#that moment when puppy minho

[star--anon]

Minho's ears turn red when he's embarrassed or flustered. Or just when too many people look at him.

He likes to flaunt this boyish, carefree, cocky personality, but his ears never lie.

Everyone collectively agreed not to tell him. Minho could never understand why sometimes, during an argument or a Meeting, the Gladers would smirk and giggle.

It was the longest kept secret throughout the Glade, only getting out when Alby told him to "shut up and stop acting like you're so confident when your ears are redder than the roses Zart grows" during a Keeper Meeting

For a brief time, Minho actually grew his hair out just to cover his ears. But it kept getting in his eyes when he ran, so he eventually cut it and went back to his usual style.

Newt calls his ears his tail - same way a dog tail wags when it's excited, his ears go bright red when more than 3 people look at him

It went on like that until one day, during a meeting, Newt (Alby was busy chasing down a cow with Winston and Newt was his stand-in) told Minho to, "Shut up, you shuck puppy."

They got in a bit of a fistfight, and Minho landed a solid punch to Newt's shoulder, but by that point it was too late.

Puppy became the only thing Gladers would call Minho for about two weeks (until Minho punched someone square in the face for it). It's still the only thing you can say to Minho where he won't have anything smart or snarky to quip back with. His ears just go red and he looks away.

(Newt teaches it to Thomas once they get to Safe Haven)

[cattolino]

little bit of advice, take the dare.

pairing: bang chan x f!reader. warnings: profanities, implied exhibitionism, dirty truth or dare (more like dare or dare...), stripping, mild grinding, dirty talks. genre: implied rivals to lovers, implied smut. rating: mature. word count: 2.1k

“Let Chan strip two pieces of your clothing.”

These little bitches.

The innocence in Seungmin’s broad grin as he delivered aloud and clear what Minho had earlier whispered in his ear wasn’t able to deceit Chan the slightest in spite of it combined with that sparkly attentive puppy stare.

A foul scheme had been carefully arranged in those two cunning heads of theirs before they instigated this truth or dare game as soon as the majority of people returned home. Chan wasn’t oblivious of what he would get himself into the moment Minho escorted him from the drinking game in the back patio to a coffee table in the living room and begged him to join in the fun. Especially when you were one of the people centering around the table.

And so Chan was down for whatever challenges thrown his way no matter truth or dare it was that he ended up choosing. Wouldn’t really matter. Except now it was your turn, yet he was somehow involved in such a risque dare so early in the game.

Seungmin’s index finger pointed around the room twice, attracting the attention of the few people close enough to the table to see what he was up to, and he added, “or let anyone in the room. Your choice.”

As though he expected you would actually pick one of the sweaty and tipsy dimwits you barely knew of instead of Chan who you were certainly more familiar with. When, seriously, it was clear to Chan that both Seungmin and Minho wanted to prove him wrong— that the possibility of you romantically attracted to one another wasn’t even close to impossible despite the banter between the two of you sometimes getting out of hand.

The banter, Seungmin and Minho insisted, was a flirting attempt.

You leaned back onto the sofa behind you, crossing your arms with a stare of haughty disdain piercing through Seungmin and Minho’s who both seemed to be just as imperious.

“I was expecting a more daring one from you horny freaks,” your eyes then landed on Chan who was sitting across from you. Not looking away, your proud smile widened into a blithe grin, “this isn’t even his dare. But if he’s down, I don’t see why I have to back down.”

Chan stretched his arms and arched his back as a dramatic warmup before downing the remaining liquor in his red cup, earning supportive laughs from the excessively excited spectators around. “As long as you don’t back down if they involve you in my dares later.”

Getting up from the floor, you rounded the table and stood before him. You mirrored the smug grin that stretched across his face as he peered up at you, “pants and sweater then, gentleman.”

Despite the profuse tease that gleamed in your irises, Chan didn’t entertain you with even a slight wavering in the way he looked back up at you. Instead, taunting you with a faux innocent tilt of his head as his firm yet tender fingers began to toy with the button of your jeans.

The waistband of your black panties as if emerged once he slid down the zipper. He wasn’t sure if your hand placement on the crown of his head was unintended, but then your lips tilted up into a smile and your brow arched challengingly as your fingers ran through the soft tresses of his brown curls.

Encouraged, he lifted the hem of your sweater, exposing just enough of your bare stomach. His other palm smothered around your waist and landed on the small of your back, drawing you closer until his lips accidentally brushed against the bare skin of your stomach.

Chan’s hearts didn’t leap at his own sly, dirty initiation.

It didn’t. Definitely not.

Perhaps one could cut the air with a knife as the tension between you two was thickening the longer he took his time sliding the pants off your waist and the tighter you had his hair gripped in your palm. But everyone else was too preoccupied with keeping track of his veiny hands lingering around the waistband of your jeans, tugging down the denims at an intentionally slow pace.

In one glance, nothing of your true emotions was shown through your perfunctory facade. But Chan was practically on his knees, hands on you, and there was less than two inches gap between his lips and your stomach. Anything changed from your stance, he could easily catch it.

So when he felt you tensed up when he tantalized you by skimming his palm down the side of your thigh as the other pulled the jeans down to pool around your ankles, he had to fight back the triumphant grin he felt was close to spread on his face.

Once the pants were tossed somewhere on the floor, Chan got up on his feet as you held your arms up for him to take your knitted sweater off over your head.

His eyes peered down at where the bare skin of your stomach was supposed to be on full display as he pulled the hem of your sweater up. The underband of your bralette was slowly showing the higher the hem of your sweater was lifted.

He drew closer, lips lingered on your ear, chuckling and murmuring out of everyone’s earshot, “should’ve made you rid of three garments instead of two. What a shame.”

You ran your palms down along his torso as soon as your sweater was off your upper half, and you leaned in to whisper in his ear where nobody else could hear, too. “Next time it’s your turn, I’ll make you stand on the porch naked.”

Shameless gasps of “oh fuck” was heard from around you as you casually sat down with only high cut panties and black bralette. Chan could easily relate. He found himself checking you out when you weren’t looking.

He was grateful of the sudden rough smack on his thigh that brought him back to his senses. He looked to his left where the hand was from and Minho shot him a knowing look before leaning over to mutter, “you fucking pervert.”

He chuckled. Perhaps he was.

“Spin the bottle! Spin the bottle!” Felix chippered lovely squeaks and giggles as he bounced up and down on the carpeted floor in anticipation. More because the game had progressed into all the more obscene to earlier than he had expected. Don’t be fooled by such an irradiant, angelic face.

Chan just had to dissolve into laughter and squeaks and giggles when the bottle cap once again pointed in your direction. Twice in a row, it was. He threw his head back laughing when your jaw plunged into the ground in disbelief and eyes narrowed into slits in spite, feeling betrayed— by the bottle.

“Sit on Chan’s lap.” Jeongin smugly declared before anyone could even think of something potent to embarrass yourself, effectively shutting down the jeers and laughter as they contemplated.

You shrugged, once again rounding the table to where Chan was perched on the floor and nonchalantly settled your ass on his lap before he could protest.

Chan, on the other hand, grasped either side of your waist tightly and tried to prevent you from dwelling on that particular spot. But you persisted on reclining your back onto his chest, shoving your ass further down to where Chan could feel himself twitch.

“Fuck you.” He cursed against your neck when you slightly wiggled your lower half.

“Quit being a jerk,” you whispered back with a chuckle, but tone laced with genuine threat, “or I’ll make you wet your pants. Literally.”

Not even thirty minutes into the game that everyone around the table was a little tipsy with signs of either misery and happiness written on their faces.

With five people being out of the circle and off to the back patio for a lot more lame drinking  game with other football players, the remaining nine still held out in place to seek revenge.

Minho had tasted his own medicine as he was left with only briefs around his waist but not that he was unhappy about it as he’d gotten to proudly present his hard-earned well built body when you had Jisung leave three hickeys on his shoulders and two on his inner thigh. Jisung had solid yellow face paint all over his face, exactly resembling Looney Tunes’ Tweety.

Hyunjin was sprawled on the floor with occasional dramatic huffs and groans after he’d called his problematic ex and told him he’d been missing him. Changbin and Felix were disgustingly glued to one another after the older prolonged the supposedly five-second kiss. Seungmin had collected lipstick marks around his neck from ten people. Jeongin almost passed out from seven slices of pizza he’d had to finish before Seungmin returned.

And Chan was about to get his second turn after the top of the bottle pointed at him and you, who was still very much comfortably perched on his lap.

“Dare.” He didn’t even hesitate, calm and confident.

Not even when Minho slightly shoved himself forward to gain everyone’s attention. A little lift at the corner of his lips didn’t go unnoticed and for some reason, Chan was even anticipating what the little bitch had to say now.

“Are people still doing seven minutes in heaven?” Minho blurted, making Felix perk up instantly.

Hyunjin abruptly ended his dramatic disintegration and sat down with a gasp. “Oh my god,” he started, “I did it a year ago at a frat party with a guy except we weren’t allowed to say anything. Not a single fucking sound ‘cause one of them was sitting in the front of the door and if they heard even a small bit of me moaning, we’d have to walk to class the next day with extremely short fucking miniskirt. Imagine such suffering I had to bear while a hot guy blew me. He was great though.”

Wonder-stricken looks were instead what the taller got from everyone in the room. Minho was especially beaming at the deliberate suggestion and against his better judgement, his eyes landed on Chan whose chin rested on your shoulder. The older raised a brow in amusement when catching him staring, already seeing through the younger’s impish smirk.

Seungmin turned towards Minho, “I vote for what exactly Hyunjin did.”

Minho chuckled, “slow down, my guy. Our Channie doesn’t have to get someone suck him off. He can do whatever he pleases behind the door. But not. A single. Fucking. Sound.” He firmly suggested as he looked Chan dead in the eye. Insisted, even, perhaps, “or Changbin would love to lend his sister’s pink tutu.”

While Chan’s expression was hard to read, the rest seemed to be pleased. Excited, even.

You straightforwardly approved of Minho’s suggestion, ripping through the sound of supportive cheers from the others with an excited squeak after taking a sip of cheap beer from your cup, “I volunteer to sit at the door.”

Chan snorted behind you, “who says you’re not coming with me?”

A noisy commotion of “ooooohhh” and dramatic “aaaaahhh” immediately collided with the blaring EDM played in the background.

He’d thought you would never run out of snide remarks to shoot back at him at a time like this. So when you choked on your drink at his candidness, he couldn’t hold back a laugh.

Felix unattached himself from Changbin’s arm, hands flailing before his own face as he grinned so brightly that the dim room no longer seemed to be as dim as it was supposed to be. Once again, don’t be fooled by such an irradiant, angelic face. “Okay, look. You got seven minutes. Choose your person. No sounds allowed. We’ll set the timer once the door’s shut.”

“That room’s empty.” Changbin added with a snicker, nodding at the door to his roommate’s room, “he’s gone for two weeks. Just don’t make a mess.”

If Chan was surprised at how he managed to manhandle you and somehow scoop you up as he got on his feet, it didn’t show on his face. You securely wrapped yourself around his upper half, a long list of filthiest profanity was at the tip of your tongue at the sudden, unannounced move.

Chan blinked. Not breaking eye contact, his tongue brushed over the upper row of his pearly teeth before those sank in his lower lip. There might be a lack of reaction shown on your face as you seemed to be still as annoyed, but the faint pinkish tint that stained your cheeks had said so much already.

He glanced over to Changbin, nodding, “worry not. I’ll swallow everything y/n has to give me.”

“You better,” your irritated stare tapered off into that of a challenging glare injecting venom straight into his dimpled grin, “or I’ll make you wear the tutu.”

[sourbinnie]

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chan ✉

arguments could get pretty heated with chan sometimes (he's a libra at the end of the day). it could get stressful since you've been going back & forth for so long now, as you tried to make him understand that he wasn't taking care of himself but it only brought back hurtful words that you were letting it pass under the excuse that he was "too tired". maybe you were too naive at that moment thinking that he would calm down and you guys would solve it like you always do.

then you heard it, he didn't say their name but you could only imagine who he was talking about at that point and time. 

"they would just leave me alone and let me be, why can't you do the same? ah right you're not them and you will never be." he said and horror washed him instantly as they realized what they did. fights were inevitable but you can always keep comments to yourself right? it was just the heat of the moment that made him slip out such cruel words. as soon as you were turning away to leave, he was trying to find his way to you but it was too late anyways. "baby nono, don't leave not right now, it's late and i was fucking stupid. i'm so fucking sorry-."

"i just need some space right now, yeah? i need to be away from you." you said and that only made him worry even more as that's the last thing he wanted right now. "just let me christopher, we'll talk when i get back." 

"don't call me that, i'm still your channie, your boyfriend and i still fucking love you. listen i'm sorry but please don't go." he said close to the tears falling from his eyes and you just shook your head as you grabbed your things and he followed you around the house like a lost puppy. "(y/n) let's work this out yeah? i'll go to the dorms tonight and you'll stay here."

eventually knowing he wouldn't give up, you just nodded as you went to your shared bedroom and sighed. letting the tears finally from your eyes and hearing the door close was enough to let your sobs out from how much those words stung in your heart.

minho ✉ 

fighting with minho wasn't easy. his witty responses and his hurtful comments always stood out like daggers in your heart. he usually didn't fight at all but when he did, most of the time he took it too far and it wasn't easy to forget what he said. as the new comeback approached, you tried your best to be supportive but when you couldn't see them on their first win, it hurt minho. he wanted you to be there, backstage or in the crowd cheering for them but he did not see you anywhere. turns out you were too late, had a "work" emergency, he called bullshit on that.

"i'm sorry min, i'll promise i'll be on the next one. my boss really needed me and-." he cut you off immediately, not wanting to hear it.

"it's fine. it's not like they would miss out on this like you did. maybe i should just get back with them." he muttered and it was enough for you to walk away from him. all the boys were there to talk to him about what just happened and why were you crying but he was completely petrified from your reaction and how you just went away without a word. "god i'm such a fucking idiot." he said as he chased after you through the hallways.

"don't even try talking to me. i get that you're fucking mad but that doesn't give you an excuse to say stuff like that." you said as you still walked away and didn't even look in his direction. minho tried to process what was happening all at once but couldn't bare to see the look in your eyes as the tears were still going down your face.

"please listen to me for a second. it was stupid that i got mad, i should've understood you from the beginning but please stay and i'll make it up to you. i promise." he said and even if it did sound sincere, you just couldn't do it.

"i'm sorry, i think i wanna be alone tonight." you said as you looked at him one last time and kissed his cheek before muttering "goodbye minho" and walking through the door. leaving a distraught and regretful minho behind.

changbin ✉ 

it wasn't rare for you to fight with changbin, what was rare was when he got mad. this time when you were at the studio, making sure 3racha were feeling well and not overworking themselves, you were met with a furious bin. it surprised you, you've never seen him mad and maybe something else was happening that you didn't know or you chose the worst time to visit the studio. whatever it was, it made you feel so small and like you were in a place you did not belong. jisung and chan weren't even there to witness it but you guessed that as soon as they heard, they left you guys alone.

"look i'm sorry. i don't know what i did wrong but that doesn't excuse your attitude and how you're treating me right now!" you said but it wasn't enough to his ears as he gave you the next words.

"god i can never say anything, at least with them they would let me express myself. i should've never broken up with them if i knew i was gonna end up with you." ouch was all that could be said about that as you nodded and felt the water in your eyes grow slowly. "shit- i'm so fucking sorry, i don't know what came over me baby."

he tried to get close to you but you just took a step back and that broke changbin's heart completely. it made him feel like a monster in front of you but he couldn't blame you for that, it was all his fault in the end. when he saw you walk away, as much as he wanted to, he decided not to follow you and let you go. he couldn't describe what he was feeling when he saw you practically run away from the building and not answer for jisung's calls since he was just walking in with chan. 

"what the fuck happened hyung?" jisung asked as he crossed his arms and that's when changbin lost the control of his tears. he wasn't one to usually cry but he was now gonna be haunted with muttering those words to you and what he made you feel in that moment.

"i fucked it up like i always do." he said brokenly.

hyunjin ✉

as much as you loved hyunjin, he got so petty in fights it was irritating. he was the definition of drama queen and he could fight on & on about the tiniest of details. like right now when you just got home and you forgot to do some things in your shared apartment. tiny things like the dishes or the laundry usually didn't piss him off but today when he got home practice and saw, in his words, that the whole house was upside down, he got stressed. 

"look i'm sorry, i forgot to do it and i know you've been busy with practice. i'll do it tomorrow since i get to go home earlier." you tried to explain but he just shook his head and crossed his arms.

"tomorrow? are you serious? they would've done it right here and now and wouldn't be putting up excuses like you're doing." he didn't even have to mention them for you to know who he was talking about. it felt like twisting the knife on the wound as you just looked at him with the most hurtful stare.

"of course they would. they didn't have a job in the first place and relied on you for everything!" you said and laughed bitterly but in a sad way. "if it's my job then it's a problem but with your job there's literally no excuse right? 'cause it's more important. grow up hyunjin." 

"look babe i'm sorry. i don't know what the fuck i was thinking when i said that." he tried to make up an excuse at the moment but he knew nothing would justify what he said and implied with his words. it was met with a sigh from you and it was your turn to shake your head. "i don't think your job is less important and i shouldn't have said what i said-."

"but you said it." you whispered and decided to head to your shared bedroom to lock the door. you needed some time alone not only because of the harsh words but because it made you process your whole relationship in a flashback. 

[hyunverse]

dad activities ☆ stray kids hyung line

tags. fluff, headcanons. fem!reader. note. long time no update... (nervous giggles.) maknae line soon. enjoy <3

BANG CHAN...

he's a total girl dad. 100%.

chan is soft-hearted when it comes to his little girl. a glance of her puppy eyes and he'll surrender himself completely to her.

often times, you'll find chan sitting cross-legged with little ha-eun on a stool, giving your husband a makeover. no matter what ha-eun does to him, he'll simply let it be — even if she's dabbing a ridiculous coloured eyeshadow on his eyelids and tying a horrendous looking ponytail at the top of his head. if it makes his daughter happy, then he'll entertain it.

you can count on chan to get your daughter ready for school. he's mastered multiple hairstyles! whether it be a french braid or pigtails, chan made sure he's mastered them even before ha-eun was born. he loves preparing his daughter to school, enjoys the morning as he ties up her hair and makes sure she's dressed up nicely.

would not miss any single school event. talent show? sports day? bring your parent day? report card day? he has every event marked on his calendar, and never misses any. all the teachers and moms know him for being so present and sweet.

always has a hairtie on his wrist! ha-eun is a cheeky, cheeky girl — constantly running around. chris makes sure to have a hairtie prepared for moments where the little girl gets tired of her hair sticking to her face and ends up throwing a tantrum. of course, the other hairtie on his wrist is reserved for you. ♡

at the back of his car lays a my melody stuffie. he's proud to have it in his car!! every time someone gets in his car, he proudly says, "oh, that's my daughter's stuffie." the proudest dad around <3

overall, chris is a dependable and sweet dad.

LEE KNOW...

i see minho as a twin dad. a boy & a girl!!

having twins in the house, pranks become a common occurence. one twin would prank the other, then a revenge comes. it becomes a cycle!! you'd try to stop the prank war going on but it cannot be stopped when minho encourages it!!! sometimes he'll even conspire with the twins to prank you. watch out for the sugar jar as you make coffee because it might actually be salt.

i cannot explain this but he makes weird bento boxes. the typical ones would be of animals, or studio ghibli characters but he makes odd characters that are lowkey terrifying but the kids are so used to it that they're unaffected.

they'll never know what's coming for them when they open their lunchbox. it'll be either yet another jureumi-shaped bento or a weird-looking cat.

leaves cute little notes too! odd, and a bit threatening but cute nevertheless. some of the notes the twins have received range from — "fight back when someone bullies you," or "eat well or don't come home." they're all affectionate, but written in a very lee minho way that you can't help but smile when you read them.

you never have to worry about leaving the kids with minho for a long time. he's got you covered! the twins absolutely adore their dad. would spend an entire day building a fort and watching movies while you're out with your friends.

at the end of the day, when you're back from your outing, you'd come home to the sight of minho and the twins curled up in front of the tv, a studio ghibli movie playing in the background. ♡

CHANGBIN...

the ultimate boy dad!!

he would totally raise a gentleman. the kind to teach his son that chivalry isn't dead.

would 100% teach his son things like opening the door for other people, helping a senior citizen cross the road, and to carry mommy's grocery bags.

picture this. you're out buying groceries for the week. changbin and mini binnie are wearing matching jerseys & carrying grocery bags for you. so cute <3

would surprise you with your son!!! every single mother's day, he'd wake up early with the little boy to make you pancakes and scrambled eggs. sometimes they end up burnt but truly, it's the thought that counts.

ensures that his son does not forget your birthday!! you best believe that every single birthday you'll be pampered with gifts and handwritten notes from your hubby and son. <3

changbin has chronic dad jokes disorder and unfortunately, his son has inherited it. the little boy will have fun telling you dad jokes that changbin taught him.

also loves to play fight with his kid. you'd be watching tv and they'd be play wrestling in the corner, giggles filling in the house.

HYUNJIN...

twin dad through and through. a son and a daughter who'd get showered with love <3

hyune's a man of duality. he can go from boy dad to girl dad in one minute.

one moment he's playing soccer with your son in the backyard, giggling as kkami joins in the fun, little barks accompanying laughters.

or he'd be helping the little boy build the coolest train tracks ever. it's so long and loopy, stretches from the living room all the way to the front door.

the next moment he'd be playing tea party with your daughter, learning how to hold a small tea cup with his pinky up.

would end up coming out of the play room with a messy manicure and a tiara on his head. he doesn't complain. might give you a little twirl just to make his little girl happy.

he would even build the prettiest dollhouse for her. it'd be a whole project, would spend days building a dollhouse and they'd have fun painting it together.

i think hyune is the kind to support and encourage his kids to find new hobbies. his son wants to enroll in taekwondo? sure, he'll take the boy to the first class. his daughter wants to try out ballet? he'll sign her up to a class, buy her a tutu and ballet slippers. he's just so supportive <3

often times, he'd take care of the kids while you go out with your girls. you'd come back to him asleep on the couch, while the (very much awake) kids draw on his face with sharpie ^.^

all in all, hyune's a doting, and supportive twin dad. <3

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[shu-porang-porang]

Kiss It Better

No one knows what a needy kitty he is but you.

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / reader (gender not specified)

Theme: just fluff coz I'm such a sucker for fluffy Minnie

Warnings: not proofread

Word count: 0.7 k

You’re in your shared apartment, reading a book on the couch, with Soonie curling up in your lap, purring as you pet him. Except for the occasional mewing of the cats, it’s so quite you can hear your heart beat in your ears. You’re growing restless, can't stand waiting for him anymore, you even stayed a bit longer at work so you’d have to spend less time alone. You look at the clock on the wall, he’s late. As you reach for your phone to call him, the apartment door clicks open and the sound startles Soonie off your lap.

He enters and you hear him dropping his bag on the floor. He shuffles out of his sneakers into slippers and finally appears in your sight.

“Hey jagya” he offers you a tired smile and walks over to you.

“Hi love” you reply as he bends to give you a quick kiss before heading to change his clothes.

He comes back and plops down on the couch next to you. You put your book down and open your arms, inviting him into your hug. He circles his arms around you and buries his face in your chest.

“Tough day?” you ask as you play with his hair and draw circles on the small of his back with your other hand.

“mhmm” he hums hugging you tighter.

“It’s okay baby. Your tough day is over. Now you’re with me.” you keep massaging his scalp and he’s practically purring now.

“You did great today, you always do, and I’m so proud of you.” you finish your sentence with a kiss on top of his head and he looks up at you. His gorgeous sparkly eyes looking at you like a lost puppy melt you into a puddle. The little pout on his perfect lips makes it all the more impossible to resist him. So, you cup his face and kiss the pout away.

“I missed you so bad” he sighs against your lips. His lips get back on yours as if they’re finally where they belong. The kiss is slow and sweet, no hurried or sloppy movements, you both take your time pouring love into it. The moment is so pure and wholesome that overwhelms you.

“I love you so much” you break the kiss to remind him of that.

“I love you more”. It’s probably true.

Of course you fell first, he was a world-renowned idol after all, but everyone who knew him could tell that he fell harder, way harder than you’d ever thought possible. Soon enough you became his safe haven, the main source of joy in his life, the one thing he really cared about. That’s why on days like this, the only thing that could help him get through was knowing that you’d be there for him. He often questions himself how was he ever able to live this stressful life before you? But it doesn’t matter anymore, he doesn’t need to worry about his life without you, the only thing that matters is that he has you now.

Your heart is flooded with love. You lean in to gently kiss his forehead. He closes his eyes with a little satisfied smile on his lips, entirely letting himself go in your arms, basking in the warm glow radiated from your love. You plant the softest kisses on his eyes and then the ridge of his nose, it scrunches up cutely.

“Look at you, my adorable big kitty. How did I get so lucky to have you?” you chuckle lightly. His smile grows wider but he keeps his eyes closed, he wants more.

You generously offer him more kisses, on his temple, on his cheek, around the shell of his ear. You make sure to pepper kisses on every inch of his face. How could you not when he’s being so soft and needy for you?

“Are you feeling better baby?” you ask him, caressing his cheek with your thumb. He finally opens his eyes.

“I do, so much better. Thank you”

“Anything for you, love” you lean in for another kiss before he lays his head on your lap and drift off to dreamland with your fingers in his hair, soothing him even more.

[hyuny-bunny]

baby said | Y.J. + H. H.

genre: established relationship, rockstar bf x groupie gf x rockstar bff, smut, a touch of fluff, a sprinkle of angst, M X F X M,

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part I

MNDI (+18) CW: oral (both m and f receiving), unprotected p in v, afab reader, use of she/her/hers/girlfriend, pet names (baby, angel), slight degradation, hyunjin is a whore, voyeurism, riding, squirting, fingering, slight breeding, cumplay, spanking (slightly), teeny bit of angst w/ a splash of fluff, slight overstimulation, threesome, M X F X M, mxm smut

a/n: proof read ? god no. if i miss any warnings please do let me know. also took me several days to pump this out so if you hate it, don't tell me :') peep the nana reference mwahaha

summary: after concert celebration with hyunjin and jeongin takes a turn... for the bed

Since that night in the green room, Hyunjin seemed to have slightly reeled in his behavior. Emphasis on slightly. He remained the flirt he was but less… opportunistic in his advances physically, less pressing you into walls & corners, opting to redirect the energy to his flirty advances. Jeongin noticed his hyung had become more affectionate with him, doting on him like a child or making suggestive remarks. But, no one spoke of that night. 

Jeongin had purposely left that door unlocked. While the target in mind had been Hyunjin, he was willing to expose any poor soul's eyes to the lewd state he had you in that night. Jeongin had lucked out on seeing the look of shock, and terror, mixed with pleasure that painted his face. Finally, he had shown Hyunjin that his attempts would remain futile as long as Jeongin had you wrapped around his finger… Or in this case his cock. 

Tonight was a big night for the band, Minho had made some calls and was able to arrange for a talent scout to watch them play. He happened to be an old friend of Minho’s but the timing never worked out until now. It was a sold-out show in the city, it had left them antsy and anxious for days leading up to the show. Pressure to be perfect, to show this label what they were and could be. You had never seen Jeongin as stressed as he was, it was to the point that sex had been put on pause until after the show. It didn’t offend you but it was hurting to see Jeongin this way without being able just to take the weight off his shoulder for a moment. In consequence, it leaves you starved. You still cuddled every night and his kisses were endless but you missed him inside you. Needed him in you like you needed air to breathe. 

You arrive at the venue, making your way toward the hall that leads backstage, you show your credentials to security before making your way to the green room. The door was closed, Minho leaning against the frame with his head pressed to the wall.

“Everything alright?” You ask, his head finally peaks up to look at you.

“What do you think?” He asks sheepishly, half laughing and shaking his head.

“That bad?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen them this quiet, not even when they’re sleeping” You sigh knowing exactly what he meant.

“Is it alright to go in?”

“Yeah, go for it. The talent scout is here so I’m gonna fetch him” Minho gently grabs your shoulder in passing “Do. Not… Tell them that I’m bringing the scout in. They’ll all just jump up to their feet and mob him like puppies to kibble.”

“Yes, sir” You laugh knowing he’s probably right.

You knock on the door before walking in. Chan is twirling a drumstick in his hand anxiously, Jisung is hunched over in a ball on the floor fidgeting with the scratch in the wood coffee table, and Jeongin is sat back on the couch with a shaky knee biting back his lip. He only ever bites his lip like this when he’s too lost in thought. Matter of fact, they’re all too consumed with their thoughts to have even noticed you’ve walked in. You sit next to Jeongin causing him to snap out of his dazed state. 

“What if I suck?” he asks without looking at you

“You won’t” He’s fixated on something across from him.

“But what if i do?”

“You won’t”

“But-”

“No head. Ever.”

“... that’s a bit cruel don’t you think?”

“Jeongin, look at me” He finally tears his eyes to look at you. His posture softens a bit. You lean forward to kiss his cheek, bringing your lips to his ears.

“You will do amazing like you have always, and I will be there watching, screaming, and cheering you on like I’m the only person in that room tonight.”

His face turns to lean into the hand that caresses his face.

“And when it’s all over, you can have me anyway, anywhere, and however you want, okay?”

There’s a flush across the top of his cheeks with that last comment.

“You know I love you right?” He whispers just low enough for you to hear

“I know” 

He looks gorgeous, the black smokey eyeshadow makes his eyes even more striking against the ginger color of his hair. A decision that was made on impulse this past week but has somehow made him look even hotter. You survey the room once more noticing someone was missing.

“Where’s Hyunjin?” You ask which now has Jisung looking up from the coffee table and has Chan dropping his drumstick.

“He’s in the bathroom probably trying to yank one out, he ran through his speed dial fucks, none could be at his beck and call this week so he’s been particularly moody” Chan says so casually it's almost typical. There’s a slam against the wall coming from the bathroom and a loud shout. “See.”

The door to the bathroom is suddenly yanked open and a very frustrated-looking Hyunjin is standing in the doorway. His chest heaving as he puffs out a breath shooting Chan a glare. He’s wearing a black jacket with a velvet finish, a white tank top that scoops a little too low, and black jeans with docs to finish the look. He doesn’t spare you a glance before walking over to the vanity to put his rings on. You look at Jisung who has also zoned out. You slip off the couch to kneel next to him, he looks at you now at eye level with him.

“ I don’t think I need to tell you that they all wouldn’t be here tonight without you Ji, right?” He silently nods. “Good then lets put on a show none of them will forget.”

You kiss the crown of his head before standing up and turning to Chan.

“And you… just be hot and play those drums”

“The ever-encouraging words of our lovely, Y/N, ladies and gentlemen,” Chan applauds you as you curtsey. Hyunjin is sitting on the vanity looking at you, there’s something about his eyes that sends a shiver straight down to where you’ve been aching all week. It’s the same look he had in his eyes that night he grabbed your hand to feel up his tattoos. 

“You on the other hand,” You point a wavering finger to Hyunjin “You’ll find something to stick your dick in tonight, so for the love of god, try to be less pissy until it’s all over.” 

“I’ll hold out hope, maybe if I’m lucky enough, it'll be you,” He rolls his eyes and lets the comment slip past his lips before he’s able to catch it. It leaves your face flushed and the rest of them shooting a look of bewilderment at him.

The tension is cut by Minho walking back into the room, indicating its almost time for them to go on. On cue, you blow Jeongin a kiss to which he obnoxiously catches and presses to his lips. Hyunjin’s comment rolls around in your head until you get to the bar to grab a drink. You know him enough to know when he’s joking but this didn’t sound like it. The look of shock on everyone's face was just confirmation. You see a seat and ask the guy sitting left of it if it’s taken, he sheepishly says it's all yours. You shed the coat you've been wearing, lined and trimmed in faux fur with intricate embroidery, revealing your long-sleeved mini-black dress. You took note of the way his eyes drank everything in, you smiled looking at him again. 

“Are you a big fan of the band?” You ask trying to make small talk, intrigued by his presence. He wasn’t dressed like anyone else here, he wore a grey hoodie and jeans, and a mop of soft brown hair sat on his head matching the softness of his eyes. 

“Can’t say that I am just yet. This is my first show, and you?”

“You’re in for a real treat. I’m a huge fan you could say. Been to almost every show.” His eyes widen a bit at this. “Oh really? Just here for the music?” He asks with raised brows. 

Without another word, you wink as the lights dim and the crowd screams.

This had to be one of their best shows, the energy from the crowd only amplifying their stage presence. You had never seen them performing as passionately as they had tonight. They all moved and played so perfectly in sync, on top of nailing every drum solo, guitar solo, and long vocal note. The lights had come on and your drink was empty once again. The guy who had been next to you had stood up lingering inside taking a phone call. Minho was the first to come out, he walked to security first to let them know to usher the remainder people out as quickly as possible. 

“They’ll be out soon, the talent scout wants to see them to discuss a deal. The venue said we could have it in the attached restaurant so can you please take these orders and grab us a booth?” Minho asks while frantically looking around.

“Boo if this is my reward for being Jeongins girlfriend, I’m expecting a cut of this deal too” You pout at Minho who is waving you off. 

You give the waiter the order for the 7 of you before sitting in the booth. It's a rounded booth with an extra chair at the open part of the table. You had given the coat to the host at the entrance but your legs felt cold with the mini dress riding up your thighs in this booth. It isn’t long before you see Chan and Jisung, dressed more casually and strutting to the table. You step out the booth to hug them both and congratulate them on the show. Minho is making his way down soon with Jeongin and Hyunjin in toe. Jeongin is grabbing you by the face to give you a kiss leaving you giggling at his enthusiasm. He tries to kiss all over your face before Jisungs groans and interrupts. You end up sandwiched between Jeongin and Hyunjin, which unfortunately does nothing for the ache between your thighs, the smell of their cologne is all you can breathe in, and the roughness of their jeans brushing against your exposed legs. They were both notorious for manspreading, so any thought or notion you had about legroom was out the window. 

Hyunjin seems to either not notice or care about the way your legs try to scoot further from his, you opt to cross your legs over each other, causing your boyfriend to notice and slide a hand onto the thigh that was buried under the other leg, his hand smushed between your thighs and so close to where your panties are dripping for him. Jeongin carries on with his convo with Chan who sits next to him. You take a shallow breath trying to focus on anything else, this piques Hyunjin’s interest.

“What’s got you so worked up?” He asks lowly into your ear while throwing an arm around the back of the booth seating that cages you in. 

“I could ask you the same” You scoff when he reaches to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I’ll share if you do? Here I’ll make it easy for you,” He riches for his drink tossing back the last of his drink, you watch a droplet slip down the side of his mouth just missing his lips. As he sets the drink down he’s leaning incredibly and his lips are practically pressed against the shell of your ear. “I would love nothing more than to rip that dress off your body, lay you out on this table, and fuck you while your boyfriend watches. And I know you haven't been fucked for days with how tense our Innie has been.”

You cough trying to suppress the moan you let slip, luckily it only has Jeongin turning to check on you with concern. You tell him you choked on air before he gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze and a kiss to your temple. He promised to make it up to you tonight for the dry spell he left you in this week. Hyunjin has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, his gaze fixed on the guy now walking to your table and waving to Minho. It’s the same guy from the bar.

“Ah finally. Everyone this is Seungmin, he works for Capitol Records.” Seungmin waves coyly until his eyes meet yours. Min goes around introducing you all.

 “This is Jisung, our singer, Chan, our drummer, Jeongin, our lead guitarist, and Hyunjin, our bass player. This is Y/N, our unofficial assistant and resident groupie.” Minho laughs at that comment but earns him a shin kick from Hyunjin. You roll your eyes extending a handshake.

“I’m Jeongin’s girlfriend. I think it's fair to say that Assistants and Groupies have better benefits than I do but it’s nice to meet you. Formally, that is.” You smile coquettishly. You always knew better to play into the flirt act when it would benefit them.

“It’s nice to have a name to put to such a pretty face.” You blush but it's sincere. The rest are side-eyeing you suspiciously Jeongin only has a questionable look on his face, you mouth ‘tell you later’ to him which melts the furrowed brow expression on his face.

“Great news,” Seungmin says as he sits in the seat between “The company wants to sign you a two-record deal. Some terms are negotiable but I’ll need an answer tonight.”

“What are the terms?” Chan is the first to speak.

“55k sign-on bonus, 15% cut on ticket sales, 10% on album sales, and we keep the royalties.”

“No.” Jeongin says firmly. Seungmin has a shocked look on his face.

“We want our royalties, we write everything ourselves. We’ve produced everything ourselves up until now. Our royalties and right to the music is non-negotiable.” Jisung speaks up but there’s not a single thought of consideration for the offer on his face.

Seungmin looks to Minho for help, “I told you they weren’t gonna crack on that,” he says with a shrug. 

“We’d be willing to give a portion of the royalties, but not all.” Hyunjin jumps in.

“20% for you and 80% for us” Chan says.

“You’re twisting my arm on this guys.” Seungmin looks at you all with pleading eyes, it’s so cute it almost works on you. You see why he’s the scout now. He stands up to pull his phone out “Let me make a call.”

He walks away leaving the 6 of you at the table quite, a bit jittery and anxious. Your mind brings you back to what Hyunjin said a few moments ago when you feel fingers brushing the side of your thigh where the hem of your dress rides up. You don’t have a chance to say something to him before Jeongin has a look of distress on his face, his grip on your thigh is getting a little tighter.

“I hate this. Everything about this makes me so anxious.’ He leans his head on your shoulder slumping back. You caress his face making him look at you.

“I can call Yasu, he might be a little helpful. Besides, unless he has some paperwork on him for you to sign at this very moment, which I highly doubt, nothing is final until you put pen to paper.” Yasu was a lawyer your friend of yours, very intimidating to look at with his dark sunglasses always on, the height, the piercings, and his bald head. He was a sweetheart but he had a cold look that always helped when you were going out. 

“Please, could you?” He looks at you with his puppy eyes, you kiss his forehead before pulling your phone out to call him.

“Let me out, I gotta make a call.” You say to Hyunjin as your pulling up Yasu’s contact information. He doesn’t budge, “Hyun.”

“Gotta crawl across, baby, I don’t really feel like moving.” You wait a moment.

He can’t be serious. While you’d normally argue with him, you needed to call Yasu before Seungmin came back.

Fuck it. 

Without a second thought, you put your legs over his lap before scooting yourself across his lap. That’s when you feel it, he’s hard. You're pulling your dress down again.

“You know you’re a real pain in my ass?” You huff

“I was hoping it would be a pleasure”

You look past him at Jeongin who’s still processing what he saw once again, he needs another moment.

You scurry off to a secluded corner to call Yasu.

It’s a brief conversation, he warns you of what to look out for and to call him first before signing anything.

“Hey, can I ask you something unrelated?”

“Of course.”

“If my boyfriend's band member who is also my long time friend, won’t stop flirting with me despite walking in on me and my very loving boyfriend having sex… what do i do to make him stop?”

He says nothing, you can hear him sigh deeply on the other end.

“Hyunjin.” It’s more of a statement then question, you hum in response. “Throw him a bone.”

“In what way?”

“That’s up to you. Goodnight.” 

Your head spinning with ideas. You store it in the back of your mind for a moment before walking back seeing Minho waiving the waiter over to collect the bill.

“What happened?” You ask Jeongin who stands beside Jisung out of the booth.

“We’re renegotiating tomorrow afternoon, let Yasu know we’ll need him if they want to sign,” Jeongin says while wrapping an arm around you. You're texting your friend once more, giving him the details of when and where before he confirms he’ll be there first thing.

Jisung, Chan, and Minho had departed with their goodnights by the time you refocus on your surroundings. Hyunjin is still lingering, standing next to the both of you.

Throw him a bone.

“Hyun, you want to come out with us for a few drinks?” Jeongin asks. It seems someone has already beaten you to the question. Hyunjin is glancing at you once more before that stupid grin is back on his face.

“Sure. I got no one better to do. Sorry, I meant nothing better to do.”

You’re walking down to the speakeasy bar down the street a few blocks over, it was pretty hipster. Dark velvet walls, gold lighting fixtures, and indie shoegaze music. It looked like a burlesque hall but hipster men and women sprinkled everywhere. You often came here for a fun time after a show, it seemed as good of a time as any.

Hyunjin grabbed your drinks while you grabbed a table in the corner tucked from everyone else, your back to being sandwiched between the two of them. You take what was probably your third drink of the night, it’s liquid courage. Every time you felt a buzz like this, your actions were a bit unpredictable. You're swaying a bit, Hyunjin is staring at your lips. The entire time you’ve been sitting here, they were two chatterboxes not sparing an ounce of attention. 

“Truth or dare?” You ask. Jeongin is leaning into your back with his head pressed to your shoulder. 

“Truth,” Hyunjin answers without sparing a glance at Jeongin, he’s intrigued by the mischief in your eyes.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” Hyunjin’s brow raises.

“Yeah. I do. How does that make you feel?”

“Gotta play the game right, Hyunjinnie,” You say taunting a finger at him. 

“Fine, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Jeongin is pressing his lips into your shoulder.

“Take your panties off.” Your chest is fluttering, your boyfriend groans a bit.

“How do you know I’m wearing any?”

“Prove it, then.” You shake your head while you lift off the seat to pull them down a bit before shimming them off. You pick them up tossing the black thong into Hyunjins lap.

“Good girl.” Jeogin nips at your ear, and you let a moan slip while his hands start to paw at the flesh of your thighs. “Truth or dare, Hyunjin?” 

‘“Dare,” Hyunjin’s head tilts like a confused puppy as he speaks.

“Kiss me.” Your pussy is drolling with the way Hyunjin is looking at you. You feel yourself getting hotter under his gaze.

Without another second passing, Hyunjin’s lips are attacking your own. It was everything you imagined, his lips were soft and full against yours. His kisses are wet from the way his tongue is dancing with yours. He has a hand in your hair pulling ever so softly, yours tangling in his hair while your other grips at Jeongin who sits behind you. He pulls away to bring his free hand up to your boyfriend's face, he grabs him by the hair pulling him in for a kiss. There, smushed between the two of them, you have the perfect view of their lips and tongues fighting for dominance. The wet smacking and saliva connecting their mouths have you whimpering. It was so lewd to be pressed between the two of them while they moaned and gasped into each other's mouths. They both pull back looking at the flush across your face while panting for air. Jeongin is the first to attack your neck on the side closest to him, and Hyunjin follows suit. You let out a whiny gasp, rubbing their thighs up and down before moving to their crotches feeling the strained hard cock’s beneath their pants. Jeongin’s hand makes its way to your exposed cunt, this pulls you out of your lust-filled haze. You remember you're in public again. You’re pulling Jeongin off once more too.

“Hotel. Now. Not here.” His lips are tinted pink and glossy from hickeys he's just sucked into your skin.

He groans but silently agrees grabbing your purse, Hyunjin pulls away from your neck reluctantly. Pulling you with him out of the booth. Jeongin is leading you out of the now crowded bar, holding your hand while Hyunjin keeps a hand on your waist right beside you. Your heart is racing, pounding against your chest. The walk back to your hotel feels like an eternity, Jeongin is repeatedly slamming down the elevator button with impatience. Hyun is pressed firmly against your back, his arm wrapped around your waist and his hand splayed on your tummy. Never been more thankful to have him holding you so firmly in fear your legs would give out any moment. Hyunjin nips at your ear teasingly while you feel his growing erection poke into your back.  The elevator dings, Jeongin dragging the two of you inside. Once the doors shut on you three, Jeongin kisses you once more, his hand rests on your throat holding you in place. Hyunjin is groaning at the sight feeling himself harden even more at the sight of his friend dominating you, his hands are feeling your chest. Hyunjin slips a hand underneath your dress from behind, feeling the way the lack of panties has only made your pussy droll with excitement for him.

You're pulled off the elevator in a swift motion by the two of them, being straight into the room and onto the bed. You're ripping your clothes off while the other two ogle at the scene in front of them, you fully naked in front of them.

"Who's first?" You ask smirking, trail hand between your thighs, turned on by the sight of the two of them staring at you with hunger in their eyes. They turn to look at each other but Jeongin does the unexpected. He's grabbing a fistful of Hyunjin's hair leaning into his ear.

"I want to watch you eat her out first. You can manage that can't you?" Hyunjin is wincing in pain and pleasure before muttering out a yes. "Good, strip your clothes then."

Hyunjin is throwing his clothes off haphazardly around the room, Jeongin sheds the last of his clothes before he settles down on the bed sitting behind you. Hyunjin is down to his boxers, staring at the both of you before sliding them down revealing his cock. He's big like Jeongin, he's not as long but he's just as girthy if not more. You haven't stopped playing with the slick between your thighs, having enjoyed every moment of the strip show, you glance back to see Jeongin, stroking himself looking between you two. Hyunjin is pulling your hands away from yourself pining them above your head. He's laid atop of you, the feeling of his tip so close to your entrance has you whimpering and wiggling under to get some friction.

"Not so fast. I've waited so long for this." He mumbles with his lips just brushing your own, he goes in for a kiss. It's short but filthy with the way his tongue slips. He pulls away, he holds your wrists in one hand to bring his hand down to your face and squeeze your cheeks.

"Open." You open your mouth only for him to spit right onto your tongue. "Swallow."

You do as he says.

"Fuck, I'm gonna ruin you, such a good girl." He glances at Jeongin while moving his way down your body with teasing kisses. Jeongin gets the hint and leans forward to take hold of your wrists. 

When he finally gets to your thighs, you're already whining for him to do anything. He takes his time watching you through lidded eyes, kissing the inside of your thighs until he's faced with your cunt. He licks a strong stripe up flicking your clit leaving you gasping for more, pushing a thigh up and over his shoulder, he starts with slow but firm licks your clit. One arm stretched across your hips to hold you in place while his free hand repeatedly slaps to the outside of your thigh. After enough teasing, his mouth is fully latched to your cunt, messily slurping up every drop of you. You’re screaming out at his torment, looking up at Jeongin who has let up on his grip on your wrist. He's enticed by the way Hyunjin's face is buried in between your legs. He uses his free hand to grope your tit, massaging the boob in his hand and leaning down to kiss you. You're moaning into his mouth when you feel Hyunjin's finger now brushing your g spot. You feel your eyes rolling back and the knot in your stomach about to burst, the feeling of his lips sucking at your clit, and your back arching off the bed begging to feel relief. You can feel Hyunjin’s fingers pick up pace and his tongue flicking repeatedly as you feel your orgasm approaching, and then the rubber band inside you snaps. Legs shaking, body twitching, and cries pouring from your throat as your release drips down Hyunjin’s face. 

With every touch, your skin feels like fire as you lay there trying to come back to the present. You almost missed the way Jeongin pulled Hyunjin from between your thighs, attacking his face with hot, sloppy kisses, desperate to know what he tasted like with your release coating his lips. When you regain consciousness, Hyunjin is flipping you over onto your stomach, lifting your hips in the air.

“Are you okay? Do you want to keep going?” Jeongin is leaned down by your face. You nod and whisper yes, throat tired from the screams you let out moments ago. He kisses your forehead before maneuvering to sit in front of you, his legs spread while his cock leaks with precum. His tip is angry red, begging to be touched. You’re reminded that Hyunjin is behind you when you feel a harsh smack on your ass, fingers playing between your folds. He gripped his cock with one hand, stroking himself a few while aligning your hips into place. You feel the way he rubs his tip against your dripping cunt, you wiggle your hips begging him to just put in.

“Please... Hyun please just fuck me please,” You plead while gripping the bed, nails digging into the comforter.

“Anything for you, my angel. Such a dirty girl crying out for my cock arent you?”

He’s slamming his hips into you giving you little time to adjust to feeling, his cock brushes against your cervix. He’s thicker then Jeongin, you can feel every ridge of him inside you. You yelp clenching down on him which causes Hyunjin to groan loudly, digging his fingertips into your hips. He moves slowly pulling himself out before bottoming out inside you again. Your whimpers only egg him on, Jeongin is fisting himself, all thoughts consumed by your moans and the way Hyunjin is slamming himself in and out. 

“Gonna fill you up so good. Watch me empty my load into your angel girlfriend, Jeongin.”

Hyunjin picks his pace up, the sound of skin slapping echoes in the room while he pounds into you from behind. You attempt to bury your face in the blanket you lay on top but Hyunjin is drunk on the way you cry out in pleasure, he wants you crying out his name while Jeongin watches. He pulls you up by your hair, lifting you to hold yourself up on your hands, he wraps an arm around your throat, leaning over your body to chokehold you. He continues his merciless thrusting and looks up to Jeongin while he grunts burying himself inside you to the hilt. He has a catlike smirk on his face while you cry out again feeling his tip brushing that spot inside you again. Jeongin is rapidly unfolding at the sight, but he can’t bring himself to release yet. Hyunjin lets you go before pulling out of you leaving you crying out at the empty feeling. He flips you onto your back, you roll over like a ragdoll now that every muscle in your body is worn. He settles on his lifting your hips into his lap before beginning to pound into your cunt. He holds your hips in the air while your back is arching once again, he’s so close and this new angel is bring him close to his own climax. Your whole body shakes and pussy clenches down on him, trying to milk every last drop of cum out of him. With a few sloppy thrusts, he climaxes inside you, painting your insides white with his cum. Your 2nd orgasm falters off as you aren’t as close, when you feel him pull out, your legs shake, needing him to finish what he started. You pant in place aching to feel your release. You look up at Jeongin, your boyfriend who watched his best friend just dump his load into you.

“Sit on my face.” It’s all he says, it's all Jeongin needs to say. He couldn’t cum, not when your pussy was dripping with Hyunjin’s cum. He needed to taste. When he finally scoots down the bed low enough for you to straddle his face and hold the headboard for support. He gives your ass a hard slap, gripping your hips down to smother his face, he was going to eat you out like you were his last meal. Without another second to spare, his tongue is dipping in and out between your folds, Hyunjin’s cum pouring onto his tongue. Lapping every drop into his mouth like you were spring water in the desert. 

Hyunjin had been watching this play out. Trying to catch his breath but he’s hard again, he can’t ignore the burning desire in his stomach to suck Jeongin off right now, when would he ever get another opportunity like this again? He makes his way back onto the bed push Jeongins legs apart, before settling down right between them just like he had done to you earlier. You look over your shoulder catching a glance before Hyunjin is spitting on your boyfriend’s cock to start stroking him. You had a burning feeling in your stomach recalling back to that night Innie fucked you on the couch remembering the fever flush that came over you seeing the way Hyunjin drank the image up. You brought back to reality when Jeongin groans into your pussy, overwhelmed by the feeling of Hyunjin taking him all the way down his throat. Jeongin snaps his hips up causing Hyunjin to gag and tighten his throat around him, you grind your hips into his mouth looking down at him while leaving another harsh smack across your ass.

You’re close to cumming again, your hand fisted in Innie’s hair while he moans into your pussy. He picks up the speed rapidly flicking his tongue on your clit, your thighs hurting from both the approaching orgasm and keeping yourself up from suffocating your boyfriend. Hyunjin is sloppily sucking your boyfriend off, pulling off for a moment to lick at his balls before flattening his tongue, and licking a long stripe from his balls to his tip. You once again feel your orgasm washing over you and cum shakily down on Jeongins face, he gleefully takes your hips in his hand helping you ride out his orgasm. You pull yourself shortly after to keep yourself from falling into full overstimulation, Hyunjin still lies between your boyfriend's legs, bringing Jeongin close to his own orgasm. Jeongin lifts his head up just enough to watch him shove Hyunjin’s head further down on his cock once more, holding him in place while he empties himself into his mouth. Out of breath, Innie lays there while Hyunjin slowly pulls his mouth off, letting Jeongins cum drip down out of his mouth back into his cock.

Panting, out of breath laying next to Jeongin, you hug his arm leaning your head on his shoulder. He smooths your hair down kissing your forehead muttering an ‘I love you’. The bed shifts when you feel Hyunjin lie next to you, you're all worn out, tired, and sore. Jeongin is the first to move with shaky legs, he makes his way to the bathroom to run a bath for you. Hyunjin is holding you in his arms, his head is pressed into your shoulder.

“I love you… I love you both so much… this won’t ruin us right?”

You roll over in his arms to look at him, Hyunjin had tears welling in his eyes. You knew him better than anyone else, his efforts to find a home in someone else’s body were all efforts made in a vain mindset, that sex could somehow fix the hole he had in his heart. He was always going to be in love with you, in love with you both. His heart held as much love for you as it did for Jeongin, someone he was never quite sure would ever reciprocate the love in the same way. 

“No, this changes some things but it’ll never ruin us. Come on, let's shower, we can talk things over in the morning. For now, we can hold on to this moment.”

A tear slips past, you wipe the tear away from his cheek rubbing a soothing thumb over his face. Hyunjin walks to the bathroom first, Jeongin comes back out for a moment. 

“Baby, I think you’re gonna have to help me to the bathroom. My legs feel like jello.” You tell Jeongin as laughs, he’s still hard so his erection still stands tall when he stands in front of you.

“I got you,” He picks you up bridal style, you wrap your arms around his neck. He stops for a moment with you like this. You cup his face and kiss him, a sweet one, a reassurance that you love him. He presses his forehead to yours, “I have so many mixed emotions right now… but I know… I need you both… more then ever.”

“I’m right there with you. Now, let's shower please, I’m begging you.”

After having both of them hold you up in the shower to wash, a cooperative effort to clean up the mess you left behind in the bed, you finally settle under the new sheets and comforter after having to ask the hotel housekeeping for shamefully. You wore one of the many band t-shirts Jeongin had, it was just the right amount of worn to feel soft against hot skin. Hyunjin grabbed spare clothes from his room before returning to the shared room for some much-needed cuddling and aftercare. You’d fall asleep sandwiched between the two of them, Hyunjin pressed to your back and your head on Jeongins chest.

You wake up the next morning to your phone blowing up, Hyunjin and Jeongin both passed out in a comatose sleep. You scramble across the bed to reach the dresser.

"Hello?" You ask groggily.

"Where are you and where is the other half of this band? I'm with the rest at the record companies office and the meeting is in 20 minutes." Yasu's voice is like a splash cold water to your face.

"Oh FUCk-" Your shoving the other two awake, shouting something about meeting and company. They both drop to the floor scrambling to find clothes.

"They'll be there soon maybe 10 minutes, 15 at most." You say as you watch the flee out the door.

"I'll try to stall till they get here... you said "they"... did you?..."

"I took your advice... and that's all I'll say."

[maxidentscene]

puppy love

⚘ genre. fluff

⚘ members. ot8

⚘ synopsis. the kids are lovesick! they’ve caught themselves up in a big fat crush and act like total fools

chan wants to figure you out

As the person who’s caught his interest, you’ve become a constant thought in the back of his mind. Would you like the track he’s working on? Do you think this pullover looks good on him or should he pick a different color? What are your thoughts on ice cream and cake and every other desert on the planet?

Basically, he wants to know everything about you. He wants to know the way your mind works, he wants to pick you apart and find more things to adore about you. Because of this, he’s always asking for your opinions on the most miscellaneous things

“Hey,” he hikes your legs up from where they’re resting on the couch to make room for himself before plopping them in his lap. “Do you think I could beat all of the guys in a swimming relay? All of them.”

You thoughtfully hum and take note of the dopey smile on his face, dimples on display, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “If I say no?” You tease back playfully, leaning into the soft cushions of the couch

The disappointed shake of his head makes you giggle and you decide to just entertain him. “Yes, I think you could beat them all,” you start, stopping to think for a moment. “But there’s no way you could beat me.” Even if it were a lie, it was worth it to watch Chan’s face light up as he laughed

lee know gets oddly jealous even if he shouldn’t

Minho is trying to be reasonable about these feelings that have been rapidly growing for you. Instead of stressing, he’s taking his shot at enjoying and welcoming the feeling of infatuation

This isn’t an easy thing to do when his losers for group members hang with you just as much as he does. You’re familiar and friends with all of them, but sometimes Minho really can’t find it in himself to be rational about your proximity with everyone else

It’s not a raging jealousy, nothing that makes him act out and cause a scene. It’s subtle, whether it be letting out an annoyed sigh to the members when they get too close or being quick to steal the seat that’s next to yours when out to eat

A perfect example would serve to be right now, Seungmin jokingly draping his body over yours because he was oh so tired from the ‘rough’ practice Minho enforced upon them today

Sure, he was just being friendly and comfortable with you, but that didn’t stop Minho from softly kicking the back of Seungmin’s shin to get him to stand up straight. “Get walking before we leave you here.” When the younger shot him a knowing look, he only shrugged in response

changbin simply can’t crush

Honestly, it would be an obvious crush if anything. You’re fully aware that Changbin has a crush on you, it’s a growing thing between the two of you that you sort of just slowly build together

In a way, it’s endearing. You’re both pining after each other and it’s sickening to anyone who is watching but in your eyes, it’s perfect. It’s the most fun you’ve had in a while. Dancing around the topic at hand and just flirting back and forth, constantly in each other’s personal space, spending more time with each other than necessary

Changbin has been nothing but sweet to you, taking care of errands with you and talking to you about his day, letting you in on the kind of person he is. Everything about your relationship is being taken slowly, a nice pace that you’ve mutually agreed on

“Why don’t you two just date?” Hyunjin asked from the kitchen counter, sat on the marble and kicking his feet back and forth as he stared at the two of you cuddled up on the couch. Changbin shoots him a glare and he throws his hands up in defense, excusing himself to his room

You didn’t think much of this, knowing that Changbin will talk about that when he’s ready, which he’s assured is soon. It has to be ‘perfect’, or so he says. For now, you’re okay with being his cuddle buddy every weekend

hyunjin keeps his composure (mostly)

You wouldn’t know it, but Hyunjin has a pretty cool and calm exterior for someone with a raging crush on his best friend. Everyone in the world seems to know but you and that’s just because he’s so good at hiding how lovesick he is when he’s with you

It’s totally okay if you take a sip of his drink when you’re thirsty and it’s more than okay when you slip on one of his beanies because you feel like you’re having a bad hair day at the dorm. It’s very very okay if you’re just so cold that you have to hug Hyunjin and let him shield you from the winter air, tucking your hands into the pockets of his hoodie to meet his own

At least that’s what you think. For fuck sake, he’s a mess every single time. Every little thing you do has him reeling, his heart is pumping so hard you’d think Changbin convinced him to join in on cardio day. He’s thankful that you can’t feel his pulse or see the way he’s shaking ever so slightly when you’re too close

“Hyune, can I stay over tonight?” You asked with a frown, defeat written all over your face and he can only blink back at you, silently asking for an explanation. “I think it’s gonna snow pretty bad tonight.. I don’t wanna drive in that.”

Yeah. You’re gonna be the death of him, one way or another. He really needs to get this whole crush thing sorted out immediately

han literally does not know how to act around you

Even though he’s a nervous ball of…. nerves around you, he still manages to act as normal as possible. Even after all of the time you’ve spent together, which can be chalked up to almost a year, he still finds his hands clammy when he’s left alone with you

Truth is, it’s easy to talk to you and he likes everything about you. Jisung wants nothing more than to spend endless time with you, learn what you like and don’t like, maybe take you out on a date eventually, he doesn’t even care if that sounds like he’s getting ahead of himself

“You did so good out there Sung, you literally lit up the stage!” You showered him in compliments after a performance, knowing how insecure he was feeling before he went on. You noticed the way his mouth slowly fell open, visibly stunned, and found it adorable

It’s getting easier, of course, it’s only natural considering you see each other almost everyday. He’s able to hold conversation for longer than 2 minutes at a time and he can actually manage looking right into your eyes when he talks to you

“Ha, uh, you’re welcome, I mean thanks!” He’s sure that he’ll always be a little shy around you and he doesn’t see it as a bad thing. You make him want to produce so much word vomit that he actually thinks it’s cute, the effect you have on him is insane

felix showers you in gifts

Felix is a gift giver! Probably the biggest gift giver in the world, he loves to spend money just as much as he loves to shower the people he loves in presents. Of course, he knows that gifts are superficial and they don’t always mean everything, but it feels good to get you things that you talk about a lot

Every single time, Felix manages to totally surprise you. He’ll give you a pretty gift bag on a really bad day that makes you instantly light right back up or he’ll take you out to dinner on nights where you ramble about wanting to go out and do something

“This is the one… right….” His freckled face heated up as he realized that he may have bought the wrong item for you, feeling uneasy about your facial expression. Little did he know that you were damn near in tears because he managed to, yet again, catch you off guard

It had been a messy day and all you wanted to do was crawl into bed. It was like a domino effect, one bad thing simply led to another and you were at your breaking point

But, when Felix showed up to your door with a brand new heating pad because you were complaining about your back, you about burst into tears. “No. God, no, come in Felix,” you stepped aside, making sure to wrap him up into a thankful hug as soon as the door shut behind you

seungmin wants to be in your personal bubble

After years of knowing you, Seungmin is more than comfortable with you. He sits himself in your lap, he snuggles up to you when he’s sleepy but can’t go to bed yet, he snakes an arm around your waist to sway with you when a familiar song plays in whatever shop you’re visiting together

But, these aren’t really just random touches at all. Sure, he’s like this with his members and other people he’s close with, but you’re a little different. He loves your space, he loves being close to you and maybe he’s touchy on purpose

“What’s the deal?” Your eyebrow shoots up in suspicion as your peace is interrupted. You were laying on your belly, reading something on your phone when Seungmin sighed and draped himself across your back playfully. “A mattress? Is that all I am to you, Seungmin?”

“A comfy mattress,” he corrected you with a giggle when you reached behind your back, hoping to find his mouth so you could shut it. Instead of that, you found his hand instead, the sound of Seungmin’s cooing making you roll your eyes

“Aw, if you wanted to hold my hand, you could’ve just said so,” he mocked before grabbing it and refusing to let go

jeongin is the biggest tease

You can feel his sharp eyes watching you from across the table, cheeks heating up as he witnesses your struggling. Usually the sauce packet in your hands would be open in seconds, but you swear, your fingers are slippery and the packaging isn’t cut like it normally is and-

“Oh, is it too hard?” Jeongin chirps at your frowning form, smiling with the deepest dimples and gingerly taking the package out of your hands. He can’t help but laugh at the way you smack his arm in retaliation, mumbling about how you ‘almost had it’

At first he exaggerates a struggle, huffing and puffing as if the small foil was way too powerful for him to withstand, but you shot him an icy glare and he pulled it open almost immediately

He could only laugh that breathy laugh that has him gasping for air, shoulders shaking as he got up and dumped the seasoning into your noodles. “That was such a workout,” he stated before fanning himself off with his hand

This sort of behavior would probably piss you off if it were literally anyone else. But Jeongin? He does it right, he teases just enough to get you to bite the inside of your cheek in attempt of hiding a smile

[hanjisung-enjoyer]

friends w benefits; ksm

tags: dom!seungmin, afab!reader, oral (m rec), facefucking, recording, a lil soft aftercare

“ just like that,” seungmin grunted under his breath.

if his head wasn’t thrown back against the wall, you would be able to see his usually soft puppy-like features contorted in pleasure as you take his cock down your throat.

however, he couldn’t let you know how crazy you made him.

he couldn’t let you know how affected he was by the way your hips swayed to the music during their group practice earlier, the curves of your body hugged by small shorts and a white tank top that allowed him a glimpse of your cleavage every time you bent down.

he couldn’t let you see the way his cock twitched in his pants when you dragged him by the wrist into the closet after the practice had concluded, teasing and whispering into his ear how his staring didn’t go unnoticed for the last few hours spent together.

and he absolutely couldn’t let you find out about how his heart melted when you pressed your lips against his, molded in a perfect rhythm that made him want you in more ways than the horny arrangement the two of you had going on for the last few weeks.

however what seungmin could let you notice was how jealous he got when he found his members sneaking peaks at what was his and his only. he took note of how low minho’s hands sat on your body as he adjusted your position, or how jeongin sneaked over to stand directly behind you every time the dance called for you to be leaned over, perfectly displaying your ass for the world to see.

so that’s how you ended up taking seungmin’s cock in a storage closet.

saliva pooled down your chin at each bob of your head, accompanied by small whines that would escape your throat unwillingly. seungmin loved it. he loved the mess, he loved seeing you absolutely ruined for him.

when seungmin glanced back down at you, he noticed the way your fingers had snuck down into the waistband of your shorts, your back arched as you ground yourself against your own palm.

with a scoff, he pulled away from you.

“minnie-“ you chased the head of his dick with your lips. “more, more please,” you begged with a choked sob, too far out of your mind.

“did i tell you to touch yourself?” he scowled, gripping the back of your scalp to force your eyes to meet his above you.

you babbled out a mantra of weak apologies for disobeying the man in front of you. he glared down at you for a moment before he harshly released his grip on your hair, your head left spinning.

“you know what happens,” he sighed in mock disappointment. “open your mouth. good girl, look at you.”

seungmin’s thumb softly traced your open jaw, contrasting the way he forced his throbbing cock down your throat. you whimpered and gagged around his length, struggling to take him all in without the support of your fist. “fuuck, take it baby, shit.”

he set a brutal pace from the start, not letting your mouth adjust to the stretch of his full size before fucking your throat relentlessly. each thrust of his hips pulled a humiliating sound out of you, but it only egged him on further.

tears stung the corners your eyes, threatening to fall down your flushed cheeks from the pressure down your throat. if seungmin noticed, he didn’t seem to care much since his pace refused to slow down. gruff pants escaped seungmin’s lips, building up a sweat through his persistent thrusts.

“ahh, fuck, look at you, hnng,” he managed out, one hand tangling itself back into your hair and the other reaching out to a nearby shelf. it wasn’t until a bright flash broke you out of your fucked-out trance that you processed what was going on. under heavy eyes, you peeked up above you to be met with the back of his phone.

you whined out a sound of protest but couldn’t bring yourself to fight against him. the tears spilled down your face in utter humiliation as he recorded the scene below him: his thick cock shoved down your tight little mouth, your hair entangled between his fingers as he kept you set in place. you knew the camera would pick up the saliva that dripped down your chin, staining your white tank top with pools of drool as proof to what was happening.

the image of your ruined figure must’ve been so messy, so stimulating to the man above you because it only took a few seconds before he began to fall apart.

“jesus fucking- shit, you look so hot right now, holy fuck,” seungmin’s voice raised in pitch as he approached his orgasm. “you’re all mine. ‘m gonna cum now baby, you’re gonna take it? take it all for me?”

you couldn’t manage a response, so you flattened your tongue against his angry red tip and hummed a small noise that vibrated the length of his dick between your lips. he choked out a groan before he hit his high, shoving his cock as far as it could go down your throat as it throbbed with its release. his knees buckled as his seed painted the walls of your mouth, it’s salty tinge causing your throat to constrict and milk the rest of him. he muttered a mix of curses and soft praises under his breath as he came down, ending the video and slowly retracting himself from you. he slid down the wall he had been leaning against as he caught his breath.

once he sat in front of you, eyes closed and lightly exhaling, you let your upper body fall into his lap. the fingers that previously tore at your scalp gently weaved through the strands of your hair, allowing you to recover from the intense stimulation only moments before. you took deep breaths and let seungmin soothe your racing heart.

“shh,” he whispered, running his fingers down your shoulders. “you’re so good for me.”

seungmin was glad you had your eyes closed, because if they were open, you’d see how lovingly he stared down at you. you’d see the small smile that played on his lips as you steadily regained control of yourself. you’d see his mouth opening to say something, anything to fill the silence in the air, and maybe even finally ask if you felt the same way as him.

as bad as he wanted to, he couldn’t risk losing whatever relationship the two of you had going on now. so, he closed his lips, choosing to savor what he had of you.

besides, the more time that the two of you stayed in that closet meant the longer you could procrastinate facing the rest of the boys, who had been waiting for the two of you in the car so they could finally leave.

a/n: thank u for reading!!🤍🤍

[tasteleeknow]

CALL OF THE SIREN

PAIRING: siren!minho x fem!reader GENRE: smut. fluff. fairytale!au CONTENT: 18+ minors dni. WORD COUNT: 5.7k

SUMMARY: the effect he has on people is obvious, they’re drawn to him like he’s an oasis in a desert. then, with a small jingle of a bell that announces his arrival into your store, he attempts to ensnare you.

NOTE: my step back into writing after a little break. please let me know what you think! this is my interpretation of a siren. i know some people write them as mermaid type creatures. i wanted to write more the bird type, pretty bird singing in a cage and never touched and all of that jazz. whatever, hope you enjoy!

do not repost to other sites, including translations.

“Would you just come for an hour or so? Please?” you friend asks, tugging on your arm and giving you her best puppy dog eyes. 

“You just go,” you whine. “I’ve just had a new shipment in, I really should—” 

“It’s Sunday,” he interrupts. “Your books can wait,” she tugs you a little harder. “30 minutes.” 

“45.” 

Elsie was perhaps the only person you could call a real friend. She loved you, she’d proven that over and over throughout the years. Still, she was a very different person than you were. She sought out new faces and new company seemingly every hour of the day she had free. 

“Why are you so obsessed with dragging me around like a sidekick?” 

“Why are you so obsessed with this bookstore?” she retorts. 

“Why are you so obsessed with that man?” 

“What man?” she says, faking ignorance.

“Oh, come on.” 

“Listen, you just have to meet him once, alright? It’s not—” 

“It is that weird,” you correct before she can finish. “You and everyone else have lost your minds. I really don’t see how it’s possible for any man to—”

“You’ll see.” 

You sigh. “Let me lock up.” 

—

It’s as busy as the last time you’d been dragged to the monthly market. It always felt like the entire region descended onto the field far too small to accommodate them all. You weren’t used to crowds like this. Your days were happily spent in your village bookstore, room enough for your books and a small apartment out back. 

“There!” Elsie exclaims.

A crowd surrounds a small stage, obscuring your view of whatever has captured their attention. Your friend grips your hand and tugs you so suddenly you barely manage to stay upright, ducking your head as she barrels through the sea of bodies. The bustling sound of the market fades as she pulls you to a stop. Her eyes are fixed on the small makeshift stage, constructed from various wooden crates stacked beside each other. He’s singing: the man on the stage. He stands there in front of you, white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows with his hair falling into his eyes. He’s pretty, you’ll give him that. But when you turn to speak to your friend, the look on her face makes the words stick in your throat. She looks transfixed. She looks like he’s offering her the world on a silver platter, holding it out to her with his bare hands.

A strange feeling bubbles up in your chest, like you should wrap your arms around her as if she might at any moment lunge onto the stage. 

Then the singing stops. 

“That’s him,” she breathes dreamily, still failing to pull her eyes from the man on stage. 

“Thank you for coming,” the man on stage announces just before leaping off the stage and walking directly towards you. The crowd begins shuffling around, making their way to the small booth where they can offer their cash as a thank you for a clearly enrapturing performance. 

“You looked away,” he says when he reaches you, like that means anything at all. 

Your friend grabs your hand, as if she's afraid you might turn and run. “This is Minho,” she says. “He performs here every month. We uh—We had a drink last month and I said I’d bring my best friend next time.” 

You tug your hand from your friend���s, a little amused by her clear infatuation. Then you hold it towards him, inviting the stranger to shake it. He doesn’t. Instead he looks down at it like you’ve just held up something rotten in his face. 

“Minho doesn’t like touching people,” your friend explains, grabbing your hand again and saving you the embarrassment of letting it fall to your side. 

“Right. Well, I uh— I enjoyed what little of your performance I heard. Your voice is nice.” 

“Nice?” he says, cocking his head a little. 

Nice wasn’t enough of a compliment for him? The man refuses to shake hands and has a big ego. Your brows draw together, growing confused at your usually very intuitive friend’s infatuation. 

Elsie laughs, swinging your hands back and forth between you. “It’s heavenly, more like. Nice is a ridiculous way to describe it. Doesn’t it just… feel like it’s seeping into your chest? Like you could drown in it?” 

The man—Minho—looks at you with anticipation, curiosity: like your answer is important. 

“I—I mean, sure. I suppose.” 

“Should we all get a drink? There’s a shake stall, just near the lake,” your friend says, pulling Minho’s eyes from yours as she leads you away.

—

The remainder of the day is uneventful. You stay an hour and your friend chats away with the strange man like a lovesick puppy while you make yourself sick on a far too large vanilla milkshake. Love gives people rose tinted glasses, you conclude that night as you fall into bed. He was pretty and he had a nice voice, but clearly your friend's view of him was magnified by her heart. Infatuation does that to people. 

—

The gentle jingle of the bell above the door is one of those sounds you’d grown so accustomed to, you now barely heard it. It was background noise, like the sea birds or the crashing of the waves against the cliffs. You were so close to the cliffside here, it was the biggest selling point of the place. If you cracked your window open at night you could fall asleep to that sound. It was a stark difference to the car horns and sirens you’d grown up with. 

“Excuse me?” a voice says, startling you from your reverie. 

“Minho.” 

“You remembered.”

“I’m good with names.” 

He looks around the store, taking in the high shelves and the ladders installed to reach. “Yes, you’d have to be. Elsie told me you were… attached to this place.” 

“I love it.” 

He tilts his head a little, that look crossing his face again. You feel like you’re under a microscope. 

You clear your throat, stepping down from the small step you carry around the store to reach difficult places. “Do you need help finding anything?” 

He shoves his hands in his pockets, gazing around the store lazily. “I don’t do a lot of reading to be honest. I could use a few recommendations.” 

You brush your hands down your front. “Alright. What genres do you like?” 

He shrugs, offering you a lopsided grin. 

“You have to help me a little.” 

“Give me three of your favourites.” 

“We might not have the same taste.”

He shrugs again. 

Okay, fine. He’d be buying either way. 

He follows you around the store, a quiet shadow as you collect the first three books to come to mind. He’s quiet as he pays, placing his card down on the counter between you. Doesn’t like to be touched, you’re reminded. You slide the brown paper bag across the counter for him as you tuck his receipt inside. 

“Here you go.” 

“Do you think I’m pretty?” he says casually as he scoops it off the counter. 

You’re quiet for a moment, processing the question. “I’m sorry?” 

“I know it’s an odd question.” 

“Odd doesn’t—” 

“Humour me.” 

Elsie has a lot of explaining to do. “Sure. You’re pretty and your voice is heavenly. It seeps into my soul.” 

He grins. “You’re lying.” 

“Look, I think you’re strange. You… make me feel uneasy and—” 

“Uneasy?” 

“Not in a bad way. I don’t feel.. unsafe. I just… feel like I’m missing something. It’s uncomfortable.” 

“Not knowing something makes you uncomfortable,” he says, still grinning. It isn’t a question. 

“Why are you here? You clearly didn’t come here to buy books.” 

He juggles the brown bag into one hand so he can hold out his other towards you. “I came to shake your hand.” 

“I thought you didn’t like to do that.” 

“I don’t.” 

“So why are you—”

“Humour me.” 

You sigh, reaching out and grasping his hand in yours. He jolts as your palms connect, dropping the contents of the paper bag across the floor as he stumbles backwards. Okay, he really doesn’t like being touched. You round the counter to collect the books from the floor, cringing a little at the way one of the brand new paperbacks has landed. 

It’s only when you’ve collected all three and righted yourself you realise Minho is standing deathly still, silent. 

You raise your eyes to him. He looks shaken. You can’t help feeling sorry for him. “I don’t know what—I don’t know why you don’t like being touched, but it’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s okay to protect yourself.” 

You place the bag at his feet and take a step away from him. “Did you—Did you feel anything?” 

You frown. 

“When we touched,” he clarifies. 

“Like what?” 

“Nothing. I uh—” he bends to collect the bag. “Thanks for the books.” 

And with that, he’s gone. The small bell announces his exit. 

—

It’s days like these, with the sun high in the sky and the gentle spring breeze, that you’re so grateful for life you can hardly contain it. You close the shop and take the small walk to the cliffside bench with a book tucked under one arm and a thermos in your chilled hands. She’s waiting for you there. She knows weather like this draws you out. 

“The princess emerges from her tower, at last!” Elsie practically shouts as you lower yourself onto the bench beside her. 

“No shouting on days like this.” 

“Is that coffee?” she asks, gesturing to your thermos.

“Tea,” you correct, passing it to her before she can ask. 

“Mm, prefer coffee,” she says just before taking a healthy sip. 

“You should’ve brought some then.” 

You’re both quiet for a while after that, opening your book to read silently as Elsie gazes out over the ocean, thermos grasped between her hands. 

“Do you know something?” she says eventually. “I think you were right about this place.” 

You place your book by your side as she passes you the half empty thermos. “Was I?” 

“I know I tease you for it. But I get it. Why you spend all your time here, I mean. It’s nice.” 

“Nice?” you laugh. “What an understatement.” 

She turns towards you. “Oh, I'm the one understating the beauty of things now?” 

“Don’t start.” 

“I know he came to the store.” 

“People do that when they want to buy books.” 

“That man doesn’t need to go to a store to buy books.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” you question.

“Come out with me tonight and I’ll show you.” 

“Where?” 

She grins. 

—

“What the hell is this?”

“Minho’s home,” your friend answers.

“Elsie, this is a fucking palace. What the hell is he doing busking at the local market?” 

She shrugs. “I asked him the same thing. Come on,” she says, attempting to lead you towards the imposing doors. 

“I wasn’t invited,” you point out.

“I have a plus one.”

The sound of chatter and laughter floods through the door as it opens. Half the town are his dinner guests by the sound of it. Elsie pulls you through the stately rooms, each with high ceilings and decadent carpets. 

When she passes you a drink, you still haven’t spotted him. You recognise faces from your store, people who have dropped by once or twice on a lazy afternoon and others who are regulars. Members of the local book club practically keep you afloat. 

“Is this a celebration?” 

“No, he just holds these regularly apparently. Has a private concert before dinner.” She tips back her head and finishes her champagne in one go. “That’s where they’re going now. Come on, let’s get good seats.”

It’s the kind of place you’d read about in fantasy novels, with high ceilings and chandeliers and carpets that could be worth more than your shop. It’s utterly ridiculous. A tiny sliver of embarrassment sneaks its way inside you at the idea of someone that had all this stepping into your store. You stamp it under your boot before it can settle. Your store is everything. You’d never been prouder of anything in your life. 

When the man of the hour emerges, the room quiets. People shift in their seats, leaning ever so slightly towards the stage where he stands. This stage is nothing like the one at the markets. It’s a permanent, elaborate construction, raising him high enough that even those peaking their heads into the packed room from the very back can get a clear view. 

Then he starts singing. 

It’s just like the last time you heard him. It’s pleasant, beautiful even. But as you take in the faces of those around you, you get that frustrating feeling again: you’re missing something. He stands centre stage, lulling the entire room into a dazed wonder. You get the urge to climb on stage and shake him. Tell me what this is! But you don’t. You wait for him to finish, wait for him to release his captives. 

Thirty minutes later Elsie takes your arm as you filter out of the room and towards the dining room, only stopping when Minho steps in front of you—blocking your exit. 

“Did you enjoy the performance?” he asks, a polite smile pulling the corners of his lips up. 

It sets your friend off on a speech that makes you want to pull her aside and give her a gentle slap across the face. Snap her out of whatever has taken root inside her brain. 

“And you?” Minho finally asks. 

“It was fine,” you answer. He didn’t need his ego fed. 

He laughs. Laughs. Like the idea that you weren’t totally enraptured by him like a sort of admiring zombie was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. Your eyes drop to his neck as you wonder how your hands would look wrapped around his throat. 

“Elsie, they’ll be starting service now. May I have a word with my guest? Just for a moment.” 

Your friend looks between you both, like she’s missing something obvious. You understand the feeling. Then she leaves with a gentle squeeze of your arm. 

“You’re rich,” you announce after a moment of silence. 

“Very observant.” 

“How?” 

“And blunt.” 

“I don’t like not knowing things.” 

“Yes, yes I know,” he smiles. Then he collapses into one of the empty chairs and looks around the room like he’s never seen it before, like it doesn’t belong to him. “People are… generous, with their donations. They like my voice.” 

You scoff, collapsing into a chair across the aisle from him. “You expect me to believe all of this is just from… busking?” 

“They really like my voice.” 

“Yes, I know. Will you tell me why?” 

“Must there be a reason?” 

He takes a deep breath when you give him a pointed look before pulling himself to his feet and crossing the aisle towards you. You get the urge to run, but you don’t. You hold your breath instead as he kneels at your feet. He holds his palm up towards you, like he’s expecting a high five. 

“I’ll tell you,” he says. “If you hold my hand while I do.” 

“You won’t fall over this time?” 

“I'm much closer to the ground if I do.”

It’s a strange request, but everything about him was strange. You hate not knowing things. So you press your palm to his, watching his face for any discomfort. His eyes fix on where your hands connect as he folds his fingers to intertwine with yours. It’s far too intimate for someone you’d only met twice before, but you need answers. 

“This will be… odd,” he says. “You’ll have to be open minded.” 

You huff out a small laugh. “Yes, well I wouldn’t expect anything else from you.” 

He smiles. It’s a sad smile.

“I’m cursed,” he says eventually. It’s blunt and plain, no room for doubting the seriousness of it. “I exist to tempt others, to lure them without ever being able to touch them.” He takes a deep breath, readjusting the way your hands are intertwined so he can rest them in your lap. “It’s a safety measure, I assume. No one can resist me so to counteract any complications that might create… touch is repulsive. To both parties. I sing and I tempt them with beauty… and they want me. They want me so badly they throw their money at me in the hope it’ll make me see them.”

“Cursed.”

You look down at your intertwined hands, the warmth of his skin seeping into yours. Okay so he’s either teasing you or he’s completely insane. 

“I can prove it to you,” he says, seemingly interpreting the look on your face successfully. “If I must. It won’t be pleasant.” 

“We’re holding hands,” you point out. You weren’t in pain.

“Yes,” he says with a small smile. “We are.” 

“Well, doesn’t that disprove your… story.” 

He squeezes your hand a little. “You aren’t lured in the same way. My voice is ‘fine’, as you put it. I’m pretty enough, but I’m not—” 

“What’s your point?” 

“Curses can be broken,” he says. “Surrounded by all those books and you’ve never read a fairytale?” 

You want to shove him onto his ass and wipe the teasing smirk off his face. 

“You’re a curse-breaker. Come to set me free.” 

You yank your hand from his. 

“Is this fun for you? Do you want me to fall for this story you're spinning and make myself a fool just for you to waltz into the dining room and laugh about it with your friends?” 

He frowns. “No.” 

“Why do you sing?” you ask. “If this is a ‘curse’ that you hate so much. Why set up these events to sing for them all?” 

“I need it,” he says, brows still drawn together. “Or I'll die. I… feed from their adoration, or the curse does. It’s wrapped around me, yanking at my soul. I feed it or I die.” 

The look on his face, the tormented glaze to his eyes. It’s too convincing. He’s either as good of an actor as he is a singer or he’s…

“How would you prove it?” 

He pulls himself to his feet. “I would let someone touch me. Your friend, perhaps.” 

“And what would happen?” 

“She would… be upset. She’d be in pain.” 

“It hurts?” 

“It’s excruciating.” 

“You can’t do it to me instead?” 

He shakes his head. “You’re the exception, angel. I can’t hurt you even if I wanted to.” 

“Don’t call me that.” 

“That’s what you feel like to me.” 

“Well, don’t.” 

“Alright.” 

He’s quiet as you leave the room, as you leave his house. You pull your phone out to let Elise know you’ve left early. She’ll understand. You don’t like crowds. 

— 

It’s weeks before the small bell above your shop door signals his arrival. You’d almost managed to put him from your mind and then there he is, standing in your space with his hands shoved in his pockets. 

“What do you want?”

He steps towards you. He looks nervous. 

“I’d like to be free, angel.” 

“I said not to call me that.” 

“Right, sorry.” 

You sigh, stepping down from the ladder to face him. “Okay, tell me what to do.” Humour him. 

One corner of his mouth lifts up. “What?” 

“How do I free you? Break the curse,” you say, gesturing at nothing in particular. 

He looks around you, at the shelves crammed to bursting with books. “No fairy tales at all?” he questions. When you say nothing he redirects his attention to you again, suddenly looking a little more solemn. “I’m afraid you’ll have to fall in love with me, angel.” 

You laugh. You can’t help it. “Oh alright, then,” you manage eventually. “Is that all?” 

He isn’t laughing with you, you realise. It sobers you. 

“I would really, really like to be free.” 

“The fairytales you keep alluding to. Don’t they usually fall in love before the big curse is revealed? A little less pressure that way don’t you think?” 

He pulls one hand from his pocket and rubs the back of his head. “It would feel… wrong. To spend time with you while keeping that from you. Wouldn’t you feel… used? If you did end up… feeling something for me and then discovering I had something more to gain from you.” 

You frown. “Yeah, I guess I would. But if you want to be free that badly, why does it matter? You don’t know me.” 

“Like I said, I can’t hurt you. It’s… maybe it’s part of it. I don’t know. I feel…” he trails off, eyes dropping to the ground. “It’s strange,” he continues after a moment. “I’ve known about you, that someone like you existed out there somewhere. Someone who could fix me. I just—How long have you been here? How long have you had this place?” 

“5 years.” 

“5—” he pauses, sucking in a deep breath. “Right.” 

“How long have you been… like this?” 

“6 years,” he says, shoving his hand back in his pocket. “You’ve been here this whole time. This curse is cruel, I shouldn’t be surprised. I just—” 

“Swear to me,” you interrupt, taking a small step towards him. “Swear to me this isn’t some elaborate joke. I don’t want to see anyone in pain. I don’t want you to have to prove this to me. I just… I need you to look me in the eyes and swear to me.” 

He takes a hesitant step towards you as he lifts his hands from his pockets. “Is there someone you… someone you don’t like very much?” he asks, a tiny smile forming on his lips. “Someone you wouldn’t mind seeing getting a very short jolt of pain?” 

“You said it’s excruciating. Is it that way for you too?” 

He nods. 

“No, there’s no one I’d want to feel pain.” 

He sighs. “I want to prove it to you. I want you to be sure of me.” 

“You’ll have to prove yourself worth trusting. If I'm going to love you, I’ll have to trust you, won’t I?” 

He reaches slowly for your hand. You let him take it, lifting it up so he can inspect it. He traces his finger over your palm, tracing the lines that cross your skin. “I’ll do my best,” he whispers. 

—

It doesn’t take you long to recognise his patterns of behaviour. He visits the shop regularly, finding some way to touch you in these small ways before he leaves. You can’t help but stay quiet as he does, afraid to interrupt him. You can see it, the way he gets comfort from your touch. You suppose if you’d been unable to touch another person at all for six years you’d be a little desperate for human touch as well. Your hands are the focus of his attention. You’re sure he must know them as well as he knows his own. He traces the lines on your palms, plays with the rings on your fingers, wraps his fingers around your wrists. 

He’s replaced the local bookclub as your biggest customer. It’s not possible for him to be reading all the books he buys. Still, he comes in once a week to ask for more recommendations. You slip in the occasional test. A vampire romance or fifty shades of grey. He never comments on it. Not until today. 

“Are you trying to hint at something?” he says from the lounge chair tucked into a corner of the store. He’d taken to spending time reading as you worked. It was the only evidence you had that he read at all. 

“Hint at what?” you ask from behind the counter. 

“Your kinks.” 

You choke on your tea, slapping your palm against your chest to prevent the liquid from entering your lungs. 

“I’m sorry?” you choke out. 

“I’ve noticed your recommendations are getting a little… adult. Do you have a thing for BDSM?” 

You duck around the corner to check for any quiet customers lingering between the shelves. “Would you be quiet?” you scold as you march towards him. One of your regulars is perusing at the back of the store. 

“Come on, angel. Don’t be shy.” 

“Are you telling me you’ve been reading them?” 

“I liked the one with the priest. Forbidden fucking is exciting, isn’t it? Doing it where you shouldn’t—” 

You slap your palm over his mouth. You can feel his grin form. “If you don’t shut up, I’m banning you from the store.” 

His eyes sparkle with mischief but he nods. You release him before wiping your palm on your jeans. 

—

It’s only a few months after that when you notice it. He’s your employee. You didn’t hire him and you don’t pay him but as you hand him the box opener so he can start taking stock of the next box you find yourself frozen with the realisation. 

He frowns, pulling himself to his feet. “What’s wrong?” 

“What are you doing?” 

He closes the box opener. “Well I was about to use this sharp thing to slice the tape from this box so I can take the books out.” 

“Shut up.” 

One corner of his mouth lifts up. 

“You’re working here,” you point out. 

“Am I?” 

You nod. Silent. 

“Would you like me to leave?” 

You frown. “No.” 

He smiles, sliding the knife open. “Then I’ll continue with the box, shall I?” 

—

You stir awake at the gentle nudge against your shoulder. “Angel,” he whispers. “It’s late.” 

“How late?” you mumble, rubbing at your eyes as you uncurl your body from the unnatural position you’d fallen asleep in on the lounge chair. 

“I closed an hour ago,” Minho says. He crouches at your feet, hair standing on all ends from where he’s dragged his fingers through it. You reach out to smooth it down. 

“Thanks,” you say through a yawn. 

“Why are you so tired?” he asks, reaching out to take your hand so he can trace patterns across it. 

“Couldn’t sleep.” 

“Any reason?” 

You trace over his face with your eyes, taking in his long lashes, the slope of his nose, the curve of his upper lip. “Would you… be spending time with me if I wasn’t…” you trail off, suddenly embarrassed. 

“Do you trust me?” he whispers. 

Your eyes flick across his, the soft light from the lamp doing just enough to make the deep brown clear. He needed something from you. You’d barely known him a year and he was the strangest person you’d ever met. It was probably foolish to trust him, dangerous at the very least. 

“I do,” you answer. “I… trust you.” 

He rocks forward, bringing his head down to your lap so he can press his lips to your hand. He peppers little kisses across your skin and you tangle your free hand into the hair at the back of his head. It falls down the back of his neck now, longer than it’s ever been before. 

“Keep me,” he mutters, just clear enough for you to make out. “Will you keep me, angel? Please. I can’t hurt you. I swear.” 

“Okay.” 

—

“What?”

You blink, finding Minho’s sparkly eyes fixed on you. He’s smiling, like you’ve missed something funny. 

“You were staring,” he says. 

You drop your gaze to the floor, feeling your cheeks warm. 

His soft footfalls as he approaches are the only sounds in the store. It was a quiet day, heavy rain preventing many customers from venturing out. He arrives at the bottom of the ladder, holding it steady as you descend. When you turn he doesn’t remove his hands, caging you in. 

“Am I pretty?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you breathe. 

“Yeah?” he repeats with a small smile. “Have I grown on you?” 

You fiddle with the tie on his hoodie as his fingers stroke through your hair. Grown on you felt like the wrong way to describe it. Inside you. He’d tangled himself with you and now you weren’t sure you could ever let him go. You’d spent a few sleepless nights imagining spending your days in the store without him. A small part of you was afraid. Afraid that if—when—you told him you loved him, he’d leave. Curse broken, needs fulfilled. 

“A little,” you mutter, eyes fixed on his chest. 

“Only a little?” 

You look up into his eyes, then to his lips. “Would you leave if it was more than a little?” 

“Hm?” he questions as he tugs a little on one of your earlobes. 

“That’s what you’re here for isn’t it? You need me to—” you suck in a breath. “You need me to love you. Will you leave after that?” 

He frowns, hand dropping to cup the side of your neck. It’s a comforting hold, his thumb stroking gently behind your ear. “Why would I leave?” 

“I’m your curse-breaker, right? That’s my purpose? That’s what you need from me.” 

“I don’t need anything from you, angel,” he says. It’s a little unfocused, like his mind is somewhere else. His thumb keeps stroking.“It’s been two months since I needed to sing. It let me go.” 

You drop the hoodie ties and grip the fabric instead. “What?” 

He offers you a small smile. “You freed me,” he whispers. 

The curse is broken… and he’d stayed. “You’re still here.” 

“Mm, do you want me to leave?” 

“No,” you answer quickly before pulling him towards you, tasting him for the first time. He stumbles a little, humming into your mouth as he steadies himself. It’s a frenzied stumble around the store. You are hardly aware you’re moving at all before you find yourself pushed up against a wall of books. 

“The store is open,” he mumbles into your neck. 

“Don’t care,” you mutter before you grip his hair and pull his mouth back to yours. 

He laughs, taking a large step backwards and detaching you with ease. “Yes, you do. I’ll be right back.” 

You attempt to catch your breath as he locks up, dropping your head back against the books and closing your eyes. You loved him. You loved him and he knew and he didn’t leave you. 

His finger traces your lips when he returns. “You’re smiling,” he whispers. 

Your eyes flutter open. “You didn’t leave me.” 

He frowns. “I was just locking up.” 

You huff out a short laugh. “No, I mean… two months ago.” 

“Ah,” he says before pressing his lips together and adopting an exaggerated thoughtful expression. “Why didn’t I leave?”

You press your finger to his cheek. “Do you think I’m pretty?” you ask. 

His eyes flick to yours, the teasing expression dropping off his face. “Angel,” he whispers. “You’re wrapped around my soul.” 

You’re both quiet after that, little noises of pleasure the only sounds between you as he pushes you against the shelves. You snake your hands under his hoodie, pressing your hands to his skin. He’s so warm. He’d taken your hands shortly after you’d entered the store, cold and wet from the downpower. You’d frozen still as he lifted them to his mouth and breathed over them, warming them gently. 

“Love touching you,” he mumbles against your lips. “So soft. You were worth it.” His lips move to the corner of your mouth. “I couldn’t touch anyone… for years and you were there at the end… a soft angel come to save me, hm? Let me feel you…” 

He continues muttering the same way as he presses kisses across your skin. You snake your hands up his back, lifting his hoodie as you go. He barely detaches his lips from you for a second as he pulls it over his head and tosses it aside. 

The rain seems to get heavier as you’re consumed by him, offering you a curtain of privacy from the world. It feels completely safe, here with him, in your favourite place on earth. It's yours, this place, him. You bite into his neck, just enough to leave tiny marks in his skin. He grunts, threading his fingers into the hair at the back of your head. “The angel bites,” he laughs as he slips his other hand up your thighs and under your dress. 

“Stay here with me,” you gasp into his mouth as his fingers brush your clothed centre. 

“I’m staying,” he breathes. 

“You can’t leave.” 

He smirks as his fingers brush back and forth, barely touching. “Listen to me. I’m not leaving you, yeah? I’ll never walk out the door again if that’s what you want.” 

“You have a—a palace,” you gasp as he hooks his fingers into your underwear. 

His lips ghost over yours as his fingers explore you, slipping through your folds leisurely. “Would you rather live there?” he asks.

“Wouldn’t you?” 

He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth before releasing you. “Wherever you are,” he whispers as he tugs your underwear down your legs. 

“Here,” you breathe. 

“Alright, we’ll live here.” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, like you can hold the sentiment inside him and physically prevent him from changing his mind. We, he said. We’ll live here. Suddenly his hands are under your thighs and he’s practically scooping you up, slotting himself closer towards you and lifting you up against the shelves. His bare torso is warm against your thighs as you wrap yourself around him securely. 

“That sounds nice,” you mumble into the crook of his neck. 

“Just nice?” he says back, the mischief clear in his tone. 

“It sounds so wonderful, I could die from joy.” 

He chuckles against your temple. “Don’t do that. Don’t leave me.” 

“One condition.” 

“Hm?” 

“Would you fuck me now?” 

He makes that face again, like he’s deep in thought. His mouth forms a straight line. You kiss it off him, forcing him to part his lips. “Alright, angel,” he mumbles. “I’ll fuck you now.” 

His movements are lazy and patient as he pulls himself free from his trousers. You practically latch yourself onto his neck, sucking at his skin desperately. Then he’s playing with you, wetting the tip of his cock along your folds like he has all the time in the world. You’re on the brink of tears when he finally shoves you against the shelves and lets you sink down onto him. 

“‘m inside you,” he mumbles into your shoulder. 

You hum, dropping your head back. “Yeah,” you breathe. “You are.” 

please don’t forget to leave feedback, it took me lots of time and effort and hearing your thoughts is what makes me want to write more. thank you.

[ashley-foster-13]

What TMR characters are like during sex

Newt:

really passionate, always making sure you're not in pain and feel good

by feeling good he means really, really good. he wants every time to be the best

during your first time, you have to guide him through some things. he's a little embarrassed of his inexperience, but you tell him it's okay

it was even fun explaining some... stuff

groans "fuck" in low voice in your ear

his accent is thick

his hair is messy as shuck

making love with him is very emotional

he's top most of the time, but once you asked to be the top, both of you liked the new experience much

can't stand it when you're teasing. he's squirming under your touch and is quite audible all of a sudden

he sometimes loses his mind and might go a little to rough, but you like it. he never causes you any pain

when he does, though, he's panicking as if the griever ran into your room. he stops immediately when he hears your voice in pain and asks if you're okay

apologizes hundreds of times after that, sealing every "sorry" with a kiss

is super. shuking. shy. when you want to give him head and tries to talk you out of it. one time when he's to caught up in pleasure, you start licking his dick, this time he lets you

thanks you after that with the same ;)

can be either super shy or super bold, which surprises you. both sides are awesome

he thinks good aftercare is a must

cuddles you after that, whether instantly asleep or vice versa, staying awake until you sleep, playing with your fingers

touching you is a gift

Thomas

is a lost puppy at first

catches up quickly, turning up much more experienced than you both thought

he is really loud, so you're used to covering his mouth with a hand

takes it slow, memorising the curves of your body and nourishing every precious moment

makes sure to say how much he loves you, how beautiful you are

he's huge

shower sex

loves trying new positions

but never does anything without your permission

sometimes is overly careful, because he doesn't want to hurt you

when you tell him that, he rails you like never before

you have trouble walking the next day, but you reassure him it's worth it

wearing his t shirts after

having sex in bed, then going to shower, and ending up shucking there once again

fall asleep with his head on your shoulder, him caressing your arm gently and mumbling words of love to each other

Minho

has been waiting forever to make out with you

is eager, but attentive. makes sure both of you get as much pleasure as possible, but never crosses the line

praise sex when you confide in him about your insecurities

"you don't see how beautiful you are"

you have to ask him manymanymany times to be the bottom at least for once

he loved it more than you did

asks you to do it more often

teasing each other is always an option

both of you being really quiet not to wake anyone up

getting surprised when one time he lets out a loud moan. he's kinda embarrassed about, so he makes you moan, too

imagine getting out of shower naked and slowly making your way to where he sits on the bed

he's mesmerized

once you told him to stop because it became kind of painful. he stopped immediately, kissed away you're tears and apologized a lot. you talked a lot after it, then you decided you both had to finish. he trusted your word to tell him if it's too much, and so, really, really carefully you made out until you came simultaneously

there was another time when you hurt him. you digged your nails in his back right where he got a deep scratch from his run. as an apology, you gave him a massage afterwards, avoiding red scratches. you were really embarrassed, but he told you it was all right

Gally

being rough most of the time

making you moan his name. loud

but you don't want others to hear you, so usually it's in the deadheads or somewhere private, when out of the maze

him whispering dirty things in your ear

him whispering cute things in your ear

him always on top

quickies is not something you enjoy, but sometimes you need sex but have no time, so it works

is firmly against anything that might be uncomfortable or painful for you

he only does something if you insist and prove that everything will be okay

hickeys, but not somewhere people will see

respects you more than anyone

doesn't like heads. nope

him being so quiet you sometimes have to ask if he's finished

if he didn't, you'll help him with your hand

he enjoys these moments sometimes even more than the sex itself

hugging you tight afterwards

"love you, lady"

Brenda

adorable

she isn't ashamed of nothing, that makes you feel more free in your actions

her giving you head is so professional you wonder if she graduated a sex school with excellence

she probably has

but your sex is never dirty. you make love, not just fuck each other

she loves you so much and makes sure you're okay with every move she does

it makes you feel so appreciated you always show her how much you love her back

anything to do with pain is a huge no-no for you two

jorge caring for you as much as brenda. he's happy for you two

giving each other tons of compliments, especially about being as hot as the Scorch itself

honestly i believe this is one of the healthiest relationships in the whole franchise

Harriet

wild. both of you

hair pulling

a little too rough sometimes. she might make you cry

you take revenge by teasing her so much it hurts

none of you mad because of anything

one day you just looked at each other, silently walked into her hut and just immediately started the thing

being open about it with everyone

calming her down when she has a huge breakdown, resulting in another make out session

wearing each others clothes after

walking naked around each other

her being the bottom is just adorable

whimpering underneath you

sweet words once you're finished laying down

aris teasing you

you teasing aris

threesome with sonya. she was suspicious about the idea, but it turned out as amazing one

Sonya

likes to keep the atmosphere light and jokes around sometimes

you giggling us the most amazing sound, in her opinion

flipping each other over many times and unexpected

soft moans escaping her thin lips

her silent screaming during orgasms

brushing your cheek

compliments

teasing under the table

her wearing fancy underwear to impress you

you being shy when she touches your core the first time

she's more dirty than she seems

much, much more

it takes time for you to get used to it

though she doesn't expect you to take the next step and start fingering her

sex after huge fights

talking dirty jokes all day long until the evening: both of you wet and desperate

one time is never enough for you

cleaning each other up afterwards is so cute and makes both of you feel cared for and loved and is so important

choking

hickeys

spanking lightly as a joke

Aris

you didn't expect anything from aris but shyness

he knew what to do, but was so uncertain about it you actually had to ask if he really wanted you

turned out he was simply freaking out

you had to guide his movements sometimes to show that he could go on

in awe of the beauty of your body

is ticklish

whimpers under every touch of yours

is really loving and caring the whole time

always slow. but it gives you more time to love each other

has this devilish look sometimes, and always catches you by surprise when rails you as hard as never before

but not too hard

and it only happens after a while, when you both got used to nakedness and intimacy

[taeminsung]

♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── home to you..

pairing || seungmin x reader

summary || late night spend with you is home.

genre/s || fluff. comfort.

prompt || ahh Seungmin is so underrated. soft sleepy cuddles with him late at night 😭😭😭 he has my whole heart

mina’s notes || literally SAME babes, cute puppy has stolen my heart. please enjoy ♡ 

The thought of the day ending caused a small smile to tug at Seungmin’s lips, because that meant two things. First, not having to interact with anyone for several hours on end. Second the comfort of his baggiest sweatshirt and the softness of his blankets. Time felt like it was ticking by so slowly since the announcement of them getting to leave. He knew better than to get excited about it because of this cursed result, but your name popped up on his screen letting him know you finished with your friends earlier than you thought, so you wanted to know if you could spend the night at his place. He would happily trade out the first reason for going home if it meant spending time with you. Usually, he was happiest sitting in silence with you by his side, pulling his attention every once in a while to show him something on your phone, or read a cute passage in the book you were currently obsessed with. Personally, some of his favorite moments are watching you while you’re in your own little world near him.

Giddiness filled his chest before he walked through the front door of the dorm, tailing the other members. Only once he crossed the threshold did the bone deep tiredness hit, making the calling of his bed sound more alluring. It called out his name almost louder than the soft knocks that echoed through the dorm signaling that you had arrived. Seungmin watched as Minho turned back for the door, letting you slip in with a hushed greeting as you changed into the slippers Seungmin had gifted you after the first time you came over.

The adorable memory of you half stomping around in his slippers entered his mind, chuckling at how you pouted for the night after you tripped over your own feet when getting more snacks for everyone. It was endearing to watch the way his brothers teased you for it as you simply tried to disappear behind in or under the blanket. Getting dragged back to the present by the soft sound of your giggle, a blush crept up his neck with the teasing look both you and his hyung were wearing.

Grabbing your wrist, he quickly pulled you down the hall, murmur how he was too tired to deal with whatever either of you had said or were plotting. Seungmin could deal with it in the morning when he didn’t feel like he would fall over at any given moment. Right now, all he wanted was to exist in his bed with you by his side. Gently he pushed you into his room before rushing to wash up. It didn’t take long before he returned to his room noting the way you were perched on the chair engrossed in your phone. Stealing a quick glance, he watched you scroll through the photos he assumed were taking while you were busy all day. Without saying anything, he began digging through his sweatshirts looking for one, only the sound of your slippers against his floor snagging his attention and eyes landing on you wearing exactly what he was looking for. Well so much for wanting that on, he whispered before turning to look for another one.

His eye lids started to weigh heavy as he slowly climbed into bed, burying himself in the warmth of the plush blankets. It felt like sleep would consume him at any moment. However, he continued to fight letting his eyes close because he knew he shouldn’t fall asleep without you back in his room. Truth was that he didn’t want fall sleep if the last thing he saw wasn’t you. He scoffed a little knowing that he would never admit that to anyone, not even you. Not because he didn’t want you to know but because he knew that when you got in one of your teasing moments, it would slip out to the members, and he would have to deal with them too. When you finally slipped back into the room, he watched you with hooded eyes as you drifted around his room, doing this and that, before decisively joining him in bed. A lazy hum escaped his lips while you adjust, once, twice, thrice. After the third time he stopped counting but something bothered him as he pulled you against his chest, trapping you in his arms. Stay still, his voice barely heard but eyes still watched you.

The sudden silence that filled the room allowed his eyes to drift shut even though you wiggled around in his arms for a few moments, stilling with your head resting on his chest. He felt like he could fall sleep immediately having you curled up next to him. Only when your quiet voice drifted to his ears did he desire to stay up longer. Do you ever wonder what Chan would do if I just took you on a weekend trip, you asked as your fingers danced across the expanse of his chest, settling for playing with the strings of his hood. Seungmin’s eyes stayed closed as he thought about what his leader would do. Would he be upset? Would be approve of it? Would he warn him against it before of the possibility of exposing this?

Chan probably would approve it if you snuck the rest of them with us, he replied, adjusting how he was laying from his back to his side so he could tuck you in even closer to him. What Seungmin thought was going to be a whole conversation seemed to have ended just as hastily as it was brought up. Quiet engulfed the two of you, Softly, he tucked your head into his chest, burying his nose in your hair. It was these hushed instances where he really appreciated you. It didn’t matter that sleep weighted heavy in his bones because with you lying next to him, he felt so alive. He felt the fire in his veins as he heart continued to beat slightly faster than it usually did. Carefully, he smoothed your hair as your arm wrapped around his waist.

Was it always going to be like this? This sense of security and belonging?

Part of him really hoped so because this was everything he had been hoping for in this life. Finding someone who just existed with him, didn’t expect more than he could give sometimes. Someone who loved him for him. Burying his nose into your hair, he smelled the still lingering scent of your shampoo, a scent that sometimes found its way into a few of his things. It was intoxicating really. He made him wonder if you moved in with him, would all his things start to smell the way yours did? Not once did he want these types of nights to end. How was your day? His voice barely getting out. Intently he listened to you explain what you did, sleepily burying your head even further into his chest as you recalled several things that made you think of him. It made him fall further in love with you. Slowly he felt the pull of sleep drag him little by little to the place where he could continue to imagine a built world of your future together. Pressing a long kiss into your hair, he couldn’t help the smile that forced the kiss short as you stopped talking to nozzle into his chest.

As his breaths started to even out and he drifted off, he felt the love that swelled in his chest and you stroked his back, the telltale sign that you wanted him to fall asleep peacefully.

from mina with love ♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡

[linomilkers]

part 2 of the Minho/Felix/Reader threesome! Let me know if you want more!!

part 1

[warnings: oral (male receiving), kissing, use of the nickname 'Puppy', Felix and Reader being whores (endearing)]

ii.

Y/N and Felix are both filthy.

Minho had always known they were to some extent, from late night conversations and a few too many glasses of wine. It was one thing to hear about their perverted thoughts and lewd desires, and it was another thing to witness it -- to be apart of it. All it took was him agreeing for them to jump into it; there was no slow build up. The last few months with them had been the slow build up, when Minho thinks about it, every flirty comment and caress and short skirt or low riding sweatpants leading to this moment.

They both keep kissing him like they'll wither away if they don't; like the inside of his mouth has something to keep them alive. It's messy and wet, Y/N sucks on his tongue while Felix kisses down his throat, and Minho's cock throbs in his pants almost painfully. Their hands are everywhere on him, and they feel so similar to each other that he has trouble telling who is where. The only thing that even kind of helps him differentiate who is who was that Y/N dances with more feather light touches, skimming along spots that tickle while Felix was more firm, going for his nipples, the space above his waistband.

When Y/N needs a break to breathe, Felix replaces her, their tongues pressing together for a moment when they switch spots (Minho sees it, he has to close his eyes immediately after so he doesn't cum). She kisses Minho's cheeks, down the opposite side of his neck Felix was preoccupied with. In between sponging her lips to his throat, she murmured, "We wanna taste you," her hands pushed the hem of his shirt further up his chest, revealing his torso -- normally Minho is hesitant about letting others see his bare stomach and chest but he couldn't even focus enough to worry about it, "Can we? Wanna feel you in my mouth."

Felix parts so Minho could answer. He's blinking fast, like he's trying to make sure the image of them won't blur and fade away into the afterthought of an immaculate daydream. He nods and Y/N smiles wide, like he just told her he had a gift for her, and she wastes no time peppering kisses down his chest. Felix titters, low and warm, his voice sounds so much deeper like this, "Thank god," he drags his fingers through Minho's hair, threading through the strands, "If you'd denied her this, she probably would have cried."

"Shut up," she grumbled, her lips moving against his skin, "You want to just as bad." There's no heat behind their banter -- it's playful and practiced in a way that tells Minho they've done this before and it makes something burn in his chest. He'd never claimed not to be a jealous person, and the fact that someone else. . .potentially multiple people. . .have gotten to experience this in the way he is. . . .he has no right to be jealous but he is.

He definitely felt something for them, he could admit as much. What that something is he doesn't know, and he's never cared to explore it, but what he does know is that he feels comfortable with them. More comfortable than he's felt with many people, and he's let them in on aspects of his life that even his closest friends aren't privy to. One day he should probably dive into it, figure himself out.

One day, but not today. Today, he's going to enjoy this for all it's worth.

Y/N undoes his belt with deft fingers and wiggles the jeans down as Felix slips down to the space beside her -- he presses Minho's legs open further to accommodate the both of them more readily. The sight of them both between his thighs is enough to make his cock twitch again, throbbing hard in his briefs. They see it; Y/N coos excitedly, smiling wide when she leans in and noses at the bulge, "So cute," she murmured, while Felix drags his top row of teeth along Minho's thigh. Her tongue lulls from her mouth, the broad of it strokes along the fabric stretched over his erection and Minho gasps "Ahh, I wanna make you cum so badly."

Felix giggles, warm and low, and the hand he isn't using to grip Minho's calf reaches up to pet at Y/N's head, "She's kind of messy, Hyung," he warned blithely, "Acts like an overexcited puppy. If she's being too much you can scold her like one too, she likes that."

She whines but doesn't deny it, fingers snaking in the waistband of his underwear and pulling it down. Minho's cock rises, unrestricted by the fabric and she waits all of three seconds before opening her mouth wide and taking the tip between her lips. With a gasp, Minho's hips twitch, shoving him a little further inside and Y/N accepts it graciously, even when he gives a breathless sorry for the sudden movement. "You don't have to apologize," Felix supplies, slotting his fingers into her hair and gripping at the root, "She likes when you're a little mean. A disgusting little puppy, isn't she?"

Minho is gathering that Y/N likes the humiliation of it, or at least he hopes so, because Felix is hitting kind of hard with it. She doesn't confirm or deny whether she's into it or not because she's slurping and sucking him down like she was made for it. Felix combs his fingers through Minho's hair, brushing it back from his face -- he'd let it grow longer than he usually would. That may or may not be because when he said he was going to get it cut they both pouted at him and begged him not to, and he's nothing if not a sucker for a pretty face pleading with him.

"Lix," Y/N whines from between his thighs, her mouth just barely ghosting over the tip and when Felix hums in response, she huffs through her nose, "Come help me, he's too big to handle all by myself."

She's playing it up, sure -- Minho isn't small, but he isn't so huge that she couldn't handle him alone. Still, the words make his cock throb hard because he's only a man and the thought of someone thinking he was too big for anything sent him in a tizzy. Precum oozes from the tip, and Y/N licks it away just as fast.

Felix, chuckling, lowered from his spot half way on top of Minho and halfway on the couch. He slips down to the floor and squeezes beside Y/N in between Minho's legs. Minho has to close his eyes tight, his head tilting back as he took a slow, shaky breath, "Heyyyy," Y/N dug her nails into his thigh, "Watch us."

"I can't," he swallowed thickly, "I'll fucking cum immediately if I do."

"But --"

"Be nice Y/N," Minho can feel Felix's breath wash over his cock, and he twitches hard because of it, "Hm? Don't you want to be nice to our Minnie?"

It's so interesting, Minho thinks, how vastly their dynamic changes when this is the context. Y/N is normally the one guiding Felix but he does so with such efficiency right now, you would think it was like this all of the time. She listens to him too, easily, shown in the way that she stops whining and instead traces her tongue over the spot on his thigh where he knew her nails had left little claw marks. Like an unspoken apology, and Minho reaches out blindly, finding her head and stroking her hair, his silent, It's okay.

At first he isn't sure who licks him first, their tongue soft and flat, confidently sliding from the base to the tip. Then Y/N outs that it was Felix, a soft murmur of, "Is it good?"

"Mm," he feels a hand around the base, small, gentle, tilting it toward her, "Why don't you see for yourself?"

Y/N isn't hesitant, pulling the head of his cock between her lips with zero preamble and both she and Minho moan in tandem. She doesn't pull away, instead her tongue lulls around the tip like she's trying desperately to taste all of him. Minho does finally peek his eye open, because he has to -- when she's making noises like the one's she's making, he needs to see what she's doing, and god, it's filthy.

She's got just the head tucked into her mouth but she's not hovered over his lap in a way that obscure his view. No, Minho can see quite clearly how her lips encase just the tip, and how her eyes flutter closed when she experimentally suckles, drawing more precum into her velvety mouth. Her face is soft, her features scream nothing but content.

Felix still sits beside her, his gaze fond, his hand -- the one not on Minho's hip, is petting idly at the back of her head, down toward her nape, "You're being greedy, pup," he chided, "You want it all to yourself, hm? Want his cum to fill your filthy mouth?" She nodded, whining a pitiful sound, "And what about me?"

As if he'd just reminded her, her eyes flutter open and she opens her mouth, pulling away from Minho's cock. Spit and his juices cling to her lips, thin, web-like trails that bow and snap between them and her fucked out gaze lands on Minho for a moment before she pouted and looked at the brunette beside her, "Sorry Lix," she murmured, then opens her mouth obediently, despite Felix having said nothing.

Turned out he didn't have to, because apparently this is just a thing they did. Felix leans in and licks into her mouth, like he's tasting Minho off of her tongue. He sucks on it and her bottom lip, the hand on her nape firm, his fingers curled into her hair but Minho thinks that he probably wouldn't need to keep her still, she would have stayed put all by herself.

His cock twitches at the sight before him, another pearl beads up at the tip and trickles down the head like a tear, sad at being forgotten. Of course he doesn't have to worry about that with the two sluttiest (he says it endearingly) people he's ever met sat between his legs. Felix guides her over toward Minho, their lips still attached, and they stay attached, even when he's in between.

The head of his dick is between their lips as they kiss, and he throbs so violently he thinks it was probably felt through the whole block like a shift in the ground. They're soft, and filthy, and it's so wet as they pass him back and forth, slurping him up, then licking over each other's tongues, and someone's hands slide down to play with his balls, that are slick now, from all the spit dripping down his shaft. Minho is surprised by how long he'd lasted up to that point, but all it takes is for both of them to moan softly, like this alone was all they needed to get off, before he's cumming.

It was intense -- probably the most intense orgasm he thinks he's ever had in his life. His toes curl and his back arches and the first ribbon spurts from the tip between, high into the air. Y/N makes a sad noise, the same sound she makes if she drops part of her snack on the ground, and fixes her lips around him to catch the subsequent shots. But it seems like Felix had taught her a lesson in sharing because she doesn't keep it to herself, she opens her mouth and lets him lick it out of her, and jesus christ his cock doesn't show any signs of flagging. Not after he's finished cumming, the last bits of it drooling over the tip while they swallow and turn their attention back to him.

Both of their lips are swollen and red as they kiss up his torso, carefully avoiding is sensitive, still twitching erection. Y/N's fingers curl up in the fabric at the front of his shirt, and Felix sinks his hand into Minho's hair now, guiding him into a kiss. This time, Y/N patiently waits for her turn instead of whining -- she sponges kisses on his neck, against his drumming pulse, then up his jaw, and peckish, more tender kisses against his reddened ear and his cheeks.

Minho is overwhelmed in the best of ways, with Felix's tongue in his mouth and Y/N's lips all over him. Their hands smooth all over his chest, thumbing over his nipples, dragging their nails carefully over his hips, his stomach. They're delicate and soft and gentle. He moans -- he's usually not that vocal, but it's hard to keep himself quiet with how good this feels.

Whenever Felix parts from him, Minho gets one second to suck in a breath before Y/N's mouth replaces his. Y/N is more urgent now, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, "Be careful with him," Felix murmured tenderly, and Y/N listens, her movements a little softer. Minho shivers when she parts her lips for him, lets him slip his tongue inside and lick the taste of himself.

When she finally backs away, Minho is sucking in lungfuls of breath, trembling. Felix coaxes Y/N over to his side of the sofa, and she carefully crawls over Minho's lap to get to him. She leans back against him, her back pressed to his torso, but she's sunk a little lower so her head is resting against his shoulder. Felix rolls the hem of her dress up over her hips, takes her thighs in both of his hands and pulls them both up, spreading her out and slipping them between the pits of her knees, "Look how messy her pussy is for you, Hyung," he murmured, and Minho really didn't need the direction, because he was already staring. The fabric was cotton and soaked through, he could see the outline of her puffy pussy right through it. His mouth watered and he blinked rapidly, biting on his bottom lip so hard he's surprised he doesn't chew right through it.

"Does your pussy always get this wet?" Minho inquired, but before Y/N could answer, Felix answers for her.

"Only when I bring you up," he pressed his cheek to the top of her head, smiling, "She thinks you're dreamy, don't you Puppy?"

"Mhm," Y/N agreed, "Will you -- will you fuck me please Min? I promise I feel good, Lixie always says I do."

Minho thinks, maybe he should play into it. He's usually much better equipped with a sharp, filthy tongue when it comes to sex but they had thrown him so completely off guard he'd lost his usual bluster and finesse. But he clicks his tongue, places his hands just below Felix's and lets his nails dig into the flesh of her thighs, "Is that right?"

"Yes, Hyung," his cheek is still pressed against her head, and the both of them are looking at him with such fuck me eyes that Minho could explode, "A warm, tight, wet hug -- she squirts too."

He trembled, scooting closer.

"I guess I'll have to feel for myself then."

[horanghaeluvsinniehae]

SKZ!BFF DRUNKLY CONFESSING PT.2 pt.1

||BANG CHAN||LEE MINHO||SEO CHANGBIN||HWANG HYUNJIN||HAN JISUNG||LEE FELIX||KIM SEUNGMIN||YANG JEONGIN||

Disclaimer: the end is a bit bad im sorry

Hyunjin said he’d come over in half an hour, so you started to mentally prepare yourself for what’s about to come.

You really liked him and have for a while now. When he texted you last night you were shocked, you never expected him to like you - if he actually does…- and to confess through a drunk text. Maybe it was a dare that’s why he was very apologetic now, maybe he wanted to text it to someone else. You sighed and started to make your apartment look presentable, trying to make these thoughts go away.

Soon there was a knock on your door. Your heart jumped out of your ribs at the sound and went to the door to let Hyunjin in.

You opened the door and there he was…holding your favourite chocolate in his hand like it was a precious treasure.

“I bought it for you because I know when you’re stressed you like to eat this…” he stated and held it up for you to take it.

Your heart was melting at his gesture. How can someone be this sweet?

“Thank you Hyune, you're so nice!” You looked at him and smiled. “Come in please!” You told him and walked inside with him.

While he took off his shoes while you went to fetch him some water. But before you could reach for a glass, someone spun you around and hugged you tightly. You instantly melted into his arms before you could process what was happening. He held you close to his chest and bowed his head so it was sitting between your shoulder and neck.

“Y/nah…I’m doing it like this so I won't chicken out” he mumbled into your skin and held you close. “I really really like you and I honestly meant what I said yesterday…even if I was drunk I spoke the truth. I hope you can forgive me for my actions and it won’t ruin our friendship. Don’t want to lose you…” his voice faded away. You could hear every emotion in his voice.

You lifted his head up so you could look at him and he can see that you’re serious too. “Hyune, I like you so much I can't even explain!! When you texted me last night I thought it was a mistake or a dare but I'm very happy that you meant what you said and I feel the same way!” You smiled at him and caressed his cheek softly.

At that moment you wished you could take a photo because the way his whole face lit up was just so beautiful and cute.

Suddenly he picked you up and spun you around while happily cheering. You shrieked but soon he put you down then shyly gave a quick kiss on your forehead.

“Sooo y/nah would you be mine?” He asked and gave you the biggest puppy eyes he could make. “Of course Hyune!! I’d love to be!!” You chuckled.

He gave you a big big smile again and hugged you tightly. He then picked you up and brought you to the couch and put you down.

“Now we’re gonna cuddle and watch something!” He said cheekily.

This man means so much to you and you still can’t comprehend that you’re dating.You happily cuddled into his side and just listened to him while smiling.

A/N: hi guys! I hope you liked it! I think this one came out so soft and i really like it but tell me your opinions!! Also do you want me to make a taglist or it’s not necessary? If you want to be on it either comment or text me in the request! Have a great day, be safe and take care of yourself please!!❤️‍🩹

[hyuny-bunny]

cybersex | camgirl! x skz

chapter I • chapter III

MDNI (18+): this series will depict sex work and acts of sex. content warnings will include the following for this chapter: mention of masturbation, oral (m rec), alcohol, p in v (no condom / reader on birth control), cum, creampie/breeding, use of pet names (good boy/puppy), threesome, afab reader

genre: skz x camgirl!reader, use of she/her/hers

wc: 3.5K

Chapter 2

You had stopped by to see Sana at the restaurant tonight while she was having her break. Since you didn’t have an official breakroom, most of the staff would sit in the storage room. You had come in from the alley through the exit and sat chatting away in the storage room. It was far from ideal but the room was quite big, there were tucked away corners stacked with crates no one used that doubled as your chairs. As you caught Sana up on all the moving festivities and the cute downstairs neighbor who always seemed to be heading out as you were coming in, someone walked into the room. You both fell quiet hearing two familiar voices.

“Do you really think it’s her?”

“All the dots connect back to her. Look, she’s been moving into that place all week and it just so conveniently happens to be that KitsuneKitty has been on a break?” You clocked in on Jeongin’s voice, Sana is about to speak but you’re quick to cover her mouth.

“Dude-”

“Hear me out, who else would Sana bring on to her stream? We know what her girlfriend looks like from the other streams. It’d only make sense considering that Sana and Y/N were living up until this last week. Then, after she came on the first stream, she filmed from the same room, two more times after that stream, before doing it in another spot. Besides, do you really think she makes enough here? To live in that apartment all alone?”

“You’re kinda creeping me out with how closely you pay attention to detail.” You hear Seungmin say as they shuffle around in their spot. They were talking about you not even realizing you were there listening to everything. 

“And you should pay attention more. Then, just the other day, I saw a box in the lobby on my way out addressed to her,” Jeongin is abruptly cut off by Seungmin.

“Please tell me you didn’t open her package.”

“OF COURSE NOT… I looked up the return address and it was to a sex store online.” You kick a bag of flour in the corner on accident. They stop talking for a moment trying to see if anyone else is in the storage room. Sana is frozen as a statue, she doesn't dare to take a breath. 

“Look, I’m not saying it isnt her… but what does it good does it do us to know if it is her? What’re you gonna say? ‘Hey, I wank it to you almost every night, big fan of your work’? You can’t even look her in the eye as it is, could you look her in the eyes if she knew how much you-” It was Seungmins turn to be cut off

“Oh don’t act like you’re above it! Your walls are a lot thinner than you think. I don’t know what I’d do though… Probably beg her to use me for her own pleasure.” The conversation comes to an abrupt stop when you hear the storage room door swing open. This time it’s  Minho’s voice that booms in. 

“I have plates getting cold, can you two stop fucking around and run them?” 

“Sorry, Jeongin wanted to discuss his revelations about your little minx. He’s getting too antsy for that surprise stream.” Seungmin slaps the back of Jeongins shirt as he pushes him out of the storage room. The room is silent once more with only the faint sound of Minho talking.

You turn to Sana to find that her eyes have gone as wide as yours. Your head is whirling with thoughts, all consumed by the reality that they knew. It didn’t scare you though, it only added to your excitement. Oh, tonight’s surprise might’ve been spoiled as you had planned a face reveal but another idea had come to mind. Instead, you toyed with the idea of what Jeongin had said. You pull out your phone to text the two of them.

“What’re you doing? Are you okay? I’m so sorry I should have never told those two idiots about my stream I just didn’t even think they were sober enough to remember let alone watch.” Sana asked worriedly, there’s a fear inside of her bubbling over, that she would be the reason you felt violated.

“This isn’t your fault! I’m fine really, I don’t mind at all. I’m a little surprised I guess but I knew the risk I was taking. Besides, I’m a little surprised that they would even begin to pay that much attention.” You say grabbing Sana by both arms to reassure her that you are more than okay. There was nothing to be upset about truthfully, you were flattered that they watched your streams. “Now, I think I owe my little detectives a surprise for figuring it out.

You: hey! do you two want to come by my place for some drinks tonight? i have a surprise for you both :3

Jeongin: sure! we’re both working rn but i’ll pick something up on the way :) 

Seung: sweeeet, whats the surprise?

You: it’s nothing really but its really something you’ll love!

They took the bait so easily it was almost comical, Sana was leaning over your shoulder watching your texts. 

“Oh you are a little minx, aren’t you? I think Mina and I will have to watch this tonight.”

—

You had set the room up for tonight's show, this room had been your best surprise yet. The windows were covered by white floor-to-ceiling drapes, tied with black ribbon and embroidered with delicate flowers. You had left the hardwood exposed, opting for a white fur throw rug in place moving it in or out of the way depending on the occasion. The bed was centered in the room, it was covered by silk pink sheets, a lacey pink comforter, white throw blankets, and an assortment of pillows in all shapes and sizes. The room was dimly with your led light bulbs, offering a soft pink glow to the room, it seemed like a sweet and coquettish room aside from the bookshelf lined with vibrators, dildos, and other assorted sex toys. 

You had prepped yourself like you normally had for these streams, the makeup was always fairly simple. A smooth base with glowy skin, the perfect shade of blush that made you look flushed, an eye shadow look that held more emphasis on the strategically placed shimmers that captured like diamonds with light reflections, and the mauve shade of lipstain that made your lips look pouty and bitten. You put on a matching black two-piece set under your inconspicuous outfit consisting of a grey sweater and black shorts that were a tighter fit, topped with a pair of black over-the-knee socks. The stream was set to start at 11 pm and your boys had arrived at 10 pm on the dot.

You opened the door with a gleeful smile, welcoming them in. They both wore t-shirts with sweats, and both had a cologne that wafted in the room. While you had never felt any crushing feelings for the two of them, there was no denying how cute they were. They were cute in the way that gets a girl giddy when she sees her waiter is this hot and their sweet mannerisms just added to the effect. You asked them how their day was as you pulled out some snacks for the beer they had brought over. You all sat on the floor surrounding the coffee table, the buzz slowly crept up on you.

“Mm so what was our surprise?” Seungmin asked as he took a sip of his drink. Jeongin had been frequently checking his phone, it was almost time. You had decided that now was as good of a time as any. There was still about 10 minutes from the countdown, that left the perfect amount of time to see if your plan would go as you wanted.

“You sure you want it now? Jeongin seems a little antsy, are you sure you want the surprise right now?” You smile to the both of them letting your eye contact linger on Jeongin a little longer, his lip bitten by his teeth.

‘Oh uh, um, yeah sorry I just was, uh, waiting for something.” He says before locking his phone once more and setting it down on the coffee table. You wink at him before telling them to follow you to the surprise, not missing the way Seungmin cocks a brow in surprise, and Jeongin’s cheeks flush pink. You walk down the hall to the two of them in toe, before you reach the door, you look up to the two of them with a warning. 

“You can refuse your surprise if you want, it’s no fun if you don’t want it got it?” They both shake their heads quickly like puppies before sparing a glance to each other. You open the door instructing them to sit in front of the screen, once the door is closed behind you, there's an internal flip switch for you.

 “I was thinking long and hard about what you said, and really, it warms my heart to know you two watch me to get off.” The tops of their cheeks are burning as they sit cross-legged staring at you sink to your knees, crawling over to them on all fours before stopping between the two of them. 

“And I thought that there was no better to reward you two for being so supportive of me then to return the favor? Hmm? I mean hearing you say you’d let me use Jeongin, got me so wet I had to come straight home and touch myself to the thought.” You notice the strain in their pants is growing, you feel yourself getting hotter when you lean forward resting your hands on the tops of their thighs. 

“You’ll let me use tonight, right, Jeongin? You’ve been such a good boy waiting for my return, you want to make me happy mm?” You say rubbing your hand up his thigh to where you can see the outline of his cock imprinting his sweats, he nods yes and whimpers when you brush your hands just across his boner. “Poor baby, can’t even use your words and I haven’t even started. I need to hear you say yes.”

“Y-yes, p-please.” You pull him into a kiss by his shirt muttering good boy and letting him lean back. You turn to Seungmin, his eyes are blown out staring at the hand resting on his thigh. You pick his chin up to make him look you in the eyes. His big brown puppy eyes stare at you, if it wasn’t for the waiting audience of viewers you would’ve pounced on the two of them already.

“You too puppy? I can’t touch you unless you say you want me to.”

“Yes.” Seungmin says almost above a whisper. You lean forward planting a sweet kiss on his lips as well. 

You swiftly stand up stripping yourself of the shorts and sweater, reaching for your mask before pressing the button to begin the stream. The chat is pouring with comments about where you’ve been, the new set up and most importantly your two guests. You giggle at some of the comments that already begging them to strip.

“You’re all gonna have to be warm and welcoming to my two guests okay? They’ve been some long-time supporters of mine and I have to show my gratitude in so my way right?” You say taking notice of the two boys palming themselves from the monitor. “Can my puppies strip for me?”

Any thoughts the two of them have ever shared are out the window, they both are pulling their shirts off, ridding themselves of all clothes til they're down to their underwear. You instruct them both to stay standing up, you look back at the monitor catching a glimpse of what everyone else was watching. You bite your lip looking at the monitor rubbing their hard on’s over their underwear, while stroking Seungmin, you pull Jeongin in close to you, reaching up to grab the waistband of his underwear with your teeth pulling them down just until hit his knees. His thighs shiver and the feeling of your mouth so close to where he needed it. He kept his arms and hands behind his back unsure of what to do with them, he stepped out of the underwear where you returned to Seungmin to do the same. They’re both much bigger than you expected which only sends a rush of wetness into the spot in your panties that's already soaking through. 

You take Seungmin into your mouth looking up at him, he’s looking down at you with his jaw slack and moans slipping past his lips while you take as much of him into your mouth. You feels so warm and wet around him, he cant help the way his cock twitches when you moan so heavily around his cock. He forces himself to keep his hands at his sides while you work your mouth on him but the idea of taking a fistful of your and rutting himself into your mouth is tantalizing. Jeongin watches in awe looking up at his roommate's fucked expression, he waits like the good boy he is. Your hand still stroking him, his tip angry pink with drops of precum beading at the tip. The movement of your mouth against Seungmin gets sloppier as you leave your spit and saliva covered all over his cock, you feel him getting closer to cumming with the way he twitches in your mouth. You pull off him and he whines out at the loss, his cock twitching while you keep pumping ever so slowly.

“Such good boys aren’t they? Do we think they should cum yet?” You say while moving to Jeongin to bring him into your mouth next, he almost cums when your tongue makes contact. There’s a large donation thats sent to you that reads off a message

$1000 donation from hyjnny “let the one in your mouth fuck you doggy since he’s such a good dog”

You let him out of your mouth with a pop and smile looking back at the camera, thanking the donor. Your legs feel weak at the thought of letting Jeongin take you from behind. You continue to make sloppy wet noises against his cock, taking him as far down your throat before gagging and going back in once more. He watches with eyes wide, it feels like a dream to watch you take him down your throat. He was always shy with his size, too many of his partners complained that it wasn’t pleasurable so the idea of not only being so far down your throat but to fuck you in front of the thousands of people watching wanted to make him cry cumming.

Seungmin is starting to thrust into your hand as most of your focus is on Jeongin fitting in your mouth. He’s erratically fucking into the makeshift hole that is your hand, letting some of his own spit dribble out. You finally pull off Jeongin, and a line spit connecting your mouth to his cock stays between you two. You instruct them to kneel now once more in front of the camera, you align them to face each other with you in between, you lean into kiss Seugmin and place Jeongins hands on your tits. They’re both squishing you between them, Jeongin focused on groping your tits and ridding you of your bra. Seungmin’s hand dives to firmly grip your neck in his hand while Jeongin humps you over your underwear from behind. The room fills with the sound of wet kisses and breathy moans. You pull Seunmin off your mouth and pull your panties off to leave you in nothing but your socks. Another donation pings,

$500 donation from 97ddynahc “suck the brunette off while the other fucks you from behind, let them both breed your holes” 

Your pussy dripped with the need for the two of them, to take them both at the same time was going to take a lot to not orgasm at the first movement. You let Jeongin guide your hips in place, his tip swiping at your entrance and nudging your clit sending a chill through you and a gasp. 

“Let me know if it’s too much okay? I know I’m on the bigger side and its uncomfortable for some people,” Jeongin says in small voice, hes terrified of hurting.”

“I promise, puppy.” Every time you called them ‘good boy’ or ‘puppy’ it only made Jeongin want to fuck the sweetness out of you until you could only beg. He slides in letting you adjust to him before moving. He fills you up, you feel every inch and ridge inside of you as he rocks his hips back in forth. You thighs shake wanting to just squirt all over his cock in that moment.

“Jeongin, ah, please.. Go harder please,” Your whimpers sound like music to them, it doesn’t take long for him to pick up the pace, slamming his hips down into you while Seungmin grabs your face to do the same. Seungmin takes hold of your head, creating a makeshift ponytail as he begins fucking your mouth, he’s big. He hits the back of your throat with every thrust, the motion of the two of you only forces you to take Seungmin even further down your throat.

Jeongin can't help himself, he’s so entrapped with the way your ass moves with every slam of his hips. He adjusts your hips to pick up more speed and hits that spongey spot inside you, the new angle causes you to moan vibrating against Seungmins cock. It felt so dirty to be used the way you were at this very moment but it only made you clench around Jeongins cock. They both are panting and grunting with every thrust, skin slapping against skin. You feel your orgasm approaching quickly and hard. The build-up in your stomach has you clenching harder than before causing Jeongin to thrust deeper, he slows down and grips your hips fully pulling you into him. Burying his cock deep in your pussy he lets go of everything, he whines loudly and shakily, and you wonder if the neighbors can hear him. He doesn't stop thrusting knowing you're close. Seungmin pulls off you and starts stroking himself to allow himself to cum on your face and chest. Your mouth hangs open while he shoots his warm white cum all over your face and chest letting whatever you catch in your mouth, swallow back. Jeongin continues thrusting grabbing your arms to hold them behind and Seungmin reaches under you to circle your clit as you cry out, squirting all over the two of them. You both stay still, trying to catch your breathe. You look up at the monitor, your mask sloppily misaligned and the other two boys are about to pass out. You wave goodbye and say your thank yous turning the stream off. 

You crawl over to the bed reaching for your robe, trying to grip the bed to stand up but your legs give out. Jeongin stands up somewhat stable, lifting you up into his arms with is arms wrapped around your waist.

“ I have water in the shower for us, theres some.. water bottles in there.” You say tired as Jeongin sits you on the love seat in the corner. Seungmin is grabbing a towel from the dresser to layover the mess covering the floors.

Jeongin remerges with water in hand. Your throat is sore but you feel like your on cloud 9. No one says a word while you drink the water down.

“So uh… How was it?” You ask to break the silence.

“Better then I ever could have dreamed of. Would you… want to maybe do it again?” Seungmin is the first to speak, you feel yourself blushing. It felt so silly to blush after you just let them cum in/on you.

“ Oh uh.. Definetely… I don’t know about a threesome again. That was a lot of cardio for me” You giggle at the last part. Jeongin laughs, it was one he does when he was a little shy about compliments.

“Sorry for cumming in you, I wasn’t sure if i should but can I get you a Plan B or um,” Jeongin asks but you shake your head laughing.

“No worries here, I’m on the pill. Do you guys mind keeping this between us? I just wouldn’t want anyone at work to know if that’s okay?” You ask.

“Worried about Minho? Don’t worry he’s hopelessly in love with you but this stays between us… and maybe everyone who watched but who cares about those one’s.” Seungmin says reassuring you. 

You walk the two of them to the door and say your goodnights, you settle away in bed after a nice long bath, trying to relax any possibility of sore muscles. You’re drifting to sleep when you get a message.

hyjnny: hey babe, loved your live tonight. If you ever want to collaborate sometime let me know, think we might be pretty close. Check my page out, i think you’ll like what you see. Here’s my number if you want to meet up sometime xxx-xxx-xxxx

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a/n: feeling a little rusty but i hope you all love this chapter, look forward the next one ;)

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skz habits that shine through when they get comfy with you

⚘ genre. fluff

⚘ members. ot8

⚘ hi I didn’t proofread this at all so I apologize in advance

chan always saves you a seat, and I mean always

“Oh, they decided to come with today?” Hyunjin wondered aloud as he saw Chan reserve a seat on the couch for you specifically. Everyone else found their own spots around the empty space, all knowing him too well

“Not positive but they said they’d stop by,” Chan shot the members a small smile, pleased with how everyone accommodated quickly, whether it meant them lying on the floor or sat on top of each other

You were more than surprised to enter the apartment a half hour late to the movie only to see that Channie had, yet again, managed to keep a spot reserved all for you

It tugged at your heartstrings. You were sure that he’d do this for anyone else he cared for, but that just meant that you were one of those people to him. Skipping over to your seat, you threw yourself onto the couch with a dopey smile, “you really made Seungmin sit on the floor for me?”

“He’d do it just to do it,” you heard Seungmin grumble from underneath you, shaking your head and clinging to Chan in an instant

lee know sits on the bathroom floor and talks about anything and everything with you while you shower

You weren’t sure when this routine started, but it was almost mandatory for Minho to seat himself on the tiled floors beside the shower after you’d get in

He claimed it was boredom, he didn’t feel like lying on the couch and waiting on you. “What if I drop some ice cubes in there?” He laughed more to himself than to you, enjoying the reaction it got out of you from behind the curtain

“I’ll start locking the door when I come in here,” you tested him, a smile planted on your face as you heard a dramatic sigh in defeat. “Tread carefully.”

You couldn’t see it, but you knew that he had his eyes rolled to the back of his head in annoyance, the shadow of his figure visible through the shower curtain. The two of you stayed like that until you were finished, as soon as he heard the water stop, he excused himself

It was always amusing to picture him waiting right outside of the door like a puppy, tail wagging and patiently waiting for you so that he could join you in whatever activity you planned next

changbin allows himself to be himself in your presence

Not only is Changbin a hard worker with a lot of responsibility, he also has personal schedules to keep up with and oftentimes, it’s hard to be around other people while watching your every move and making sure to not come across a wrong way

Of course, he can count on the rest of the kids to help him feel comfortable and he doesn’t have to put up a front when with them but that’s about it. With everyone else, he always had to filter himself, always had to be 100% present which was genuinely tiring

But with you? Someone new, someone who he was still taking time to learn and explore? He could allow himself to zone out completely. He could do his own thing when you were around without worrying about being interrupted

“Bin,” you called his name several times from the kitchen, wondering what he had been up to and what he wanted to get for dinner. However, when you found him sat down and working on some work on his laptop, you knew it was best to let him go

He acknowledged this too, the way you accepted the fact that he needed time alone to do something that he was really invested in. Changbin was full of so much love for you in that moment

hyunjin puts his freezing hands all over you when he’s cold

Although this happens almost every day, you still can’t hide a shriek every single time Hwang Hyunjin strikes. This man seems to be coldblooded or something because he is always seemingly freezing to the touch, even holding his hand out of nowhere can be a jumpscare

“Hyune!” You resist the urge to instinctively kick out as he runs a cold hand underneath the hole of your pants and up your leg, chasing the warmth of your body heat. His head is thrown back as he laughs, entire body shaking as if your suffering was the funniest thing in the world. “Give me warnings!”

You’ve come to notice that he doesn’t do this much with anyone else, though. Not even the guys he’s been with 24/7 for several years. “How come it’s only me?” You ask when he does it again on a following day, to which he just shrugs

“Why would I want their warmth?” His voice is laced with fake disgust but his words were genuine, he’d rather be freezing than have to warm up with the help of someone that isn’t you, as corny as it may sound

Ever since his explanation, you suppress your complaints, understand that this is a very unique but fond form of affection from your boyfriend. It’s annoying and you’ll never get used to his feet being pressed up against your back at random moments but you wouldn’t want to tolerate it for anyone else

han kisses. that’s it.

You’ve seen it, he’s a huge kisser whether it be a shoulder kiss or a head kiss and that doesn’t stop when it comes to you. If anything, it’s intensified because you’re just so endearing to him

“Hannie,” you can’t hide the pouty tone when you lift your finger up to his face, a very visible paper cut presented to him. He nearly flies out of his seat, quick to place the most gentle kiss

“That was fucking disgusting,” you hear one of the other residents of the dorm comment from afar, biting back your giggle as Han stands proudly to defend himself

It was evident to everyone that he has become a totally different person for you, he was already a big ball of love but it just seemed that he couldn’t keep his hands or his lips off of you. He was such a sap now that he had someone that he craved affection from so strongly

You loved it, undeniably. Loved the stupid random kisses placed on your arm or your shoulder whenever you were trying to get something done. Loved the pecks behind your ear even when they tickled. Loved the smooches all over your face when you had just finished crying

felix takes all of your Instagram pictures for you

He’s a natural at taking pictures, he loves taking them and especially so if they are of you. It’s a give and take in your relationship, being each others personal photographers wherever you go

Lix describes it as documenting all of your fondest memories together and you couldn’t agree more, you must always take a picture when out no matter how extravagant the date was. Let it be a small picnic or a big trip, every day you spend together is precious to him

“Flash a smile,” Felix orders and you obey, giving him the biggest smile he’s seen all day, loving the way he gets giddy behind the phone. “So pretty!”

Absolutely has worked out all of the perfect angles, majority of your best pictures of yourself were taken by the one and only. One thing about him is that he will never disappoint

The type to deadass get on the ground just to get the perfect shot, he does not care how extra it may seem. You are a work of art and you deserve to be treated and admired as such,at least that’s how he sees it

seungmin makes sure to order food for the both of you whenever you feel too nervous to do it yourself

He could already tell by the way that your lip was caught between your teeth, you weren’t feeling too excited to order your ice cream. The both of you stood in line, a few people ahead of you, your eyes anxiously darting across the board and trying to quickly come up with your order

“What’re you thinking of getting?” Seungmin swings your arm back and forth with your interlocked hands, grounding you and bringing you back to Earth. “Tell me and I’ll take care of it.”

Your legs felt like jelly, you were sure that the lopsided smile you sent back at him looked silly but you were smitten. There was no denying the comfort that he brought you so easily. After telling him your order, you snuggled into his arm a little deeper, maybe as a way of thanking him

As long as he could see the way your eyes sparkled when you got your treat, it didn’t matter what he needed to do. Anything was worth it to him. It amazed you how he could read you so easily

“Is it good?” He wiped the corner of your mouth with a napkin, massaging the back of your neck gently as you gave him a rather aggressive nod

jeongin takes a shit load of selfies whenever you leave your phone lying around

You could be gone for 30 seconds or an hour, as long as Jeongin could get his hands on the camera button on your phone, you’d have at least 20 new photos in your gallery

This time around, he was pleased to find a folder filled with all of the selfies he’s taken on your phone throughout the years. It made his heart a little warm to see that you hadn’t seemed to delete any of them and it also made him wonder if he should even keep the tradition going

“I saw that you’ve kept all of my pictures,” he smiled up at you from his spot on your lap, ignoring the dialogue of the movie you were watching together. “All of them? You haven’t deleted a single one? I think I should stop and spare your storage.”

It was hilarious, your reaction came a lot faster than he expected. You denied him instantly, shaking your head and grabbing at his hands, you would’ve gotten on your knees and begged if he weren’t laying on you. “I’ll buy as much storage as I need, please don’t stop.”

It was cheesy. Yeah, it was super cheesy, but god, it made him feel so warm. So good, so fuzzy, you made him feel so many things that he hasn’t felt before and he loved it. He loved knowing that you adored him

[shu-porang-porang]

Home at last

Pure fluff, coz my boy's so fluffy! (plus, I needed to wash away my previous fic!! 🥵)

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / reader (gender not specified)

Theme: fluff, a little angst if you squint

Warnings: not proofread

Word count: 0.8 k

It’s just another one of those days, when the world seems to crumble down around you and your tongue feels too heavy you don’t wanna speak a word. As much as you need to hear his voice, you don’t wanna trouble him with your blues, he’s busy enough as is, why bother him with your mood swings? You’re watching a random episode of your comfort sitcom to try and distract yourself when his name appears on your phone screen, as if he sensed you need him.

“Hey gorgeous! How are you?” his sweet voice brings a smile to your lips.

“Hi, I’m good, thanks.”

“..hmm… are you sure? That’s not how your voice sounds like.”

“Yea… I’m fine.”

“I’m coming over.”

“No, you don’t need to, I know you had a busy day.”

“Nonsense. I’ll be there soon.”

He hangs up so you don’t get a chance to argue. Despite having been dating for only a few months, he knows you like the back of his hand. He knows you tend to keep everything to yourself, so if he doesn’t try to help, you’d never reach out.

Finally, he’s here, with bags of takeouts in his hands. As soon as you see his warm smile and glittering eyes, your heart skips a beat. He puts the bags down and opens his arms to you. You hug him impossibly tight, pressing your cheek to his chest.

“Thanks for coming.” You mumble to his chest.

“Anything for you, babe.”

He breaks the hug and cups your cheeks in his hands.

“I really missed you.” he says while leaning in to capture your lips. A few gentle kisses later and you already feel much better.

He points to the bags “shall we eat?”.

“I’m not really hungry…”

“Were you gonna skip dinner again?”

You don’t answer, just stare at the floor.

“Come on, let’s eat together.”

You follow him like a puppy. He sets the table and feeds you. No one ever treated you like this before, no one ever cared if you ate well or got enough rest. No one ever asked if you needed to talk. No one was ever there for you. Sure, you had friends and a seemingly loving family, but whenever you weren’t feeling well, they just kept away and let you be until you came around again on your own.

After dinner, you cuddle up in front of the TV, your back resting on his chest, his arms around your waist, a fluffy blanket covering you both.

“Are you comfortable jagya?”

You nod, looking up at him, he kisses your forehead. You turn your head back towards the TV and he rests his cheek on top of your head.

“You know you can talk to me, right?”

“There’s really nothing to say… you’re here and I feel much better.” you bring his hand up to your lips and kiss along a vein. He tightens his grip around you. The warmth radiating from his body melts your heart. You sink deeper in his embrace.

He kisses your temple. “Whenever you need me, I’ll be here, all you gotta do is say the word.” He whispers in your ear. You smile and nod at him. Oh you got words you wanna tell him so bad, but you’re afraid it’s too soon and would scare him off. You rest your head back on the juncture of his shoulder and neck. His cologne on his pulse point mixed with his scent engulf your senses. You can’t help but give a lingering peck to his neck. He nuzzles his cheek against your hair in response.  

You feel like your heart is so full it could burst. How he turned your whole mood around. Right here, in his arms, it’s where you belong. You think no matter how shitty life gets, if you have him by your side, nothing can bother you or make you wanna give up. With him in your life, you could live forever or die happily any moment. You hate to admit a boy has such an impact on you, but he’s no ordinary boy, you’ve never come across someone like him, or maybe you think this way because… you’re in love.

You make up your mind, if it’s gonna scare him off, it better happen sooner than later, before the possible damage gets irreparable.

“Min?” you call out.

“Yes babe?”

“I think… I think I’m in love with you…”

“Well, that works out perfectly! Coz I’m in love with you too.” He says with a big bright smile on his face. Then he leans in to seal his words. He removes an arm from around your waist to cup your cheek. His lips move gently on yours, each kiss drenched in love, telling you things words never could. He feels like home, like the soothing breeze of a spring night, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms. A single tear rolls down your cheek and he catches it with his thumb.

He breaks the kiss: “Are you alright love?”

“I am, I really am, haven’t been this well for a long time.”

He keeps caressing your cheek as he adoringly gazes into your eyes, melting you into a puddle.

“My sweet sweet baby.” he says as he takes you back into his arms.