fear what he may do with them in the next few moments.

“yea, all good, this guy was just being… weird,” 

the skepticism that was previously evident on changbin’s face quickly morphs into annoyance (and jealousy at the prospect of someone other than himself making moves on you). without speaking he shoves the recently acquired drinks into your hands - making you scramble to stop yourself from dropping them and creating a sticky, syrupy mess all over the dance floor - before moving to size up the ‘bro’ that was just hitting on you with his chest puffed and chin held high. 

not wanting to get into any sort of trouble tonight, you practically throw yourself in front of the freight train that is your boyfriend.

“no! it’s fine, changbin, let’s just forget him and have a good time, ‘kay?” you attempt to reason with him to no avail. all changbin does is shift his gaze between you and the guy who was making moves on you several times before wordlessly grasping your arm and pulling you towards the exit; you’re forced to abandon the dripping drinks in your hands on the edge of the bar (not before you manage to spill about half of one all over your lower arm).

soon you’re out of the crowded space, and are making your way towards the exit of the building and the city streets that are surely still teeming with nightlife.

“bin-” 

“we’re going home,” he asserts, “i don’t want anyone talking to you like that.”

all you can do is allow yourself to be dragged behind your boyfriend like a ragdoll, his grip on your wrist so tight your fingertips start to lose their sensation. you know that any words of dissatisfaction you voice will be falling on deaf ears, so you opt to keep quiet and let changbin take the lead.

the bite of the cold night air of the winter jolts you awake once you step outside. a dull ring settles in your ears as the loud club music dissipates and changbin drags you further and further away from the establishment, almost dislocating your shoulder when he suddenly yanks you down a small, secluded alleyway. 

“bin i’m fine, really,” you attest, your eyes never leaving the troubled face of your boyfriend, who pulls a pack of marlboros and a lighter out of his pocket. you watch as he places a cigarette between his lips before lighting it, using his hand to shelter the flame from the wind. in that moment you become envious of a measly little cigarette, for you so desperately wish that it was you and your mouth that changbin was putting his lips on and inhaling deeply, sucking you in like you’re his lifeline. 

a haze of smoke soon surrounds you as changbin takes several drags from his dart, his eyes dark and refusing to meet yours. the scent burns your nostrils and you have to fight back the urge to cough; smoking only appeals to you when you’re drunk, and the alcohol you consumed earlier in the night has mostly exited your system.

with a sigh that manifests in a grey cloud changbin tosses his half-smoked cigarette to the ground, squashing the spark with the heel of his boot before catching your eye. his leather jacket rustles as he raises his hands to cup your face, the pads of his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“you’re mine, and nobody else’s,” his gaze is so piercing it feels as if he’s going to burn a hole through you, “right?”

you nod enthusiastically, head bobbing up and down as you whisper a quiet ‘right’ through squished cheeks and puckered lips - lips that are then being pressed against your boyfriends. 

changbin tastes like the nicotine he just inhaled and smells like the cologne he saturated himself with earlier this evening, and you find yourself getting drunk all over again on something other than alcohol this time - him. 

with your back pressed up against a brick wall you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of your lover’s mouth on yours, enraptured by the way changbin moves his lips in tandem with your own. the warmth radiating from the palms of his hands that have yet to leave your face makes your cheeks flush, and you tangle your fingers in the wavy strands of his hair that he’s choosing to let grow out, much to your delight. 

the skin of your cheek stings when it’s exposed to the cold as changbin retracts his hand from your face, the tips of his fingers tracing the skin of your neck and sternum before reaching the waistband of your bottoms. his curious hand only hovers there for a moment before slipping underneath, not allowing a mere piece of fabric to be an obstacle in the way of your pleasure. a feeble moan escapes you when changbin gropes your cunt over your panties, the fabric already sticky and wet with your arousal. 

“here, bin?” you question while scanning your surroundings, making sure there isn't anyone spying on the two of you being exhibitionists, “are you sure this is a good idea?’

“the best one i’ve ever had,” as he speaks his lips graze your neck, his breath hot and heavy before he starts to nip and suck at the supple skin; your pulse skyrockets and you clamp your thighs shut, ultimately trapping changbin’s hand in between them. 

he manages to pry your legs apart just enough in order to move his hand, sliding your panties to the side and running two deft fingers through the folds of your dripping, needy pussy. it’s funny in the sense that changbin’s actions are so simple yet they already have you whining in pleasure, head rolling forward as you hide yourself in the crook of his neck. 

“shhh baby, try to keep it down,” he coos, yet continues on nonetheless - easy for him to say, he’s not the one taking your fingers in an alleyway where a bunch of drunk people are parading by only metres away. 

changbin continues to play with your cunt nonchalantly, much to your chagrin. every now and then he lets the tip of his middle finger dip into your dripping hole, causing you to go weak in the knees as the calloused heel of his palm kisses and bumps your aching clit.

“binnie,” you heave out rather embarrassingly, “i need it.”

“my girl needs my fingers in her pretty pussy, huh?” he teases, you nod pathetically with glassy eyes.

and at long last changbin finally relents and slips his middle and ring fingers fully inside of you, your cunt immediately clenching around his digits. the way he drags his fingers in and out of you so slowly before fucking them back into you feels so euphoric that you can’t help the goofy, drunken smile that makes its way onto your face as you drool onto the shoulder of his leather jacket. 

with his broad shoulders shielding you from the outside world, changbin begins to curl and scissor his fingers inside of your warm, wet walls, making you moan and plead against his neck.

“god binnie you’re so good, feels so fucking good,” you cry through cracked lips while blinking away the eyeliner that stings your shiny, tearfilled eyes. 

changbin then uses his thumb to massage your clit while his fingers continue to reach deep inside of you, making your lower abdomen twist and churn and your heart go thump thump thump from behind your chest. your fingers only tighten their grip on changbin’s jacket as you subtly rock your hips against his hand in an attempt to bring your orgasm on sooner.

you find yourself tuning out the sounds of traffic and people and nightlife to instead hone in on the beating of changbin’s heart that you can hear beating in his chest, your moans that only continue to increase in pitch, the rustle of bin’s jacket as he fingers you. 

“so close honey, can you cum for me?” changbin groans into your ear in response to your pussy clenching around his fingers, a telltale sign that you’re on the brink of finishing all over his hand. at this point your back is aching from being pressed against brick for so long and you have a headache from how intensely you’ve been furrowing your brows, but the fire you feel in your aching pelvis makes it all worth it.

it only takes changbin several more thrusts before you’re creaming all over his fingers, whining his name is a nasally, needy tone as you all but collapse against his built frame as your orgasm explodes inside of you like fireworks. after a few moments you begin to come down, immediately noticing how dry your open mouth is and how sore your fingers are from gripping changbin’s jacket with everything you got.

when you pull away from changbin to stand up straight, a string of spit from your mouth to his jacket follows you - you wipe it away and pray he didn’t notice. it takes you a second to fully regain your balance and when you do, changbin finally lets go of your hips only to move his soiled fingers to his mouth where he sucks them clean of your essence. then he places his mouth on yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue before he swallows you down his throat. 

words needn’t be exchanged for you to know what comes next, you simply follow changbins lead as he drags you all the way home and makes a mess of you on the sheets of his bed.

[soobnny]

ten things seo changbin says when he thinks you’re asleep — fluff, established relationship, a little angst

chan | lee know | CHANGBIN | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

one. happy one year anniversary, my love. ah, i don’t think i can fall asleep for a while. my heart feels like it wants to jump out of my chest because i’m so happy right now. it’s so crazy to think back to a year ago. did you know i cried when you said yes to being mine? i tried to keep it together in front of you but i sobbed the moment i got home. thank you for giving me a chance, and for continuing to give me a chance. one year, huh?

two. i never thought i’d feel this way again. i thought no one could possibly love me, but then you came in the form of the biggest contradiction. ah, (name), thank you for loving me.

three. i love your moles. you always say you hate them, but i love them because it’s yours. i love them because it’s so potently you. i love everything about you.

four. the boys joked around about marriage earlier, how i’d probably be the first one to tie the knot, and i know they were teasing, but it got me thinking. i genuinely do want to marry you. i think about it all the time. i think about how lovely you’d look in white, and whether or not you’d prefer a beach wedding or a fall wedding. you always told me how much you loved them. and god, who would my best man even be? felix would kill me if it isn’t him. and our first dance… would it be exactly like the way we dance in the kitchen at midnight? ah, sorry, i’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t i?

five. i hope this isn’t just all in my head, that i’m not just making you up. you’re too good to be true sometimes… do i really deserve you?

six. honey? i’m sorry. i should’ve never yelled at you. i know you were coming from a place of concern, and a tiring day is a horrible excuse for my actions. i’m sorry. please sleep well. we’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?

seven. you got a haircut yesterday. you didn’t tell anyone, but i noticed. you look very pretty, ah what am i even saying? you always look pretty. everyone adores you, but not as much as i do, kay? i love you.

eight. my arms are always open for you, my love. i will catch you if you fall, even if i have to do it over and over again. just don’t give up.

nine. i feel like i’m losing you. please don’t go anywhere. i— i don’t know what to do without you.

ten. i always thought i was hard to love. thank you for making it seem so easy. i love you. i can’t wait to ask you to marry me tomorrow. ah, let me sleep now so tomorrow comes faster. i hope you say yes.

[penny44224]

🤡Daily Dose of crackhead Y/N energy with Stray Kids

(Hyung Line) -> (Maknae Line)

Synopsis: Stray kids dealing with y/n random crackhead energy😭

CONTENT WARNING: 18+, crack and clown energy( not taking seriously), swearing, suggestiveness, {if any other warning DM me so I can add it}

Master list

Han

Felix

Seungmin

IN

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Hyung version at the top

[starlostseungmin]

— things they find attractive, skz.

pairing: boyfriend!skz x gn!reader

genre: fluff, just loads of fluff

warnings: kissing, mentions of driving and being drunk, lmk if i missed something, not proofread.

word count: 1.1k

notes: an anon requested me to write something like this but i was already drafting the same idea so i just came up with this. please don't send in requests because i'm not taking any right now and if you wish to see more of this posts please reblog, leave your feedbacks and put tags alright? thank you very much love ♡

𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 — when you smile

chan fell in love the moment you smiled at him. it’s like a treasure that he would always want to keep and a sight that he would always want to see. he would do everything to see that pretty smile on your face. the way your teeth peek in between your lips or even if it’s a simple smile, his heart can’t rest. one smile from you will brighten up his day for sure. by doing small things such as tucking your hair behind your ears or wiping your lips from the excess food, a smile would creep on them which makes him giggle in return. a compliment will urge you to show that sweet gesture, anything that chan has in mind just to make you smile. 

“you know what,” he said. “what?” you asked, taking a napkin from the small box. “you shine when you smile,” he said, making you flustered in return. 

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 — when you’re driving  

you passed the driving test and got your driver’s license recently. thanks to minho who managed to keep his patience from teaching you how to drive, it all ended up worth it. he was happy when you were screaming in excitement the moment you entered your shared apartment—and as for rewarding you, he decided to let you drive his car. it was very unusual of him but you promised you’ll do a good job. he finds it hot even when you were still practicing, the thought of you raising the speed and running past through some cars on the road, or even playing with the wheel and setting the roof back on its trunk when you use his convertible. only a smirk would plaster his face seeing how well he did to train you. your boyfriend could only relax on the passenger’s seat. 

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗕𝗜𝗡 — when you do stretching 

work has been tough for you and changbin during the past few days—him coming home late at night and ending up seeing you do a few stretches on your seat while working on something on the laptop. one of the most common practices is having your back straightened with your arms pointing upward and tilting your head from side to side for neck exercise. a smirk surfaces on his lips before he could wrap his arms around your waist, to kiss your cheek, surprising you every time. “take it easy, love,” he would whisper and start to massage your shoulders. “you look so good stretching,” he chuckled and ended up being cuddled by you, in a few seconds after being flustered. 

𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡𝗝𝗜𝗡 — when you kiss him 

kisses are normal with you and hyunjin but it would feel different every time when you are the one who makes the first move. random kisses are often given or exchanged yet it happens at most unexpected times or places. just like how you pinned him on the wall for once because you were madly drunk and he wasn’t. you pulled his tie to move him closer while your order hand rested on the wall. he was left dumbfounded and tensed on the spot, it was something hot and bold for you to make. hyunjin didn’t hesitate to have his hands around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, tasting all the drinks you consumed a few moments earlier. 

𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚 — laughing at his jokes

your boyfriend gives corny jokes sometimes and you know that. maybe they are not funny all the time but they manage to end up being witty. it wasn’t only about his jokes but how he reacts after, his laugh is contagious which causes you to laugh with him in the end. they were good enough to have you cackle while smacking a pillow resting on your laugh. jisung would take that opportunity to hear you laugh and watch you as if you are the most beautiful person on earth. you wouldn’t understand how his heart raced every time even if you would deny how you hate your laugh sometimes. but to him, it is one of the reasons why he loves you. 

𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗫 — when you play with his dog 

felix would always tag his golden retriever friend when he has the opportunity to do so. whether he makes it stay in their dorm or in their dressing room, it was always you who take care of it when he’s not available. the pooch was friendly enough to tackle you on the ground, lick your cheeks when he gets happy, or even play fetch, the little guy became fond of you. every time felix comes back from the schedule, he would always find you cuddling with the dog. sometimes urging the baby talks and complimenting it had his heart melt in awe. he knew he chose the right person, and felix couldn’t help but to fall for you even harder. 

𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗠𝗜𝗡 — when you sit on his lap

seungmin isn’t the type to engage skinship all the time but he had this thing with you. every time he takes a sit on the couch or on your shared bed, he’d call you up to sit on his lap, facing him. sometimes it happens randomly that he doesn’t need to tell you anymore. it all started when he came home late one night and was so exhausted from practice that you had to check if he was alright. his head fell rested on the backrest of your shared couch while staring at the ceiling, his body wanted cuddles at least and that’s why you came up sitting on his lap to hug him. he flinched the first time you did it but all he did was to blush and hugged you back, burying his face on your shoulder, leaving a kiss on it. your boyfriend couldn’t help but smile, plus you were also wearing one of his shirts. 

𝗝𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗜𝗡 — when you wear his clothes 

you were on a movie night in their dorm when it started to rain hard. the news said there was a storm coming up so he called your mother to let you stay for the night. it was unexpected as the movie ended one hour later after the harsh rainfall. he decided to lend you his clothes to wear after washing up yet he ended up gapping his mouth the moment you walked out of the bathroom. minho even teased him while he was flustered, his cheeks turned pink as he looked at you wearing his clothes. the oversized shirt and his shorts fit perfectly. he wanted to pass out on how good you look with them—also you were already attractive in the first place. jeongin got dramatic as a response that he had to hide his face as you laugh at him. 

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Show a little loving

Lee Minho 🐚

Talk to me

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You're so pretty

Hwang Hyunjin 🐚

yes doctor

Han Jisung 🐚

what a waste

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[inkelea]

silent cry! ✭

pairing: roommate!seo changbin x gn!reader

synopsis: changbin always appears to be there when you are in your worst moments.

genre: angst, hurt/comfort. drabble.

warnings: very self indulgent, vent. can be triggering for those with anxiety or similar symptoms. implicit anxiety. the fic isn’t really about groceries, you can interpret it however you like.

word count: 0.5k

a/n: first binnie fic:), sorry for it being so sad.

the cold surface of the countertop freezes your face right after you lie on top of it. your eyes close, constant images of your worst nightmares coming true appearing one after another.

when a hand squeezes your shoulder, you jump, being freaked out by the sudden contact.

seo changbin is standing right next to you, a frown displayed on his face. for some reason, he is always aware when things aren’t right, always ready to give out a helping hand or a comforting smile.

“did something happen?”

by this point your eyes have closed again, water piling in them threatening to spill down your face onto your neck.

the origin of your state is too embarrassing to explain. something about having to express word by word all the feelings hovering in your mind makes your tears start to roll. your forehead stays glued to the table, hiding from the boy at your side.

“you can tell me if something has happened.”

you can’t see him, but you still know he is biting his lip, trying to find a solution to whatever that it’s tormenting your soul. nevertheless, that doesn’t work this time. you are way too deep already, ugly memories spinning in your head. unless other times, you don’t try to stop it, you let it guide yourself into the void, away from reality, from your problems, and from changbin.

the ceramic under you starts to feel too itchy, like it has only been now discovered that it’s rock, and so your headache begins. it’s a weird feeling, sensing everything and nothing at the same time. it’s too hot, and you need changbin to get his hand off you right now, but you are too cold to even think of letting his body warmth go away.

your name echoing in the room makes you snap back. your eyes finally see changbin, no longer imagining him with a worried expression but actually seeing him with it. he is tense, but your stone cold face doesn’t change, which only makes it worse. your eyes catch a glance of his right hand opening up and down in an anxious manner, something he always does when he is nervous. he doesn’t let you focus on it too much as he puts his other hand on your shoulder.

“i have to go do the groceries.”

his eyes open and his hand drops from your shoulder. checking all over you in search of any external injury makes him look like a madman. it’s funny, since you aren’t really registering anything happening at the moment. you’re on autopilot, your consciousness in a far away place.

“what?”

“but i’m too lazy.”

your tears have stopped rolling, only desperation being left.

taking out a chair from the counter, he sits, hand taking yours and resting both in your lap. “then stay home.”

home.

your eyes water up again. everything has changed. your eyebrows furrow, and your lip starts trembling.

hugging changbin isn’t new, but the situation is. he doesn’t care when you stain his shirt with silent cries, nor he cares about his shirt getting wrinkled by how hard you are holding into it. it’s like hugging an old plushie that still smells like happiness.

“okay. i’ll stay home.”

@mochamvgz

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[thewonandonly]

AAHAHAHA OKAY, HI ITS JURRASIC WORLD ANON

Can i request a stray kids reaction to their partner absolutely bawling at the brachiosaurous scene please 😭 my friends had to console me for like 10 minutes cause it made me cry so hard

stray kids (ot8) reaction to their partner bawling their eyes out to brachiosaurus' scene <3

synopsis: it's time to watch the jurassic park franchise, and when an absolute devastating scene from the movie released nearly 8 years ago shows up, the boys aren't sure how to react when they find their s/o crying their eyes out.

warnings: gender neutral reader, spoilers?

author's note: guys this is literally me with meet the robinson's. everytime little wonders by rob thomas plays in the movie, BOOM. instantly moved to tears.

thank you so much for the request! please consider reblogging my post and leave a cute little comment to boost my work!!

chan was excited to see jurassic world! jurassic park and the entire franchise was an important part in the film industry, so for him to watch the movie for the first time with the love of his life was an absolute prime decision. the movie started off steady, and then it got interesting. and then, it got sad :( the same brachiosaurus from the first movie was caught in the fire, no where to go as the water expanded across the horizon. it was trapped. it was heartbreaking. gut-wrenching to watch. and he would've cried, he wanted to cry. small sniffles echoed across the living room wall, and he turned to see you laying your head on his shoulder, tears streaming down your cheeks. chan. immediately turned to comfort you, his hand brushing your cheek.

"oh, baby, it's so sad." his hands are gentle, as if he wasn't comforting you over an artificial created brachiosaurus. "it's sad, it's okay to cry." he used his thumb to wipe your tears and paused the movie until you felt consoled enough to continue.

minho had already seen a few of the jurassic park franchise movies. how couldn't he have? it's one of the biggest movie franchises of the world. he hasn't watched recent instillments due to a busy schedule, but when you mention finally watching the recent ones on his day off, he immediately took you up on the offer; popcorn, blankets, a nice comfortable pillow, cuddle sessions and a surround system turned up damn near full blast sounded like the perfect night, especially with his favorite person in the whole world. the movie was not too painful to get through, he did cringe at some dialogue throughout the movie, but all movies have those moments. he would've cried at the scene where the brachiosaurus was stranded on the island, but he personally felt like the scene was a bit rushed. he knew you. the second the scene came to an end, he turned to you and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head.

"you're such a crybaby." he whispered, his hand rubbing your shoulder, "it was a bit sad though." he admitted, chuckling to himself. minho knew how quick to tears you could be at movies, and he'd be lying if he didn't find it cute; it just means you can find sentiment in everything. and he admired that.

changbin is totally a movie buff! he has seen the jurassic park movies at least 6 times in his lifetime, and he was probably one of the firsts leading the crusade for the newest movies. changbin loves the movies, and he was the first person at the movie theaters doors on release day, at the earliest showing, with his large tub of popcorn. so, when you told him you never saw the newest ones, he nearly dropped his jaw. how could you not?! he took this as an opportunity to introduce you to some of the greatest movies he's ever experienced. he set everything up, not accepting help from you, before he pulled out a dvd player, and gently placed the disc into the tray (these were the only dvds he owned tbh). he watched excitedly, peeking at you from the corner of his eye to gauge your reaction: happiness, excitement, tension, and of course, sadness. he cried in the theater when the scene came on, and he isn't afraid to admit that it still makes his heart squeeze watching the scene again.

both you and changbin sat on his bed, crying at the scene, the movie paused on the last glimpse of the brachiosaurus, which only made you both cry your eyes out more. changbin and you didn't share any words, but you both shared tears.

hyunjin can admit he has never seen the jurassic park movies. he wasn't a dinosaur kid, he was an ancient egyptian kid fs. he personally thought the premise of the movies were a bit silly. why would they open these parks if it always ended in disaster? but, here he was, sitting beside you, as you wore your acid-washed jurassic park pajama set, excitedly starting the movie. hyunjin was aware of how often you watched these movies, and how much you loved them, so he had no problem watching them with you if it meant he could see how happy you got (dinosaur kid and ancient egyptian kid solidarity). but one thing he could not understand was how you've watched these movies so many times, and you still cry your eyes out to the brachiosaurus scene.

hyunjin wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you cried, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly. okay, he gets it; the scene is sad, but he truly didn't understand why exactly this was so sad. that is until you cried out how the brachiosaurus in the sad scene was the same one from the very first one. then, he understood, and continued to rub your shoulder sweetly, not bothering to mention how you might have just made him a jurassic park fan.

felix has the entire movies memorized. you know that post on this website that says "i'm gonna watch shrek," and it's just the op replaying the movie through their head because they've watched it so many times? yeah, that's felix with jurassic park. he knows the lines, the jokes, the LORE. he had a 16 year hyperfixation on jurassic park, and he wasn't going to let it die! he's watched it so many times, that when you say you wanted to watch the recent ones, he can't help but say yes, like an excited puppy. i think felix has a good grip on his emotions during movies (or he's like me, where i dont understand something until AFTER i finish the movie) so he doesn't cry when he watches it but once he finishes the credits, the waterworks start.

and when he saw you crying about (in his opinion!!!) the most gut-wrenching scene in cinema, he felt his own tears bubble up, pulling you close to him. he's cried over this scene multiple times by himself, but now, he had someone who would understand where exactly he would be coming from. it was a nice comfort.

jisung... oh, boy. jisung definitely got the film spoiled for himself on twitter or youtube or something. he's not a die-hard fan, but he was planning on watching it soon! (it's been almost 8 years, bud, and it's still on his to be watched list). jisung was upset, and wouldn't open the app again until you sat down and watched it with him. jisung is a crier, he cries to movies, even when they aren't sad. but when they are sad, oh my god! he changes his entire personality to match that movie. he will never shut up about it.

jisung cried before your own tears spilled; the music, the shadow that reflected against the smoke. omg, he was breaking down. seeing him cry so hard, made you cry! well, him and the poor brachiosaurus made you cry. you were both hugging each other as you cried, jisung hiccuping about how it wasn't fair and that he would've went back to save them. he cried for the rest of the night,

seungmin is a lot like minho in a sense. he finds the scene rushed, so he couldn't find it in his heart to cry. seungmin watched the movie already, and he knows what happens. he knows it's sad, but he honestly can't find his tears for the scene, even when he first watched it. the scene to him felt sooooo rushed that he kinda just sat there, staring at the television screen, waiting for it to end.

but, he knew you were crying, so he threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling the blanket back over your legs and let you cry. he didn't have any comforting words to say since he couldn't even cry at the scene, but you were happy he even hugged you for the scene!

jeongin isn't a die-hard fan, or a casual enjoyer. he saw the movie once and called it a night. he didn't have any words to say or not about it. when you asked him if he wanted to watch it with you, he agreed, only because he wanted to spend time with you, and he had an excuse to hold you. i think jeongin doesn't honestly remember the movie, so he has to watch it multiple times to even remember, which is why he isn't much of a die-hard fan.

jeongin was crying by the time the scene came up on the screen, and he turned to look at you as your bottom lip quivered at the scene, your eyes pouring the liquid from your eyes. jeongin hugged you tightly. no words exchanged, only warmth, to give comfort to one another. after his second and third watch, it seems like every time he watches it, he cried like a baby each time. (me with meet the robinsons)

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[cloudykaii]

tol skz 9th has been discussed a bit here. personally, i love imaging 9th's dynamic with bang chan. like, soft and sweet leader doting over this lanky, smiley cutie. 9th being all shy and trying to hide behind chan when meeting new people. (also this is so specific but i personally hc 9th at being shorter than hyunjin, but taller than, say, chan or felix.)

Chan hadn’t thought anything of it at first. Of course he had noticed how you really just followed him around whenever there was an event. If you weren’t hanging on to him, it was Felix, or Minho. It only took a couple of events to Chan to always have eyes on his members, but after a while he realized that you stuck by someone else until you were coaxed out of your shell. Eventually he and the other members had gotten so used to the feeling of your hand gripping the back of their shirts or jackets as you stayed close that they almost forgot you were there.

But when it came to talking to other groups, like ATEEZ or ITZY during this specific event, it became a tiny issue. Issue probably wasn’t the right word to use as most people thought it was adorable, but Chan thought it was weird that you were so shy even around people you know. Ryujin and Chaeryeong thought you were adorable when you tried to cover your face with your hands as Minho tried to convince you to talk to them for a few seconds. “Sorry, she’s shy,” Chan said like it wasn’t obvious with a sheepish smile. 

Yeji just laughed, clapping a hand to her cheek. “Chan, you talk about her like she’s your child, we know Y/N, too.”

They did finally get to leave you with ITZY, but only because Felix was close by. Fans were eating up all the content of you trying to make yourself seem small behind the boys, or pouting because you couldn’t sit next to Yeji while all of the teams were competing. 

[3raaaachachacha]

8:08 am

Hwang Hyunjin x female reader / 496 words / fluff / smut

Warnings: mentions of dirty memories, oral female receiving, dirty talk, unprotected sex, squirting

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

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Mornings like this were your favorite. Waking up completely bare in your husband’s arms from the nights prior events. Despite dating for years and being married for two, you always managed to fuck like rabbits whenever you got the chance, especially since Hyunjin was constantly on your case about having a baby.

Currently, half of your bare body cuddled up against Hyunjin's side, your thigh resting over his morning wood, so this called to have some fun. You moved yourself to be fully flush against him, lips pressing soft kisses to his nipples all the way to his jaw in a teasing manner. Hyunjin groaned at the feeling of your pierced nipples running across his bare skin.

"God, I'll never get tired of this," He chuckled, hand finding your jaw to bring your lips to his, "I could quite literally fuck you for hours on end if my schedules didn't interfere."

"Well," You grinned, hand sliding down his body to grip his hard cock, hips grinding in the process, "We have a few hours until you need to leave. So how about we fuck for the time being?"

Smirking in response, Hyunjin's hands found your waist, guiding you down on his length, "Aren't you tired from yesterday? Did I not fuck you well enough?"

Before you could even respond to his snarky comment, Hyunjin bucked his up to be flush with you and continued his thrusts in a fast pace, "Fuck baby, you're so wet and tight."

Moans and whines immediately left your lips, you were still sensitive from yesterday but that didn't stop you from wanting to fuck your husband. His grip on your waist was tight enough to leave bruises, but they didn't hurt in the slightest. His lips attached themselves to your pierced nipples, loving the way your body shook with pleasure and the sound that fell from your lips.

Hyunjin brought his face up from your breasts to crash his lips onto yours as you rode him. Everything he did was in sync with you, thrusting his hips up as you rock down on him. His hands fondled your breasts as yours rested on his shoulders.

"I don't want to cum yet, but fuck," You moan breathlessly, "I'm not going to last much longer."

"Yeah?" Hyunjin chuckled, "Cum for me baby. I'll make you cum again, don't worry about that."

Nodding and moaning in understanding, Hyunjin increased the speed of his thrusts, lips sucking marks into your skin. Your head fell backwards in absolute bliss, mouth open as a loud moan escaped your lips at the approaching orgasm.

You rolled your hips furiously, Hyunjin's head resting against your chest as you reached your high. His grip on you tightened as you lost all feeling in your body from how hard you came, body shaking like crazy.

"You just squirted so hard," Hyunjin teased and you shied away, head buried in his neck.

"Oh, we are so going for round two after that."

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- Admin 🌶️

[bruh-changbin]

read u, wrote u

pairing: librarian!changbin x afab reader x frat boy!jisung

requested: no

genre: fluff, smut, just a tinge of angst (minors dni)

warnings: fingering (f receiving), semi-public sex, lowkey exhibitionism, cum eating, unprotected sex (be safe) and use of the pull out method (do not do this)

word count: 6.8k

a/n: my own contribution to my own collab! a big thank you to all of the other fabulous writers who participated, pls go read their fics! this is quite self indulgent as it is my dream to get railed in a library, but thank you to @seo--changbin for giving me inspo on librarian changbin and @ddeungies for helping me figure out the smut scene 😵‍💫 also lowkey contributing to the glorification of frat boys with jisung in this fic, so just a reminder to make sure you and your partner get tested before any kind of sexual interaction (be safe y'all). enjoyyy (also yes the title is from rpdr)

photos not mine, credits to original owners (retrieved from pinterest)

“fuck, you’re like, sucking me in.”

“mmhm.”

“it’s like a- shit… like an octopus.”

…what the fuck? weird comparison but ok.

the man currently pistoning his fingers in and out of you with little regards to precision is none other than han jisung, fuck boy extrordanaire. 

jisung is clearly the kind of guy that’s not enrolled in university because he cares about school and getting a degree. if he was, he wouldn’t be in a frat. jisungs days are mostly filled with blowing off lectures to sleep in and eat 5 day old stale pizza. he claims that bench pressing is a religion and drinks upwards of 3 protein shakes a day, all while somehow managing to just barely pass all of his courses. 

typical behaviour of someone who drops thousands of dollars on tuition and living expenses for the sake of party culture. he’s also just not very smart.

he’s not stupid per se, but he’s definitely someone you would categorize as a himbo. attractive, kinda muscular, likes to fuck but doesn’t actually know how to do it well. disregard that; it’s not that he doesn’t know how to do it well, it’s just that he isn’t particularly concerned about how much pleasure his partner is receiving. 

which is why you internally rejoice when he pulls his fingers out of you, sucking at them briefly before placing his hand beside your head to somewhat trap you underneath him.

“ready for my dick, babygirl?”

ew. it’s 2022, do people still say babygirl? 

“ready as i’ll ever be,” you groan with a hint of repulsion; a hint that the man on top of you does not pick up on.

the whole ordeal lasts about a minute. jisung almost finishes the second he sticks his dick inside of you, but manages to compose himself before thrusting in a manner that can only be described as sloppy. he continuously mutters phrases like ‘fuck you’re so tight’ and ‘you like that?’ while fucking you into his mattress that feels like a cardboard box. 

eventually, he finishes and rolls off of you before sticking his hand out to give you a fist bump. nice.

jisung reaches over to his nightstand to pick up a tv remote, mumbling a quiet ‘anything you wanna watch?’ as he browses various streaming platforms. when you shake your head no, he presses play on some random anime and falls asleep in less than 5 minutes.

you lie underneath jisung’s stale bed sheets for several moments, wanting to wait until he’s fully asleep before you can slip out so as to avoid an awkward conversation. when soft snores pass his lips, you know you’re in the clear, and you pull your clothes back on before sneaking out of his bedroom and into the night.

・・・・・

“so? han jisung? how was it!!?” sana asks with way too much energy for someone that woke up at 7:00 am.

“to say it was horrible would be an understatement.” you groan while slipping into the seat across from her in your campus student centre.

“you’re kidding, for real??! all of the girls he’s hooked up with act as if he’s some kind of sex god…”

you haphazardly toss your worn in tote bag into the empty seat beside you before sighing, “dude has no idea what he’s doing.”

“but he was supposed to fuck the stress out of you...” sana says with a frown, her gaze travelling to her half-empty matcha latte.

sana’s a good friend. she gets good grades and encourages you to do your assignments. she likes to read and is a frequent customer at the campus starbucks - she says it’s because her best friend, jeongyeon, is one of the baristas but you know it’s because she has a crippling caffeine addiction.

when you complain about having nothing to wear she lets you borrow her clothes, and in return you help her touch up the roots of her hair. the two of you drink wine in an attempt to act like adults who have their shit together, but you both make weekly calls to your parents when you can’t figure out how to work the stove or need to fill out your taxes.

you tell eachother secrets and have spent multiple nights staying up until the sun begins to rise while venting about your life problems. it’s a perfectly codependent friendship.

so, it was only natural that a couple weeks ago you let it slip to sana that bouts of stress were eating away at you as the end of the semester was approaching.

“my neck hurts and my ribs are tight and i have a constant headache, i swear all of my profs want me dead,” you ponder aloud to your best friend/roommate while sipping on prosecco mixed with orange juice (childish, i know - but wine tastes like shit), “maybe i’m dying.”

“you’re not dying, y/n,” sana assures you while tucking her knees into her chest on her spot on your couch, “you’re just stressed.”

after that conversation you tried everything.

meditation, yoga… ok fine just meditation and yoga, but they did little to ease the constant barrage of emotions and achiness and fatigue.

“when was the last time you got laid?” the question fell from sana’s lips with ease right after you had made a particularly raunchy comment about pedro pascal in the mandalorian.

that’s a great question - one that you did not know the answer to. you stare up at the ceiling while trying to count backwards in your head, eventually muttering “uhh… i don’t know, honestly.”

and so operation get fucked was underway. it’s textbook: receiving pleasure is a sure fire way to rid yourself of your worries and woes and leave you feeling like a brand new person. all you need to do is find a willing candidate who can bring you to orgasm - your vibrator can only do so much.

 lucky for you, the guys in your university’s frat were always dtf, and you had heard the girl you sat next to during your poli sci seminars mention jisung not too long ago. 

your plan was foolproof; jisung would blow your back out and you’d wake up feeling like a whole new person, ready to conquer the endless bout of essays, research proposals and exams that have been thrown at you by your professors.

until it backfired when you found out from first hand experience that han jisung is bad at sex.

breaking the news to sana is almost more upsetting than the hookup itself. 

you watch as her face forms into one of disgust and shock as you recount the events from last night, “he gave me a fist bump after he finished.”

sana cringes especially hard at that, but then erupts into a fit of laughter - you can’t blame her.

“so operation get fucked was a bust,” she sips her drink, “but you really need to work on this romanticism assignment.” typical sana bringing up academics when it’s the last thing you want to talk about.

“ugh, i hate that course. i should just take the 0.”

sana rolls her eyes, “don’t think like that y/n! you’ve at least started it right?”

you have not, and sana clues in on this due to your prolonged silence.

“dude, this paper is due in 2 days… get a move on!!”

“fiiiine, i’ll go to the library right now” you huff in exasperation while slinging your bag over your shoulder and standing up. you were being dramatic, but you wanted sana to feel some guilt for pressuring you to work - she’s the one who made you take this course in the first place.

your guilt tripping clearly doesn’t work on sana as she just diverts her attention back to her laptop, not even bothering to spare you one final glance. you roll your eyes before walking away from your table and beginning to make your way across campus.

・・・・・

libraries are the worst.

they smell like dust and mildew and half of the books on the shelves are so worn out the pages feel like they’ll disintegrate the second you touch them .

not to mention that people who frequent the library are so pretentious. the second you make a noise louder than a decibel there are half a dozen people shooting daggers at you with their eyes.

let’s just get this over with.

having only been in the library a handful of times before this one, it takes you some time to find everything on your list. why are library shelving systems so confusing? all of the books you need are somewhat similar in terms of content but all ended up being in completely different sections.

oh well, you’ve got everything you need. time to get the fuck out of here. 

you toss your stack of books onto the desk at the front, failing to notice how the dull thump! startles the student librarian since you’re digging through your bag in an attempt to find your student card.

the man behind the desk looks at you, somewhat taken aback by your insolent demeanour, but begins to scan your books anyway while analysing your choices.

“shelley? i thought most people read frankenstein in highschool…”

his sudden words pull you out of your student-card-finding stupor, and you blink a few times while you process what he said.

“i didn’t realise judging students' choices in literature is one of your job requirements,” you glance at his name tag, “changbin.”

“i’m not judging! just making an observation.” 

“it sure sounded like you were judging.”

changbin throws his hands up in defence before scanning the rest of your books, undoubtedly cursing you out in his mind.

he prompts you to scan your student card before sliding the pile of books across the desk towards you, muttering a quiet ‘they’re due in 2 weeks’ before focusing on the desktop computer in front of him.

grabbing your books and shoving them into your bag, you catch him giving you one final disparaging look as you exit the library.

asshole.

・・・・・

for some reason unbeknownst to you, jisung had taken a liking to you after his failed attempt to give you an orgasm. so, it surprised you when he approached you outside of your lecture hall to ask you to come to a party he’s throwing tonight.

“it’ll be fun! you can meet all of my friends and we can hangout and maybe fool around a bit, eh?”

you don’t know why you said yes. maybe somewhere in the back of your mind you thought that within the few days it’s been since you hooked up with jisung he had somehow gotten better at sex and could actually fuck you.

or it could be because he looked like a lost puppy as he waited for your response while standing outside the building you were just in (how did he know what class you had?). his hair was fluffy and his eyes were wide as he gazed at you expectantly, the sleeves of his hoodie covered his knuckles as his fingers gripped the straps of his backpack.

so you agreed, and jisung did a small victory fist pump. since when did frat boys catch feelings?

now it’s nearing 10:00 pm, and you’re tearing apart your bedroom in search of a party outfit while getting an earful from sana, who’s on speakerphone.

“why on earth are you going to a party y/n!?” she bashes you through the phone, her voice hushed since she’s in the student centre again, planning on pulling an all-nighter, “need i remind you that this assignment is worth 40% of our grade?”

“listen,” you start while pulling several shirts out of their drawers, “after the party, i’ll stop at the convenience store on the corner by campus to buy a monster, and then i’ll meet up with you for an all-nighter!”

silence, and then: “you and i both know that’s not gonna happen.”

you roll your eyes knowing full well that sana can’t see you.

“i’ll get the assignment done, i promise. i’ll devote my entire day tomorrow to working on it in the library.” 

mention of the library reminds you of your less than pleasant experience there earlier today. “hey do you know the student librarian changbin? god he is such a cunt,” you seethe while changing shirts.

“i’ve seen him there a few times, he seems nice!” 

“you think everybody’s nice, sana.”

a familiar ping from your phone interrupts you, notifying you that your uber has pulled up outside of your apartment.

“i’ve gotta go, i’ll see you soon and i will get this assignment done. love ya!”

you hang up before sana can give you another lecture.

the ride to jisung’s frat is fairly short, and the lawn is already teeming with drunk university students upon your arrival. jisung is standing on the sidewalk waiting for you, his face lit up by the blue glow of his phone, and you get out and greet him.

with jisung’s arm wrapped around your waist you make your way inside. the party is busier than you thought it would be, what with it being a thursday night near the end of the semester you expected it to be a bit more sparse. but these are frat guys and sorority girls - partying is practically their only personality trait.

jisung pulls you over to a group of guys sitting on leather couches that are worse for wear, which is unsurprising considering the amount of people that have sat on them throughout the school year. all of the guys nod at you nonchalantly as jisung introduces you as ‘his girl’, and you try not to gag. why did you agree to this?

cheers erupt from the kitchen as 2 buff guys, who jisung tells you are chan and minho, carry in a keg and place it on the kitchen counter with a dull thud. jisung doesn’t let go of you as he weasels his way through the crowd and pours you a glass of copper coloured beer. you take a sip; it tastes like shit.

you spend god knows how long sitting on one of those crusty leather couches, sipping dry beer and trying not to grimace at the tart coating it leaves on your tongue and lips. jisung keeps his arm wrapped around you the entire time, his palm now sweaty against the exposed skin of your waist. 

the floors and walls shake as the bass from the obnoxious house music blasts through subwoofers, and the red and white strobe lights give you a headache. somewhere someone sparks up a joint, and the putrid scent adds to the mix and overwhelms your senses. you feel like puking even though you’ve barely had anything to drink.

placing your cup down you push yourself off of the couch, intent on getting some fresh air. jisung calls out for you but soon loses sight of you in the sea of people that fills his living room. 

upon making it to the shoddy back door, you swing it open and step outside onto the concrete patio, revelling in the freshness of the spring night. the backyard space is sizable - people are playing pong and flip cup on flimsy card tables set up on the grass while others dance and converse around them. an in-ground pool in the centre of the yard space emits an aquamarine glow as people in bikinis and swim trunks whack each other with pool noodles.

the scent of weed and sweat is replaced with that of grass and a faintness of chlorine - your lungs thank you as you take a deep inhale. it appears that jisung hasn’t come to look for you, and you don’t know if you should be offended or relieved. 

although the backyard’s not empty, you’re able to fully stretch out both of your arms without bumping into someone, which is good enough for you.

party tip: if you’re looking for some alone time outside, head to the sides of the house, they’re almost always empty (occasionally you will come across people hooking up - exercise caution). 

you step off the concrete patio and make your way to the right side of the house. all you need is a dark, quiet place where you can order an uber and go home. what you find instead is a certain someone enthralled in whatever he’s doing on his phone.

“hey, it’s the judgy librarian!”

changbin, having thought that he was alone, snaps his head up at your sudden exclamation, watching as you shuffle through the grass to where he’s standing.

“why are you here?” he questions while folding his arms across his toned chest, his sweater creasing in the process, “and i told you i was just making an observation.”

“i happened to be invited” you sneer while pulling your phone. the sudden burst of brightness from the screen is reminiscent of the strobe lights inside; it stuns you for a second and you lean against the brick exterior of the house.

“...are you okay?” changbin eyes you with concern, “you look kind of pale.”

this is weird, is the librarian suddenly being nice to you?

“yea, just a little woozy,” you say with a huff, “i’ll be fine though.”

a sudden stillness settles over the two of you, and it’s quiet spare for the people partying several feet away. you quickly order an uber and then let your hands rest at your sides.

your eyes fall upon changbins face and you scan his features. he has the hood of his tan sweater pulled up, and his ebony bangs are just long enough to cover his brows. he has a prominent cupids bow, and in the absence of good lighting his irises blend into his pupils making them look like tapioca pearls. he looks soft and clean, and you tear your eyes off of him to prevent yourself from catching feelings. 

“why don’t we start over. clean slate.”

changbin considers your proposition for a moment, and then answers “...okay.” 

it’s slightly odd, watching changbin ponder your proposition before turning on his heel and walking away from you. he stops just a couple feet away, his back facing you, before shaking his head slightly and turning back around.

you watch with amusement as he does a double take when he looks at you again, clearly trying to pretend like this is the first time he’s ever laid eyes on you, before confidently striding back to where he had been standing moments prior.

“are you from tennessee? because-” 

“dear god, that is your go-to pick up line?”

a beat of silence, and changbin mumbles a quiet but diffident “...yes?”

you laugh at his bashfulness, a whole-hearted laugh where your eyes squeeze shut and your nose crinkles. 

“what’s wrong with it!?” changbin whines like a 4 year old. 

“it’s so cheesy!” you chuckle, “there’s no way you could pull anyone with that.”

changbin raises his eyebrows before responding, “you’d be surprised.” upon noticing your unconvinced facial expression, he rolls his eyes. “what do you think a good pick-up line is, then?”

“you could just ask them for their number.”

“okay, can i have your number?”

you laugh, and then you notice changbin’s anticipatory expression as he pulls his phone out of the big pocket of his hoodie. oh, he’s serious.

taking changbins phone in your hands, you create a new contact and add your number as well as your name, since you have yet to tell him that. handing the device back to him, he takes a look at the information you entered and whispers “y/n, i like that.”

that makes you more flustered than you’d care to admit. thankfully your own phone vibrates in your pocket at the same time, so you can blame the sudden fluttering feeling in your tummy on that. a familiar notification pops up on your homescreen, letting you know that your uber has pulled up and is waiting outside.

with reluctance you say goodbye to changbin, telling him to text you, before walking through the side gate and getting into the car so you can go home.

・・・・・

“rise and shine!” sana’s voice wakes you right before you’re blinded by the golden glow of the sun as she yanks your blinds open.

you’re only given seconds to recuperate before your comforter is torn off of your body, causing you to curl up into a ball like a potato bug to preserve heat.

“what the fuck sana..” you groan in annoyance while rubbing your eyes. what time is it?

“you said you’re going to devote your whole day to your assignment, so i’m making sure you get a head start!” sana says cheerfully before leaving your room.

rolling over, you pick up your phone to check the time. 7:00 am! this bitch is crazy.

“i made your favourite breakfast, so get up!” sana shouts from down the hall before making her way downstairs.

the thing about sana is that as much as she encourages you to finish your own assignments, she rarely actually helps you with them out of fear of breaking your university’s academic code of conduct. so this is how she helps you: forcing you to wake up at the ass crack of dawn and then bribing you to get up with the promise of pancakes.

rolling out of your bed, you make your way over to your closet - which is still a mess from when you raided it last night. appearance is not your top priority today, so you slip on a pair of baggy jeans and a sweatshirt before heading downstairs.

just as sana had said, a sky-high stack of blueberry pancakes is waiting for you once you enter the kitchen. sana has her favourite pink apron on while she flips some more on your stove.

you douse a few pancakes in butter and syrup and eat what you can before standing up to do your dishes. sana grabs your plate and ushers you towards the door instead, claiming that you ‘have a shit ton of work to do so you better get started’ - and she’s right, this assignment is a lengthy one.

the walk to the library is quite beautiful in all honesty. the sky is a hazy blue as the sun creeps it’s way up the horizon, birds sing their songs while flying from tree to tree. campus is sparse with students, only the few people with 8:00 am lectures or assignments that need to be completed are awake at this time.

swinging open the heavy double doors to the library, you make your way inside while trying to ignore the disappointment you feel when you see someone at the library desk that isn’t changbin.

he did text you last night to tell you that he had today off, so it’s not surprising, but unfortunate nonetheless. whatever, at least that means his good looks won’t be able to distract you!

heading up the industrial staircase to the second floor, you find a spot at one of the large oak tables in the back corner, pressed up right against some book shelves. a large window to the left of you grants you the view of your campus, and with that you get to work.

the sun in the sky tracks your progress throughout the day, and by the time the view outside your window is dark, you’ve managed to complete all of the arguments for your paper. this is great! now all that’s left is the introduction and conclusion, which have always been your least favourite parts to write.

“library’s closed,” a familiar voice pulls you out of your essay writing trance, “you should go home.”

“sorry! I just got dis-” you cut yourself off when you look up to see no other than changbin making his way over to you with a smile on his face. his torso is covered with an olive green cashmere sweater, the fabric straining against his biceps and pecs. he’s pushing an ivory coloured cart stacked with books in front of him, but stops when he reaches the desk you’re stationed at. 

“you’re lucky the librarian has a soft spot for you or else you’d be getting kicked out.”

“a soft spot? i’m flattered.” in all honesty you are flattered, and you bashfully divert your gaze from changbin’s when you feel your cheeks begin to heat up. it’s then you notice that the library is completely void of other students, and the two of you are alone. time really slipped away from you while you were working as you check the clock on your laptop and realise that it’s nearing midnight. 

“i thought you weren’t working today?” you ask changbin before shutting your laptop and slipping your borrowed books into your bag.

“i wasn’t, but the other student librarian felt sick halfway through her shift, so I came in to clean up,” changbin starts, but upon noticing that you’re getting ready to leave, adds on: “wanna help?”

nodding your head in agreement, you hang your bag off of the back of the chair you were previously sitting in before stepping to where changbin’s standing. 

pushing the library cart in front of him, he makes his way to the bookshelf behind the row of tables you were working at. you follow behind him, stopping when he does.

“this is the classics section,” he motions to the shelves in front of you. “all you have to do is look at the code on the spine, find where it goes on the shelf, and then mark it as re-shelved in the catalogue. simple.”

it is simple. changbin hands you a copy of the catcher in the rye and then waits for you to follow his instructions. F173 is the code on the book’s spine, so you look at the shelf, find the book marked as F172, and then slide your book beside it.

“see? i told you it was easy. you’re a natural!” changbin gushes while scribbling a check mark beside the title of the book you just re-shelved in the return catalogue.

you stay in place as you watch changbin do exactly what you just did with the other books - albeit he is much faster at it than you were.

he picks up a book, a worn-in copy of pride & prejudice, looks at the code and then looks at you before mumbling a quick ‘sorry’. at first you’re confused, what’s he sorry for? but then he pushes up against you, his chest to your back, as he reaches up to re-shelf the book in the spot directly above your head.

when he’s done he doesn’t move away from you - and you don’t want him to. his torso remains pressed up against your back, and you feel his breath on your neck and the shell of your ear.

with some apprehension you look over your right shoulder and find changbin staring back at you, his eyes dark as his gaze flits between your lips and your eyes. the tips of your noses are practically touching since you’re so close, and you can smell the spearmint gum he has in his mouth.

acting on impulse, you lean in and press your lips to changbin’s in a short, soft kiss before pulling away and letting changbin make the next move.

he kisses you again, and you indulge in the feeling of his plush lips pressed against yours. changbin kisses you like he has all the time in the world - in essence you do, since the library is closed. he takes his time with you, his buff arms moving to wrap around your waist giving you a sense of security.

his teeth nip and suck at your bottom lip and you whimper in response, your tongue darting out to trace his lips before parting them. changbin groans as you slide your tongue against his, both of your mouths becoming slick with spit. he sucks on your tongue while pressing his chest right up against you, ensuring there’s absolutely no space between your bodies.

you can feel changbin’s hands travelling lower and lower from where they were previously resting on your waist. with reluctance he detaches his lips from yours, his eyes staring back at yours with a certain hunger - a hunger that only you can satisfy. although you miss the warm feeling of changbin’s lips on yours, your neck thanks you as you look forward again, no longer having to crane your head over your shoulder for the sake of kissing the man behind you.

you brace yourself against the wooden frame of the bookshelf in front of you, your face pressed up against tattered copies of jane eyre, little women, and mansfield park.

the tips of changbins fingers are soft and warm as they delicately trace the skin on your lower abdomen, moving the hem of your shirt before grasping the waistband of your jeans. with his right hand he deftly pops open the copper button before dragging the zipper down with ease while his left hand grips your waist.

the rough denim of your pants is somewhat restricting, but changbin manages to slip his hand inside, his fingers moving to touch you over your panties. the fabric feels rough as changbin massages your cunt, his index and middle fingers tracing your labia briefly before he retracts his hand.

soft sucking noises can be heard as changbin puts his fingers into his mouth, coating them with spit before releasing them from his lips with a soft pop. he moves his hand back to where it was moments prior, only this time he slips his fingers under the elastic waistband of your underwear. 

changbin’s fingers are curious as he explores your cunt, which is practically sopping wet at this point. his digits don’t stay in one place for longer than a second as he drags them through your folds, briefly brushing them against your clit causing you to jolt in surprise. it feels good but it’s not enough. 

“changbin~ i need more.”

he chuckles, it’s deep and makes you feel a certain way, before complying with your request by slipping his middle finger into you. your body reacts automatically, your back arching and your cunt clenching in response to the slight stretch. changbin’s saliva coated finger glides in and out of you with ease, his thrusts are slow and calculated so as to ensure your comfort.

“think you can take one more?”

you nod, your nose bumping into the wood bookcase that you’re still pressed up against. changbin’s ring finger joins his middle inside of you, and you whine at the pleasure it gives you. his fingers are thick and long, and you feel your knees buckle when he strokes your g-spot. 

the heel of his palm brushes against your clit with each and every movement of his hand, causing your abs to tense at the pleasure building up inside of you. it feels as if your nerves are on fire and your stomach is in knots as changbin brings you closer and closer to cumming. your brows furrow and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as changbin fucks your pussy with his fingers, his strokes becoming faster and deeper as you squirm against him.

with one final thrust you cream all over changbin’s digits, his name falling from your lips like it’s the only word you know. his lips attach to your neck and he sucks and nips at your skin as he removes his fingers from your cunt. 

in one swift motion changbin grasps your hips before guiding you back to the wooden desk you were sitting at before he arrived. the bones of your hips bump against the edge of the desk changbin now has you pressed against, and you slip off your sneakers before grabbing the waistbands of your jeans and panties before yanking them off in one swift motion.

a pair of firm, warm hands come into contact with your shoulder blades and push you down so you’re bent over the desk. you turn your head so your cheek is resting on the hard surface, allowing yourself to get as comfortable as possible in this position. with your ass pressed up against changbin’s crotch, you can feel his cock straining against the denim of his jeans; you tease a little by pushing your hips back against his. 

the sound of a zipper being pulled down makes your heart race, and you look behind you to the best of your abilities to see changbin unbuttoning his jeans before tugging them down to his mid thigh. he does the same with his navy blue boxers, his dick slapping against his lower stomach upon being released. you place your cheek back on the desk and try not to drool.

changbin spits in his right palm before wrapping it around his cock, pumping his shaft several times before grabbing onto your hip with his free left hand. he teasingly drags the tip of his dick through your slick folds before stopping at your entrance, enjoying the way your cunt looks absolutely drenched all because of him. 

“do something, changbin!” you whine impatiently, moving your hips from side to side as if you’re enticing him to fuck you. thankfully changbin needs you just as much as you need him, so he complies with your plea and pushes his dick into your tight pussy. 

his cock stretches you in all the right ways, filling you up so perfectly that you think he must’ve been made for you. 

“so big…” you whimper as changbin starts to fuck you, his demenour doing a complete 180 from when he fingered you just a minute ago. immediately his thrusts are rough and deep, his hips coming in contact with your ass with every movement and his hands firmly planted on either side of your shoulders to give himself leverage.

your nails scratch and claw at the varnished surface of the wooden desk, unable to grab onto something to keep yourself in check. everytime changbin grinds into you your hip bones bang against the edge of the desk, and you’re sure that tomorrow they’ll be various shades and hues of purple and blue. your moans become more breathy and desperate 

the feeling of changbin pulling his cock out of you can only be described as devastating. dramatic, i know, but he felt so good inside of you and gave you no warning as to why he would pull out. 

all of your previous thoughts are pushed aside when changbin grips you by the hair and pulls you up so your back is flush against his chest once again. his hand grasps your shoulder and he turns you around before pushing you against the desk again, although you’re now on your back

you’re sure you look like a mess - what with your hair sticking to your face with sweat and your lips all swollen and red from you biting them. but changbin just moans gutterally upon seeing your fucked out expression before shoving his cock back into your cunt and striking up a ruthless pace again.

your legs wrap around changbins torso to force his body impossibly closer to yours, and you grind your hips upwards to meet changbin’s.

going braless was the right move to make this morning since changbin easily pushes your sweatshirt up to your collarbones, the fabric bunching around your neck. he wastes no time before placing his mouth on your left breast, his lips wrapping around nipple as he sucks and licks your skin.

he thrusts into you with more fervour, a non-verbal cue that he’s close to finishing - and so are you. detangling your fingers from his hair, you move your right hand down to your clit to rub it in time with the movements of changbin’s hips.

“changbin - ah!” you moan aloud as you feel your orgasm creeping up on you. your legs are aching and you can hear your pulse rushing in your ears as changbin fucks you relentlessly, the legs of the desk making an obnoxious scraping noise against the cement floor in time with changbin’s thrusts.

in one moment everything comes crashing down as your orgasm ploughs over you like a train at top speed. you arch your back and changbin continues to fuck you, likely chasing his own orgasm. your moans, that are borderline screams, echo off of the high ceiling of the library, which looks as if it's swirling as your vision struggles to return to normal. waves of pleasure roll over your as your heart pounds against your chest, your breathing just as erratic.

changbin soon pulls out of you, fisting his own dick as he moans your name over and over. seconds laters he finishes all over your bare stomach. it feels warm and wet, and you watch as changbin braces himself against the desk to prevent himself from collapsing onto the floor. 

eventually your heartbeat slows, and you lift your arm from where it was resting beside you to your stomach. changbin watches with the eyes of a hawk as you drag 2 of your fingers from your bellybutton to the bottom of your ribs, your digits getting coated in his cum in the process. popping them into your mouth, you suck on them dramatically before swallowing greedily, changbin’s eyes never straying from you in the process.

“fuck, you’re hot,” changbin groans before tucking his dick back into his boxers, and you giggle. repeating your previous actions, changbin uses his index and middle fingers to gather some of his cum from the pool on your stomach before shoving them into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly as his fingertips graze the back of your throat. 

once your stomach is clean, changbin grabs the hem of your sweater and pulls it down over your chest before helping you sit up so you can retrieve your panties and jeans. your back and scalp are sweaty and your stomach is sticky, but you’re too blissed out to care. 

changbin looks at you and is about to speak before a bright fluorescent light blinds both of you.

“hey! you two can’t be in here, the library’s closed!” a campus security guard shouts at you from where he’s standing at the far end of the room, his flashlight shining on yours and changbin’s faces.

“it’s ok, i’m the librarian,” changbin waves while trying to block out the blinding white light, “we just finished- i mean, we’re just finishing up!”

the security guard just waves dismissively before heading back downstairs, grumbling some stupid shit about students and their recklessness. you make eye contact with changbin before you both burst out in a fit of laughter; the kind of laughter where you tear up and clutch your stomach because you’re laughing so hard.

“that’s never happened before.” changbin regains his composure, a toothy grin still plastered on his face.

“what, fucking someone in the library or being busted by security?” you question him, a small smirk present on your face as he answers: “both.”

changbin’s gaze falls to the library cart, which is still full of books that he was supposed to be putting away instead of blowing your back out. he raises an eyebrow before looking at you expectantly. sighing, you walk over and grab the cart before pulling it towards the dozens of bookcases, “we better get started then.”

so you get to work as changbin’s library assistant, and the two of you organise books while talking and laughing and kissing (just a little).

・・・・・

today’s a great day. it’s sunny, the temperature is perfect outside, and there's not a cloud in the sky. you woke up feeling light and airy, like some kind of invisible weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. operation get fucked had been a success!

your good mood only doubled when you went to the campus starbucks where jeongyeon, upon recognizing you as sana’s friend, gave you your drink for free. and to top it all off, when you checked your phone you had a text from changbin who told you he’s coming to pick you up for a lunch date. nothing can knock you off of your high horse today.

meeting sana on the concrete steps outside of her lecture hall, you gush about your late night library rendezvous with changbin, watching her eyes light up in delight as you recount what happened.

“in the library??! girl you’re a freak.” 

a friendly beep of a car horn pulls you out of your conversation, and you look over to the parking lot to see changbin stepping out of his red sedan, waiting for you to join him.

sana squeals with excitement upon seeing your date standing in the parking lot, prompting you to ‘go get some’ while pushing you off the steps and towards changbin.

as you make your way over to changbin with a skip in your step, sana shouts one more thing.

“you finished your assignment though, right?”

fuck.

[parkerflix]

-i know you so well

changbin x gn! reader

wc: 0.3k

genre/ warnings: comfort? non idol au ,, no real warnings just being sad lol , everything is very vague it’s up to u to decide idk, open ending because yeah

a/n: i haven’t written anything in a while,,, this is rlly rusty tbh. also it’s very self indulgent not sorry

———————

it was rare to see changbin on the couch watching tv, with his hectic work schedule. you both had work schedules that were rigorous, yours changing every week and having to figure out when you could be together.

recently, most days you would see each other in passing, falling asleep without one another, and waking up in each other’s arms before going your separate ways for work. most of the time, you both were okay with it, and learned how to manage and navigate your way around things. but your job had been putting more pressure on you recently, with people leaving and your boss having you pick up their work on top of yours. not to mention your parents were being slightly annoying about the topic of marriage, even though it wasn’t something you and changbin had talked about.

changbin had some rerun of a show playing, idly watching. you walked up to the couch, and laid down next to him, your head resting on his thigh. his hand came to brush your hair, something he always did without thinking. you weren’t sure if it was the small gesture of him doing something so soothing, or all of the weight from the weeks, but you started to tear up.

changbin heard your quiet sniffles, and held a look of concern in his eyes. he shuffled around, your head lifting from his thigh. the tears started to flow down your face freely, and he opened his arms. you quickly enveloped yourself in them, feeling the warmth and love from him. he kept brushing your hair, and no words were shared between the two of you.

after a few minutes, your sobs turned into small sniffles, and soon into snores. changbin grabbed the remote that was next to him, turned off the tv and picked you up, carefully making sure you were still asleep. once he got to your shared room, he laid you down, and tucked you in. climbing into his side of the bed, he scooted his way next to you, making sure that you were asleep before he fell asleep.

before he fell asleep, his last thought was that he would ask for the day off tomorrow, and spend the day with you.

[tyongf-nct]

for the smut prompt list... can i mayhaps get 14 & 32 with changbin and jisung? 👀,

hellllo anon, why yes you may 😇

I’m not sure if you meant them separately or together so I just made an executive decision and wrote a threesome bc it was what my heart desired ok. anyway hope you enjoy! 🫡

also Red Lights came on shuffle as I was writing this and I had to laugh, skz coming in clutch for the writing inspo

14. “How do you feel about two at once?”

32. “It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed”

dynamic: jisung x changbin x female reader

warnings/tags: threesome, member x reader interaction, veryyy slight member x member interaction, vaginal sex, oral sex, double penetration (female receiving)

~

“The both of you better shut up before someone complains,” you giggle, lightly kicking Changbin in the chest. The three of you were strewn across the large King-sized mattress centered in your room, laughing about stupid jokes with soft music playing in the background. Your apartment was spacious but had thin walls, and was often the source of many complaints by your neighbors after a night with Jisung and Changbin.

“It’s fine,” he huffed, rubbing his pec dramatically. “It’s so late, don’t worry about it. It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed. No need to hold anything back,” he smirked. You rolled your eyes, but moved to take off his shirt anyway. Jisung sprang up immediately, stripping faster than you could get your own clothes off. You stifled a laugh at his own enthusiasm; after all, you weren’t one to talk.

“What do you want first?” Jisung asked you. You smiled softly, climbing over Changbin to reach him. You placed a soft kiss on his lips before reaching to such at his neck. You felt his chest rise rapidly against your own as you kissed and bit small marks into him.

“I want to suck you,” you whispered into his ear. He groaned, nodding as a strong hand came to guide your head down to his lap. He was hardening and filled quickly once you started to suck at the tip. Changbin grabbed your hips with strong fingers and positioned himself so he was directly under you. You moaned around Jisung once you felt the first long lick against your center. As you sucked off Jisung, Changbin ate you out with noisy wet sounds coming from the three of you. Surely if the neighbors couldn’t hear those lewd sounds, they could definitely hear all of you moaning. It definitely felt to good to care, anyway.

Just as you felt the pressure building in your core, Changbin shifted until he was kneeling behind you. Your legs and arms were tired from holding yourself up on all fours, but you felt a renewed sense of energy once Changbin pushed his cock inside of you after putting on a condom. You clenched involuntarily around him, simultaneous groans arising from both of you. Jisung thrusted his dick down your throat as you took Changbin from behind. All three of you were sweaty but the tension was thick in the air. Soon enough, the boys were thrusting faster than you could handle, and your whines got louder, though muffled with Jisung in your mouth.

“Fuck, stop. Let me fuck her now, please,” Jisung panted, pulling himself from your lips. You gasped for air, hands gripping the sheets so tightly you worried for a moment they’d rip.

“Not yet, I’m so close,” Changbin grunted. He sped up, impossibly, his balls slapping loudly against your skin. You cried out, the sound clear this time without your mouth otherwise occupied, eyes welling up as you reached to touch your clit.

“God, I can’t wait. How do you feel about two at once?” Jisung lifted your chin so that you were looking up at his eyes. You moaned, nodding frantically and shivering at the thought of both of them inside of you. It wasn’t like it was the first time the three of you had done this, either, and you loved the stretch of it.

“Fuck, okay. Okay,” Jisung moved to kneel behind you with Changbin, rolling on a condom. Changbin snorted, adjusting his position so he was back under you and Jisung behind you. You stayed on all fours, dangerously close to an orgasm already.

“Just get on with it, Jisung,” Changbin laughed. You sensed Jisung probably rolled his eyes, but you were too distracted by the tip of his cock pushing in alongside Changbin’s to turn your head and confirm.

“Oh shit,” you whispered. It was a tight fit, yes, but Changbin’s thick cock had already stretched you well enough, and Jisung entered at a snail’s pace. He could really only get halfway in, but the speed of his thrusts was more than enough.

“That feels fucking incredible,” Changbin groaned. You and Jisung moaned at the same time, nodding as you grasped at Changbin’s muscular shoulder desperately with one hand, the other still rubbing at your clit.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” you said. Both of the boys continued to thrust with increasing power, the slide of both of them tight but so, so good. You could feel your thighs shake as you started to come, sparks of white hot pleasure shooting all the way down to your toes. Changbin followed not long after you, slipping out of you and groaning at the feel of his friend’s dick against his before slipping off the condom to come up against your stomach. His abs flexed and you watched with gasping breaths. Jisung fucked you a bit longer, your pussy oversensitive and throbbing as he finally spilled into the condom, still pushing into you until he softened.

The three of you collapsed in a heap, sweaty and tired but satiated.

[straykidshoe]

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Bang chan 🐚

Lee Minho 🐚

Seo Changbin 🐚

Hwang Hyunjin 🐚

Han Jisung 🐚

Lee Felix 🐚

Kim Seungmin 🐚

Yang Jeongin 🐚

[skzsauce01]

Blurbs - Hyung Line

Description: Fluff blurbs with the hyung line!

Warning: none

Pairing: hyung line x fem!reader

Bang Chan

You wake up with a low hiss, clutching your arm to your chest, nails of your other hand digging into the cast. Sitting up quickly, you down the pain killers your husband had left for you on your nightstand. The pill isn’t working quickly enough. You clench your eyes and throw your head back, leaning on your good arm. At that moment, you feel a warm hand on yours.

“Sorry. Did I wake you?” you say through grit teeth.

Chan sits up slowly and drowsily while shaking his head. “You okay?”

“No,” you admit, not expecting the sob that escapes your lips after.

He takes your head and leans it on his shoulder. All the while, he caresses your hand with his, running his thumb over your knuckles again and again to calm you. Your first sob is followed by another. Then another.

Chan strokes your hair carefully. “You’re strong; you can get through this,” he encourages you. “But I’m also here for you. Right here, by your side. Always.”

Lee Minho

“Gah!”

Minho is quick to your side. Upon arriving, he quickly grabs a napkin and tosses the spider in the trash.

“You okay?” he asks.

You let out a breath and close your eyes while slowly forcing your balled hands to uncurl. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for doing that, Min.”

He makes a noise of acknowledgement but does not allow his eyes to peel off of you as you leave the kitchen.

A few minutes later, he finds you on the couch, scrolling through your phone.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

He hands you a mug of tea, the reason why you were in the kitchen in the first place. It’s chamomile.

“Thanks,” you smile. 

He smiles back and sits beside you. He pulls you into him as usual and drapes the blanket sitting at the end of the sofa over you both. Before long, some Disney movie starts playing on the TV. Besides the characters and you occasionally blowing on the cup, the room is silent. Yet in the room sits an emotion that could not be expressed louder even if you screamed it.

Seo Changbin

“Hey, Bin.”

“Hm?” He doesn’t bother to look up from whatever he’s writing, but you know it isn’t anything productive anyway.

“How do you know when you like someone and when you love them?”

He lifts his pen up and pauses, thinking. “When you like someone,” he begins, slowly, “you want them to be happy. When they’re happy, you’re happy too. When you love someone, you’d want them to be happy even at the expense of your own happiness.”

You let out a hum and nod. “Do you like anyone?”

“Of course.” He continues writing whatever he was writing earlier.

“Do you love someone?”

Your question again makes his pen stop. This time, he looks up to meet your eyes.

“Yeah. I do.”

Hwang Hyunjin

"Mr. Hwang.”

Hyunjin blinks his eyes open slowly. He first turns and sees you sleeping with your head resting in your arms on his bed. Next, he looks over to the resident who’d just called him.

“How are you feeling?” the doctor asks.

“Much better.”

“That’s good. Have you thrown up since dinner?”

Hyunjin shakes his head, and the resident nods in approval. “I’m going to unhook your IV. The nurse will bring you breakfast shortly. If you don’t vomit an hour after you finish, we can discharge you.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Hyunjin nods.

“Your welcome.” He looks over to you. “You’re a lucky one, aren’t you?”

Hyunjin smiles softly and returns his eyes onto you. “Incredibly so.”

“How long have you been together?”

“Oh, we...” Hyunjin hesitates. “We’re not together yet, but I’m working on it.” He reaches to brush your hair from your face, smiling as images of your future together creep into his mind.

The resident chuckles to himself. “I don’t think you’ll have to wait much longer.”

~ ad.gold