#stray kids one shots

[zeroeightzeroone]

homesick - han jisung

love collection

genre: comfort, angst? soft

pairings: fem!reader (infp) x idol!han jisung (istp)

warnings: none?

wc ~3.7k | moodboard

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you miss your boyfriend–you miss him a lot.

how could you not?

all you have wanted to do for the past couple of weeks is throw your arms around jisung and hold him close. you want to keep your boyfriend so tightly against your chest that you're encapsulated by the warmth radiating off his body, the warmth that never fails to comfort you, resting your head against his chest to listen to how his heart beats in tandem with your own. you miss the physical closeness with jisung.

stray kids has been on tour since late april this year, and the last leg of the tour is expected to end early april next year. while that's quite a long time for the boys to be away, they'd be back in asia in late july and on a break until the tour kicks back up in early september. it's currently the beginning of july.

thankfully, you weren't taking any summer courses. through the grace of whatever higher power there is up there, you managed to convince your boss to let you work remotely so you could join jisung and the boys for two weeks during the japanese leg of their tour back at the beginning of june.

you loved watching jisung perform. seeing him firsthand from the crowd, in his element when he's on stage, performing his art and perfecting his craft, makes your heart lurch; you fall for the man all over again, watching him up there. seeing it firsthand is completely different from watching videos of him–you can feel the energy radiating off him when he's up there.

at the end of those two weeks, you and the boys ended up in the same place: the airport. you were boarding a plane back to seoul, and they were boarding a plane to their first tour stop in america. due to the influx of reporters and fans waiting at narita international airport, your goodbyes to the boys and their staff had to be in the hotel, inside your rooms, hours before checkout time.

knock, knock, knock.

"come in!" you call whoever is on the other side of the door; if it's any of the boys, then they will be accompanied by jisung, who has the extra room key for your room.

you grunt in a squatting position as you move your luggage from laying on the ground, on its back, to standing upright on its wheels. you hear the keycard machine beep from the other side of the door in confirmation as you're hunched over, wheeling your luggage up against the wall before standing up straight and rubbing your palms against your jeans. you watch as the front door opens to reveal the eight boys, jisung in front, holding the keycard to your hotel room. behind them, the managers and some guards come into the room with them, but the bodyguards stay outside.

"y/n!" felix whines with a pout as he pushes forward, running to you and enveloping you in his arms, "fly safe, okay?"

you pat the freckled boy's back appreciatively as you nod.

"make sure you text ji when you land, okay?"

"i will, but you guys will still be in the air when he gets that message."

felix pulls away, his hands on your shoulders as he looks at you, "still, it's the thought that counts." you smile and giggle at felix, who moves aside for the next couple of members to say their goodbyes to you.

your exchanges with jeongin, minho and changbin are on the shorter side; brief hugs with jeongin and changbin, who thank you for coming to support them in concert, meanwhile minho gives you a half hug and pats your head as he bids you farewell, thanking you for taking two weeks out of the many months jisung will spend talking about how much he'll miss you.

meanwhile, hyunjin, chan and seungmin's hugs last a little longer when you're swayed around a little bit and told to be safe, get a lot of rest on the plane and not miss them too much. chan lets you know that if there is any other time you're going to be free when they're on tour, let them know, and they'll arrange everything for you–from the plane tickets to where you're staying–anything at all.

seungmin, the member you're closest to after your boyfriend, whispers in your ear quietly to ensure it's kept between the two of you: "i know you're going to ask me to take care of jisung for you, so don't worry about that. don't worry about hannie; we all got him."

the reassurance brings a smile to your face, and your grip on seungmin gets tighter in appreciation. the boy sways your bodies back and forth, patting your back when you separate. when he pulls away, he steps aside to reveal your boyfriend standing there with a pout, his big, brown eyes glossy as tears build up at his waterline. you have to bite your lip to keep from sobbing.

you were already feeling on the verge of tears when felix came rushing in and pulled you into a hug. chan's words about arranging anything and everything if you're free, then seungmin assuring you that they'll look out for your boyfriend while on tour and now, here's your boyfriend, your hannie, your jisung, looking at you with teary eyes.

you open your arms and jisung runs into them, prompting you to take a step back at the sudden impact, but jisung's tight grip around your waist protects you from any chance of falling backward. jisung buries his face in the crook of your neck while your arms are wrapped around his neck, your chin resting on his shoulder as your eyes are squeezed shut. your grip on each other is tight, knowing that once either of you lets go, the next time you'll be in each other's arms is in two months.

jisung lets a choked whimper slip out that he tries to hide with a cough. you smack his back gently, "ya!"

you clear your throat, trying your best to stay composed and stern as you utter the next words.

"if you cry, i'm going to cry too!" your voice cracks and trembles as you speak.

"i'm not crying," he denies. though his voice is muffled from his head buried in the crook of your neck, you can clearly hear that it's softer than usual, shaky, and uneasy.

you let out a pained laugh, "liar." the tears flow down your cheeks as you hold him even tighter.

"i'm not lying!" jisung continues to deny. he lifts his head up from your neck, and you stand there, still in each other's arms, looking at each other, "see."

what you see is how jisung's cheeks are flushed, wet with tears that probably fell and landed on the fabric of the hoodie you're wearing, his lashes clumped together with tears as he tries to keep his lips pursed together when they're trembling and threatening to go back to that pout. on the other hand, your tears are freely falling as you stare up at your boyfriend through your fluttering lids, mouth opening and closing as you breathe heavily through your pouted lips, cheeks also flushed and damp. you smack his chest.

"what?" he whines.

you open your mouth to laugh at him, but instead, a sob comes out. you fall back into his arms and bury your face into his chest as you cry.

"look who's crying now," jisung retorts as his arms move around your body again, holding you close. one hand rests on the small of your back while the other caresses your hair.

"yeah, the both of you," minho teases and jisung glares at the boy, but the older one just smiles back.

the rest of the boys watch the exchange between you and jisung with a slight ache in their chests as they remember how hard it was to say goodbye to their friends and family before leaving. chan looks around and he gathers everyone to leave, wanting to give you and jisung a minute alone to say your goodbyes before the driver takes you to the airport.

pulling away, jisung moves his hands to your face and brushes your hair back, some strands sticking to your skin because of tears as you hiccup. even when your hair is out of your face, he continues to stroke your hair back while the other hand is on your cheek, gently caressing the skin with the pad of his thumb. the two of you stare up at each other, sniffling.

"i love you," jisung whispers, his voice hoarse from crying.

you nod, sniffling and hiccuping in return, "i love you too."

jisung smiles down at you, "hey, i'll be back before you know it."

your eyelids flutter as you blink quickly, and your hands play with the back of the sweatshirt jisung is wearing.

"i'll text you everyday," he reminds, "i'll call you as much as i can, and as much our schedules and the time zones allow for."

you sigh shakily, "i'm gonna miss you so much."

"i'm going to miss you so much too, my love," jisung brushes your hair back again, "god, i wish i could just take you with me. two months away from you? that's too long."

you snicker, nodding in agreement, "i do too. but hey, i'll get to see so many videos of you taken by stay, doing your thing on stage."

your boyfriend smiles, gazing down at you lovingly.

"i'm so proud of you. look at you," you sigh, lips curled up in a smile, "my boyfriend is going on a world tour."

"do you know what that means?" you tilt your head in confusion, "souvenirs from every stop that remind me of you!"

since he left, both of you have been sending texts daily and video calls whenever your schedules permit it and when the time zones line up enough so it isn't too early or too late for either of you.

sometimes your calls only prompt you to miss jisung even more, wishing he was next to you and that his voice wasn't just coming through a device while he's on the other side of the world, but the distance also means you continue to long for the day jisung comes home. you know his parents long for that day as well, his mother sending you texts every couple of days asking when you're free so you can go out together. as jisung likes to put it–spending time with her future daughter-in-law.

however, as the number of days away from jisung increases, the number of days before jisung returns also decreases. with that in mind, you try to stay positive and look forward to the day he comes home.

now that the boys are in america, they've been quite busy rehearsing, checking and then rechecking their formations and any technical details that could go wrong during the concerts, the process repeating at each venue as they sync up their equipment with the new venues. their team organizing and making sure everything is okay with the venue and other organizers. as a result, jisung has been too busy to call late at night as he passes out the moment he's in his hotel room from the venue, then waking up a couple hours later to hop on a flight to the next destination.

he sends you texts here and there throughout his day, sending random photos of himself and the members during rehearsals or before and after the show. on jisung's end, he sent a text over when he landed early in the morning, saying he could probably hop on a call quickly when he gets to the hotel, seeing as they're going to be in inglewood for a little over a week for two shows instead of one. you were about to leave work when the message came through. going home for the evening when the message reminded you of your phone call with jisung's mother.

"hello, eomeonim (mother-in-law)," you greet when the line connects.

"y/n, myeoneuri (daughter-in-law)," she speaks into the phone, her tone sweet as usual. she doesn't say anything for a moment before speaking, "is this a bad time? you don't sound like you're at home?"

"ah, sorry eomeonim," you apologize, "i just got off the bus, but i'm on the way home now. but don't worry, i can talk if you need me."

"ah okay, i won't keep you too long then, myeoneuri," she assures before continuing, "have you spoken to jisung on the phone recently?"

you hum as you think, "I think it's been a couple of days since our last phone call; why? is he okay?"

you hear jisung's mother sigh on the other end of the line, "i'm a little worried, if i'm honest," you hum in acknowledgment and she continues, "he sounded quite down on our phone call yesterday and the day before. he told me not to worry when i asked… i know this might be a lot, but would you mind talking to him? if it's you, he'll open up more–at least, he'll have talked about what's on his mind."

"yeah, yeah, of course," you agree, "i'll see if we can call tonight, and i'll check up on him, see how he's doing, eomeonim. don't worry too much, i'm sure ji is okay!"

she chuckles on the other end, "ah, you sound just like him, y/n. don't tell him i sent you!"

you laugh in response to her rushed addition at the end of her statement: "i won't say anything," she sighs in relief, "was there anything else you were curious about?"

she hums, "nothing else, thank you so much, myeoneuri. i'll see you on the weekend, okay? come over whenever you want! the door is always open for you!"

your cheeks flush in embarrassment as you smile, "thank you, i'll see you in a couple of days. bye eomeonim!"

"goodbye, myeoneuri! get home safely. i love you," she bids her farewells, which you exchange right back with her before she hangs up the call.

thinking back to that conversation, you wonder what worried jisung's mother about him; was it how he spoke? his tone? the words he used? was he quite active in the conversation, or did he seem more passive? you wonder what exactly she meant by jisung sounding quite down, but you guess you'll figure it out when he calls you in the morning.

it's around eight in the morning when your phone rings from the bedside table. yunjin should already be awake and ready for work, so the ringer volume doesn't wake anyone up except you. you roll around, feeling around the bedside table for the device. you accept his call quickly and place the phone to your ear.

a deep yawn leaves your lips before you say, "ji baby?"

you hear him hum in acknowledgment on the other end before he replies, "yeah, baby, it's me." a sleepy smile forms on your lips at the sound of his voice. " did I wake you?"

you groan softly as you flick the lamp on, the sudden brightness causing you to squint, "yes but i don't mind. i just wanna hear your voice. are you back at the hotel now?"

"yeah, we got back a while ago. i just wanted to be ready for bed before calling; this way i can fall asleep while you're on the line," jisung explains, and you feel your cheeks heat up at his sentiments.

he continues to talk about what they did today. you're gradually more awake and more attentive as the minutes pass, so eventually, you realize what jisung's mother was referring to when it sounded like he's been down. jisung is speaking monotone, his voice softer, and when he speaks, it sounds like his mind is elsewhere.

when he's finished, you decide to segway into that conversation, "how are you feeling?"

he pauses for a moment, taken aback before he shrugs, "i'm tired, it's been a long day of rehearsal. what about you? how are you feeling?"

"i'm doing good, i'm hearing your voice, so i'm doing great," you answer quickly before he tries to shift the conversation to you, "are you physically tired or?"

jisung is lying in bed as he speaks to you, looking up at the ceiling and thinking of his replies, "yeah. dancing and all."

"emotionally?"

"emotionally?" he repeats to which you confirm, "i mean… i'm okay–better now since i'm hearing your voice after a couple of days… it's been a busy last couple of days."

you nod, running a hand through your tangled hair as you listen to jisung on the other end. his tone is still distracted as his words graze over how he's feeling, avoiding delving deeper into it. realizing that maybe he isn't ready to delve deeper into his emotions, you allow him to shift the conversation to your life and what you've been up to while he's been on tour–asking you how work has been and if anything new has occurred. you answer jisung honestly; there is nothing new at work as it's the same job you've had since getting into university; the only new events would be the lunch you have on the weekend with jisung's mother, aunt and grandmother.

the latter part of your updates brings a smile to jisung's lips, his heart warming at the thought of the most important women in his life spending quality time together. but at the same time, hearing your updates about your life back at home, no matter how small you think they are or if they're the same things that always happen, has jisung's chest aching in a completely different way.

"ji?" you call, not hearing anything coming from his end, "did you fall asleep?" you pause to listen, to survey whether or not you hear soft snores or heavy breathing that indicate that he is indeed asleep.

instead, jisung responds after a couple of moments, "i'm still here. i'm awake."

"are you okay?" you wonder, "if you're tired then i can go–"

"no, don't go," he quickly interrupts, "sorry."

"don't apologize, i just wanna make sure you're okay," you reassure, and you hear him hum in acknowledgment.

"i miss you," he declares softly, his voice solemn as he speaks.

"i miss you too, ji," you sigh, instinctively clutching the pillow closer to your chest.

the boy on the other end ponders for a moment before continuing, "i miss you a lot. i don't really know how to explain it," jisung blinks up at the ceiling, "i miss you all the time, but when we get back to the hotel or when i'm not performing, i miss you even more."

jisung's eyebrows knit in frustration as he continues to explain himself.

"i love being on stage, i love performing," he states, "i can't explain how i feel when i'm performing either, but… there's a feeling of contentment or fullness? i don't know… i just know i love to be up there. but…"

"but?" you encourage him to continue as his words trail off.

"but when i get back to the hotel, or when it's all over, i feel tired: the adrenaline doesn't last as long as it usually does. but even though i'm tired, it's hard to fall asleep."

you aren't sure where to place jisung's words, unsure if you've ever felt the way he's been feeling lately, uncertain if you can relate, but at the least, you want to understand and reassure him that you're there.

"there's a feeling of emptiness that kinda just sits there when i'm not on stage," his voice is softer when he says the word 'emptiness' like it's a fragile word, one he's unsure of, "i wasn't sure what it was before but listening to you talk started to help me realize what caused the emptiness."

"something i said helped you realize?" you repeat for clarification.

"yeah, listening to you talk about home, work, the local cafes, the conversations you have with my mom–just everything about your life at home," jisung lists, "i'm feeling homesick."

your lips part in awe when the last word leaves his mouth, the singular word allowing you to reconceptualize what he said previously and gain a greater understanding.

"i tried my best to distract myself and rehearse more to combat those feelings of emptiness but nothing seemed to work; it just stuck there. listening to you helped combat some of my homesickness but…"

"but it's still there," you finish his sentence, and he agrees with a sigh.

"i love being onstage, i feel so alive when i'm up there," now, when jisung speaks, his tone is clearer, and his thoughts are clearer, the way he's speaking signalling that instead of being lost in his own thoughts he's got both feet on the ground and he's working through them, "but i miss home so much. god… i miss you so damn much."

you smile sadly when you hear him sniffle.

"i miss my bed at the dorms, the air fryer at the dorms that we don't even use. i miss the smell of your laundry detergent and shampoo, i miss being in your arms, and you playing with my hair. i miss being at home."

jisung cries softly as he speaks, sniffling and continuing to list off the things that he misses at home. it brings tears to your eyes; using your comforter to dab the tears off your face.

"hey…" you call into the phone, "would it help if i sent little voice messages throughout the day so you could hear my voice? i can send pictures of things you love here too? just a couple more weeks, and you'll be here, and i'll hold you so tightly you get sick of me."

"i'll never be sick of being in your arms," he remarks, "and if it isn't too much, i would love that, all of it." jisung smiles at your suggestions, appreciative of you and your ideas to help him combat his homesickness until he's back in seoul.

"i'll try my best."

"baby?" he coos, prompting a soft response from you, "do you think we can video call? i wanna see your face before i sleep. can you stay until i fall asleep?"

your cheeks heat up from your boyfriend's suggestion, and your heart feels giddy at seeing his face for a couple of minutes before he falls asleep. " of course, baby."

[bbyquokka]

my soul mate is my cat

pairing: lee minho x gender-neutral reader

genre: angst with a comfort ending – MDNI

synopsis: you adopt a cat to help ease the pain realising he is similar to someone you once held close to you

warnings: animal adoption, mental health, loneliness, unable to care for oneself, soft ending, soul mates, reincarnation

words: 1.7k ~ (1,704)

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“why don't you adopt a cat!” you look up at your best friend and laugh.

“a cat?” you scoff. “seriously?”

your best friend nods and grins before taking a sip of their spirit. you're both out on a best friend date, eating at a local café whilst catching up on life.

“why not? cats are easy to take care off!” 

“i can hardly look after myself let alone an animal.” you chuckle softly.

“oh c'mon yn! are you not lonely since.. well, y'know..” you swallow as your best friend trails off. you let out a sad sigh as you look down at your pastry, suddenly feeling nauseous and the pastry looking unappetizing.

you have noticed that the days are long but the nights are even longer. since being alone, your apartment has felt twice the size of what it usually is. you haven't become lazy per say but the appeal of washing dishes and doing laundry just drains you the more you think about it, causing a pile to build and build until it becomes unmanageable. everything just reminded you of him, of minho. you hated being in the same four walls for that exact reason but you feared that if you left, you’d forget so you willingly trapped yourself.

you'd worry you'd forget about his smell. how he sounded. how he dressed. you still have all his belongings, scared and refusing to throw them out or give them away. every item of clothing still holds his scent, that scent that brings you so much comfort yet such sadness. everything of his still sits on your dressing table. photos, trinkets, dried up flowers, expired amusement park tickets–they're all memories.

nothing has quite been or felt the same. you went from being incredibly loved and being in love by an amazing and wonderful human to feeling nothing. just an empty shell walking and breathing. the only reason you are out right now is because your friend practically barged into your home unwelcomed, forced you to get dressed and dragged you out.

you can't deny that it feels nice to be outside again. the wind on your skin, the chirps of the birds and the buzz of pedestrians however, that part of you just wants to go home and bury yourself under heaps of blankets.

“c'mon yn. i think it'd be good for you. if not, at least think about it.” 

and think about it you do. as you wander around your apartment, all you can think about is a cat wandering around your home. maybe having a fluffy companion would do you some good. maybe it would bring you back and light that spark that's been extinguished.

the more the think about it, the more you want it. a sudden burst of energy rips through your body as you clean up your home. putting laundry in the machine, cleaning up dishes and throwing away trash. you bleach and disinfect every surface in your home, scrubbing until you can see your reflection in the counter tops. 

once that was done, you venture off to the pet store to grab the necessities. cat tree, scratching post, food and water bowls, litter box and litter alongside some food, treats and toys. maybe you overspent and the cat wouldn't use half of what you bought but it's better to be safe than sorry.

you made sure you home is cat friendly, feeling like you're baby proofing the apartment. you tuck away any loose cables, hide anything that could be potentially swallowed and cause harm. you haven't even decided if you want a cat or a kitten but either way, you will know once you come face to face with the animals.

“hi. i'm looking to adopt a cat.” you say to the shelter worker. you walked to your local shelter knowing it's better to adopt than to shop. they smile at you before asking you some questions and filling out some paperwork before leading you to the kennels.

there, you see a whole array of animals. puppies, kittens, dogs, cats. some old, some new. some frightened and some jumping all over the place with excitement. your heart melts but at the same time drops. seeing all these animals in kennels that have been abandoned and are waiting for their forever home, makes you wish you could just scoop them all up and take them home.

but for now, you can only pick one.

as you walk along the kennels, cooing and sighing at the adorable faces of the many breeds of dogs and cats, do you stop at one in particular.

you squat down as the cat stands from its resting place, uncurling itself and stretching out its stale limbs. it's a black, long coat cat with white around it's paws making it look like it's wearing socks. a little white moustache and white chest with long whiskers and pointy ears with tuffs of fur at the tips.

“hi.” you whisper as you put your hand up close to the metal. the cat sniffs your fingers, its pink nose twitching with each sniff before headbutting and rubbing its head on the bars. you stroke the back of its neck gently, heart melting as it starts to purr loudly.

“i want this one.” 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

it's been a few weeks since you adopted the cat, who's name is lee. lee was wary at first, hiding in the bathroom and nervous of its new surroundings and new noises. you spent time sitting outside the bathroom door trying to gently coax him out of the bathroom and let him know that he is safe.

soon enough, he gingerly stepped out off the bathroom, rubbing his head and body on your legs and hands as he would beg for attention. once lee knew he was safe did he show you his true side.

you learnt that he is a very playful yet stubborn cat. you'd catch him on the counter top (or even on top of the fridge) every time you tell him down, he would look at you and groom himself. you can't do anything about it though; he's a cute cat!

as you both slowly get accustomed to one another do you start to notice traits; traits that are all to familiar to you.

the slow blinks, the stubbornness, the playfulness. how he would meow at you when asking specific questions. the head tilts and the sudden swat of his paw on your hand; it's hard to explain to others but to you, you just know

it's a feeling you're all too familiar with. it's habits and traits you know far too well. you didn't want to believe it at first but now you're forced to. you even went as far as showing him a picture to which he nudged at and purred–like he is trying to tell you something.

you watch as he slowly sits up and stretches from your lap. your eyes widen at a distance mark on his fur in the same place as someone who was once close to you. lee looks at you and gives you slow blinks and purrs loudly as your eyes slowly full with tears.

“you're just like him, yknow.” you whisper. lee continues to give you soft blinks before gently placing his white paw on your cheek, his toes beans feeling soft yet firm against your skin. his fur soaking up your tears before he leans in and gently licks your cheek. his scratchy tongue swiping along your cheek as he gives you kisses to which you giggle at and hold him close to your chest.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“i'm not crazy.” you protest to your friend over the phone. “i swear, they're just like him!” 

“yn.. i know you miss him but that's impossible.”

“is it? i mean, don't you believe in the whole afterlife thing? y'know, being reborn and whatnot.”

“not particularly, no. it's just bizarre how you think that. are you ok, yn? like, really really ok?” you sigh deeply, rubbing your face with your hand.

“peachy. look, i know i sound crazy but it's true. it's just everything lee does is so alike to him. since adopting him, i feel more alive! like i have a purpose.”

“and that's great yn! but to say he is exactly like him is a little bizarre don't you think?” 

“well, yeah but– ah, never mind. look, i have to go. talk to you soon.” you hang up with a defeated sigh. of course they wouldn't believe you. you wouldn't if someone told you what you told your friend. they would have to see it to believe it; but even then, would they?

you drag your feet to your bedroom, smiling as you see lee curled up on his side of the bed. you flop down on your stomach, disturbing lee from his nap. his head shoots up, a tired and disapproved meow causing you to laugh softly.

“sorry darling. i didn't mean to wake you.” lee puts his head back down before letting out a big yawn. his ears twitching and soft purrs emitting as you gently pat his soft and silky fur.

“maybe i am a little crazy.” you say with a soft chuckle. “could you not give me a sign or something? i'll take anything at this point.” 

lee looks at you before getting up off the bed and walking out. you watch with a sad smile feeling defeated and your heart weighing you down.

moments later, lee walks back into the bedroom. he jumps up on the bed and drops a piece of clothing by your face. it's a sock but not just any sock–it's his favourite sock.

you sit up, holding the sock close to your chest as tears stream down your cheeks. you let out broken sobs as lee stands on his hind legs, front paws on your arms as he reaches up. you laugh softly, leaning down to allow him to lick your cheek slowly and gently to soothe you.

you scoop him up and nuzzle into his soft furr, getting it wet with your tears. lee endures it, purring softly and rubbing his face against your cheek.

“it's really you.” you whisper. “welcome back, my love.” 

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Don’t You Dare Pull Out - Han Jisung

W/C: 3K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Faster,” “DI need you to hold onto something then.” + “Don’t you dare pull out.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, kitchen sex, breast play, nipple sucking, clit stimulation, fingering, dirty talking, palming, cum tasting, unprotected sex, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You were busy in the kitchen cleaning in it while Jisung was somewhere in the house, you weren’t exactly sure where or what your boyfriend was doing, but you just hoped to quickly finish in the kitchen, so you could go find him and cuddle into him. As you were stretching over the counter and wiping it clean, you hear footsteps entering the kitchen.

“Hey, Ji,” You say, not sparing a glance in his direction, as you thought he was coming to get something to drink or snack on. “I’m almost finished, can we cuddle if you’re not too busy?” You feel his front press into your ass and his hands grip your hips, your eyes slightly widen as you feel his boner pressing into your ass, and you pause with all movements. His hands push your shirt upwards before they move to grip the waistband of your pants and tug them down and let them drop to the floor around your ankles.

“I need you so badly, baby,” He whines out. You grip the cloth tighter in your hand before releasing it and leaving it where it was, you straighten yourself up and step out of your pants before turning around to face him, your fingers move to his waistband and hook them into the elastic and pull on them.

“Then let’s not waste any time, let’s do it right here,” You say and let the elastic snap back against his skin, causing a groan to fall from his lips. You lean forward, and he meets you halfway, pressing his lips hotly against yours and kissing you desperately. His hands pull at your shirt, and you pull at his as you messily fumble to pull it off. His tongue swipes over your lips, only for you to pull back and pull his shirt over his head, forcing him to release yours and let you remove his.

“It seems like you’re more eager than I am right now,” He says before gripping your shirt and lifting it upwards, you lift your arms and allow him to remove your shirt and toss it onto the floor where his shirt had landed only seconds ago. His hands cup your breasts through your bra, and his fingers immediately press against the place where he knew your nipples would be.

“Well, my boyfriend comes into the kitchen, horny off his mind, can you blame me?” You ask as you grip onto the countertop behind you. “It got me turned on, knowing how turned on you were and needing me,” You could feel a sensation going down to your core as he rubs your nipples through your bra. “Besides, are you maybe frustrated about something?”

“Yes,” He mutters and lets his eyes drop to your chest. “And I need to let it out, because it seems like everything I write down is garbage,” You nod your head and move your hand to the elastic of your bra and pull it over your head and toss it aside, making him pull his hands away as you do, he licks his lips as he finally sees your breasts. You toss your bra aside and move your hand to cup the bulge in his pants and slowly rub over it, you watch his eyelids flutter before he leans closer and cups your boobs and pushes them together against his face. "Fuck, this is heaven..." You could feel his hot breathing against your chest, and the way his thumbs were circling your nipples and causing them to harden.

“Jisung…” You mumble as you slowly slide your hand up and down along his length. He turns his head slightly, and you feel his tongue press against your boob before you felt it slowly move closer to your nipple, he lifts his head away from the centre of your chest and moves his head closer until the tip of his tongue was flicking over your nipple. You could feel yourself getting wetter from the sensation that was going through you. “Ohh, Ji…” You tilt your head back and take in a deep breath. He pushes your breasts even more together to squish them together as he continues to flick his tongue over your nipple.

“Fuck, this is amazing…” He mutters before wrapping his mouth over the nipple and sucking on the bud. You could feel some type of sensation go up your legs and straight towards your abdomen, where a knot of tension was slowly building. You could hear his loud breathing through his nose as it was smushed against your breast.

“Ji, hmm…” You moan. You move your free hand to grip onto the back of his head and massage your fingers into his scalp. He squeezes the side of your breast he was sucking on before releasing it and sliding his hand down your sides and over your mound before cupping you through your panties and stroking your folds through the fabric. “Ji, Ji, Ohh, hmm,” Your hand moves slightly faster over his bulge before you move it lower and cup his balls through his clothes.

“Ohh, my, fucking fuck…” He groans as he releases your nipple. “Ohh, shit that felt so good, fuck,” Your fingers press into the fabric as you massage his balls that were growing sensitive. “Fuuuck…” He lays his forehead against your chest, and you could hear his breathing picking up the more you played with him. “Don’t make me cum in my pants, I wanna cum inside you,” Your fingers pause, and you feel his fingers pushing against your folds, pushing the fabric of your panties between them before he slides them along your pussy.

“Ohh, oh… fuck, I,” You breathe out as your lids flutter. You feel the fabric of your panties pushing more between your folds until his fingers were against your clit and rubbing the bundle of nerves through the fabric. “Ohh, Ji, that feels so good,” The feeling of his finger rubbing you through the thin fabric was something you couldn’t describe. Your skin was growing hotter by the second as sweat begins forming a layer on it, you could feel your heart starting to pound in your ears. His fingers slide away from your clit, and you feel the fabric pushing more between your folds before you felt his fingers pressing against your entrance. “Oh, shit, Ji…” You slide your hand away from his balls and cup his bulge again.

“By the time you’re wet enough, you would have made me ruin my underwear,” He mutters and pushes two digits into your entrance, pausing once he sees your body stiffen. “Are you still okay?” You nod your head and take in a slow and steady breath, he pushes his fingers further into you along with your panties, making your jaw drop as you begin to breathe through your mouth.

“All good, fuck, fuck, Ji,” You gasp out at the friction against your walls. You feel your back muscles tensing as the sensation goes through your entire body. “Jisuuunnggg,” Your hand pauses on his bulge, and you suck in a deep breath through your mouth before lifting your head and looking down at his head, which was still resting against the centre of your chest. “Fucking hell, Ji…” He lifts his head, and you could see his eyes completely covered with lust and a smirk sitting on his lips.

“I can’t wait to be inside you instead,” He says. He curls his fingers inside you, and you pull your hand away from his bulge to grab onto the countertop behind you to keep you from sinking to the floor. He pulls his fingers from you before plunging them back into you, making you gasp and roll your eyes to the back.

“Ji, Ji, oh, my fucking…” You gasp and rise onto your toes. Your eyes shut as his fingers pump in and out of you, you could feel the stretching feeling disappear as your walls become wetter and your panties become ruined with your own arousal. “Jiiiii,” You could feel your mind starting to spin and specs of dust forms behind your lids, your grip on his hair tightens as you feel yourself getting closer to your own high. “Oh, my fucking…”

“Not yet, hold on,” He mutters. You lower to your feet and curl your toes as you feel a third digit slipping into you, pushing more of your panties into you. Your head falls back as you feel the fabric rubbing against your clit and causing the knot inside you to grow bigger and tighter.

“Jisung!” You moan. As his fingers pump in and out of you, you could feel your panties stimulating your clit, which was rapidly causing stars to form behind your lids as you got closer and closer to your high. “Ji, I’m gonna…” You squeeze your legs together around his hand, and that’s when you felt the knot unravel inside you and your high crashing into you like a wave. “JISUNG!” Your mind spins as stars fly past your visions behind your lids, and your body shakes with ecstasy and feels light at the same time. “JI-JISUNG!” The sound of your wetness fills the kitchen, along with your breathy moans and cries of pleasure. “JISUNG!” His fingers pump in and out of you rapidly to get you through your high, only slowing down once your body begins calming down. “Fuck… so good, so fucking good, Ji…” You lift your head and open your eyes and look at him through hooded eyes.

“It sounded like it was,” He mumbles and pulls his fingers from you, making you whimper as he does. You release the countertop and his hair and move your hands to the waistband of his sweats, your fingers curl into the fabric, and you tug it downwards along with his underwear. They pool at his feet, and he steps out of them, using his foot to kick them aside. “Let me taste it quickly,” You watch as he lifts his hand, the scent of your arousal fills your nose before you watch him push his three fingers into his mouth and suck on them. “Hmm,” His lids flutter for a moment, and you feel your walls clench at the tight. “Fuck, so good, let me feel it with my cock now,” His hands move to the waistband of your panties, and he slowly pulls them down, making sure to take his time as the fabric slips out from between your walls and peels away from your throbbing clit.

“Jiiiiii!” You whine out and squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. You open them and breathe in and out deeply as the fabric drops to the floor. “Fuck…” You step out of them, and he uses his foot to push them aside.

“Turn around for me,” He says. You do as he says, and you feel his hand press against your lower back before it slides along your spine before pressing down against your back between your shoulder blades. You lay down against the countertop, gasping once the cold surface makes contact with your hot skin.

“Shit, fuck,” You gasp and try to calm your racing mind and heart. His hand stays there while you feel his cock move against your asscheeks, leaving a wet trail behind on your skin before it slips between your folds. “Ohh, my fuuckk, Ji,” He drags it along your pussy, coating himself with your juices before living himself up with your entrance.

“Fuuuuckkk,” He groans out as he pushes the head of his cock inside you, your walls immediately squeeze around him and suck him in. “Fuck, so warm, oh, my fucking…” The sound of your wetness squelching fills the kitchen again, and it sounds even more sinful than the first time. “Fuck, so good, oh, my fuck,” His hand release his cock and moves it to your waist to grip onto you.

“Ji, fuck, fuck, ohhh, shit, uhhhmmm,” You moan. You lay your cheek against the countertop and gasp as you feel his cock slowly filling and stretching you. “Fucking… Jisung, oh…” Your fingers scratch at the cold surface at the pleasurable sensation that’s going through your body.

“Fuck…” He breathes out as he bottoms out inside you. His hand on your waist grips you tightly as he takes a few deep breaths. “Fuck, you feel so good, I might not even last long,” He slowly pulls his hips back and hear your wetness squelching as he does. “Not with how you’re squeezing me,” You feel him pause once the tip of his cock remained inside you before he snaps his hips forward.

“FUCK!” You cry out at the sudden feeling of being filled again. “Jisung, oh, my fuck…” The sound of your wetness fills the kitchen along with your moans and his groans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Fuck, oh, my fucking…” You could feel your body slipping against the counter from all the sweat that’s build up. “Fuck… faster.”

“I need you to hold onto something then,” He groans. You reach over the counter and manage to grip onto the other end of it with both hands, his thrusts become harder and harsher, and you could feel the familiar tightening feeling of your high building returning to you.

“Fuck, fuck, Jisung, yes, like that!” You moan. You close your eyes as you feel his cock rubbing all the right spots inside you. “Fuck… yes,” You could feel your mind spinning with pleasure, and you swear you were seconds away from coming undone.

“Fuck, yes, squeeze me again, fuck,” He groans as he feels your walls pulsing around him. “Fuck, yes… So good, oh, my fuck…” His hand slides down your spine, and you feel him grip onto your hips before pulling you over his cock. Your back suddenly arches as you feel the head of his cock hit your sweet spot.

“JISUNG, FUCK!” You cry out. Your walls clamp down around him, causing his balls to tighten in an instant. “FUCK, OH, AGAIN!” You feel his hips stutter against yours as he tries to hit that same spot again. “Oh, YES, YES!” Your walls were milking his cock for a release each time the head touched your sweet spot. You could feel your hip bones hitting against the counter and knew they would be bruised the next day, but right now, the pleasure was worth it. “FUCK!”

“Fuck, fuck, where do you want it?” He groans out, he could feel his high getting closer and closer much faster than he anticipated, your walls continue to clench around him, and he could feel he was about to blow.

“Fuck, don’t you dare pull out!” You moan. His hips snap into yours, and you feel a warm feeling slowly spreading inside you. “FUCK, YES, FILL ME UP, JI!” Hot ropes of cum spill into you as he begins rocking his hips against yours. “JI!”

“FUCK, YYYY/NNN!” He whines as he feels your walls still pulsing around his sensitive cock that was slowly growing soft as his load was spilling into you. “Fuck, fuck, let me… fuck,” He slides one hand between you and the countertop and cups your mound before pressing his fingers against your clit that had a heartbeat inside it. “FUCK!”

“Fuck, fuck, Jisung, Oh, my fucking, JISUNG!” You cry out as stars explode behind your lids and you come undone. The knot inside you snaps loose and your body shakes against the counter as you go through your high. Your mind flies into the sky and your body floats through the clouds, you feel him trying to keep rubbing your clit as pleasure consumes his body completely and his energy was slowly being drained. “FUCK, So good, fuck,” Your grip on the counter loosens before you completely release it and claw at the countertop.

“Ohh, my fuck… so good,” He mutters and leans over you. His hips pause against yours, and he lays his head against your middle back, breathing in deeply as he does. Your body slowly calms down, and soon the only sound that fills the kitchen was the sound of you both catching your breath and trying to calm down from the intimate moment that just happened. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm,” You hum and open your eyes. “I’m okay… my hips might not be,” You feel his hand pull away from your pussy and move between your hips and the counter, he lifts his head away from your back and pulls you away from the counter.

“Shit, you’re right…” He mutters as he looks down at your hips. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” You take his hand in yours and pull it away from your hip before you move forward to press yourself against him.

“Ji, it’s fine, I’m fine with it,” You mutter. “I don’t mind, it's a little reminder from today,” You smile at him as you bring your other hand to his lips and trace your finger along them. “Who knows, maybe tomorrow with feeling them, I’ll come to interrupt you,” He licks his lips before leaning closer, if it weren’t for your fingers, his lips would have been against yours.

“I’ll look forward to that,” He mutters. You pull your finger away and press your lips against his, softly kissing him, his arms wrap around you, and he holds you against him as you both sway gently in the kitchen.

“I could use a drink right now…” You mutter as you pull away from the kiss. “And you?” He unwraps his arms from around you as he nods. "And then we can go clean up, yeah?"

"Hmm, I could use a drink," He says. You move towards the cupboards and take out two glasses before filling it with some water. "Thank you," You nod your head as you pass him the glass.

"So, do you think your frustration is all out now?" You ask and take a sip from the water in the glass. He shrugs his shoulders and takes a sip before putting the glass down.

"I'll see once we finished our shower," He says and gives you a smirk. A Hint of mischief in his eyes, which told you just enough about what you needed to know was going to happen in the shower.

[ppoppokari]

Okay, I'll combine both astrology and a writing request in this fic.

Lee Know's Scorpio Venus and Virgo Mars to me indicates he has a corruption kink and would love the idea of having a inexperienced partner that he can mould into pleasing just him.

Can I please request a piece where it's the reader's first time?

Thank you xx

Bubble Pop!!!

pairing~ lee minho x fem! reader

genre~ (s)

word count~ 2.5k

synopsis~ he should have air fried the boy when he had the chance. maybe then he wouldn't have tried to hit on you. sure, hyunjin didn't know that you and minho were dating but that doesn't stop minho from taking your virginity then and there ... or the one where he illustrates your body with scratches to remind you who you belong to.

rating~ mdni 18+

featuring~ protected sex (a big sexy yes), pwp, minho and his corruption kink, loss of virginity, guided masturbation, guided pillow humping, minho has a thing for y/n's ass, dirty talk, dumbification if you really squint, minho fucks y/n on hyunjin's bed, sexy shadows and fairy lights.

a/n~ the fact that my first writing request is perfect, like thank you so much for requesting such a concept. i went insane writing this. i have been reborn. this is the most graphic thing i've written so to my new followers i'm sorry lol.

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Minho's lithe fingers were webbed with ecstasy as he trailed his hands up your heated skin, a sweet hum disguising his true intentions.

"Now tell me, do you have a boyfriend? With the way you were showing off in that little dress I highly doubt it." Even if it was against your better judgement you didn't know what else to do besides spread your legs further apart.

There was no way in hell that any of the guys knew you were taken, how could they when neither of you confirmed that you were dating. In there eyes you were Minho's best friend turned roommate, so why wouldn't Hyunjin shoot is shot?

Hyunjin would never fully comprehend how big a mistake it was to let his hand linger too close to your ass while he invited you over for some wine and a good time; that would only become apparent when he retired to his room to find cum-stained sheets and your perfume on his pillow.

"Min, I swear I was about to reject him, you know I would never do that to you."

Minho clicked his tongue in mockery as he snaked his hand into your underwear. Siren eyes met doe eyes as he noticed how caught off guard you were. He wanted to comfort you and say that he wouldn't break you, but that wouldn't be the entire truth. He wanted you to fall apart in his hands so that he could build you back up, most of all, he wanted you to scream out his name on Hyunjin's bed.

Even though his hand was restricted by your cotton panties he didn't make any attempt at sliding them down your leg, the cute ribbon that adorned them was his weakness.

You had expected him to pick up where he left off, fingers sliding against your tight walls, instead he came down to toy with your clit. Positioning himself to hover above you he leaned in to brush your hair to the side, coercing you with a string of kisses across your clavicle.

He had wanted to do this ever since you became his roommate. At first he thought you were his angel but it was all apart of your charm. You were kind, thoughtful and sweet but like all of the most heavenly angels you were the devil in disguise, even if you didn't realise it.

You may have been a virgin but there were moments where Minho was sure he caught you slipping. The way you would eye his bare chest after he had a shower, the way you were in awe whenever a sex scene came on tv-he could only hope that you were imagining his touch.

But the thing that truly broke him was the many times you would walk around your apartment wearing nothing but a t-shirt and panties, not to mention that you always seemed to prefer his shirts over your own. The slight bruises littering his lower lip were a reminder of the times he bit his lip so hard that a speck of blood started to pool, your virginity remained intact while his sanity quickly went down the drain.

A harsh blush coated your cheeks as his member hardened beneath you making the rough denim scratch harder against your thigh. "I didn't know you felt this way." Minho didn't look up at you this time, far too preoccupied with your breasts and the fact he could see your hardened peaks through your bra. "I feel a lot of ways about you, I want to do so much to you jagiya." For a split second you caught his dark orbs before they fell behind his dark bangs. The look in his eyes was unlike anything you had ever seen before, it was full desperation.

Your head fell back, a silent beckon for him to continue exploring your body. "Little y/n always making my life so difficult, keep panting like that and you'll make me cum."

His taunting was the encouragement you needed to buck your hips into him, whining at the pressure on your clit. Minho's fingers froze in place depriving you of your release. Gripping his upper arm you pushed yourself against him, assuming his nerves got the best of him. "Minho that felt so good I want you to keep going." Minho chuckled at your neediness, responding with words dripping in sin.

"But I don't want to be bad, not yet, so how about we play a game? I want to see what experience you have, I have a feeling you know how to put on a show."

Minho approached Hyunjin's pink velvet office chair and wheeled it to the centre of the room, sitting down he leaned back to cross his legs. He took in the sight before him, you half naked, head resting on a soft pillow as the fairy lights danced across your skin.

"Open your legs sweet thing I want to see all of you."

You parted your legs, displaying the wet patch that started to form. Minho sat in awe at the way your arousal was dripping onto the sheets beneath you, luckily his dark jeans hid the fact that he had made a mess of his own.

Even though he was fighting against his own lust he grinned at you and clicked his tongue in faux mockery. "I bet you taste so good." Minho smirked as he noticed more slick trail down your leg at his words. "Well if that's the case I think you could do without your cute underwear, take them off. They're no use tonight anyways."

You already felt exposed however, you hung on to each of his words as you removed the soaked material. For a split second you thought of throwing them at him, a silent cry for him to hurry up and fuck you. But instead you tossed them to the side, awaiting his directions.

"I want to get this over and done with so be a good girl and listen to me, you can do that for me right y/n?" You nod, ever so obedient for your boyfriend.

"Open your legs a bit wider I want to see all of you." You brought your hands up to your face, hiding your ferocious blush. "Don't hide, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"How about we start simple, use one of your hands to tease your entrance." Bringing a hand down you traced your folds, wincing when your fingers nudged your clit. "You're doing so well y/n, now finger yourself, remember how I shoved my hands down your pants earlier, I want to see you recreate it." You clenched your eyes shut, trying to remember the way his fingers rubbed against the walls of your aching cunt. Using one hand to spread your folds you inserted a finger, confused as to why you were still so tight. It wasn't long before you worked your way up two fingers, you were about to add a third before Minho interjected. "Grab that pillow, it's time for part two of our lesson." Getting onto your knees you reached for the closest pillow, getting a sample of Hyunjin's cologne. You brought it in front of you, awaiting his next order. Part of you knew what he wanted from you but there was no way he would ask you to do that, surely.

"What are you waiting for, don't be shy."

Somehow, for someone so unfamiliar with this you liked being so exposed to him. It was as if he was seeing more than your naked body, he saw the side of you that was begging for his touch since day one.

Straddling the pillow you arched your back at the sensation of the cool fabric against your heated skin, the embroidered patterning of the pillow barely brushed against your clit.

"That feels good doesn't it?" Nodding in response you moved forward, but that wasn't enough. No matter how much you moved your hips back and forth the jolt of pleasure barely revealed itself. "Min- this isn't enough, I need you." "No you don't." "I want you, I need to cum please." "You can have me after you cum."

Despite his harsh words his tone was the most gentle it had been that entire night. "I will always be here to please you but I know you can do it. Try rolling your hips towards me. The wave of pleasure that over took you after more desperate rutting was intense, something in your lower stomach snapped as your shaking arms gave out, your legs were barely holding you up as you gripped onto the sheets beneath you. You couldn't even comprehend the string of curse words you shouted, you were barely there.

Letting you catch your breath Minho pulled a condom out from his back pocket and sat near your side, his hand resting on the your back. "You did so well y/n." Pulling the pillow away from you he waited for you to finish coming down from your high.

"You're all fucked out, do you still want me? We can do this another night." Even if he sounded so gentle it felt like he was mocking you, there was no way you would give up on having sex with him tonight.

"I'm not going home until you fuck me Minho."

Minho walked you to the end of Hyunjin's bed "Bend over." Once you had done so Minho's hands trailed up your sides and stopped at your hands. Treating you as if you were his own personal doll he gripped your hands and brought them up urging you to grip onto the beams of the canopy bed. Minho tore the foil packet open, rolling the condom on.

"I'll try and be gentle jagiya, but if it's too much I'll stop as soon as you say vanilla." Minho kissed your neck anticipating the way that you would arch your back, he was already far too familiar with your body. "Just focus on the lights and relax." Looking straight ahead you ignored the twinkling fairly lights, instead becoming fixated by the shadowed silhouette of you and Minho that was cast onto the wall.

His cock prodding against your entrance made you wince. While you were trying to compose yourself yet again Minho entered you without warning, you couldn't prevent the gasp that escaped your lips. Minho pulled you in closer pushing himself deeper, your walls clenched around him, he just hoped you could feel each vein and curve through the condom. He wanted you to remember each part of him, you didn't need anyone else, he was the only one who could bring you this much pleasure, not Hyunjin.

"M-Minho." Your chest was heaving as you tried your best to relax, despite how foreign this feeling was. There was no way you wanted him to stop, you were a big girl, you could handle it.

"Y/n I hope you know that you're mine, no one else gets this sweet pussy."

If you weren't clinging to the bed your hands would be holding onto his hips, begging him to go faster, but all you had was a shaky voice that told Minho that you were about to start sobbing if he didn't fuck you like he meant it.

"Y/n you better stop me now I won't be able to control myself." Your eyes were glistening with tears as you answered him "I don't want you to control yourself, I'm yours Minho, take me." Lust was clouding your senses, you weren't even fully aware of how needy you sounded, just seeing his form through a shadowed figure cast on the wall wasn't enough. You needed to see him like this every damn day.

Minho pulled out slightly before thrusting back into you, he was telling the truth, he wasn't planning on holding back. His pace was quick and the sound of skin on skin turned you on even more, there was something so raw and passionate, it was strange but this had to be what love felt like.

"Minho, I think I'm close." "Already? But I was just getting started." "It just feels so good, I don't think I can hold it," Before your boyfriend could make you cum for the first time he stopped, much to your dismay. "Minho not now, I'm sorry I was playing with Hyunjin please, I want to cum!" Placing a kiss on your cheek Minho slapped your ass, immediately rubbing the red mark. It was hard to tell where the shadows cast by the lights started and where the faint bruises on your hips ended.

"Stop being dramatic y/n, stand up." You turned around to face Minho, even in the dim lighting you could see his eyes sparkling for you. Minho cupped your face in his hands, holding you so that he could gift you with a heated kiss. He pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you.

"I think you can put all that practice to good use." Letting go of you Minho removed his shirt, finally getting to his jeans he removed them and reclined back onto the bed.

Wasting no time you straddled him, sighing as he pushed inside of you. Instead of being tight and awkward your body invited him in. Parting your legs further you rolled your hips into him, repeating everything that you had done to defile that pillow. Minho gripped onto your hips yet again, but this time he traced over the bruises as he kissed you like his life depended on it.

The way you were rolling your hips just the way he had liked it, the way you were begging him for more. He knew he had something that the others could only dream of. Angling his hips fucked into you hard, his moans becoming one with the creaking of the bed.

He met a spot in the deepest part of your body, brushing against it, once or twice or was it three times? You had no idea but the way his tip brushed against you sent you straight to your own personal heaven. "Minho, I'm going to cum again, make me cum, I want it so bad." The way you had fallen apart on top of him was everything he had ever dreamt of, there was no way you were going to find a better fuck. Not even Hyunjin would make you feel like this.

Your walls clenching around him was enough to drive him over the edge, pulling out of you Minho came on your lower stomach.

The white streaks on your abdomen and the dazed look you wore was heaven, even though he felt like he committed the sin of ruining his angel. Pulling into his arms Minho kissed your cheek, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. It hadn't taken long for sleep to overtake you, cuddling into Minho you were too far away to even acknowledge the desperate, loving words he whispered to you, ones laced in sin. Even if that was the case you were conscious enough to know the gravity of the entire situation. There was no way you were getting over Lee Minho.

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[blossomwritesthings]

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pairing: jisung x fem!reader (afab)

genre: sick!fic. idol!jisung. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. this one has got the angst. jisung isn't taking care of himself properly :(. reader is worried and takes it upon herself to take care of the precious dumpling. mentions of jisung spiraling/having a mental breakdown. mentions of panic attacks, anxiety, weight loss, and insomnia. pet names (affectionately). some toothe-rotting fluff and humor.

word count: 2.6k

summary: after a bout of not seeing your boyfriend jisung, you take it upon yourself to visit him one night in the studio. but what you find when you get there is the opposite of a happy sight.

a/n: whoo i haven't written a skz fic in a hot minute ever since my midterms started three weeks ago (and since this final month of the semester has been fucking me over big time). 👹 but this was really fun to write and omg ji is so cute and precious i wanna hold and take care of him forever!! 🥹 i hope to get out a few more skz fics this weekend, so please be on the lookout for those too~ and thanks for reading and supporting my work, it means a lot to me (also, i'm almost at 500 followers, wtf?!)!! 💖

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). © ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

It had been such a long time since you had visited your boyfriend Jisung at his studio. Usually, the two of you would spend time with each other whence he got home from his schedules - after the two of you had worked long and hard days. The two of you liked to spend your time together by playing various video games, binging your favourite animes, and catching up on the latest comics released by your loved authors. 

 But lately, it felt like you hadn’t seen Jisung in such a long time - even if it had only been a week. Since Stray Kids had started working on their upcoming comeback, your boyfriend spent most of his time at the company or in the studio. So that little space for you guys to catch up with each other at the end of the day was suddenly gone because of his new schedule. 

 And you wanted to change that. 

 So on that random Thursday night, you decided to surprise Jisung with a visit to his studio. And of course, you brought a large offering of food with you - which included all kinds of takeout like pizza, fried chicken, and more. 

 You arrived later at the company building than you wanted to - around ten at night - since you didn’t expect to wait so long for the food to arrive at your nearby apartment. 

 Nevertheless, as you stepped through the front doors of the company, you noticed how utterly silent it was. After all, the staff were done for the day and the only people that remained were the trainees and idols who always worked late into the night on various projects. 

 You shifted down the dark hallways silently, like a ghost. And when you finally neared the door that lead to Jisung’s studio, a huge smile spread across your lips. Because finally, you were getting to see him again. Even if it was only for a little while, an hour spent with your boyfriend would be the highlight of your entire day. 

 So you filed through the door slowly, trying to lighten your footsteps to surprise Jisung. The beat he was working on flowed around the room, the bass vibrating in the nearby speakers. The dim led-lights cast a pale blue room against the walls, calming a restless part inside of you. He was seated at his large desk, completely focused on the two monitors in front of him. Your boyfriend had his headphones on, his head bobbing along to the music, which left you with the perfect opportunity to sneak up on him. 

 Placing the bags of takeout down on the nearby coffee table that was placed just in front of the large leather sofa in the room, you crept up behind him. Reaching out, one of your hands grabbed onto his shoulder. 

 Immediately upon contact, Jisung let out a loud shriek. And within a single beat, he was ripping off his headphones and twisting around in his chair, sandy-blonde hair messy and eyes wild in fright. 

 But then, as soon as his gaze landed on you, relief washed over his face in the form of a pleased smile. “Baby-” He said in a light tone, swiveling his chair around and facing you completely. 

 “Uhm- hi,” you began, twisting your hands together in front of you in sudden nervousness. You didn’t know why you were suddenly tongue-tied around him. The two of you had been dating for what felt like years - and you usually didn’t react in such a way when he used the pet name 'baby' on you. But perhaps, it was because it had been so long since you visited him in his studio - since you had entered his sacred space and breathed the same air as him as he composed his music. Nevertheless, you mimicked his smile, before motioning with your head to the nearby table that was laden with food. “I brought dinner.” 

 At that, his smile dropped just a little bit. “Oh… thanks, baby. I’ll eat it when I can, yeah?” His focus darted to the plastic bags for just a moment, before they landed back on you. A tiny smirk spread across his lips then, as he said in a playful voice, “Quit standing over there and c’mere, I wanna get a taste of your beautiful lips.” 

 A furious blush bloomed across your cheeks as you slowly stepped into his space. Jisung wrung his arms around your waist, helping you to sit down on his lap. In an instant, he captured your mouth in a passionate, almost desperate kiss. He must’ve been feeling the effects of your absence too.

“Ji- wait,” you started, drawing away from his kisses to take a few quick breaths. Your heart was beating wildly against your ribcage, as you noticed the way that his dark, chestnut-brown eyes filled with so much love as he looked on at you in bated silence. “I don’t want the food to get cold. Let’s eat…” But then, your voice trailed off as you began to notice the slight changes in his features since the last time that you had been him. 

 Because you were sitting so close to him on his lap, you had a clearer view of his face - and how his cheeks looked a little more deflated than usual, how dark circles hung underneath his eyes, and his hair was so disheveled to the point that it looked like it hadn’t been washed in a few days. 

 “Babe- are you okay?” You suddenly asked, palm coming up between the two of you and pressing gently against his cheek. It was slightly cool to the touch, something very unlike him - since you always joked that he was your furnace. “When’s the last time you ate something?” 

 Your gaze locked with your boyfriend’s then, as he stayed silent. The quietness stretched between you, dancing around the room and only heightening your concern. 

 Because oh- 

 Oh, holy fuck- 

 He was doing it again. 

 He was letting himself slip… just like in the past, when the boys had been so incredibly busy with their schedules. 

 At first, it just started as little warning signs… 

 Less of an appetite, 

 More fatigue, 

 Restless nights of sleep. 

 But then, 

 Then- the symptoms would always get worse. 

 They usually always resulted in a heightened sense of anxiety and stress and heartache. 

 Or worse, panic attacks.

 You had seen him fall off the cliffside only two times before when his schedule had been swamped with activities. And the last time it had happened - which was well over a year before - you had promised yourself that you’d never let it happen again.  

 That late, stormy night, the two of you had been sprawled out atop your plush mattress, surrounded by the four walls of your bedroom that were dim with shadows. And you had held a weak and thin and weeping Jisung in your arms in a tight embrace, as you vowed to his shaking form that you’d never allow him to fall so deep into the hole of darkness. 

Never again. 

So, pressing both of your palms to his cheeks, you forced him to look you straight in the eyes. He was a horrible liar. Jisung could never deny you when you stared deep into his eyes, so that’s exactly what you did. 

 “Now look at me and tell me that you’ve eaten something today, baby.” The words came out a little strangled at the end, and the sharp intake of breath that fell from Jisung’s lips was all you needed to know at that moment. 

 Immediately, you felt your lips quiver in a sob, as you fully leaned into him. Wrapping both arms around his waist in a tight grip, you buried your face into his warm neck, struggling to breathe as worried thoughts began to race through your mind. 

 “It hasn’t been that long, I swear-” He finally said, his soft voice taking a sharp blade to the tension that hung between the two of you. You felt his fingers grasp at your sides, digging into the fabric of your thick, oversized hoodie. “Just… it’s been so hectic around here that I haven’t found the time to-”

 At that, you frantically pushed away from him, “There’s never an excuse, baby. Never. I don’t care how busy you are- you need to eat. You need to sleep… even if it’s just a few hours a night. You need to take care of yourself, because-” Your words cut off then, as the lump in your throat solidified and the tears began to flow from the corners of your eyes, heating your flushed cheeks. 

 “Because what, baby girl?” He questioned, his eyes softening exponentially at the sight of your tears. He reached forward, tucking a strand of your hair behind one of your ears before he brushed a few of your tears away with a gentle thumb. 

 “Because… I can’t lose you, Ji. I- I-” The breath caught in your throat then, as all of the fears of what could happen raced through your mind then. Of what could’ve happened if you hadn’t caught it in time. If you hadn’t visited him that night and hadn’t seen him up close. “I’m sorry… for visiting you so late, I-I should’ve been here, and I wasn’t.” 

 Jisung silenced you with a kiss, delicately pressing his forehead against yours, the scent of him - of freshly cleaned linen and sweet chamomile tea - danced around you. It reminded you of how familiar he felt, how sweet and kind and beautiful he was. And how you never, ever wanted to let him go. 

 “Please don’t apologize, sweetheart,” he began in a low, gruff voice, his words slightly strained in emotion. “I should be the one apologizing. I told you last time that I’d never let it get this far, yet here I am…” 

 You cracked your eyes open to the sight of his furrowed brows and saw the weary light that filled his gaze at that exact moment. “No- no it’s okay, Ji. You don’t have to say sorry, I understand you.” You flattened both hands against his chest, slowly pressing against the muscle there. “Just… just let me take care of you, yeah? Let me help you gain strength again.” 

 A tiny grin cracked across his mouth at your words, and he canted his head to one side, focus landing on the table just behind you, which was full of the food that you had brought with you. “If helping me gain my strength back includes devouring that food over there, I’m all for it.” He said in a mischievously-dark tone. 

 You rose an eyebrow his way, “It also includes you promising me that you’ll get a minimum of four hours of sleep every night... at least until you're done with promotions for this comeback.” 

 He let out a loud groan, pressing his head against the back of his chair in apparent agony. “Four hours? Babe- you’re killing me here.” He whined, screwing his eyes shut and frowning in displeasure. 

 “Well, it’s either that or- six hours.” 

 Jisung flashed you a glare, but it wasn’t menacing in the least bit. Instead, it only made you giggle in delight at the sight of it. Because suddenly, you realized that upon first entering his studio and seeing him, he had been acting… different. 

 More exhausted than usual, 

 And even... weary. 

 But soon after having cracked him open, and discovering his struggles with facing another downward spiral, your boyfriend immediately brightened. 

 Like, just the sight of you had helped relieve some of the pain.

Even if the circles were still dark under his eyes and even if his cheekbones were a little gaunt, at least he was starting to come back to his usual, bright self.

 “Well now, four hours doesn’t seem too unreasonable…” Jisung started, running a hand through his hair and chuckling faintly. 

 You stood up from his lap then, nearing the table that was full of food and taking a seat on the sofa. “Good. Now c’mere, I’m starving.” You patted the space beside you, offering your boyfriend a warm smile. 

 “I haven’t eaten since… I can’t even remember when. I think it was last night’s dinner with the guys.” Jisung confessed as he took the seat beside you, already prying open one of the bags. His entire face lit up at the sight of the glistening, still-hot fried chicken. He turned to you then, a goofy kind of smile adorning his face. “Oh- what am I ever going to do with you? You’re just too perfect for me!” 

 Without any warning, Jisung was pulling you into a tight hug, peppering kiss after kiss across your entire face. You tried to protest against his affection - but in all actuality, you secretly adored it. Adored his attention and love. And of course, he knew this. So it wasn’t until you finally managed to throw him off of you that he stopped and leveled you with a mirthful smirk. 

 “Yeah, okay- I get it, you love me.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him, inclining over the table and grabbing a saucy drumstick for yourself. 

 The silence lapsed between the two of you for a few beats, as you focused on the meal. When suddenly, Jisung was speaking again, but in a much quieter voice than before. 

 “Thank you, baby.” 

 You turned to him, brows slightly furrowing in question as you chewed on a slice of cheese pizza. 

 “I mean… you didn’t have to do any of this,” he looked around the table that was full of steaming hot takeout. “Yet, you still did. You visited me at my studio to surprise me, but I think you might’ve saved me in the process too.”

 You reached over then, brushing a few of your fingers against his cheek. He leaned into the touch, holding your hand close to his skin. “That’s what I’m here for, babe… to make you feel better. And I’ll always be here, no matter what. So every time you start to feel shitty, just call me, and I’ll be here in a heartbeat.” 

 Jisung turned his face then, pressing a few delicate kisses against your fingertips. “And I hope you know that I’ll do the same for you, princess. Always. Whenever you need me, I’m here.” 

 Smiling, you tilted in once more to press a kiss against his lips. And in a split second, he was kissing you back. More fervently this time, and when the two of you pulled apart to catch your breaths, you felt the flush from before start to brighten your cheeks again. 

 “Holy fuck- I’m never getting enough of you,” was all that you heard your boyfriend say before he was tipping back into you to push his perfect, rosebud-like mouth against yours.

 After a few beats of silence that were only filled with your kisses, you slanted away from your boyfriend and glared his way, “Okay, okay- but you better stop now mister, before I truly get angry.” 

 He wiggled his eyebrows at you, a devilish smirk widening the corners of his mouth. “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do if I don’t stop?” 

 You hit his shoulder with a light fist, “I”m gonna eat all of this food myself, and leave none for you.” 

 Jisung’s impish grin dropped instantly at your words, and suddenly, he was diving headfirst into the food once more. As he stuffed his face full of pizza and chicken wings, cheeks puffing up like a cute little chipmunk, you could only chuckle softly and stare back at him in loving adoration. 

 Because no matter what he went through - you were always going to be by his side. 

 And it came in handy that he was a horrible liar, because at least he could never hide anything from you. 

 So matter what, no matter the hurdles that he would face in his life, you would always be right alongside him, helping him overcome them all. And you knew that he’d continually do the same thing for you in return. 

Fin.

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[miastideclock]

a year with bang chan, "may 30th."

word count: 1057 warnings: not edited, cursing notes: not sure that i love how this turned out, but we're getting there

january 2nd ⁺₊ february 14th ⁺₊ march 2nd ⁺₊ april 17th ⁺₊ may 30th ⁺₊ june 4th ⁺₊ july 14th ⁺₊ august 1st ⁺₊ september 12th ⁺₊ october 3rd ⁺₊ november 1st ⁺₊ december 31st

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int. kitchen. late evening.

you found yourself standing in the kitchen, watching the glass in your hand slowly fill up, your other hand on the handle of the tap, ready to shut it off when you had acquired your desired amount of water. once the water reached a specific level, you cut the tap, letting silence wash over the room. you were home alone, so not a single sound could be heard.

the ticking of the clock seemed to be gone, as was the humming of the electricity in your appliances. the street outside had apparently been abandoned as there wasn’t as much as a cyclist rushing by. the silence left you with your thoughts, which recently hadn’t been the warmest.

you’d felt shitty all week, and you couldn’t seem to properly figure out why - not until now at least. you missed your boyfriend. the two of you hadn’t had time to yourself in weeks, and you had a theory that it took a toll on you.

the jingling of keys broke you out of thought, and you finally raised your glass to your lips to take a sip as you turned around, waiting for the love of your life to enter.

“hey bubba.” you greeted as he shuffled into the kitchen, a smile on his face as he saw you.

“hello, my love.” he replied as he placed his bag down on one of the kitchen chairs, then stepped over to you to give you a hug. you copied his actions by placing your glass down and meeting him in the middle, wrapping your arms around his neck as his snaked their way around your waist.

“how was your day?” you asked after you had properly greeted him with a kiss.

“hectic to say the least, but progress was definitely made, so i’m happy about it. how about yours? how’ve you been today?” he reciprocated your kiss and pulled away as he returned your question back to you. he made his way over to his bag and started roaming through it, presumably looking for his phone.

“actually..” you trailed off, instantly sending a signal to chan that what you were about to say wasn’t as happy-go-lucky as he had been. his attention turned to you within a millisecond, a slight frown on his face. ”oh, no don’t worry! it’s not something bad!” you quickly assured him, even though you weren’t sure if you were being a hundred percent truthful. his frown fluttered away, leaving him neutral and in anticipation of what you were to say next.

“i just,” you started, tilting your head slightly as you looked at him. “i’ve had this icky feeling lately, and i honestly think it’s because i miss you. we haven’t had time just to ourselves in a while.” you smiled almost sadly.

chan’s expression soon changed into one you didn’t expect; confusion. “what do you mean? we just had that date at the zoo?” he spoke, returning a portion of his focus back to his bag as he kept looking through it for something.

“chan, babe, that was well over six or seven weeks ago. and i know i’m being unfair, because it sounds like i’m trying to put the blame on you, when i am equally at fau-” you cut yourself off when you grew frustrated with your partner. “will you look at me when i’m talking to you?” your tone wasn’t angry or annoyed, but rather desperate as you begged him to pay attention to you.

your words seemed to work as he soon pushed his bag away, turning so he was fully facing you as you hopped up onto the counter, your palms placed securely against the edge of it.

“yeah, sorry.” he started, shaking his head gently as he too understood that it was rude of him to not be fully in the conversation when you were expressing your feelings. “i hear you, but you know just as well as me that we don’t have all that much spare time anymore.” he trailed off as he looked at you apologetically.

“i know, but i could take a day off work, you could do the same! and then we can-” you were yet again cut off, but this time it wasn’t by yourself. chan scoffed at your statement, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. “what was that about?”

he sighed before he spoke up, giving you the impression that he would rather be anywhere but having this conversation. “i can’t just take time off work like you can. not just anyone can cover for me.” he said, leaning back on the kitchen table behind him, his arms crossed loosely across his chest. you were quick to conceal the grimace you struck on instinct, but not quick enough for chan not to notice your furrowed brows and pained expression. his only reaction was to lift a brow to question you.

“yeah, i know our jobs aren’t on the same level at all, that is not what i’m trying to say, but there is no reason to be so condescending about it. just because there is someone else out there that does the same thing i do, doesn’t make it less important.” you spoke, your arms soon finding their way over your chest to mimic chan’s stance, but yours was in a more defensive manner than he found himself in.

“see, this is why i didn’t want to say anything! you always get so damn defensive, and i feel like i have to walk on eggshells around you. it’s annoying as hell.” he let out a small groan, and you swear to someone you saw him roll his eyes.

you found your lips parting slightly as your jaw went slack. you had never seen him like this before. you had seen him get upset and downright angry, but this bitchy attitude was new.

“you know what? forget i said anything.” it was your turn to scoff as you pushed yourself off the counter, your bare feet landing safely on the kitchen floor. without as much as a word, you left for your shared bedroom to be alone.

[itgirlgyu]

CUPID'S QUERIES. stray kids, hyung line.

synopsis, what would you answer if cupid asked you what love was?

pairing : librarian! reader x chan, lee know x reader, dance teacher! reader x changbin, and single mom! reader x hyunjin.

genre: fluff. warning: none. wc: 3k+

cupid queries innocently, "WHAT IS LOVE?"

"spending time together." the answer died down in chan's answer when you scoured him with doubt from top to bottom, investigating the means of his arrival on your own despite already asking the question.

"to read a book," chan spun around with a pseud fascination added to his honeyd tone, with an awkward turn of his heel, and finally walking back to your desk where you were supposed to volunteer for four more hours for the day.

you quirked up an accusatory eyebrow.

"ive never even seen you pick up a book."

"im still a student you know-"

"what is your deal," you rested your elbows on the wooden desk, your eyes narrowed with suspicion, drawing your upper body towards the accused, "mr. bang?"

chan remained silent but instead his dimples made the ruling statement, allowing you to freely decide that he had indeed come with no good intentions; and certainly not to read.

"I honestly came here to read!" chan exclaimed, his whiny tone gradually calming down as you widened his eyes notifying him about the establishment you both were standing in. chan glanced all over him to see if anyone had been glaring at him, and only continued after shooting an apologetic smile at the elderly man going through a magazine.

chan placed his palm on the table and leaned forward—his face coming too closer to yours before you leaned away, "i came here to read-"

chan eyes had been desperately looking around for concrete reasoning knowing your tendency to question everything and kept his eyes on the kiosk beside the desk showcasing all the books that had been launched that week. so whilst chan was battling you in the war of reticent lashes, he extended his hand and grabbed a book from there and placed it before his eyes.

"a cook book?" you dead panned. bang chan moved his head to nod before he processed what you had just said—turning the book around to see a friendly looking woman in a chef's hat posing with a spatula on the cover —before meeting your eyes again. you were struggling to keep your quivering lips in check, as it begged to curl upwards in a hearty grin catching your best friend in the act. chan looked like a deer caught in the headlights. his head staggering in a broken up and down motion as he tried to come up with a credible excuse in spite of the fact that bang chan absolutely detested cooking.

"ye-yes!"

"really?" you questioned. the melodious lull meticulously morphing into a trap that you intended to set out to catch him in his web of lies, "what are you trying to make?"

chan's pupils widened for a minuscule moment before blinking a few times to get a hold of his composure and opened up the book with a confident flip of his fingers, acting as though he is well aware of the dish that he wanted to show you despite his sparkly eyes flitted around to avoid your accusatory gaze.

you placed your chin on the end of your palm—minutes melting away, and the agitation in chan's actions gradually making it's unwanted vacillation known, before admitting his defeat and holding up a random page out of the cookbook to you.

it was your turn to widen your eyes as your eyes raked through the page with the image printed in front of it. narrowed gaze scanning top to bottom once more before you cocked your eyes to look at chan.

"a carrot cake?"

"a carrot cake?" you inquired, closing the cooking book. your eyebrows bunched together in confusion as you raised your chin to look over minho's shoulder to assess the ingredients once more.

flour, milk, eggs, grated carrot—your boyfriend truly is preparing to bake a carrot cake but the question still hangs in the air with the air of mystification. as far as you knew your lover, he had not been fond of carrots—you had asked that sheepishly on your third "date" considering he resembled a rabbit out of puerile curiosity, and for the first time you had seen him crack a laugh that wasn't stained in scorn— and baking? he had no interest in baking either as far as you had gotten to know him.

minho hummed as he mixed in the dry ingredients with deft hands. the sleeves proficiently rolled upwards for an easier work experience but to you it served another purpose; something you would not admit to minho even if he tried to threaten it out of you. treacherous eyes taking in the way his veins moved in its own rhythm displaying a rather different, and vivid form of entertainment for you. you certainly weren't complaining about this new found hobby of your boyfriend anytime soon if this is the kind of show you were promised to get each time.

"didn't know my hands could feel so naked." minho sighed, with a hint of teasing tucked away in his playful sing-song tone. you fumbled backwards, not expecting him to comment so bravely about your lewd gaze and his laugh started booming through the expanse of your kitchen.

"i was not staring at your hands." you lied with certainty in your voice—one octave higher than your normal pitch, as you busied yourself by opening the fridge and sticking your head in it to feign some work. it worked great for hiding your face in shame, as well as tending to the redness from the embarrassment of being caught red handed.

"sure babe," you turned around with a bottle of water in hand to swing at him with the makeshift weapon in your hand but calmed yourself down and walked in front of him to face him over the counter.

"why are you making the carrot cake?" you questioned once again. cheeks puffed out, and your pupils followed every little fluttery movement of the man in front of you as he paid no attention to you—immersed in the meticulous art of baking. you stood patiently, knowing he'd reply to you once he has done whatever he has in his hands, which was cracking four eggs in a separate bowl with no egg shells—a very attention demanding task indeed.

minho's honey brown eyes at last gazed upon you, and a smile melted on his supple lips at the appearance of your disheveled naivety, a strange feeling bit into his heart as he looked at you with nothing but adoration swimming in his eyes.

"because i love you."

"hm?" you scrunched up your nose, and tilted your head waiting for him to finish his reasoning, "and i want you to live long."

minho held up the grated carrot cake to your height, "i know how much you love cake—but eating them daily is not that healthy from what i've heard." with his eyes rolled back in fake annoyance and his hands fanning away from his face as if that is just the news of the gossip mill.

"but we can't take a chance now can we?" he asked. your vision was already hindered from the way the apple of your cheeks rose up and you shook your head—agreeing with him.

minho's face lit up in a hundred bulbs of light when he saw your answer and raised his hand for you high five," and that's why we give carrots a chance!" you shook your head vehemently, agreeing with him once more, even though the idea of carrot cake was not that pleasant to you. but your heart was soaring high at the gesture of your boyfriend, and you felt the love meter you had set up for him ringing higher and higher until it bursted you and couldn't stop yourself from lunging at him over the counter top.

minho's pretty laughter filled your ears as he attempted to scare you away with the spatula with the cake batter on it, but you persisted, and even tried to climb on top of the counter. minho closed his eyes as he tried to stop himself from guffawing at your lame attempts of climbing on top and potentially breaking almost all of the ingredients set up on the table.

"you can't scare me away!" you announced gleefully.

"you can't scare me away!" changbin exclaimed, with chest pushed out to appear visually larger than he was. a quick survival he had learned from his adolescence of watching the animal tv but stepped back soon enough when he noticed your nose flaring—a tried, and tested indication of your simmering rage.

you rolled your eyes and stopped pressing the pause button on the remote, halting the steady stream of tango music coming from the blaring speakers set up around your studio—which you had opened up for changbin on one of your off days.

"no one is trying to scare you off!" you chided the younger man—your eyes boring into his agitated ones as you stepped closer in an attempt to make him feel more comfortable rather than scaring him away, " i know this is new territory for you, and i'm sure you really want to win this competition!"

'which is a long shot,' but you bit your tongue on it whilst softening up your gaze even more to relay sympathy to the man before you who—for a better lack of words—was a noob in the field of tango.

" i just want to win," changbin sighed while walking backwards and sliding downwards on the wall. you purse your lips and nodded; a part of you was amazed that he still decided to use the word "win" after the amazing week of class you had done with him, but perhaps you could learn to enjoy an optimistic viewpoint of life from changbin.

"let's unpack that first—" you began, slumping yourself down next to the dejected boy. perhaps a bit too close for him considering he had started to squirm the moment when your warmth radiated onto him, "why do you want to enter this competition? you don't look like you're awfully in love with this dance form either."

changbin winced at the honesty in your tone; if there was something he had successfully gotten into his head from spending three hours with you for a week straight—it had been the fact you were honest to a fault, along with the tell tales of him pushing you a tad bit further than usual. honing a saccharine smile on your face, you wielded the sharp arrow of candor. also the fact you were an apteral angel, with grace spinning from your fingertips to the sole of your feet as you pranced around the building with an agility he had not been able to wrap around his brain yet.

perhaps changbin should adopt the virtue of honesty from you, but the rapid beating of his heart convinced him otherwise. how could he tell you were the reason for him fumbling around the dance floor like a ridiculous freak unable to concentrate on a single move? how could he communicate? the only reason he had decided to even participate in this little competition was because you had handed him the flier with your billion watt smile on a busy subway, and before you knew he was signing up for the class under your tutelage. now if he had thought about it, it was a pretty feasible scam.

changbin scratched his head, coming back to the reality he was forced to participate in the reality he very wanted to escape from, "i just want to try something new?"

it was a lie, he wanted you to notice him.

you sat up in a squatting position, head lolling the side with your palm rested on your cheek. eyes narrowed as you tried to find any semblance of honesty in his sentence, obliviously becoming the cause for changbin's body to heat up like an overworked engine.

"you have some other motive don't you?" you sharply pointed out. there was no malice hidden behind your somber words—not even a drop of disgust. changbin's eyes widened in surprise as his brain scrambled, then short circuited before ultimately diffused in a pathetic attempt to save himself some face before she spilled all the beans of his borderline stalker-ish behavior; although he does not really know if he was fully at fault since you had handed him flier and ardently told him to check the studio out if he had the time.

"i-" changbin stammered.

"i-" hyunjin was befuddled.

standing before him was a man about three inches tall and the brightest, biggest brown eyes he had seen and a little frown etched on his wet, pink lips—a toddler. an adorable little boy who peered at him with his hopeful eyes as if they were hesitating him to ask something very, very important.

"um-" hyunjin shook his head to clear his head and stopped his brain from melting in the presence of a child and jumping into overwhelming conclusions, "are you looking for something?" he questioned.

the little boy nodded slightly. the jutted bottom lip shook ever so slightly as he opened his mouth to answer hyunjin to instinctively lean downwards to hear him better.

"have you seen my mommy?" the kid's voice was soft—mangled into a timber that altered hyunjin so that he could break into a fit of tears anytime soon, along with a heartbreaking pang of fear in his tiny little heart. hyunjin shot back up—the swift movement allowing his bones to pop in revolting manner—snapping his neck from the left to right to catch a glimpse of any disheveled woman around him.

it was a big park and hyunjin had been hanging around the lake when the toddler approached him with hyunjin's biggest fear—well one of them.

"do you know where you came from?" hyunjin asked gently.

the toddler nodded and pointed at a vague distance littered with a few couples having a picnic. there were now some stray tears in the boy's doe eyes, and plump cheeks that had started to redden within moments as the fear began to fester on his little body urging hyunjin to sooth the boy.

"its okay," hyunjin ran his thumb across his chubby cheek now freckled with small pearl, ans wiping them away making hyunjin's heart coo at the pitiful image, "we will find your mommy."

the boy sniffled and jutted his trembling chin upward, as though to look at him up and down brooding whether he should trust the words of the lanky stranger, and finally spoke with soft, slurred words, "you promise?"

with one of his cheeks raised, and a warm smile painted across his lips, hyunjin gives the a bit a hearty nod to appeal his determination, "your mom must be looking for you crazily come let's find her!" he announced excitedly, throwing his open palm for the kid to put his hands on his.

"how does your mom look?"

"pretty." the kid sniffled.

"ah—of course your mom is pretty," hyunjin closed his mouth, nodding to himself, keeping his eyes out to look at any woman looking for someone. of course that's the kind of answer he would be getting from a child of that age, it was honestly on him to even ask those type of questions, thus he decided to take a different approach, "what's the color of the dress she was wearing?"

"orange."

"orange is easy to spot." hyunjin muttered underneath his breath. squinted eyes underneath the harsh sun rays, shielded by a makeshift shade with his free palm, "what's your name?"

"jaewon," hyunjin took small steps while craning his neck all around the park, looking for the woman in orange, "jaewon's mom?!" his voice cracked.

some heads did turn towards him but no one really had a very visceral reaction at the war call—albeit it didn't sound that loud.. hyunjin should have warmed up before yelling, but jaewon yelling for his mom was working wonders to boost his morale and increasing the determination to find the kid's mother.

"JAEWON'S MOTHER!!!"

"JAEWON?!"

hyunjin couldn't tell whether it was a piece of a sun that had broken off and was now chasing him, or the all his misdeeds metamorphosing into fireball and coming to annihilate him, but before he could even register what had happened, jaewon was whisked into the arms of a woman wearing orange clothes—which has to be his mom—now fallen on the ground squeezing the small mass of the toddler into her embrace. a wave of relief washed over hyunjins chest as he watched the reunion between mother and son, although he was yet to catch a glimpse of the woman, for some intractable reason he really wanted to take a look at her.

strands of summery brown webbing on her arms, the sweat acting as evidence of the frenzy the woman had gone through for the little while her son was away from her—hyunjin's stomach sunk once again as noticed the woman shaking slightly, now cradling her crying child in her arms before picking him and finally looking at hyunjin.

hyunjin's pupil dilated once he drank in the appearance of the woman before him—a foreboding etching of something forbidden concocting at the pit of his stomach as he stood there, as did the time. the sweltering summer breeze freezing over bestowing him with a few more moments to gaze upon the most beautiful woman he had seen.

jaewon's statement remained correct.

"thank you so much for taking care of him and helping him find me, I really don't know how I can show my gratitude." you were huffing, the sweat dripping from the seraphic space between your eyebrows to the gentle slope of your nose—tinged slightly rosy.

hyunjin snapped out of his daze, shaking his head immediately to ease you," its okay, im just glad that we found you soon enough!"

"you should hurry, your husband must be panicking as well." hyunjin added. he wasn't sure why he felt the need to mention her husband, perhaps he was hoping she'd deny the fact that she was married.

"oh it's fine i don't have a husband,"

"oh…" hyunjin's reaction was instant. the cheshire cat grin that struggled not to draw itself on his lips and across his cheeks in case he scared you off, but oh my god what a struggle it was, especially when the dark clouds that had began to menacingly circle around his head had been conquered by the bright sun smiling on top of his head. a few dozen flowers blossomed in the garden he had been tending to in his heart, attracting butterflies of so many shades.

"i am so sorry for assuming."

© ITGIRLGYU 2023, feedbacks, and reblogs are always appreciated! PERM. TAGLIST: @impureperhaps @wonioml @forever-in-the-sky2 @1921choi @ox1-lovesick @minhosdaydreamer

[minilinooo]

Hii! It’s me again!! Could I request a Minho comfort fic? Something along the lines of “Thank you for staying. It just gets so lonely at night sometimes.”🍬

But could you also make it a bit angsty? Where the reader really needs company.(I’m still obsessing over late night settings so y’all have to bear with me)

lonely night -- lee minho

pairing: bf!lee know x gn!reader | genre: hurt/comfort |.word count: 997 | warnings: anxiety, loneliness, being overwhelmed, struggling with mental health

a/n: hi anon! i’m so sorry for getting this out so late, thank you for being so patient! i really love your prompts btw! they’re really fun to write :D thank you so much for sending them in <3 also i noticed you use the 🍬 emoji a lot so is it okay if i use that emoji to identify you in case you ever send in asks?

It’s been a hard couple of days. Things have been completely overwhelming revolving around your occupation, social life, mental health, and other things. Days started to feel long and repetitive to you and it was hard to be happy with where you were in life. One main thing you were struggling with feeling so alone. Yes, you have friends and people that care about you, heck, you have Minho - the absolute love of your life, your everything - but for some reason, no matter how surrounded you are by your favorite people, you still feel alone. It’s definitely not their fault, it’s no one’s fault really, it just happens and you absolutely hate it. It’s too much to handle sometimes.

Some days would be so hard, you would go home and just let all the tears out. You can’t help it, they just fall on their own. You feel bad because Minho doesn’t know anything about this. You’ve thought of telling him before but you didn’t want to make him worry or anything so you chose to keep it to yourself.

Tonight was the hardest night of all. You couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. Endless thoughts and worries took you away from the sleep you needed. Every toss and turn made it worse. All you needed right now was someone to be by your side. Who was that? Minho. As much as you dreaded telling him what’s going on, he’s the only one that would be able comfort to you. Grabbing your phone, you pressed on his number. It took only 4 rings for him to pick up. “Hello?” his voice sounded hoarse, indicating that he just woke up - which makes sense since it’s almost 2am.

Tonight was the hardest night of all. You couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. Endless thoughts and worries took you away from the sleep you needed. Every toss and turn made it worse. All you needed right now was someone to be by your side. Who was that? Minho. As much as you dreaded telling him what’s going on, he’s the only one that would be able comfort to you. Grabbing your phone, you pressed on his number. It took only 4 rings for him to pick up. “Hello?” his voice sounded hoarse, indicating that he just woke up - which makes sense since it’s almost 2am.

“Hey, sorry I woke you up-“

“Are you okay?” he interrupted.

“Uh yeah, I just miss you that’s all,” you hesitated, “Is there a chance you can come over and possibly stay the night?”

There was a silence on Minho’s end, you took that as a sign of hesitancy so you proceeded, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I get you’re busy and need all the rest you can-”

“I’m on my way,” you heard shuffling in the background, “I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay, no rush.”

“Do you want me to stay on the phone with you? Until I get there?” he asked in a soft tone.

“Yeah actually, if you don’t mind.”

You and Minho had a good small talk while he drove to your house. It was a normal one, him asking how your day was and you asking him the same thing. He went on about how busy he was that day and all the interesting things his members did. It took your mind off of everything and you were very thankful about it. After less than 10 minutes, you heard keys unlock the front door. You knew it was Minho cause you gave him the keys to your house awhile ago in case he needed a place to crash whenever he’s tired or just anytime he wanted to visit without you having to go open the door every time.

You heard his footsteps get closer to your bedroom door. The door slowly opened and Minho’s head popped in. You gave him a small wave and gestured him to get in bed. He immediately moved over to your bed, he pulled you into his chest and stroked your head as if he already knew what to do. “So what’s wrong?” he asked after a moment.

“What? Nothing’s wrong.” you dodged.

“Something’s bothering you, that’s why you asked me to come over.” he deadpanned. “Well, what if I just wanted to see you for no reason.”

“I’m not buying it, seriously y/n, what’s going on?”

You breathed out in frustration, “Nothing, just dealing with stuff…”

“Stuff…?” he stopped stroking your head.

“I don’t know what’s been going on lately, I’ve just been feeling overwhelmed and I guess lonely, even if I’m with the people I love, I still feel so alone, that’s weird huh?” your eyes suddenly stung with tears, you quickly blinked them away.

“Why would it be weird? This is your feelings y/n, your mental health even, it’s okay to feel that way,” he grabbed one of your hands and gently stroked the back of it with his thumb. “Why… didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to bother you, you already have so much on your plate. I don’t want to lay so much on you.” you sighed.

“That doesn’t even matter, you know I’d always make the time for you especially when you’re having a hard time.”

“I’m sorry,” you trailed off, “I was going to tell you sooner, I don’t know why I didn’t.” “It’s okay. Even if I am busy, I’d still at least check on you, you’re my everything.” he gave the top of your head a little kiss causing your heart to warm at the action.

“I love you Min.” you lifted your head up to give him a kiss on the cheek, but missed so it was on his jaw instead.

“I love you too y/n, let’s go to sleep now, yeah?”

“Yeah, good night.”

“Good night, y/n.”

Having Minho by your side already eased a lot of your anxiety and sadness. You knew he always brought you comfort but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him what was bothering you. You felt a little bad about it, you knew you could trust him with anything. 

You broke the comforting silence between the two of you, “Min?”

He hummed in response, “Thank you for being here with me, it really means a lot to me.”

“Of course, I’d be willing to do anything for you, just don’t be afraid to tell me anything. I want to be there for you.”

“I will from now on.”

“Promise?” he stuck out his pinky.

You smiled, “I promise.” you said, sealing the promise.

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[lixiebokie]

stray kids as 5SOS songs

hi 5SOSFAMSTAY i got inspired while listening to good girls and wondered which members of skz would be what 5SOS song so here we are!

if you have requests for who you think lmk ❤️

BANG CHAN

coming soon

LEE MINHO

coming soon

SEO CHANGBIN

coming soon

HWANG HYUNJIN

coming soon

HAN JISUNG

coming soon

LEE FELIX

coming soon

KIM SEUNGMIN

coming soon

YANG JEONGIN

coming soon

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photos are from pinterest and all one shots are inspired by 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER songs

i will be continuing through his lens aswell as this series but i am just very busy atm

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[zeroeightzeroone]

i'm proud of you - han jisung

love collection

genre: soft, comfort

synopsis: after a long day and an even longer past couple of weeks, jisung needs you

pairings: fem!reader (infp) x idol!han jisung (istp)

warnings: ji is stressed

wc ~2.2k | moodboard

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j.one<3: i need you i'm coming over i'll be there in 30

you: i'll unlock the door in 25

taking into account how busy jisung has been the past couple of weeks and the way he's texting you, something is going on with him.

its that time of the year when stray kids are preparing for their comeback and for the past couple of weeks, along with the other members' schedules, jisung's schedule has been packed to the brim. he's been in and out of the recording studio, the dance practice room, attending interviews and pre-recordings to prepare with the rest of the boys, basically working non-stop.

of course, jisung loves his job and is grateful for the opportunity to write, produce and release his music–something he is very passionate about–to the world. but at the end of the day, much like any other job, it can pile up and become incredibly overwhelming. sometimes, you have to take a step back to breathe and return to a better headspace.

along with your boyfriend's schedule, yours has also been packed to the brim. thus, neither of you had the opportunity to spend too much time with the other over the past couple of weeks. the extent of your time together consisting of short, sweet text messages throughout the day, if you were lucky a short phone call before bed to exchange goodnight's.

jisung has reached his limit, he's hit a breaking point. he knows that if he doesn't get at least one night to take a break he may go insane. he needs to take a step back, he needs to take a breather, he needs you.

being one-third of 3racha meant chan had the opportunity to see jisung a bit more than the others, which also meant he had the opportunity to see jisung's well-being take a critical hit and suffer as the days went on. seeing how the boys were exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally, chan immediately went to the company to talk with their management and request they take–at the least–a day off.

despite jisung having a key to your apartment, you unlock the door twenty-five minutes before his expected arrival. and a little over five minutes later, he's standing outside your front door and softly knocking to notify you of his arrival. the knocks prompt you off the couch and onto your feet, making your way to the entrance as jisung shuts the door behind him.

your assumption that something is going on is only confirmed when jisung avoids your gaze while discarding his shoes, no words leaving his pouted lips. it's clear he isn't in the best place mentally or emotionally, while you aren't a hundred percent sure of the details, you do know that–much like his texts–he needs you and that you'll be there for him in any way possible.

now that his feet are only clad with his cotton socks, jisung takes a couple steps towards you and places a lingering kiss on your forehead, his shoulders relax the slightest bit as his hands find yours. when he pulls away, he's still avoiding your gaze, but being with him for as long as you have; you don't take it personally. hand in hand, jisung trails behind you as you walk through the apartment and into your bedroom. following quietly and waiting patiently whilst you approach the dresser, pulling out a pair of his sweatpants from the drawer of his clothes.

you turn to him, glancing down at his black denim jeans, "it'll be more comfortable? it's up to you though."

jisung extends his arms and takes the sweatpants out of your hands and into his own. he quickly changes out of the jeans, which are now in a pile on the floor and into the grey sweatpants, you turn to climb into your bed but jisung's hand is suddenly wrapped around your wrist, stopping you.

your head cocked in confusion, you stare at your boyfriend.

jisung, who came over clad in a black hoodie, quickly removes the thick fabric from his body. the white long-sleeved shirt he wears underneath rises along with the fabric before it slumps back in place once the hoodie is discarded. you watch jisung with curious eyes as he steps towards you, pulling the hoodie over your head, the fabric bunching up around your neck and shoulders.

he can definitely see the way your cheeks are burning up.

your boyfriend moves your arms around, pulling them through the sleeves before he adjusts the thick fabric around your body. a hum of satisfaction leaves him before he crawls into your bed and makes himself comfortable under the covers.

jisung loves you in his clothes, that fact stays consistent no matter how he's feeling.

snapping out of your daze, you follow suit and crawl under the covers next to jisung who chooses to be the small spoon today. his arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your stomach. you feel the way his body relaxes the slightest bit as he nuzzles into your side, pulling you impossibly closer to him. one of your hands ends up in his dark hair, gently carding through the shaggy locks whilst the other one gently caresses his cheekbone.

a wave of comfort washes over jisung at the feeling of your fingertips grazing his scalp, coupled with the feeling of your arms around his body, holding him close, your warmth radiating onto him as a trembling breath leaves his lips. once again, jisung nuzzles into your side but this time to his his face in the fabric of the hoodie. hiding the way his already glossy eyes brim with tears along his waterline, the warm droplets soaking up into the thick fabric. the first whimper that leaves jisung has you immediately holding him tighter, continuing to run your fingers through his hair and reminding him that you're here.

your heart aches at the sound of your boyfriend's cries.

being with jisung for as long as you have, you knew not to take his habit of avoiding your gaze personally. you're very familiar with his habit of avoiding direct eye contact with anyone when he's feeling down or particularly stressed out. you aren't entirely sure of the reason why, but you believe that what isn't seen in jisung's other facial expressions is shown in his eyes. thus, when he is upset or down, avoiding eye contact also means hiding the inner turmoil that is clearly present in his eyes.

with how observant you are, jisung became aware early on in your relationship that it didn't take you long to pick up on this habit of his. it's now something you look out for whenever jisung is feeling distant or in the dumps, it took a while but you eventually found a couple of methods that worked best when jisung fell into this distressed state.

over the years, you have become a lifeline in jisung's life. you are his place of comfort, a home where his heart belongs, where it feels safe. which is precisely why he avoids making eye contact with you in an emotionally sensitive state. the sight of your warm and welcoming eyes would result in an immediate breakdown. the way your eyes sparkle up at him, swimming with concern and a yearning for him would immediately break down his walls, allowing him to be vulnerable around you. allowing his emotions to spill out into your open arms, ready to be a pillar of support for him.

for the next couple of moments, you continue to run your fingers through jisung's hair as he holds your body close and cries into your side. when his sobs gradually become hiccups and sniffles, that's when you take the opportunity to say a couple of words.

"if you wanna talk about it, i'm here," you say softly, "if not, i'm still here."

you crane your head to look down at your boyfriend who moves his head to look up at you, his round eyes puffy and glossy, his eyelashes clumped together with tears. jisung nods, a small smile playing on his lips–one that's more genuine than the others he forced out earlier.

"thank you," he sniffles, his voice is the slightest bit raspy.

you shake your head, moving the hand that isn't in his hair to his cheek to wipe some of his tears. admiration bubbling up inside when jisung leans into your touch.

the both of you fall into a comfortable silence, relishing in the presence of your lover and the warmth that radiates off their body. a presence and a feeling that your busy lives have depraved you both of the past couple of weeks.

despite prolonged periods where you and jisung are deprived of physical affection from the other due to your busy schedules, being able to be under the other's touch, cradled in the other's arms for even just a few moments feels like a reward for all that's been accomplished in your separate lives. being in the arms of your lover exudes a feeling of comfort, and tranquillity, that eventually everything will fall into place, a feeling of reassurance that your hard work is paying off.

sometimes you find it crazy how a simple touch from jisung can turn everything upside down. you could be having a terrible day and he could pull you into his arms and all of a sudden your day ends on a high note.

jisung shares the same sentiment, after weeks of grinding through work that's been piling on and on, being with you, in your arms is just what he needed. you are just what he needs.

you watch with curiosity as jisung moves higher on the bed and onto his back. he locks eyes with you and extends his arms in your direction.

"i wanna hold my baby," he opens and closes his fists, beckoning you into his hold.

you hesitate for a moment, thinking you're here to comfort him. but your boyfriend notices your hesitation and takes it upon himself to pull you into his arms. you rest your cheek against his chest while he holds you tightly. you adjust your head and look up at your boyfriend, whose eyes are still puffy and slightly red. he scrunches his nose when he looks down at you, indicating that he's feeling much better than when he first arrived.

you giggle at his antics.

jisung places a hand on your cheek, much like you did earlier, and caresses your cheekbone gently. gazing down at you with clear adoration in his eyes, unbeknownst to your boyfriend, the corners of his lips tugging upwards as he looks down at you.

he sighs, "work's been a lot lately," you nod and he continues, "i want to make sure i'm putting my best foot forward and doing my best work but it's hard when there's so much going on. i don't wanna disappoint you, the other members, stay."

he takes a moment to think.

"at the same time, i know it's unrealistic to think i–or anyone really– could possibly please everyone. there's always gonna be people that aren't pleased with the things you do and that's life, right?"

your eyes scan over your boyfriend's face as he walks both you and himself through his thoughts.

"which is why i shouldn't be scared of disappointing people if i choose to take a break, to take care of myself when things get overwhelming," he sighs, "but at the same time it's so hard to break out of the mindset where taking breaks means not being productive, i'm so used to thinking that way, you know?"

you hum in acknowledgment, "i know, baby."

"at the very least, i realized sooner rather than later this time. i'm able to take a break earlier instead of further down the line."

"i'm proud of you for taking a much-needed break. you've been working so hard, love."

"thank you, my y/n," jisung's eyes sparkle down at you.

"i understand how you feel, i get like that sometimes to, which you know already," he nods, "i know how hard you work and stay knows how hard you work to give them and show them your best work."

you adjust the position you're lying in so you get a better view of jisung's face.

"i've seen the work you've put out and ones that you haven't yet, they're all amazing. absolute works of art and a testament of your hard work, passion and dedication to your craft."

your boyfriend's eyes dart away from yours as his cheeks flush, heart skipping a beat at your words. jisung always gets quite flustered when he hears kind words praising his work, but he gets particularly flustered when he hears them from you.

"you do your best when you also feel your best. it's definitely easier said than done to extend the compassion and value to yourself since we are, are own biggest critics. nevertheless, i'll be here to reassure you that stay would love to hear that you were able to rest and take breaks in the middle of working hard. i'll always be here to tell you that you're working so hard and are more than deserving of a break, to rest."

jisung leans down to place a kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment before he pulls away with a lazy smile.

"you've been working so hard, you've been doing amazing. you're doing so well and i'm so proud of you, han jisung."

[dayawantstosleep]

Autum Leaves

Pairing: Bang Chan x OC

Genre: friends to lovers; coffee shop au; slice-of-life au

Warnings: none

Notes: I hope you really like this special one shot for all of my Chan lovers out there.

I hate raking. The universe gives me a false sense of security every time I have a huge pile of leaves and then destroys my trust as the wind scatters them everywhere.

Minho told Chan and I it was our turn to rake, so the cafe would feel warmer to the customers. That just meant he didn't want to do the raking himself.

"Why did we get stuck raking?" I said with a pout. Chan stopped raking a few leaves next to him, to look at me and laugh.

His laugh is beautiful; the melodic and warm sound turns me into a puddle of goo more often than not.

It makes me want to hear that every day, and I sometimes do. Chan is good at speaking to customers, and they often make him laugh. It brings me pide that I get to make him laugh this time.

"Because he's, our manager. Plus, the day is pretty, who wouldn't want to get stuck outside?" He asked.

Sunlight filtered through the trees, creating a shadow on Chan's face. It was a simple thing, yet that simple thing made him even more beautiful.

"Alright, alright. You and Minho win this time." I continue raking the semi pesky leaves, pouting slightly.

"Turn to me." Chan said and I did as he said. He smiled brightly, dimples attacking my heart.

"You look good in the sunlight." He said shamelessly. I laughed and his smile widen.

"Thanks. You look good too." I semi flirted and continued raking the leaves into a small pile.

I could feel Chan's eyes on me as the pile became bigger. After I had a good number of leaves in the pile, I turned to see him with a huge leaf pile.

"We should jump in them," He exclaimed and handed me the rake before jumping.

The leaves scattered everywhere and then he made a leaf angel. I laughed at the joyous expression and internally said 'fuck it'.

"Alright." I said and jumped in my own leaf pile. They were softer than I expected, and I laughed as one hit me straight in the face.

I sat up and saw Chan staring at me. A blush crept to my cheeks as he smiled warmly. He stood up and sat down next to me.

"You have a leaf right here." He leaned in and picked up a stray orange leaf from my hair. I really didn't want him to hear my heart practically leaping out of my chest.

"Thanks." I said and grabbed a handful of leaves, throwing them straight at Chan to ignore my heart beating wildly.

He let out a bubbly laugh and shook his head like a dog. I laughed along with him as leaves scattered everywhere.

"Hey! More raking, less playing!" I faintly heard Minho behind me. I turned to see him staring at us through the window with a mischievous expression.

"Aye aye captain!" I yelled as I grabbed my rake.

I turned to see a smiling Chan, looking at Minho. I had a feeling they were telepathically speaking about something. I wanted in on it.

"Hey, what's with that look?" I asked Chan, who just shrugged. I turned to Minho accusingly, and he turned around and walked away from the window.

"Don't worry about it." He said with a smirk, and I almost had a heart attack right there.

I pouted and he laughed before grabbing the rake from my hands. I stopped in my tracks as he grabbed both of my hands and began to sway.

"What are you doing? You heard Minho -"

"Shh." He said and leaned towards me, so we were inches apart. His lips looked enticing.

I acted impulsively and connected our lips. I pulled away quickly, staring at a smiling Chan. He leaned in and kissed me this time and took his dear sweet time to pull away.

"Finally!" I heard Minho behind me. I threw an annoyed look his way, making him laugh and walk away.

Maybe raking isn't as bad as I thought.

[yootaesowlwrites]

Please Remove the Cuffs - Hwang Hyunjin

W/C: 6.1K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “I-I want to touch you too. Please remove the cuffs…” + “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, au, mafia au, Mafia!Hyunjin, handcuffs, teasing, begging, nudism, marking, nipple sucking, nipple licking, handjob, oral(female receiving), cum tasting, hair pulling, unprotected sex, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

“I don’t kneel for anyone, nor do I beg for anyone,” Hyunjin says. You watch as he spoke to his henchmen, a hard expression on his face, but a smirk was slowly forming on your lips. You push yourself away from the wall and make your way out of his office and towards your bedroom upstairs in the house, letting him finish with his meeting while also getting a few things out. It didn’t take long before he was making his way into the bedroom, tossing his blazer aside while rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt all the way to his elbows, his tie was already halfway undone.

“Can you close the door?” You ask, looking at him through the mirror that was hanging on the wall above the dresser you were standing at. You watch him close the door before making his way towards you and wrapping his arms around you and placing his chin on your shoulder.

“Hmm, finally alone with you, after an entire day of not being able to touch or hold you,” He softly hums. His eyes slowly move to what was atop the dresser you were standing in front of, and you hear him take in a sharp breath. “And what is all this?”

“Well, you said you don’t kneel for anyone, nor do you beg for anyone,” You say, watching his expression. “I want to test that, will you allow me?” You hear him take in another sharp breath before he picks up the handcuffs that are laid on the dresser and turns you to face him.

“You know that I will always beg for you, kneel for you, whatever it is you want me to do,” He says. He was hopelessly in love with you, there was no denying that, and he would end the world for you if you asked or if anyone dared to lay their filthy hands on you. “So… If you wish to have me handcuffed…” He takes a step back and slowly sinks to his knees in front of you. “And on my knees for you, then you have me like that,” You step forward and take the cuffs from his hand.

“You came in here, rolling up your sleeves… Surely you were already expecting a long night,” You say. You move your hand to the button of his shirt before pausing as another idea pops into your mind. “Put your hands behind your back,” You watch as he moves his hands behind him before you slowly move around him. You bend down, and he feels you placing the cuffs around his wrists before he hears them lock, his heart rate instantly picks p, excitement already coursing through him. You place your hands on his shoulders and your lips brush against the shell of his ear, he could feel your hot breathing, and he had to resist the urge to moan right then and there. “You know what to say when you want it all to stop, right?” He tilts his head back at your voice close to his ear like that.

“Red,” He breathes out. It was a colour you hated and when it would be uttered, everything would stop instantly, because you hated if you hurt him or caused harm to him, and he also hated that. Intimate moments like this were made to make the other one feel like they were floating through the universe. You squeeze his shoulders before your lips disappeared from his ear and your hands lift away from his shoulders, he could hear your footsteps slowly moving as you move back into his view.

“What should I do with you first?” You ask. He was on his knees staring up at you with his hands cuffed behind his back, he already looked like sin, and you hadn’t even started yet. You step closer to him and place your hand underneath his jaw and gently press your fingers into his skin to make sure he keeps looking up at you. “Fuck, you look so…” You lean over and press your lips against his, your eyes shutting immediately as you feel his lips move with yours.

His lips were warm against yours and felt soft, the taste from the iced American he had earlier still lingered on his lips. You slide your tongue over his bottom lip, and he immediately parts his lips, allowing your tongue access to his mouth. Your other hand moves to his shoulder, slipping underneath the dress shirt to feel his warm skin, while your tongue was exploring every inch of his mouth. The room slowly becomes warmer the longer the kiss lasts, and the more intense it grew. Silver strings of saliva break off as you pull back from the kiss and coat his chin, you open your eyes and found his lips swollen from how deeply you had kissed him.

“Fuck…” You whisper. You slowly release his jaw and trace your finger along his lips, feeling how soft it is. Your fingers slowly move along his cheek, over the mole that was on his cheek, before your hand moves away from him as he was starting to lean into your touch. “Your chest… seems so empty.”

“Pillow,” He quickly says before you could move onto your knees. “Get a pillow for yourself,” You nod your head as you feel your heart-warming at his care. You move towards the bed and pick up one of the pillows before making your way back towards him. You drop the pillow in front of him, the wind from the pillow dropping onto the floor rushes around him and makes him shiver. You move onto your knees in front of him and reach out and begin unbuttoning his button-up shirt before pushing it open and slowly slide your hand over his chest, feeling his warm skin underneath the palm of your hands before you slowly slide them slower.

“You are just… everything,” You say. “Everything to me,” You lean closer to him and brush your lips against his neck, he immediately tilts his head back to give you more access to his neck. “Let me leave a little bruise here too,” You whisper before your lips close around the spot you had kissed and begin sucking. His lids flutter as he feels his blood rushing through his veins and going straight to his cock, that was now starting to harden. Your hands pause when your thumbs reached his nipples, and slowly you begin to rub the pads of your thumbs over them.

“Y/n…” He breathes out. He could feel your nose rubbing against his neck as you were sucking on it, and fuck, it was making his mind spin as he felt and heard your hot breath on his skin, along with the feeling of your thumbs rubbing over his nipples, which were quickly becoming sensitive to your touch. “Fuck… I…” Just hearing the groans were making you grow wet, they sounded so delicious. You could feel his body heat reaching yours along with his intoxicating scent that you absolutely love.

You pull back from his neck and look at the mark you had just created on his skin, admiring it for a moment before your lips touched his collarbone, and you begin sucking another bruise into his skin. You slide one of your hands down his stomach, feeling the ridges from his abs underneath your touch before your fingers reach his pants.

“Y/n…” He says, although it sounded more like a whimper. Your hand moves over his pants and slowly feel over his thigh through his pants and slowly move your hand to the inside of his thigh. “Fuck…” Your teeth graze over his skin, and you gently nip at it before you pull back from his collarbone.

“You taste so deliciously,” You say and lick your lips as you look at his face. You could see that his brown eyes had darkened and lust was clouding them. Your hand pauses right before it reaches his hardening cock in his pants, and you could see his jaw clenching for a moment. “Soon,” You dip your head and lick a stripe over his nipple, which causes him to take in a shuddering breath, you do it again while your thumb was playing with his other nipple.

“Yyy/nnn,” He whines, which makes you smirk at the sound of him whining your name. “Fuck, touch me, touch it…” You squeeze his thigh, and he lets out a low groan. “Shit…” You move your hand to cup his bulge through his pants, and his breathing stops for a moment. “Fuck…” You slowly palm him through his pants and hear his breathing becoming harder and deeper. “Y/n…” Your lips wrap around his nipple, and you gently suck on the bud. You slide your hand away from his chest and up towards his shoulder before you slowly push his shirt down his shoulder to expose him a little more.

“Y/n…” He groans out. He could hear your loud breathing against his chest as you suck on his nipple, which was causing sweat to break out onto his skin and slowly covers him. You could feel his cock growing bigger underneath your touch, and the tent in his pants was becoming more prominent. “Fuck, Y/n…” You pull back from his nipple, and he moves from sitting on his knees to standing on them. “Please…” You look up at him as he looks down at you with pleading eyes. “Please…” Your hand slides from his shoulder and over his chest and down his stomach until your fingers curl into his pants.

“Do you want to sit somewhere?” You ask as you slide your hand away from his clothed cock and towards the button on his pants. He feels you unbutton his pants before hearing the zipper being undone and his pants falling down until it reached his knees.

“No, no, I’m fine right here, like this,” He says. “You want me on my knees, I’ll stay on my knees for you,” Your fingers slide along the waistband of his underwear, he could feel a shiver going up his spine at your touch.

“Are you sure?” You ask. “Because I won’t mind if you want to sit at the edge of the bed if it’s going to be easier,” He shakes his head, taking in a deep breath, your eyes move lower, and you watch as his stomach rises and falls.

“I’m fine right here,” He says. “I’ll let you know if I can’t anymore…” You nod your head and curl your fingers around the waistband of his underneath and slowly yet carefully push it down and over his cock. “Fucking fuck…” You push his underwear down to his knees before flattening your hands against his thighs and slowly sliding your hands upwards, leaving a burning trail behind on his skin. “So good…” Your hands slide over the crease of his hips and you lean closer. You keep your eyes on his face to watch his reaction and see his lids fluttering as your breath got closer and closer to his stomach. “Ohhh,” You watch his lids shut as your lips touch below his belly button, and you slowly kiss a line down to his pubic bone.

“Shit…” He breathes out. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows loudly, you could see the sweat becoming thicker on his skin, and it was starting to glow underneath the lights. You flatten your tongue against his stomach and lick a stripe back upwards, moving away from his cock and where he wanted your attention the most. “Tease…”

“Like you’re complaining,” You state and blow against the spot you had just licked, you watch his muscles tighten for a moment and hear a low grunt coming from him. You slide your hand down his thigh before moving it to the inside of his thigh and upwards, you watch him open his eyes and look down at you, trying to see where your hand was travelling towards.

“Never said I wa- aah, ohh,” He moans as he feels your hand cup his balls. You gently massage his balls, and you watch his chest rising and falling faster as his breathing becomes faster. You kiss down his stomach again before you lift your head and move it to his thigh, avoiding his cock. “The power you have over me…” You kiss over his thigh, nipping at his skin every few times. “I’ll beg for you, I don’t mind, I’ll beg for you to give me what I want so badly right now… I’m not ashamed to beg,” You smirk against his skin and pull back.

“Then beg,” You say. You watch him swallow again, his hair was sticking to his neck and to his forehead already from the sweat. Your hand moves to his thigh and your fingers stroke along his skin, and you feel goosebumps forming on his skin.

“I… Y/n…” He begins and swallows again. “Please… touch it, please, I want you to touch my cock,” You could feel your pussy twitch from his words. “I need you to touch my cock, fuck… I need to feel your hand around it,” You lick your lips as you feel heat travelling through your body and sweat slowly building up on your skin. “I need to feel your touch,” You glance down at his cock and watch pre-cum glistening at the slit. “Please… fuck, please,” You look back at his face and right into his pleading eyes. Just seeing his face in such a state and hearing him pleading with you, begging for you to touch him. “I’m desperate for your touch, I need it so badly,” It was soaking your panties. “Fuck… Y/n… Yyy/nnn, please,” His tone quickly became whiny.

“Fuck, you sound so hot right now,” You say. Your hand slowly slides higher on his thighs, and you watch him buck his hips forward, trying to get you to touch him. “You’re so needy… I love it,” A whimper leaves his lips.

“Please…” He whispers. You watch his body jerk as you place your index finger on the underside of his cock and slowly slide it downwards. “Ohh, oh, fuck, fuck, more, please,” His head tilts back as your finger reaches the base of his cock. “Fuck, please… OH!” You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and slowly slide it along his length. “Fuuuckk,” Your movement was painfully slow as you drag your hand along, and he was desperate to feel your hand along his entire shaft. “Faster…”

“Faster?” You ask. “Aren’t you being too eager now?” He lets out a groan as your hand finally reaches the head of his cock. “Better?” A whimper leaves his lips as you slowly circle your thumb around the tip of his cock.

“Fuck…” He breathes out. You were teasing him, and making him sweat, but he doesn’t regret saying those words in front of you. You slowly slide your thumb over the slit where his pre-cum was oozing out and spread it over the tip, his breathing picks up at that, and you couldn’t help but smirk. You slowly slide your hand down his cock, leaving a glistering stripe behind on his cock as you do. “F-fuckk,” Your hand slides back up, and you gather more of his pre-cum to spread over his length. “S-so good, fuck, Y-Y/n,” Hearing him stuttering like this was absolutely delicious.

“Yeah… you like this?” You ask and twist your hand at the base of his cock, a squelching sound quickly fills the room, and he sucks in his stomach at the sound and at the feeling that runs through him. “Like that?” Your hand moves to the middle of his cock, and you twist it again, spreading his pre-cum even more. His skin was completely flushed, and he desperately tried to fuck himself on your hand. Your other hand squeezes his balls, making his breathing hitch. “Feels nice, doesn’t it?” His cock was now glistening with his pre-cum and he was breathing loudly.

“I-I want to touch you too.” He breathes out. “Please remove the cuffs…” You slowly slide your hand down his cock before you pull your hands away from his cock and balls. “Nhhhooo,” He whines out and lifts his head to look at you. A hint of deviousness was swimming in your eyes, it was practically dancing with the lust that covered your eyes.

“I can do that,” You say. He watches as you begin to unbutton your shirt before you slowly pull it down your arms to expose yourself, he swallows as he watches you remove your bra and licks his lips before his eyes zeros in only our chest. “I can touch myself for you.”

“Nooo, fuck, no, I want to touch you, I want to feel you,” He says in a pleading tone, which makes you smirk even more. You stand from the pillow, and he watches as your hands move to the waistband of your pants.

“Well…” You begin and push your pants down along with your panties, his eyes immediately drop to your pussy, he could only see your mound and thighs, but he could already imagine your pussy in front of his eyes. “How about you stay on your knees like that, handcuffed and desperate, while eating me out?” He lets out a loud moan, and you watch his eyes roll to the back of his head, his lips shutting for a moment, and you watch as he tries to get his breathing under control. “I take that as a yes?” He sits down on his knees and opens his eyes to watch you. You step closer, and he tugs at the cuffs, wanting to reach out for you and pull you closer to him, but he was quickly reminded that he was cuffed and could only watch.

“Come here,” He practically growls out. You feel your insides twist and your wetness grows between your folds. You reach out and run your fingers through his hair before gripping it and pulling his head back before you stepped closer to him, he immediately leans closer, and you spread your legs for him. His lips brush over your mound, leaving a brief kiss on it, before his tongue was licking at your folds and pushed past them to get to your juices.

“Ohh, oh, yes, that’s so warm,” You breathe out. His tongue slides over the inside of your folds, trying his best to avoid your clit for the time being. “Fuck… yes…” His tongue glides along your folds, and you hear him swallowing loudly. “Fuck, yes…” His tongue circles back and your back arches as you feel the texture of his tongue finally slide over your clit. “Ohh, my fucking… yes…” You close your eyes as you feel an unexplainable sensation run through your body, a tightening feeling begins building inside your lower abdomen. You could hear your heart rate picking as it drummed loudly in your ears, you could a fire igniting inside you and your skin quickly felt like it was set ablaze with pleasure. You pull at his hair as you feel him lick your clit once more before taking the bundle of nerves between his lips and sucking on it.

“Ohh, ohh, fuck, yes. Yes, Hyun…” You moan out. You could feel your mind slowly begin to spin at the sensation that was coursing through your veins and taking over all of your senses. The tip of his tongue plays with your clit as he sucks on the nub, and you could feel the tension inside you growing along with your growing wetness. “Hyun… Fuck,” You lower your gaze and saw him looking up at you from between your legs with big needy, lust-filled eyes. “FUCK!”

“Hmm,” He hums against your clit. Which makes your mind spin as the vibrations from his hum travel through you, and right into the knot of tension that was building. “Hmm,” The sensation goes up your spine, and it feels like it exploded inside your mind.

“Fucking… HYUN!” You cry out as you feel him tug on the nub before releasing it. Your breathing was hard and loud, and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to continue standing like this. He pushes his head more between your legs, and you feel his tongue reach your sopping hole.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” He mutters against your pussy, which makes your walls clench and your knees to shake. His tongue presses against your slit, and he licks at your juices that were only increasing from the stimulation his tongue was giving.

“Fu-fuck, Hy-Hyun,” You stutter out. You could feel your muscles slowly tightening as your high was slowly starting to inch closer. “Fuck, Oh, my fuck…” You could feel his nose rubbing against your clit as he licked at your hole, which was adding to the stimulation it were already feeling. “Like that… yes,” You close your eyes as you begin to feel an intense pleasure overtaking you. “Hyun…” Your grip on his hair tightens as you feel your muscles starting to stiffen. “I…” His breathing was loud against your clit, and the feeling of his hot breath right there was making everything spin. You could hear the loud squelching wet sounds as he licks your juices and swallows them.

“Fucking…” You hiss out as you feel his tongue push inside you. Your legs were starting to feel weak underneath you, and you were becoming more unsure if you would be able to keep standing with his tongue now buried inside you, curling and twisting as he tries to get more of your juices. “FUCK!” Your toes curl against the bedroom floor and your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your lids as stars suddenly explode behind them. “HYUNJIN!” A tingling sensation shoots up your legs, which causes the tension inside you to snap. “OH, OHH, UHHMM!”

“Hmm-mhh,” He hums against your pussy as you cum, and he could only swallow and lick at it. Your body shakes as you fight to keep standing on your own two legs as you go through your orgasm, but his humming as he swallows your juices was making it hard.

“FUCKING, HYUNJIN, HYUNJIN!” You cry out in pleasure, you could feel tears of pleasure forming in your eyes and slowly leaking down your cheeks. “UHM, OHH!” Your mind floats through the clouds before it slowly begins to descend back to earth. Your grip on his hair loosens, and you take in a deep breath as you feel his tongue sliding from your slit to your clit before you took a step back to look down at him. Your cum drips from his chin and down his neck and starts to go down his chest. “Fuck…” You could feel your hair sticking to your neck and shoulders.

“You taste so delicious,” He mutters and licks his lips, trying to clean them. You take a few steps back before turning around and grabbing the keys for the handcuffs that were laying on the dresser. He watches as you approach him, your body glowing underneath the lights and from the sweat. You move out of his view, and he feels your hot breath against the back of his neck before he felt your hands at his wrists.

“Fuck me like you mean it,” You mutter, just low enough for him to hear it. You unlock the cuffs and remove them from his hands, he immediately stood and turned around to pull you to your feet, making you drop the cuffs to the floor. His hands grab onto your hips, and he begins backing you up towards the bed, while stepping out from his pants and underwear as he does.

“And what if I want you to ride me?” He asks. His tone was rough and his eyes dark with pleasure, his grip was tight on your hips, and you knew you would find some light bruising on your skin there in the morning. He dips his head down to your neck, and you feel his lips on your neck, peppering soft kisses on your skin. You reach up and push his shirt completely off him and let it hit the floor

“That shouldn’t stop you,” You say and turn him around and push him down onto the bed. You immediately climb onto the bed and on top of him, straddling his waist, and immediately felt his hard cock pushing against your pussy. He watches as you take your place on top of him before you reach between your legs for his cock and wrap your hand around it before guiding it through your folds.

“Fuck, fuck, ohhh, fuck,” He moans. He felt overly sensitive from you touching him earlier and then waiting to be inside you. You push the head of his cock inside you and slowly sink onto him. “Ohh, fucking…. gaaawwdd,” He groans as he feels your walls squeezing around him. “Fuck, fuck… Oh, my fucking…”

“Ohh, oh, yes, hmm…” You moan as you feel his cock stretching your walls and filling your hole. “Hyunjin… Hyun, fuck…” The squelching sound of your wetness fills the room. His hands grip your hips, and you feel him guide you faster onto his cock.

“Y/n… fuck, Yyyy/nnnn,” He whines. The warm-wet feeling was making his mind spin, and he swears he could come undone right then and there. “Fuck, so good… so good,” You look down at him, fighting to keep your lids open as the sensation of him filling you was making you want to close your eyes. He was staring up at you as well, fighting to keep his eyes open to look at you. “Fuck, you look so good on top of me,” Your walls clench around him, and you watch him intake sharply. You pause on top of him once his cock was fully submerged inside of you, you press your hands against his chest to keep yourself upright.

“Fuck…” You breathe out, taking a moment to gather your breathing and adjust to the stretch his cock was giving. “It… you… so good,” You lift your hips and slowly begin riding him, his eyes drop to your chest, and he watches as your tits bounce along with you. You could feel your juices splattering on the inside of your thigh as you ride him, the wet squelching sound fills the room along with the sounds of your moans and his grunts and groans. “Hyun…” His hips buck upwards to meet yours halfway, and you scratch at his chest, leaving red streak marks behind on his golden skin.

“Fuck… fuck,” He grunts out. His upward thrusts were slowly becoming desperate. “So good, you look so good on top of me,” He could see your neck glistening with sweat, and it slowly slides down and over your chest, the way you were breathing and the way your muscles were tightening was making him grow desperate by the second to roll you over and take over. His eyes travel lower until his eyes settle on his cock and your pussy, watching as he disappears into you before reappearing, coated with your juices. “FUCK!” You watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head and, at the same time, his grip tightens on your hips.

“Hyunjin,” You moan out. You suddenly find yourself looking up at him and watching as he places your legs over his shoulders and deeply thrusts into you. Your back arches at the different angle, and you feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “HYUN!” You reach up with one hand and tangle your fingers into his hair, while your other hand grabs onto the bedding and twists the fabric between your fingers and pulls at it. The sound of skin slapping against skin bounces off the walls, his thrusts were rapid and almost desperate.

“Fuck… fucking,” He grunts, and you feel his hand sliding along your arm. You release the bedding and turn your hand around just in time for his hand to reach yours and his fingers to intertwine with yours. “Squeezing me so good…” His voice sounded strained as he spoke. Your walls were pulsing around his cock, slowly starting to milk him for an orgasm. “You… you’re all mine,” You squeeze his hand, and he immediately squeezes it back.

“And you’re all mine,” You say. You could feel your muscles tightening as your orgasm was building inside you. “Mine,” You stare into each other’s eyes as he thrusts into you. “Hyun…”

“Yours,” He whispers. Your back arches and your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids shut, your head turns from side to side as your body shakes with immense pleasure, the tension inside you snaps and your mind is thrown into the clouds while your body floats through the air.

“HYUN!” You cry out as you feel his cock hitting all the right spots from his desperate thrusts. You squeeze his hand tighter, and you pull at his hair as you go through your high. “UH, HYUNJIN!” Your toes curl and your legs shake as tingling sensations travel up and down your spine. Stars fly past your vision and your skin felt like it was burning. “F-FUCK!” His hips stutter as he feels your release pushing past his cock as he thrusts. “RIGHT THERE!”

“Fuck, yes… fuck, keep doing that,” He mutters. He could feel his balls starting to tighten and along with that, his muscles begin tightening also. “Just like that, fu-fuck, keep squeezing me, baby,” Your walls were clenching around him uncontrollably from how sensitive it was. “Fuck… Fuck!” He throws his head back and swallows loudly, his thrusts were uneven and desperate as he needed his release, his mind was spinning, and it felt like he was ages away from getting his release. “YYYY/NNNNN!” His high washes over him, and he desperately tries to keep his pace as hot ropes of cum spill into you, filling you with his load.

You slowly loosen your grip on his hand and hair and feel his hips slowing down until they were rocking into yours as he eases himself through his high along with the help of your walls still slowly pulsing around him. You slide your hand from his hair to the back of his neck and gently hold onto him until he carefully removes one of your legs from his shoulder and lays it down on the bed. He slowly releases your hand, and you lift your other leg and lays it down on the bed before he lowers himself down on you and buries his head in the crook of your neck, breathing hard as his hips come to a halt against yours.

You both lay there for a moment, breathing hard and feeling the afterglow starting to settle in as the air surrounding you begins to cool down and nip at your sweat-coated skin. Your fingers gently rub at the back of his neck as you feel him leaving soft kisses on your neck between catching his breath. He lifts his head after a few more minutes and looks down at you while you look up at him, you stare in silence before he slowly sits up on his knees and his cock slowly pulls out from you as you release his neck.

“Are your wrists okay?” You were the first to break the silence between you both. Your eyes flash down to his wrists for the first time, and you see some red marks on them, he rubs them and nods his head.

“All good,” He says, and climbs off the bed. You sit upright and turn to the side of the bed, and place your feet on the floor. “Let’s get in the shower, and you can tell me if you enjoyed yourself,” You bite your lip as you think back to him looking up at you while he was on his knees and his hands were cuffed behind his back.

“Next time, I want them above your head,” You say as you stand from the bed. You could feel your legs feeling shaky as you stand, he immediately climbs off the bed and moves to your side, also feeling unstable on his legs.

“Above my head, you say,” He says as he guides you into the bathroom. “I’ll have to make some adjustments to our room then,” You smile and enter the bathroom, he leads you to the toilet and carefully helps you sit down on it before he moves towards the shower.

“Well… that’s only if you want to try that,” You say. He turns the water on, and it quickly heats up and begins steaming up the bathroom. “I just had this picture in my mind with you on your knees and your hands tied above your head…” You watch his back muscles tense for a moment before he turns to you.

“Then I should make those adjustments to our room,” He says. You finish on the toilet, and he quickly joins you at your side and guides you into the shower. The water immediately hits your skin, and you let out a hum of contention as you feel your muscles relaxing and the sweat already being washed off your skin. “As for right now,” He reaches for the soap and your wash cloth. “Let’s get clean and go relax into our bed,” You smile and grab his soap and his wash cloth and drizzle some of the soap onto it as he begins lathering up your cloth. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm,” You hum as you put his soap back. “All okay,” You smile at him and begin washing him, he carefully washes over your shoulders before washing over your chest. “I had fun, I enjoyed that… did you?” The water rinses off the soap just as quickly as you had washed over him.

“That was fun,” He says. “Are you now satisfied to know that you have me at your mercy?” You bite the inside of your cheeks and look down as you wash his thighs and cock.

“Well, I will admit, that it is good to know that I do,” You say and begin rinsing the cloth once you had washed almost every part of him. His hand slips between your thighs, and you pause for a moment as you feel him cleaning your thighs.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to use water to clean there,” He says. You nod your head and watch as he pulls the cloth back and begins to rinse it. You ring out his cloth and put it back at its spot. Once he was sure that the cloth was cleaned from soap, he carefully cleans your pussy before rinsing the cloth again. “All right, should I splash some water there also?” You chuckle before closing the taps.

“No, it feels clean,” You say. “Let’s go, I can use some cuddles now,” He opens the shower door and you both step out of the shower, he immediately grabs your towel and wraps it around you before grabbing his own and wrapping it around himself. “Let me,” You reach for his towel and begin drying him, you work carefully over him, taking a few moments to admire the marks you had left behind on his skin.

“Next time, it’s your neck that’s going to get marked up,” He says as he takes your towel and begins drying you. You smile and nod your head before hanging his towel as he was drying your thighs.

“I can’t wait then,” You say. Once you were both dried, you leave the bathroom and begin to get dressed, he quickly stops you when you were reaching for your own shirt and lifts one of his own t-shirts up into view. You could already smell him on the fabric and reach for it.

“Let me help,” He says. You lift your arms, and he carefully pulls the shirt over your arms before pulling it over your head and pulling it into place. “Beautiful… as always,” You could feel your cheeks heat up at his words and watch as he pulls on his underwear. You were about to pick up your own pair of panties before he moves his underwear into his view. “Wear this also,” You take it from him and slip it on and look up at him. “Fuck… you just look so hot in my clothes,” He steps closer to you and cups your cheek and leans closer to you, you quickly close the distance between you both by pressing your lips against his, kissing him gently yet passionately, and he could taste the love through the kiss.

To the world he was cruel and cold, but to you… he was the warmest soul you ever knew, he was everything to you. Your world, your universe, and you knew that you were the same to him.

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fav skz // Seungmin goes a little sexy

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18++ nothing exactly explicit but there is implications!!!

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Bang Chan:

Lee Know:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

Han:

Felix:

Seungmin:

I.N:

FREE BONUS IS THE PICTURE I USED FOR IN’S PROFILE PICTURE BC OMGOMGOMH HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THUS?!?!!?

like he’s so pretty i wanna ran my head into a wall lol

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Hear me out hear me OUT— hyunjin with a stomach bug while on a train to visit his parents for the first time with y/n and brushing it off as motion sickness but realizes that it’s not when it gets worse when they arrive home and can barely keep anything down and runs a fever🤔

- hi I’m new here can I be “🦊” anon?

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pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader (afab)

genre: sick!fic. idol!hyunjin. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. hyunjin is sick with a stomach bug (that is first thought to be motion sickness). reader and his mother help nurse him back to health. :)) mentions of hyunjin overworking himself w/schedules. angst is in this. fluff is sprinkled throughout. pet names (affectionately).

word count: 2.8k

summary: your first visit back to the small countryside village that your boyfriend hyunjin grew up in suddenly takes a turn for the worse when he starts feeling sick to his stomach. and you're the first person he turns to for comfort.

a/n: wahhhh i'm finally posting this lmao 😭 sorry for the late reply anon, life has been dealing me with a heavy, shitty hand atm sshshshks 💀 anyways, i hope you enjoy this... it was fun to write smth with soft jinnie~ 🥹 also, yes- you can be 🦊 anon, thanks for requesting! 💕

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The trip started as any other normal one. It was the first time the two of you were visiting your boyfriend, Hyunjin’s, parents, who lived in a small house in a quaint countryside village. He had taken off the entire weekend from work so that you guys could spend an ample amount of time exploring his hometown. The train that Hyunjin had booked for the two of you was nice enough - with amazing window seats that had a great viewpoint of the passing nature. 

 With his parents living quite far away from Seoul, the trip was well over four hours. 

 And not even thirty minutes into the ride, Hyunjin started to feel shitty. 

 Like every time before - the curse of trip sickness continued to follow you guys. Because it seemed like on every trip that you took together, either one of you - or, worse, sometimes both of you - came down with some form of sickness. The flu, strep throat, it seemed like you two had had it all. 

 But motion sickness was an entirely new one, which is what you chalked up your boyfriend’s symptoms to be. He wasn’t the best at traveling on moving things - but especially cars - so it was expected that he’d feel sick on a train that was going even faster than your average automobile. 

 “Baby- you don’t look so well…” You began in a quiet voice, reaching over in your seat to squeeze one of his knees. 

 Hyunjin was hunched over in his chair, both arms wrapped around his waist as the train’s movement rocked him back and forth - side to side. His eyes were screwed shut, and the tight lock that his jaw was in seemed downright painful. 

 He looked up at you then, eyes a little bloodshot and his face a pasty colour, “No- I’m fine. It’s just… motion sickness.” He said, trying to give you a reassuring smile. But it came out all wrong, seeming almost agonizing for him to conjure up. 

 “You know, if you want to get off at the next stop, we can,” you started, eyes tearing away from your boyfriend’s crumpled form and peering out the window. The cityscape was long gone and was instead replaced with fields upon fields of grassy farmland and small villages nestled beside towering mountains. “I’m sure you’re parents would understand if we’re a day late- we can find a hotel in a nearby town and-”

 “No.” Hyunjin ground out in a stern tone, making you whip your head around to stare at him as he frowned your way. “We’re not arriving late just because I- I have a weak stomach. I can make it- we only have…” With a glance at the small screen just underneath the window that continually flashed your arrival time, he nodded slowly. “An hour left.” 

 You shrugged slowly, offering him a tiny smile. “Okay, well if you’re sure you can make it in one piece.” 

 “I'm positive.” 

 When the silence lapsed between the two of you, you moved over to his chair, nestling into the corner beside him and grabbing onto one of his hands. It was warm and clammy to the touch as you squeezed your fingers between his. “I just don’t want you to push yourself too much, yeah? You’ve been going nonstop with the schedules since the new year.”

 Hyunjin gave you that look, the one that he always used when you were 'babying him too much.' Although he liked to play the role of being a soft and pliable man in Stray Kids, when he was alone with you, he was just the opposite. He hated when you doted on him too much because he always claimed that that was his job. Hence, why he always loathed getting sick in any way. 

 So your boyfriend leaned into your space and pressed a chaste kiss against your temple. “Don’t worry, darling. I’m gonna be fine.” 

 But it seemed like his body had a mind of its own because exactly as those words left his mouth, he was shooting up from his seat beside you.

 “What’s wrong?” You asked, concern laden in your voice as you watched him frantically clamp a palm over his mouth. His face was suddenly green-looking. 

 “B-Bathroom-” He only managed to say, before he was sliding the door to your seats open and ran down the hallway of the train. 

 Sucking in a deep breath, you shoved your head against the back of your seat and closed your eyes in exhaustion.

 Because it sure was going to be a long hour ahead. 

Much to your surprise, Hyunjin’s condition only worsened once you arrived at his parent’s house. He was nearly doubled over in misery by the time you guys landed on his childhood house’s doorstep, and the moment his mother caught sight of her sickened son, she was ushering the two of you in hastily.

 In no time at all, she had some chicken-and-rice porridge cooked and was serving it to the two of you. Hyunjin ate in silence, bent over the kitchen table, spooning up the thin soup in small bites. His mother was sitting with you guys as you ate, while his father was still out at work. 

 You frowned at Hyunjin before your gaze met his mother’s. “I told him we should’ve waited a day and stopped at a nearby hotel on the way in. But no- he just wanted to get here today.” 

 She chuckled softly at that, “That’s my Hyunjin… doesn’t want to be late to anything if he can help it. And besides, I’m glad you didn’t because I’m the best person to take care of him.” Her eyes - which were so similar to your boyfriend’s chestnut brown ones - flicked to him across the table. She offered him a gentle smile, cooing quietly in motherly admiration. “Isn’t that right, my little Jinnie? Your mama is the best at nursing you back to health.” 

 Hyunjin abruptly pushed his bowl of porridge away from him, eyes alight with a certain kind of fire as they darted between the two of you. “I-I feel sick again.” He said in a low, gravelly voice. He slumped over in his chair, seemingly too exhausted to hold up his head for another second. 

 And in tandem, both you and his mother were rising from your chairs. While you wrapped two arms around your boyfriend to hoist him up from his seat, his mother was busy clearing the table. 

 “Bring him into his bedroom- it’s just off to the left of the family room,” his mother instructed, quickly rinsing out the bowls of porridge in the sink. You nodded in silence, beginning to make the trek through the house to Hyunjin’s bedroom. 

 He leaned his entire weight against you, and it was a struggle to walk down the hall as you carried his lengthy body the whole way. Hyunjin groaned desperately, and you noticed the small beads of sweat beginning to race down his temples from his hairline. 

 Hyunjin was delirious with his discomfort, so once you got him situated on his bed, he all but curled up into the thick duvet coverlets, nuzzling his head into the downy pillows. His room was medium in size, and you noticed the small sleeping bag that was set up just beside his bed - where you supposed his parents expected you to sleep since there was no guest bedroom in the house. Still, they must’ve been very naive if they thought that you’d take the floor over sleeping in the same bed as your boyfriend. After all, the two of you had been living together for well over a year. 

 “That doesn’t look like motion sickness to me,” you heard his mother say in a quiet voice from behind you. You turned on your heels then, raising a skeptical eyebrow her way. And immediately, you could see the worry dawn across her face - by the way her jaw tightened slightly and her eyes darkened. “Motion sickness doesn’t last this long after getting on stable ground.” 

 You peered back at your boyfriend, who was now tossing and turning atop the bed. He was moaning lowly in his frenzy, eyes screwed shut, almost like opening them physically hurt him. And just seeing him that way - seeing the love of your life - so distraught, caused something anxious and pained to rattle deep inside of you. 

 “So what do you think it is, then?” 

 “If I had to guess- probably a stomach bug.” 

 You watched in silence, as Hyunjin’s mother strode over to the nearby window and flipped the shades closed. Then, she hovered over the nightstand that was just beside his bed and switched on the faint light there. It cast a warm glow across the walls of the room and painted Hyunjin’s writhing, ghostly-white form in a frail kind of way. 

 “Do you know what he ate before traveling today?” His mother asked as she was already pressing a palm against his forehead. His face was flushed with crimson, his cheeks rosy with sweat. 

 “I think it was one of those bento lunches- we picked some up at the local convenience store before leaving for the station.” 

 She gave a deep sigh then, shaking her head slowly. “That’ll do it… some of those pre-made lunches are notorious for being expired. I always warned him not to eat that crap.” 

 “He’ll be okay though, right?” You could feel the panic rising inside of you, speeding up your heart and forcing it to pound against your ribcage. Because you had never seen him like this - in such misery. Usually, whenever he was sick, it only lasted for a few days at most and was the common cold or on very rare occasion, the flu. But this? Flailing around the bed in distress? With skin colour close to that of a phantom? It was all something you’d never seen before from him.

 “Mhm- these stomach bugs usually only last a day or two, and he’s had them before. The best thing to do is to let him rest and continually monitor his condition,” his mother grabbed a blanket and gently tucked it around his form. “He’s running a fever, so we’ll probably have to stay up for most of the night to help him break it.” 

 You had been frozen near the doorway for so long since you didn’t know what to do. But finally, upon hearing her words, you were flitting over to Hyunjin’s side. You ran a few fingers through his silky black locks, noticing how warm he was. The heat seemed to radiate off of his entire body, prodding hopelessly at that anxiousness inside of you. 

 “I’ll go grab some cold cloths and water, so you just keep an eye on him, okay?” His mother bent over the bed then, giving one of your shoulders a delicate pat. You stared up at her with wide eyes, a lump starting to form in your throat at the sight of your boyfriend being in so much despair from a mere stomach bug. “He’s gonna be okay, sweetheart.” 

 Then, she was off to get the supplies and you were left to watch over your boyfriend. You scooted his body a little bit to the side and sat down on the bed next to him. The mattress was a full size, and could easily fit the two of you comfortably.

 You pressed a palm to one of his cheeks, sweeping a gentle thumb across his damp skin there. “It’ll be alright, babe… I’m right here…” You said in a whisper to him. But if you were being honest, the words were more for you than anything else. They helped to calm that racing part in your mind, and all at once, your focus honed in on one thing only - just taking care of your boyfriend and nursing him back to health as quickly as you could. 

 Hyunjin’s fever broke sometime in the middle of the night. You and his mother had been tirelessly working all night to help him combat the pain - what with all of the cold washcloths and helping him stumble to the bathroom every time he felt the urge to vomit. After a while, nothing came up in the toilet bowl. Even still, it was like his stomach hated him, and just wanted to try and toss out every last ounce of liquid he had left inside of his body. As a result, you and his mother decided to refrain from giving him any liquid until the vomiting completely stopped. 

 After the clock struck one a.m., you assured his mother that you could handle him for the rest of the night. And after convincing her despite her many protests, she finally made her way to bed. You didn’t want to admit that you were exhausted yourself, but you knew that he needed you at that moment. Even if he wasn’t self-aware enough to know who was helping him through the hurt. 

 But with the break of the fever, also came the clearing of his head. And suddenly, your boyfriend was wide awake at three in the morning. He was still weak in the limbs, so he abated your wishes to stay in bed until at least seven.

 “Thank you, darling,” he whispered to you late that night. You had turned off the room’s single light, leaving you in complete darkness save for the faint glow of the street lamp that shined through the window’s curtains. “You’ve taken such good care of me.” 

 You gave him a faint smile, even though he couldn’t see it in the dim of the bedroom. “Yeah- of course, I’m always gonna take care of you, Jinnie. Even if I’m on my fucking deathbed, I’ll be nursing you back to health if that’s what you need.” 

 He let out a faint chuckle at that before he was shifting on the bed and nearing you. After his mother had finally left, you had decided to curl up next to your boyfriend for the remainder of the night. Because to hell with that stupid sleeping bag.  

“You sleepy, baby?” Hyunjin mused. You felt his nimble fingers reach up toward your face and tuck a few strands of your messy hair behind one of your ears. 

 “Y-Yeah…” You mumbled, voice growing faint as the shadows around you began to slowly soothe you to sleep. The sound of Hyunjin’s steady breathing right next to you, and the feel of his fingers brushing through your locks, helped usher you further into the twilight of slumber.

 “You can sleep now, lovely, it’s okay.” 

 “B-But I wanna be awake in case you-”

 He grunted out a laugh at that, “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine now.” 

 “Still, I promised your mom that I’d nurse you completely back to health.” 

 The plush mattress dipped underneath you then, and suddenly, you felt warm lips land against your forehead. Pressing a whispery kiss to the skin there, Hyunjin moved ever so slightly, so that his lips were ghosting over the shell of your ear. “And what if I said that just laying beside you like this has already nursed me back to full health?” 

 You cracked your eyes open, trying to find his eyes in the swarthiness of the room. Instead, you were met with an ink splotch of a face and the distinct outline of a proud shoulder. 

 “I still don’t w-want to…” you began, but you could feel yourself nodding off - your eyes grew heavy and drooped low, mouth parting slightly in a deep sigh. 

 “I swear to fuck- if you don’t go to sleep this instant, I’m really gonna lose it. And not in the stomach-bug kind of way.” Hyunjin said, his voice a little sterner this time than before. 

 That got you giggling, as you tried to keep your voice down so that you didn’t wake his parents that were just across the hallway. “Okay, okay- I’ll go to sleep.” 

 “That’s my girl.” 

 And at that moment, you thanked the stars above that the bedroom was too dark for either of you to see anything - else, Hyunjin would start teasing you about the furious blush that crept up your neck and pooled in the tips of your ears and cheeks at his words alone. 

 Because yes, you were his girl. 

 And you always loved it when he made a point of that. 

 “Goodnight, my Jinnie…” Your voice trailed off, as you finally allowed yourself to relax down into the thick duvet that was all around you, muscles nearly melting into dreamland. 

 One of Hyunjin's long arms wrapped around your waist then, and he pulled you close to him, burying your face into his warm chest. “Night, my beautiful, magnificent girl."

Fin.

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