#stray kids brainrot

[izuhan]

warning: kind of possessive/yandere behavior (expect mentions of locking someone up and all that), grammatical errors, this is word vomit/brainrot

just... seungmin who dislikes it when you’re partnered with someone else he feels to be a bad person. (read: he’s jealous of)

someone he truly despises for you to be around. someone he rather witness dying than next to you to the extent he comes lurking around in the dark just to watch over you, feel his blood boil and pull you close to him and whine silently. the said bad person watching whatever he is doing.

you would be talking to that person cheerfully, indulging in their interest because that’s what partners do in the job; to create connections to trust each other. whether they mean well or not, conspiring against you or not.

it’s the same old rules everybody is following.

but seungmin is already at his limited capacity of seeing you with people he doesn’t like. just because he knows you’re capable of protecting yourself doesn’t mean he can do his job well rest assured of your being and not be around within a fair distance from you.

admit it or not, you love it when he’s like this too. all yours, clingy and adorable.

your partner understands your situation. sending you off with a smile while seungmin wears a scowl on his face. he could practically growl at the person, but he wouldn’t show such a shameful and lame act in front of you.

“aren’t you cute today too,”

“no, im not.”

you could only chuckle lovingly as he brings you close to his body. pining you on the corner of a hallway no one goes around nor passes by. it’s a perfect place to hide and let seungmin succumb to his awful feelings. let it absorb him, corrupt him until he’s feeling better himself within your company. he doesn’t need to know you enjoy it too, his state of being, a rare seungmin who dislikes something with a passion that gets to his head like so.

he wouldn’t go as far as anything beyond, really. he would only embrace you as though his life depends on it. as though if he let you go, you’d be astray and led to that person he dislikes. yeah, sure, that person’s your partner, so? seungmin is too, he’s been always your partner.

why couldn’t they simply understand you’re more capable of doing a lot, showing a lot of your abilities with him than you do with others?

sure, it’s for your own sake of diversity. to test your capabilities to connect with other people. but, as your prolonged partner, as your fucking lover—he hates everything they throw and drags you in.

seungmin is well aware of your line of work. emotions shouldn’t meld with work. however, no one has told him off yet. no one has said anything in regard to his behavior. which means he gets to be feeling like garbage you’re ready to throw but kept forgetting.

he’d be that. if it means stealing you away from that person. he’s willing to be the one inconsiderate of anything just so he knows you’re out of that person’s sight. let his emotions run wild only for you, chan wouldn’t mind him in trouble at times.

“i need to get back,” you say it like you’re happy without him. “you know i’ll come back home to you,” then why don’t you just stay home? “seungmin-ah, i love to have you like this, but wouldn’t it upset chan and the others? we always disappear at such an inconvenient time. he’d punish us to de—”

he couldn’t take it. and took your lips to his. he wants to cry. this churning feeling inside of him makes him fucking sick to his stomach and his heart aches so badly. why couldn’t you just stay? why does it have to be this way?

he pushes his tongue inside, and his grasp on your waist and your head leads you closer and closer to melt with him. tongues don’t dance with each other nor does it battle for dominance. with how hopelessly he clings to you, you seem to let him lead and take it well. like the good lover, you are. so good it drives him insane. this is why he doesn’t like anyone around you than himself.

you let him do whatever he wants to. indulging in his wildest fantasy because it’s you. you let him corrupt and break you, make you fall apart, and dance around the palm of his hand like some mindless doll you are. but you give him so much love and comfort he understands well enough that you don’t need him. he needs you. seungmin needs you. always.

all his diary entry is about you. how you’re doing. how you’re holding up. how amazing you are. how much love he has for you. how you’re exceptionally ethereal. how you’re holding the best smile, the strongest body. how he loves you most. you. and you. how could it not be you? when one looks your way, he’s greedy, he’s loving, he’s hurtful to others, he’s so loving, so lovely, so sad and happy, feeling so good and well—he feels like a child at times. he’s stubborn as one, demanding as one, clingy as one, and loving as one.

having you all to himself when all there is to him is nothing but you. you accept him for who he is even when bloodshed comes to trigger your very being.

but isn’t it all for you? that, you understand. also, it’s your work too. to mindlessly kill whoever chan assigns you to. you’re so obedient you didn’t know how seungmin had you in shambles. crying in pleasure. begging for more. crying out your love for him like no other. as if seungmin is your life source. as if there’s no one to lean on than him. your only hope, your only love, your life, seungmin.

kissing him and allowing him to corrupt your everything because that’s what you’re best at. obeying him and controlling his emotions though you also let them run wild as yours get to that point too. he breaks into your world and invites you to his, only to create a new one where anything is allowed. though there are a few limits to which you don’t mind.

after all, all you need to do is be faithful and love seungmin the way you want to be loved in return. it’s never a contract. fuck chan for saying that.

you love seungmin so dearly that you can never think of cheating, even when chan presents himself to be better. no one is compared to your seungmin. he never has to do anything to be better. he’s beyond everything and he’s yours.

he’s so adorable it hurts. “i love you seungmin, i’ll have chan know we can go back to being partners.” he puffs his cheeks again, looking the other way blushing.

“i can endure it longer, i’ll be considerate for a little while.” you kiss him while giggling, running your hands through his hair despite it was dribbling with sweat from lovemaking a few moments ago. of course, it leads to that, and it’s amazing. “i don’t want you around that person, but i don’t mind you earning experience from someone else than me.”

“pfft—you say it as if i’m going to sleep with them or something.”

he whines, bumping his head on you and rubbing it together before he’s decided to lick and bite your cheeks.

“if you do, i’ll break you. i’ll lock you here; you can never go out without my permission. i will never allow you to see anyone nor interact with anyone but me—”

“if i do, but i won’t so...”

again, he feels a bit sluggish, more overwhelmed, and loved.

“i know. all the more reason to love and keep you away from pests.”

a/n: i wrote this when i woke up at 4am like....that's unhealthy.... but also seungmin jelly. u can think of them as mafias or assassins but yeah they do crazy shit for a job (not a snippet of wip but kinda somehow related--i talk too much so I decided to put my rambling here at the end bye)

[spamsmcgee]

God’s Menu by Stray Kids should’ve been a Formula 1 song.

[astraystayyh]

hyunjin with glasses and a tiny ponytail brainrot

fluff and kissing and Hyune is too pretty and suggestive in the end (so mdni)

also can you tell I'm obsessed with the imagery of hyunjin and lipstick stains????? this is a recurrent theme atp

you're sitting on the bathroom countertop, knees tightly hugged to your chest as hyunjin brushes his teeth next to you. it's a bit silly, you admit, to watch in silence while he completes the most mundane tasks. but every second spent not looking at him feels like a wasted one to you.

"put this on for me?" he suddenly asks, his golden necklace dangling between his fingers, a sweet smile brightening his face. you nod, as hyunjin hands you the dainty chain and turns his back to you.

you swiftly clasp the necklace in place, before letting your fingers trail across the nape of his neck. "your hair's gotten longer," you remark, as you gently brush your hand through it.

"mm. do you like it?" he asks. and by the grin that can be heard in his voice, he already knows the answer to this.

"i do. very pretty," you whisper, as you gather a small section of his hair and twist it into a tiny ponytail. hyunjin turns around once you're done, and you pull him closer by the hem of his black cashmere shirt.

he's standing between your legs, strong, toned arms are on either side of your body as you tuck away some strands of his bangs, framing his face with them.

his eyes soften once they finally meet yours and you grin sheepishly at the impromptu hair updo, "you should put your hair up more often."

hyunjin tilts his head to the side, bringing his face closer to yours in the process. and you're suddenly blushing, profusely. you can't help it, not when he looks this pretty, his leg nudging your thigh every now and then. "it seems like you love my hair too much," he pouts, gently taking off your glasses and placing them on the bridge of his nose.

"does these fit me too?" he questions, his thumb rubbing featherlight circles on your bare knee. you can't speak, words elusive as your eyes run wild over his face.

you don't know exactly how you ended up this way- caged between his arms and dazed by how perfect he looks. you didn't even know that a tiny ponytail and a pair of glasses would affect you this much. but he's dizzying, in the most delicious way, and you suddenly don't want him to go out anymore.

"what? cat got your tongue," he smirks, as he grazes your cheek gently. the contrast between his mocking words and gentle touch puts your body on overdrive. it feels like a flame is blazing across your skin and yet you're floating in cold water.

"excuse me for being attracted to my boyfriend," you finally respond, tucking strands of his bangs behind his ear. "you can't really blame me, can you?" you chastise, your lips grazing the corner of his mouth. "not when you look like this."

"like what?" he giggles, before pressing his rosy lips onto yours.

"too pretty," you whisper against his mouth and he smiles onto the kiss, his hands finding your waist and holding it gently.

"i know how to make you prettier though," you grin secretly and he cocks an eyebrow at you in response. "close your eyes, for me. please, hyune?"

hyunjin knows he might run late if he doesn't leave in a few minutes, but he can never say no to you. so he closes his eyes, letting darkness surround him as he hears you rummage through a nearby drawer.

after a few, quiet seconds, you make hyunjin stand between your legs once again. your warm hands cradle his face, and then you press the softest kiss onto his lips. then his cheeks. his forehead. and the corner of his mouth. you kiss the tip of his nose and he goes to remove his glasses, but you stop him. "leave them on."

hyunjin's eyes are still closed, as your hands trail down his chest, before curling around his neck. that's where you place your next kiss, right where his pulse is wildly beating. you then move to the sensitive skin under his ear, and you can feel the goosebumps running across his body. "seems like I'm not the only one affected here."

"I never claimed not to be affected by you," he shrugs, and the sincerity of his statement makes the butterflies in your stomach surge ten times fold.

"open your eyes," you finally say, moving hyunjin to the mirror next to you, quiet giggles escaping your lips. there, he finds your red lipstick imprints all over his face, down the curve of his neck. soft kisses scorched into his skin, sealed in there forever.

"see, this is the prettiest you've ever been, baby."

hyunjin shakes his head, before standing in front of you again. there is a fond smile on his face as he runs his thumb across your red lips, where your lipstick is surely smudged by now. "you know i need to go out, right?"

"this should send off anyone who'll try to talk to you."

"as if I'll ever look at anyone else but you."

"you can't keep saying things like this and expect me not to pass out."

"then what should i do?" hyunjin smirks down at you, as you wrap your legs around his waist.

"you should stay home and ruin my lipstick even more."

"will the glasses stay on?" hyunjin muses, as he finally picks you up, his hands holding your thighs securely. you won.

"they will."

"and the ponytail too?"

"mm.." you run your fingers through his hair, tugging at it gently. "it will."

"i should've never asked you to help with my necklace," hyunjin chuckles as he leads you to your bedroom.

"why, do you regret this?" you question playfully and he shakes his head, lowering you onto the bed gently.

"no. not even a little bit."

[agnesafterhours]

[02:22 am] [smut]

“i feel pathetic.” he grumbles under his breath, bobba eyes following your finger’s path down his chest through his open hoodie—the sides of his lovely kuromi outfit currently being zipped together by a centimeter or two of the tailpiece in front of the cropped fabric.

you lean down towards his face until you feel the ghost of his minty breath against your lips, his hands slighty shaky where he holds your hips on his lap.

“good.” your smirk gives him goosebumps, “isn’t that what you call me when i’m whining about how much i need you? pathetic?" you watch as he swallows, pretty blown pupils rapidly switching from staring at you lips and back at your eyes again. “and isn’t that just what you’re doing, bunny?”

“i’m not whining about anything,” his voice comes out in a whisper, hands slowly stroking your sides as you gently kiss along his neck, “i’m just saying how i feel. isn't that what you want me to do, anyway?”

he refers to all the times you asked him to voice his needs for you, know-it-all grin plastered on his pretty face. it was astonishing how annoying he managed to be even when he's under you. minho never gives up control, not really. not for long.

and even though you're very much aware of his nature, it still hits you like a truck every time he suddenty starts to run his mouth.

“so tired, aren't you, pretty? can't even ride me right.” sweat dribbles down your naked chest, hips swaying faster with each word that leaves his lips. “wanted to be on top so bad.” a moan slips his open mouth. “you can't take it”

“i can take it. i can.” you try to refrain your eyes from rolling to the back of your head, you can't seem to be enjoying this more than he is. you won't give him the satisfaction. “you just look so pretty in this, i-”

he chuckles, a sudden spank to your ass leaving you breathless. “thank you, baby. you look so pretty when you're fucked stupid. don't you wanna look pretty for me?”

you fall forward, both hands caging his head under you. “i do! wanna be pretty for you, minho.”

he tilts his hips in an attempt to switch positions, but your method of keeping him under you by forcing your knees on the bed backfires— his cock hitting a spot so deep you can't hold back the cry that leaves your swollen lips.

“no! i can- make you come- make us come.” you're breathing heavily above him, hips swaying frantically as you fight your way through each word.

“i'm too deep inside you, pretty. it's too much.” his hoodie’s ears sit unassuming beside his red face—the stark contrast between the outfit and his red toned chest glistening under it making you grunt each time you opened your eyes.

“it's not- fuck! shut up, minho.” you feel your throat becoming sore with each loud moan.

“i know you don't want me to.” you suddenly feel his harsh hold on your ass, groping the skin as he forced you up his cock. he grunts when he feels you scratching him, hand easily sneaking in the zipper above his shoulder.

“now be good and bounce for me, baby. come on.”

© all rights reserved. i do not allow reposting and/or translations of my work. minors and empty blogs do not interact.

[hyunsvngs]

piggybacking off of the last ask who said that jisung would take artistic nudes of his s/o:

jisung getting frustrated bc he's not getting the shots right so he huffs and says he's gonna be right back and he comes back with hyunjin so he can take the photos instead. like just imagine hyunjin walking in and immediately covering his eyes and being his dramatic little self but obviously he wants to help so he takes the photos and god i can't decide if i like the thought of him getting hard and getting all squirmy more or the thought of him getting into the photographer persona and being really professional about it

-🦖

oh i really REALLY love the idea of hyunjin being so professional about it.

imagining hyunjin walking in to jisung’s room and you’re there naked, and he puts his hands over his eyes!! he’s all “wah! hannie, what?!” and then when jisung explains he gets a bit more relaxed lol. he understands after all! it’s hard to get that good shot.

ughhh and what about his long long fingers tracing up your thigh… “open those legs for me? ah, yeah, angel. that’s so fuckin’ pretty.” he’d make you touch yourself too… or maybe he’d do it! maybe he wants to get a shot of fingers tweaking your nipples or you sucking his fingers into your mouth…

also… what about if he takes pictures of you and jisung Together? getting jisung to slide behind you with his chest to your back, fingering you open with those delightful ring clad fingers 😵‍💫 “does she look good, hyunjinnie? that pussy always looks so sexy spread open, doesn’t it?” PLEASE.

[strayklds]

lee know / the sound mv making behind for @lee-minhoe <3

[skewiie]

hey [han jisungs your rin okumura] [bang chans your yukio okumura]

[imrllytootiredforthis]

what if i wrote virgin lino who's too proud to ask you to touch him but too nervous to do it himself?

what then hmm?

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Tickletober Spoiler #1: Day 18 — Snuggles 🎃

(lee! minho and ler! chan)

channie who comes home extremely excited, holding a bag from a brand of…pajama wear???

minho is staring at channie in confusion, until channie shoved the bag into the dancer’s arms and shoving him into the bedroom, telling minho to get changed.

meanwhile, chan’s changed into his casual clothing when he hears a flustered squeal come from the bedroom. “channie!!” which made him giggle.

chan is staring at his phone, legs spread on the couch, when the door opened. preferring to wait for min to come to him, chan smiles but doesn’t say anything.

he hears soft padded socks on the floor before minho stops in front of him. he finally sank to the floor between chan’s legs on the couch, sitting on his knees with a sweetly submissive posture. his eyes were lowered, but he peeked up at chan with a shy, slightly teary expression.

the dancer was clad in a pair of pajamas, bunny designs all over it with a pair of fluffy socks and matching bunny ears and hair clips.

his cheeks flushed and his expression was a mix of embarrassment and resignation. the pajamas fit snugly, the bunny ears perched adorably on his head, and the matching socks completed the look.

“oh, min, baby.” chan cooed, leaning a bit closer to cup minho’s cheek in his hand. “you look so cute like that~”

minho flushed even deeper red at that, hands fumbling with channie’s foot as the leader’s thumb traced the contours of his cheeks.

“hyung…” minho breathed, embarrassed as he tried to keep his hands from flying to cover his face.

channie’s smile sparkled with a certain happiness as he reached for his phone, and minho’s wide eyes looked up at him with glossy lips in a small pout that made chan’s heart melt.

click.

channie gasped quietly at the absolute gem of a photo he had snapped. he cooed and teased, snapping photo after photo in every angle, using his thumb to sweetly pry minho’s lips apart, revealing his bunny teeth.

click. click. click.

minho whined, face turning a bright red as chan smiled, and minho’s embarrassment only grew. he decided to give in; it was the happiest he had seen the older in a while.

leaning his head against channie’s bare thigh, gently moving his shorts, minho’s cheek squished against the warm skin.

chan’s heart practically exploded as he giggled. “my sweet bunny~”

click.

[ratedfleur]

it was one fun night with changbin but you both knew that it led to something else because of the adrenaline. changbin had his adrenaline running because of his routine of weightlifting while you were pumped up because of your intense cardio session with your gym mentor.

you and changbin poked fun with each other as you stood side by side in front of the mirrors, showing off each other's muscles as you two giggled, "hey, my muscles are looking good okay! so much better than a few weeks ago." changbin defended himself when you teased him.

laughing and pointing his bicep, "i don't think so, look at how small your biceps are!" you say as you poked fun, laughing when changbin whined at you before he knelt down to carry you over his shoulder, suddenly doing squats with you on his shoulder.

you shrieked when changbin pretended to drop you, making him laugh heartily before putting you down on your feet, laughing as you whined and complained to him. "i know you're strong and all but no need to prove it to me!" you say to him as changbin looks at you smugly, "well, how else do you want me to prove it to you?" he replies to you as you gave him a look.

actually thinking about it, you grabbed his hand and pulled changbin into the changing room and crashed your lips against changbin's who didn't even flinch and kissed you back.

just seconds later, clothes were on the ground, you were sitting atop changbin on the bench, lips still pressed against his as you rode and grinded on top of him, moaning against his lips as he poked your spot.

it doesn't even take long for changbin to whimper against your skin, lips slipping out a whimper with your name out as he warned you he'd cum, even threatening to cum inside of you.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

So uh, this wasn't supposed to be finished until later. I have a Namjoon piece in the works that I wanted to post before this but, the Hyunjin brainrot is severe. That MAMA performance has me in a chokehold. AND THE WAY HE LOOKED IN THEIR MOST RECENT GROUP LIVE? BYE. He left me with little choice unfortunately and, I had to get this out of my system. This was wayyy longer than I meant for it to be and, was supposed to be mainly pwp. I can't help myself apparently.

Heads up: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem! Reader, Fuckboy! Hyunjin, (Somewhat) Nerdy! Reader, Hyunjin is horrible at feelings, Reader is tired of his shit but thinks he's hot, Hyunjin crushes on Reader, public sex (they fuck in a dance studio), mirror sex, dirty talk, (Somewhat) Bratty! Reader, Dom! Hyunjin, super duper irresponsible unprotected piv sex, fingering (f. receiving), spanking (f. receiving), praise (f. receiving) and choking (f. receiving).

I will block you if you are minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

You make your way over to the dance studio Hyunjin messaged you he was in a few minutes ago, irritation coursing through you. The two of you were supposed to head to the library immediately after your respective classes to work on your shared assignment but, the ever aggravating man forgot to tell you he had dance practice. He did suggest waiting for him, like he was doing you some kind of service, then the two of you could continue work after he was finished. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, you had the rest of the day free so you begrudgingly made your way over.

The two of you never spoke or interacted much prior to being assigned partners for this history assignment. Your circles were moreso filled with anime fans, literature nerds and avid kpop listeners while Hyunjin's consisted more of popular dancers, jocks and people who were always the life of the party. Your paths just never really crossed. That was until history, of course. You've quickly come to realise that attempting to work with Hyunjin was a more gruelling task than the assignment itself. His constant attempts at flirtation, thinly veiled innuendos and lack of focus on work getting on every one of your nerves. However, he had a knack for toeing the line between going too far and just going far enough. He'd sit a little too close to you than necessary or let his arm rest far too comfortably on the back of your chair while the two of you worked. It was maddening.

Now, you weren't blind. Hyunjin is an attractive man. That's why he has any and everyone he could ever want tripping over themselves to get into his bed. The overly cocky attitude and overt flirtation weren't your thing personally but, to each their own. In the most private parts of your mind though, you admit that you can understand to some degree why people are so eager to hop on his dick, literally and figuratively. Regardless, you wouldn't be tempted. No matter how hard he tried.

The realisation that you'd never seen Hyunjin in his element hits you like a truck once you find te studio he was referring to. You're stunned by how gracefully and powerfully he moves through the choreography, his face laser focused. Knocking yourself out of the daze he had you under, you make your way over to one of the benches seemingly for spectators, people's possessions and whatever other uses people could find for them. Hugging your backpack to your chest, your eyes once again find Hyunjin and you're hooked. He's covered in sweat, his long, black hair sticking to his neck and forehead. Arms flexing with every moment of his body, a flimsy tank top is all he has covering his torso and sweatpants to match his overall casual attire. You know in the most rational part of your mind that there's nothing objectively obscene about the way he's moving but, you can't help the warmth and the shocking lash of desire you feel watching him dance.

Hyunjin must feel your eyes on him because he looks up and meets your gaze. A knowing smirk makes its way onto his unnecessarily attractive face and you feel your face warm in embarrassment, looking away from his bemused eyes. Trying to focus on anything but, him, it feels like hours have passed before an older dancer finally draws the practice to an end. Relief courses through you at no longer being tempted to sneak glances at him. You're more than ready to get out of this studio, already getting up and slinging on your backpack. Hyunjin makes his way over to you as if he has all the time in the world and you once again resist the urge to roll your eyes. Once he reaches you, he invades your personal space. The scent of him making your head feel murky for a moment before he speaks, "Hey, so I need to take a shower before we head out and it's my turn to lock up the studio. Sorry but, you're going to have to wait a little while longer." It takes everything in you not to audibly huff in frustration, "Fine. Okay. Whatever, just hurry it up, Hyunjin. I want to get this godforsaken assignment done," you say, gritting your teeth in frustration as you settle back onto the bench. He just stands there for a moment, hovering over you with a look you can't quite place. Your confused and annoyed expression must bring him back to Earth because he turns to leave without making any snide remarks. Which you find a little surprising. Hyunjin usually never passes up on an opportunity to have the last word.

You're the last person remaining when Hyunjin finally makes it back from what you assume are the locker rooms for the dancers. He's in a black shirt that perhaps fits him a little too well and another pair of sweatpants, his hair still a little damp. Before you can stand up to leave once again, however, Hyunjin strides over to the door and locks it shut. Turning to face you with a look that can only be described as determination.

"Why'd you lock-"

"I see the way you look at me, you know," he interrupts you, leaning against the locked door. To say you're thrown off by his words would be an understatement. "And how do I look at you?" You ask, standing up and crossing your arms in annoyance. God, he really was the worst. "Like you want me. My mouth, my fingers or my cock, I don't think you'd be particularly choosey," he remarks while making his way over to you, an aura of a self-assuredness permeating from him with each step towards you. You're stunned. While Hyunjin doesn't shy away from making suggestive comments towards you, he's never been so outright obscene before. You're even more stunned by your body's betrayal at his words, your insides clenching at his words. "I- I would never. Only in your dreams, Hyunjin," you retort once you remember yourself, making sure to maintain eye contact with him to prove your seriousness. You've become somewhat used to have the frustrating man invade your personal space but, this time feels different. The way he's looking at you now is making you squirm, the want blatant and clear as day on his face.

"Why do you resist so hard? I think I've made it pretty obvious I'd happily fuck you too. This could work out great for both of us. Wait, unless you're a virgin-"

"I'm not a virgin!" You respond a little more defensively than you intended to. There's nothing wrong with being a virgin. You're just tired of people trying to use that as some kind of dig towards you. "I "resist" because I don't want you. I don't want to have sex with you. You're arrogant, annoying, fuck anything with a pulse, and you think just because you're ridiculously attractive you can get away with any and everything and, I'm sick of it!" You yell, panting at finally letting out everything you've been thinking and feeling for weeks. Hyunjin's face is a myriad of expressions. Hurt, astonishment and amusement being the most prominent. Part of does feel terrible for laying into him like that but, before you can apologise he says, "I'm flattered that you think I'm ridiculously attractive." "Of fucking course. You know what, I'm leaving. I'll do this assignment by myself. Unlock the fucking door, Hyunjin," you say, grabbing your bag and walking past him to the door. "Wait, fuck, I'm sorry. Don't leave," he hurriedly apologises, grabbing your wrist to halt your movements. "Don't touch me," you tell him in a tone hard as ice, his hand flying from you. "I'm sorry. I just- I don't know how to do this. Every other way I've tried to make a move on you hasn't worked and, I thought being more straightforward would be the way to go but, I fucked that up too. I just think you're so smart and pretty, well really hot actually and way nicer to me than I probably deserve," he rambles, ears red as he shyly rubs his neck.

Today feels like a fever dream. Not only are reeling from his words but, you never thought you'd see the day Hwang Hyunjin got shy and flustered. "Woah Hyunjin slow down. You're talking a mile a minute. You-You like me? That's why you've been doing...all of this for the past few weeks?" You ask, still completely gobsmacked by all of this. He blushes. Hyunjin straight up blushes and nods, that seemingly all he's capable of right now. "You could've just talked to me like a normal person," you say exasperated, trying to meet his gaze. "I'm not used to that. The other ways I usually go about getting girls work 10 times out of 10 so, thought I'd try them with you," he explains with a mixture of shyness and nonchalance. This time you do roll your eyes directly in his face, "Well looks like your success rate has dropped."

"So, you don't want me?"

His question makes you take pause. You know logically lying is the best solution here but, you can't help but wonder what sex with Hyunjin entails. While he's well-known as a campus whore, that's a title that comes with high praise along with it. People recounting their escapades with him with hearts in their eyes and dreamy sighs. Is it worth it?

"I-I don't not want you," you stammer, the tables feeling turned now. The nervous Hyunjin from moments ago seemingly vanishing as he moves closer to you, mere centimetres keeping your bodies apart. "I won't do anything until you say yes," he mutters, his breath fanning over your skin and his voice deeper than it was awhile ago. "I- yes, okay. I want you, okay?" You finally relent, dropping your bag in surprise when he weaves his fingers into your hair and pulls you into a scorching kiss.

If anyone asks, you'll deny ever moaning into Hyunjin's mouth as soon as your lips met. Your hands reach up to fist his shirt while you two continue your impromptu makeout session in the studio. His other hand reaches down and grabs a generous handful of your ass over your checkered skirt. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that. You're always tempting me in these tiny skirts," he groans against your mouth when you gasp at the contact. You can't help the way your eyes roll into the back of your head when he tugs on your hair to gain access to kiss along your neck, the pain from the sting going straight to your clit. "Oh, you like that? My my, for such a prim and proper woman, I didn't expect you to be a masochist," he says teasingly against your neck, kissing and making sure to nip at areas that gain particularly strong reactions from you. "That's y-your fault for ah assuming," you retort, your fingernails biting into his skin through his shirt. "You have quite the mouth on you. Maybe I should shut you up with my cock," he threatens, kissing his way up to your ear. The moan that flies from your mouth at his words is completely uncontrollable, arousal making your panties stick to you uncomfortably now. Hyunjin chuckles with dark amusement at your reaction, "I don't think we have time for that unfortunately. Maybe next time I'll let you choke my cock." Before you can think too deeply about his mention of a next time, his hands move to pull your shirt off of you and you let him.

"Speaking of tempting, fuck," he says, eyes lidded while takes in the sight of you in your baby pink bra. He reaches behind you to unclasp it and you're vaguely impressed that he does it with one hand. Before your bra can even hit the floor, he's on you. His hot, wet mouth sucking on your nipple while his enormous hand cups and toys with the opposite breast. At this point you couldn't keep yourself quiet even if you wanted to. Your little noises of pleasure seem to be egging Hyunjin on though because soon the hand that was toying with you slowly makes it way down to the hem of your skirt. You're not sure who moans louder when his fingers first make contact with your ruined underwear. Taking his mouth off of you with a loud pop, he leans into your saying, "You're already so soaked for me, baby. I haven't even done anything yet but, I'm flattered." I-I could say the same for you too," you respond, cupping his erection over his sweatpants. The groan he let's out at your touch almost makes you want to push him down and ride him until you both can't move but, you doubt he'd let you. Maybe next time. "You're proving to be quite the brat. Maybe some punishment is in order," he says once he remembers himself, moving your hand from touching him.

He drags you to the wall of mirrors lining the practice room, "Put your hands against the mirror and bend over for me baby," he commands in a tone that leaves little room for question. You're surprised when you first see your reflection. Your hair a mess, lips bruised from how passionately he had kissed you and your eyes thoroughly glossed over with want. Perhaps Hyunjin was worth the hype after all. Gingerly, you place your hands against the mirror and bend over, appreciating the cool reprieve the glass provides to your overheated system. In the mirror, you can see Hyunjin make his way behind you. His eyes meeting yours briefing before he removes his shirt, dropping it unceremoniously to join your clothes on the dance practice floor. Another wave of want crashes over you at the sight of him, all lean muscle. If you weren't already on thin ice with him, you'd turn around and reach for him but, you remain put. Tense in anticipation of what he's going to do next.

"If you'd been better behaved, I might've let you cum," he says, intense eyes meeting yours again as he eases your wrecked panties down to rest around your thighs. "I'll stop if you close your eyes or look away," is all the warning he gives you before sinking two of his long fingers into you. You cry out at the stretch, fingernails digging into the mirror slightly. It takes all of your willpower not to shut your eyes, thighs already quaking from just his fingers.

"Oh? Looks like you do know how to behave after all."

"Hy-Hyunjin please, harder," you beg, frustrated tears building from his lazy pace.

"You don't get to make requests here," he says simply before his unoccupied hands spanks you. Hard. A gasp flies from you, leaning against the mirror for more support. His hand rubbing your ass to ease some of the sting while his fingers begin to ever so slightly pick up the pace. This time you can't help it as your eyes shut, starting to feel overwhelmed by him and your insides gripping his fingers like a vice. "You just don't know how to listen," he admonishes with mock disappointment as his hand spanks your opposite cheek, harder than the first. Your eyes do fly open at that, fresh arousal coating his fingers and your upper thighs. "I'm s-sorry. It was just too much," you say sincerely apologetic. You think you may just lose your mind if he doesn't let you cum. His reflection shoots a mischievous grin at you before he focuses his attention on watching his fingers disappear inside of you. "God, if you weren't such a brat, you'd be stuffed full of my cock by now," he groans at the sight of you, his hand moving from your ass to apply some pressure to his clothed erection. At that you whine loudly and pathetically, pressing back into his fingers and looking at him directly over your shoulder, "Hyunjin please! I need it, I'm sorry."

His fingers still inside you for a moment as he regards you. You think you've fucked up briefly. Scared that he won't touch you at all and leave you like this: wet and empty and aching. Slowly, he pulls them out of you. Maintaining eye contact as he laps at his fingers greedily, briefly shutting his eyes from the taste of you. "Next time, I'm going to make sure I get to taste you properly," he says once he's licked his fingers clean, eyes dark with promise. His annoyingly attractive smug smirk returns when you unintentionally moan at his words, feeling more empty and touch starved than you've felt in months. Hyunjin must feel impatient too because he shoves his boxers and sweatpants down his legs hurriedly. You're surprised you're not dripping onto the floor with how wet you are and, the sight of his cock isn't helping matters.

In your most private moments, you may have thought about what his cock looked like. All you knew for certain was that it was definitely pretty and, you were absolutely correct. It's flushed red, pre-cum smearing his abs from where it smacks against him once freed. Your body moves completely without your say so, hips trying to press back into him for some kind of friction. Hyunjin simply watches you in parts amusement and parts unfiltered want. You almost sob in relief when he stands behind you once again, his cock in hand. Something like realisation washes over him for a moment before takes a step back and says, "Uh, I don't have any condoms on me. Wasn't really expecting my dance practice to end like this-" "It's fine. I'm on the pill," you impatiently interrupt him, meeting his taken aback expression with a sure one of your own. "A-Are you sure? I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to," he says, rubbing his neck in that shy awkward way of his yet again. "Hyunjin, I would've left a very long time ago if I wasn't sure," you assure him once again before adding, "but, if you don't want to you don't have-"

"I want to."

"Well, then what are you waiting for?" You goad him with another look over your shoulder, a smirk of your own on your lips.

"I can't wait to fuck the brat out of you," he mutters, aligning himself with your entrance and sinking into you slowly. His hands gripping your hips harshly as he does. "So fucking tight," he moans out, continuing to watch himself entering you. You're not fairing much better. The delicious sting of being split open by his cock makes the tears fall down your face freely, your eyes shutting from all that he's making you take. "Hyunjin," as all you can whimper out when he finally bottoms out, both of you shudder from being so intimately connected. Slowly, he begins to stroke into you. Giving you time to adjust to the way his tip kisses the deepest parts of you and, his girth stretches you. You really hope everyone has gone home because the moans and whimpers flying from your mouth border on pornographic. "You take me so well, baby," he groans, one of his hands coming up to your front and wrapping around your throat. Maybe it's the use of the pet name while he's fucking you stupid on his cock or maybe it's his massive hand around your neck but, you clench around him hard then. "Hyun-Hyunjin you feel so good. So big inside me," you gasp out, your teary eyes meeting his feral ones in the mirror. He seems to throb extra hard at the praise, tightening his grip on the sides of your neck as a reward. "Yeah? You like taking this big cock, baby?" He asks lowly against the skin of your shoulder, his other hand reaching around to slowly rub your neglected clit.

The ability to form a coherent sentence flies out the proverbial window when his skilled fingers brush against you. He seems to be feeling gracious as he picks up speed, drawing quick circles against you. Whether it's from the way you grip him so tightly he can barely move, the fucked out expression on your face, the increase in pitch of your moans or all of the above, Hyunjin can tell you're close. "Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me? Cum all over my cock?" He asks breathlessly, his trained hips picking up speed into a brutal pace as he watches you beginning to unravel before him and, chases his own release.

If it wasn't for his arms helping to support you, you're certain you'd either collapse into a heap onto the floor or face plant into the mirror with how intensely your orgasm washes over you. Hyunjin's hand even comes up to cover your mouth at some point in an attempt to silence your apparently loud moans, fucking you through your climax all the while. Vaguely you can make out him saying words like 'good girl', 'so good' and 'so fucking hot' but, you're not too sure. You're barely able to think coherently right now. Slowly, you start to come back to yourself, still heavily leaning against the mirror for support but, atleast you're still standing somehow. Hyunjin is still thrusting into you, his pace frantic as he chases his release. You weakly moan against his hand, the other one now grabbing a handful of your ass in a bruising grip.

"Fuck. Gonna cum, baby. Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groans, throwing his head back as he finally still inside you. You watch his blissed out face in the view provided by the mirror, moans increasing in pitch from how violently he pulses inside of you and, the overwhelming amount of his cum that floods your still spasming pussy. He weakly thrusts into you during the last moments of his climax, wrapping his arms around your waist as your mingled, rapid breaths fog up the glass infront of you.

"Well, that was certainly one way to ask you out, I guess."

[leeknowslaughh]

I’m just a girl LAWD HAVE MERCY

[fluffylino]

I'm so tempted to write more of boypussy!skz 🥹

it has taken over my brain-

[everlastingspring143]

Two idiots▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

What this is: brainrot I wrote at 2AM

Pairing: Han Jisung x reader

Genre: fluff/angst? I think

Note: I really wanted to try out writing, but this kinda sucks. If you do end up reading it, constructive criticism would be highly appreciated ♡ Also, English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for all the mistakes.

The frantic ringing of your doorbell snapped you out of focus. You've been so immersed in your studies that you haven't even noticed the shift of the weather.

When you stood up to see who's at the door, the view from your window caught your eye - a huge blizzard outside. Due to global warming, the winters have become harsher.

"I'm coming!" You yelled out after hearing the doorbell buzz once again. You weren't expecting any guests today.

"Surprise" Nervous laughter escapes Jisung's mouth "You didn't expect me to be here, right? I wasn't planning on visiting you either, but unfortunately, the weather had other plans- And-" The boy spilled out streams of sentences without even cathing his breath.

You gave him a warm smile, hoping that it will help him calm down a bit and that it will hide your surprise and the lump forming at your throat. You aren't the best with words, and Jisung isn't the best with stressful or unexpected situations.

Jisung laughs nervously again. "Basically, I came to the university because I had forgotten my laptop there earlier, but when I walked outside, there was a huge blizzard! And you are the only one I know who lives around this area, so I was wondering if I could stay here until the weather settles down." It seems that he has memorised and repeated these words a number of times because he recited it so fast.

"Uhm.. Sure, come in." You move aside to let him in. Han was one of your best friends. You always did university projects together at your apartment, and afterwards you'd end up watching horror movies. Like two pieces of a puzzle, you clicked so well together, so it came as a shock to you when he just stopped talking to you. It was like you turned invisible. That was three months ago and now things seem a bit... awkward.

"Did you eat dinner already?" You inquire after the silence between you two became deafening. Your anger dissolved some time ago, all that was left was the emptiness and confusion.

"No, I haven't yet. I've been so stressed about finding my laptop that I totally forgot about eating." He pouts.

You grin. "Alright, I'll cook us some noodles then." You say as you take out a pan. "Could I be of any help?" Jisung fidgets with his hoodie strings until you nod with approvement. It seems like it's going to be an interesting experience.

"I'm sorry I came here unannounced. I completely disregarded the blizzard warning because my laptop is a priority." Han swiftly chops the chives. It seems like he's forgotten that he ignored you for three months straight, as if you were a ghost.

"It's alright, I wasn't really busy anyways."

"Ah right, what were you up to? It's so quiet here."

"Just studying. I wanted to prepare for the upcoming exam on friday."

"Friday?! Woah, you started early. No wonder you always get top marks. But don't you get lonely studying here alone?"

"I don't really mind."

Soon, your apartment was filled with the smell of noodles and the sound of Jisungs voice and laughter. Was your apartment always so bright? Or is it just Jisung? You can't deny that you've missed hanging out with him, and you feel like your throat is suddenly scratchy. Were you the one at fault? Did your friendship crumble because of you?

♡♡♡

"Thank you for the food." Your classmate smiled brightly as he finished washing the dishes, and you cleaned the kitchen table. After finishing the meal, he has been nervously glancing at his watch every few minutes. It currently showed 10pm.

"When is this blizzard going to end?" The question is directed towards himself as he scrolls through his phone. And then he looks up at you a bit worried. You turn your eyes toward the screen:

Biggest blizzard up to date!!! Experts say that it is going to last at least until morning of the next day. We advise all citizens to stay in shelter!!!

"Next morning?! What am I going to do? Taxis are also not taking requests, and busses are paused..." Jisung runs his hand through his hair, making it look messier. You used to braid them into tiny braids.

You try your best to come up with solutions, but find only one. "...You can stay over if you want." You know him well enough to know that he wouldn't do anything weird.

Jisungs eyes are wide open. You notice the way light reflects on them, shimmering like the stary skies. "Are you serious? I couldn't - I can't, I've already barged in here unannounced, I really don't want to be more of a bother! No way!" His cheeks flush in a bright red color.

"You're not a bother, I promise! But it's alright if you're not comfortable, I won't force you."

He lets out a defeated sigh. "Are you really sure you're okay with me staying here?"

"Yes, I'm very sure." You reply with a smile. Your throat feels scratchy again. You never used to be so polite with each other, but now it seems as if there's a wall between you two... Three months is a long time. But you remember that there's another problem at hand.

As a broke university student, you found the best place you could live in, near the university and for a very low price - sounds like a good deal, right? Well, not really, since it's also pretty cramped up here. There is a tiny kitchen, a bathroom which looks like it was made for dwarves and the smallest bedroom, which barely fits your bed so your wardrobe and desk take up the rest of that poor excuse of a bedroom. You usually didn't complain since it's a good deal for the price, and you're happy you even have a kitchen, but you've never had anyone sleep over, which means that you'll have to share your bed.

"Well, you can go brush your teeth, you'll find a new toothbrush in the pink cabinet. And I'll look for some oversized sweats for you." It wasn't hard to find some sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt which wasn't very oversized on Jisung.

♡♡♡

Currently, you both have changed into comfier clothes and brushed your teeth, so you are now standing in front of the single bed.

A nervous laugh escapes your mouth. "Maybe I should've invested in a more expensive apartment...". The bed was fairly small but big enough to fit both of you. However, you couldn't promise full comfort.

"Let's try to maintain a distance." Jisung also laughed nervously. You were glad that the light was off, otherwise, you wouldn't be able to hide the warmth spreading over your cheeks. Jisung has been one of your closest friends for a long while, but you've always maintained this invisible line. Sleeping in the same bed seems like crossing it. But then again, you can't really call this a friendship anymore.

These thoughts followed you into bed as Han laid down next to you. Your mind was louder than the snowstorm raging outside your window. Why did your friendship fall apart? You had this question the whole evening.

"...Hey, Jisung?" You feel a lump in your throat.

"Hm? What's up?" How can he act like nothing's wrong? You pinch yourself to keep your composure.

"I was wondering..." Your throat feels tight and you feel very warm. "What happened three months ago?" You feel your eyes getting watery as you sit up and turn torwards his side in the dark.

"Oh." Silence. "Well, I've been busy for a while, so I couldn't really hang out."

"You're a bad liar." You scoff. "Did I turn invisible? Was I suddenly non-existent to you? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me, Ji" When did you start crying? Was the room always this stuffy? Jisung seems to notice because he sits up.

"H-Hey, don't cry.." His demeanor immediately switches when he realises you're crying.

"Just answer, please." You sound a bit desperate. "I've missed you, Ji. You don't know how many nights I've traced back our conversations and analyzed all the things I've said, trying to find what was wrong. Did I offend you? Do I talk too much?" You finally took the weight off your shoulders as your tears turned into sobs.

Suddenly you are pulled into a warm comforting embrace.

"You never did anything wrong, I was just being foolish... I love you... but I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I thought if I hid my one-sided love well enough, I'd protect our friendship. Turns out I just hurt you more. I'm an idiot and I'm so sorry..." You feel him lay his head in the crook of your neck. The wet patches reveal that he's also crying.

"You're right. You are an idiot." You move away from his arms to look at him. "You're an idiot for thinking that your love is one-sided." You sniffle as your tears have stopped. Jisung tenses up and looks at you.

"So does that mean...?" He looks at you completely surprised.

"I love you too." You wrap your arms around his neck, and he returns the hug. You feel the warmth radiating off him. "So please, never ever ignore me like that again. Promise?"

"I promise."

♡♡♡

As the blizzard continued, you two had a long needed talk. And by the time that natural disaster came to an end, both of you were cuddled up like a pair of cats, sleeping soundly.

[strayklds]

HAN ✧ UNVEIL TRACK : GET LIT

[frisslimbim]

Silly littol gremlins doing cuddle pile heh