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Durian

Chapter 2: A New Story

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: There's sexual content in this one and mentions of breaking up

On a beautiful sunny day you walk into SkyShelf, a book store and library owned and run by one of your best friends. "Hey Seungmin." You greet him as you walk in the door, watching him bump his head on a shelf in surprise. You chuckle and shake your head as he quickly composes himself, brushing his hair down with his hands then awkwardly sticking them in his pockets just to remove them immediately after.

"Hey pretty," his smile as he looks at you is full of pure joy and excitement. He quickly walks towards you. "The book's all edited and ready for publishing, we're releasing it tomorrow." He announces, as if your accomplishment is his own. His pride in you shines so harshly it's almost blinding.

It all started years prior, in a world where everything was just a little different. You sat on a soft blanket in the middle of a park beside your lifelong best friend Jeongin, your typical spot. Jeongin had already prepared everything for your arrival, your picnics together were the highlight of his week. Yours as well.

In the middle of your chatting and throwing food at each other like kids, your boyfriend slowly walked up from behind. "Hey baby, sorry I'm late." He kissed you softly on the cheek and sat down beside you. He had been invited, of course. The three of you had been the perfect triangle of friendship since two years prior when Seungmin had mustered the courage to ask you out. A confession of blooming love with a simple but beautiful bouquet at the end of class. Pretty much ever since he always came to your picnics, he'd never missed one.

Jeongin had groaned and rolled his eyes upon seeing him, but you knew he actually liked having him around. It was all an act really. "Where's my 'sorry'? You do know I am the one who plans this right? All y/n does is sit there, eat the food I bring, and look pretty."

You chuckled at his teasing. Seungmin on the other hand had smirked and stuck his tongue out at him, moving your legs to lay across his lap. He got the reaction he'd wanted immediately, Jeongin fake gagged and started shoving food in his own mouth angrily. "Annoying." He huffed, shaking his head. "Anyway I've been meaning to ask, what are you guys going to do now that school's over?"

You pondered the question a moment, letting Seungmin feed you the cute mini cakes Jeongin had brought. "Now that school's over..?"

"I've decided I want to be a teacher." Jeongin stated, letting you in on his new plans. The same plans that had likely inspired the question.

"Suits you." Seungmin commented, handing you a bottle of water and dabbing your face with a napkin. It made Jeongin roll his eyes again. "I am not super sure what I wanna do..." Your boyfriend had glanced at you a moment before continuing. "I love reading and book stuff though. So maybe something with that." As soon as he finished speaking his hand squeezed your thigh, "What about you babe?"

Your hand naturally went atop his, and with the other you fed him a carrot. His smile when you did was always so beautiful, no matter what it was you fed him. He loved your attention. "I have no idea." You sighed, genuinely at a loss.

"Well, what do you like?" Jeongin asked, kicking Seungmin's feet and starting a foot war between the two of them.

You find yourself laughing at their antics, recording a video of it with your phone. "I like writing I guess..."

Even amongst his foot war Seungmin's attention stayed locked on you, "There are a lot of jobs that involve writing."

"Hm... I guess you're right. I'll look into it." The rest of the picnic was filled with loving moments between you and Seungmin and Jeongin being an annoyed third wheel.

He had been all too happy to finally release the two of you when it came time. "God please just go make out somewhere else, I can't take it anymore." He scoffed as he waved the two of you off, leaving you both laughing as you walked to Seungmin's car.

He was being dramatic, the two of you hadn't even kissed beyond that first cheek peck. Nor were either of you the type to start eating-face with an audience. The two of you were really only even affectionate when alone or with Jeongin, since you had both been comfortable with him. Either way, you had appreciated that Jeongin not driving you back meant you got to ride with Seungmin.

Seungmin drove you home in peaceful quiet. He drove with one hand on the wheel and one on your thigh, where he loved to put it. And much to his surprise when you arrived you invited him inside. He'd never been in your room before that, you always went to his. It was thrilling and his heart was hammering as he walked up the stairs behind you.

Even after entering the room he just stared at you, curling his hands into his sweats. He wouldn't make the first move, he never wanted to scare you.

You pulled him gently by the hand and kissed him softly, your other hand landing on his chest. Your touch was pain and misery in the most delicious way, he'd have drowned in you forever if it were up to him. But instead he settled for grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a deeper kiss.

There was just something about you that made Seungmin crazy. Something inside himself that burned and ached for you at every moment. That same something that could never quite have enough. Always wanting, always craving, never satisfied.

He wasn't one to take, he never pushed with you. He always kept a safe distance, respecting you at every moment. He had never even gone any further than kissing you till that night. That night your own fire had seemed to fuel his as you both sought each other over and over.

Lips meeting between gasping breaths as his hands gripped your waist, there was nothing in the world he could have wanted more than you. Every breath of air you took felt like one you'd stolen from him, he was suffocating, drowning in you. Yet he still wanted more.

He pulled you even closer, squishing your body flush with his with a subtle buck of his hips, tongue teasing your lips open. You lost your balance a little at the change, a muffled moan breaking through your kiss as his hips met yours. He pulled away to inhale sharply then lifted you up and carried you to your bed. He laid you carefully down and climbed on top of you, urgent and feverish like an animal after its prey as he recaptured your lips.

His hands latched to your body like his only purpose was to learn every curve and indent. Like it would be his only chance. You moaned sweetly and bucked your hips up at him, and he gasped, gently biting your lip in response.

Your body, your voice, your every movement, every moan. It was like poison to him. Flowing into his veins, making him dizzy and desperate. He should've stopped, every moment was agony. Blinding and burning, searing the memory like a brand on his heart he would never escape from. But he was already addicted. There was no going back, nothing mattered but the fact that he had you in his arms and your face was a perfect picture of pleasure. Pleasure he was giving you.

The hand in his shirt squeezed the fabric, the other sliding to pull his hair. He felt the world swirl around him, a moan falling out of his lips at the feeling. His hands got more adventurous, feeling your breasts. Your moans grew whinier immediately and he smiled as he slipped his tongue in your mouth.

Seconds later and your clenched fist in his shirt released and began smacking his chest to get him to pull back for air. He pulled away with a groan, whining himself when he saw the saliva stringing the two of you together. He moved positions then, moving down to hover above your collar as his hands slid under your shirt to feel your skin.

Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed a book open on your desk, inhaled sharply to try and clear his fogged mind. It didn't really work but he managed to ask you the question he'd been wondering anyway. "Is that for your writing?" He panted even as he said it, eyes already drifting back to you and locking in on your neck.

You looked to where he'd been looking, though turning your neck only granted him full access to your skin. His kisses upon it made it hard to speak, "Oh, yes.. Mm! Seungmin.... I-I was too embarrassed to say it-" Gasp. "E-Earlier, but I'm actually drafting a short story." He bit your neck and you yelped. "Ha.. It's.. It's almost done."

He hummed against your neck, grinding his hips against you and listening as your breath turned gasping and so very sweet. He wished he could hear your sounds forever. He ventured up to your ear lobe and nipped you there, listening as you moaned at both the friction of him against you and the sting in such a sensitive area. "Should have told me." He whispered in your ear, loving the way you shivered beneath him. "You're everything to me. I love you, you don't ever need to be embarrassed about anything."

Your laugh was airy and choked up as he tugged off your shirt to reveal you to himself. He sighed in pleasure at the sight of you and began grinding himself against you a little harder. "Would you let me read it baby?"

You moaned desperately, all riled up by his actions. Then pulled him in for another kiss as you nodded, feeling him smile gleefully against your lips.

And read it he did, the very next day in fact. After some loving after care he'd spent the night. The following morning after you got ready for the day he took you back to his place so he could do the same.

Jeongin had walked out of the bathroom with his shirt off, immediately reprimanding Seungmin for likely at least the tenth time to warn a guy before bringing his childhood friend over so she can not see him full nipples out. Seungmin just covered your eyes and sighed before flipping him off. After the two boys were ready you all sat on the couch together, your legs over both of theirs as you laid half on top of them.

"It's amazing baby." He leaned down to place a kiss to your lips. "You should be a writer."

"Stop kissing my friend on my couch, you roach." Jeongin jabbed his hand in Seungmin's side and he smacked him in retaliation.

"It's not a good money making job though..." You watched the two bicker a moment before raising your leg to kick them both. "Quit fighting."

Seungmin rubs your thigh with his hand, "Sorry. You should do it anyway though. I can support us, it's fine. I want to keep reading your stories and I want you to keep being able to write them. Share them with people."

Jeongin silently thought it over a moment before hesitantly murmuring, "You sure that's a good idea?"

You already knew what he was referring to without needing to ask. "I hadn't even thought of that..." It was a sad whisper and Seungmin brushed your hair back soothingly.

"If you're gonna do it you need to use an alias." Jeongin pointed out, ever the man of genius ideas. "Then no one can find you."

His idea had been comforting, it was the final step that urged you in the direction of pursuing writing.

Over the next several years much changed. In ways that none of you had really expected. Both in ways that were happily welcomed and ways that were very much not.

In the first two years Seungmin worked several miserable dead end jobs, often at the same time, so that you could work towards your goal. He never once complained in the full length of time, even despite being exhausted and having to also edit and proofread your works.

He loved you so much he was willing to do anything for you, yet those same efforts caused him to have very little time for you. You hated it. You just wanted him home. Many times you had even contemplated forfeiting the idea all together, but you just couldn't disregard his efforts like that. Seungmin had wanted you to be a writer, so you would be.

As hard as not seeing him had been on you, it had been twice as hard on him. It was easy to see no matter how hard he tried to hide it that he wasn't handling it well. He looked half the man he once was.

His efforts did eventually pay off, two years later he had enough through saving to publish your book and open a book store like he'd wanted to. The first place your book ever sold was at that very bookstore.

With him opening the store and your book finally being published he no longer needed to work all the time. The two of you finally had the time together you'd wanted back so badly. Yet for some reason, it just wasn't ever the same as it was before. And while that didn't seem to bother him, it bothered you. A lot.

You tried to ignore the feeling for another year or so before you ultimately told Seungmin you thought it would be best if you were just friends and business partners. He was completely blindsided by your breakup. He had thought the two of you were happy. He had agreed anyway, not wanting to force you to stay with him. It was the first and only time you've ever seen him cry.

The breakup had pained you both. Despite it being your own decision it hadn't been an easy one. Seungmin was your first love, and really no matter what happened that would never change. The both of you had thought it only obvious that one day you'd get married, maybe even start a family. Everything was easy with Seungmin. His place in your heart would remain special and sacred forever, just not in a way that was enough to keep you together. It had to be done.

You knew very well it wasn't really what he wanted, that he was acting more okay with it than he was for your sake. Seungmin had never wanted to break up at all, but even so you just couldn't keep it going any longer. You had gotten far too comfortable, had taken him for granted far too many times. You had already taken too much from him, the only solution you saw was to create a distance. One that might encourage him to live more for himself, do things for his own benefit rather than yours.

Had it worked? Well, no. Not like you'd thought it would anyway. Even to this day Seungmin is at your beck and call and nothing you say or do really stops it. You've tried, really you have. But the second you need someone to listen he's your ear, a shoulder to cry on he's your surface, a place to escape he's your paradise. The only solution to completely solve the issue would be to cut him out of your life entirely, which you just can't seem to do. Though, you won't go back to him either.

It hadn't been better immediately after the breakup either. It took weeks for Seungmin to recover from it enough to even look at you. Took weeks for you to not feel guilt eating you alive every time you saw his face, tired and unfocused. Took weeks for Jeongin to stop walking on egg shells around the both of you. Yet, eventually you'd managed to move past it. The three of you were back to being the best of friends, just without you and Seungmin being a couple.

You and Jeongin even began helping him at the book store not long after. Jeongin works occasional shifts when he's not busy teaching. Primarily in cleaning, since Seungmin doesn't trust his clumsy friend much with managing the books. You only work there at night when the store isn't open stocking shelves and preparing things for the next day, as per Jeongin's suggestion for your own safety.

Seungmin even became your official editor and publisher, under a company he created called SkyPrint. Not long after founding the company he began to get requests from other authors to have their works published. Though, he always refuses. Every time you ask why he dodges the question or gives some half backed excuse you don't really understand.

At the news that the book is ready to be published you all but jump into his arms in excitement, squealing in delight.

It hasn't been too long since your last release but each one builds anticipation up till that gratifying moment of publishing.

Seungmin feels a stir in his chest that is both euphoric and agonizing as your body presses against his own, his heart pounding loudly as your giddy laughter fills his ears. It's both foreign and all too familiar at once, confusing him. He grimaces for only a moment before breaking into a smile, ignoring the feeling in favor of wrapping you up in his arms and kissing the top of your head.

"Your hard work will pay off, your books are always exciting and unique. I know I loved every moment of reading it." He whispers to you, leaning back to look at your face.

You beam up at him, "You always say that!" It's true too, he is always your biggest hype man.

"Mm, cause it's true." He sighs, a heavy one. You quirk a brow but try not to pry too much. Some things just aren't your business anymore.

Even so, you still ask the minimum. "Tired?" It's casual, friendly, yet targeted.

Seungmin jerks a little in surprise, he pauses before answering vaguely, knowing you won't catch his meaning. "Yeah. Some days are just a lot harder than others." He looks at you for a moment before his cheeks flush a little and he looks away, pulling away from you all together to begin rummaging around.

He picks up a stack of books off the counter only to walk to the other side of it and set them back down. He doesn't look up again as he continues, tweaking the positions of things on the surface of the counter seemingly at random. "That and it's been a bit busy around here I guess. I have a lot of book returns to enter and put away." He gestures to a large mound of books on a table behind him.

You tap your foot on the ground and then lean on the counter with a sigh of your own. "You should consider hiring some more help. With me only being here at nights and Jeongin only helping out with cleaning when he has time you end up dealing with so much on your own. Not to mention editing and publishing on top of it." You push yourself off the counter and walk up to him, he stares at the floor and taps his fingers on the countertop. "You'll wear yourself out."

He shakes his head. "I'm fine. I mean... I'll think about it but I really only have that left and I can head home." He finally looks up at you. "Do you need a ride back? I know you walked here but it's getting dark."

"No, I want to walk. It'll help with the nerves I have for this release. Don't worry, I've still got the pepper spray you bought me." You say cheerfully, lifting it from within your bag.

He smiles, sweet with the subtlest glaze of loneliness. "Okay, good. I won't keep you then. Hurry on home and get some sleep."

You smile back at him and squeeze his arm in goodbye before walking off and out the door. He watches you leave with a blank, composed expression then deflates the moment you're gone. Slumping over the counter with a loud groan that echoes throughout the empty shop almost as though to mock him.

"'Somedays are a lot harder than others'..? More like every moment..." His hand grips at his chest and he takes only a moment to breathe before he's rushing to take care of the returns.

Distractions. Distractions. Distractions.

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thegreenlynx · 3 days ago

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bsf!skz reacting to you asking if they’re DTF

pairings: skz x reader (fake texts, smau)

tw: nsfw content! sexting, general freak behavior

bang chan;

minho;

changbin;

hyunjin;

jisung;

felix;

seungmin;

jeongin;

a/n;

hiii i hope this was good!! this is my first smau and i had a lot of fun with it :3

requests are open!! just click the button in my bio <3

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thegreenlynx · 3 days ago

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confession time!

pairing: friend!skz x chronic pain!gn! reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

ss: 12

cw: MDNI, sex jokes, implied sex, swearing, spoonie activities idk

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a/n: yes I did crochet that dress for my puppym

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kim seungmin ♡

yang jeongin ♡

taglist: open

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thegreenlynx · 5 days ago

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Rose Plot Poll

Distant but Fragile ___ x Odd Ball Fem Reader

They're both loners but in different ways.

He's the type to have his defenses up, he's cold, he pushes people away, and he hurts those closest to him but he's actually quite fragile underneath it all and he breaks super easy. He wants people to like him, craves companionship, but avoids people anyway. He cares about everyone, to the point it hurts him, but he doesn't express it.

She's tough and indifferent. People think she's weird because she is. She likes weird things and weird people. Though she is a loner, it's not because she's afraid to be hurt but because she likes the solitude, loves the silence. She does not long for companionship and she couldn't care less about other people. She doesn't mind expressing that disinterest either.

He takes everything seriously, is very structured, and wants everything to go a certain way.

She takes nothing seriously, is very relaxed, and flows through life like a leaf in the wind.

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thegreenlynx · 5 days ago

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I Bite, Pretty Boy

Chapter 6: Vampiric Duties

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Mostly just fluff and Minho vs the wound (and low-key Jisung).

When you return home the night of the run in with the gun you are more than exhausted. You walk in the door to be met with the delicious smell of the food you asked for, it relaxes you immediately and you slump against the wall with a sigh.

From down the hall you hear Minho humming which comes to a halt when he hears you, "Baby's home..." He mumbles joyously, apparently forgetting for likely the thousandth time that you being a vampire means you can totally hear him.

It causes you to laugh a bit as you wait patiently against the wall for him to come get you, as he always will.

When he finally does his eyes widen in shock at your appearance, immediately racing to you and pulling you into his arms. "You said you were both fine. Y/n this is not fucking fine!" The reaction is exactly what you'd expected, refreshing really.

"It's just a gunshot wound Min, I'm a vampire. It'll heal. It just hurts I'm not dying." You aim to reassure him but he just rolls his eyes and lifts you off the floor like you weigh nothing. More vampire perks.

"Vampire or not your carelessness is going to actually kill me." He lays you in his bed, not yours for whatever reason, you don't ask. "You are not leaving this bed until you are better, no more missions. Nothing. You stay here." He insists, eyes stern as he pulls off your top and begins treating your wound like you expected he would. "...You should have told me.." He whispers sadly when the wound is finally wrapped. He gently caresses your hip beneath it in what you think is an attempt to comfort you but seems to comfort him more.

You brush his hair back with one hand and then boop his nose. "Why? So you would immediately come carry me home? Then that poor cute college student would've been left all cold in the street and I wouldn't have got my food that's still sitting in the kitchen."

"Right, food." He remembers aloud, glancing down at your stomach with his face and body still in your personal space. "The heats off and it's got a lid on it, it's fine. And I really could have dealt with all of that."

You widen your eyes a little and raise a brow before laughing and smacking his shoulder. "You gonna carry us both? Race all the way across town and back, one body per arm, and still make me dinner?"

He smiles and looks at you with a devotion only someone truly out of their mind could have. "I'd have done it for you." You can tell he means it too, but you just shake your head with a sigh.

"You're ridiculous. Let's eat? I want my food and I don't want the guys to steal it."

"I'll bite them if they try." He states playfully, pulling a blanket to cover you and winking as he stands and moves quick and graceful as a cat to the kitchen to fetch you what you asked for.

Minho makes a point of feeding you himself, only allowing himself to eat once you are completely finished. It's around then that the other guys arrive, a loud mess in the corridor. Minho is very quick in setting down his bowl and grabbing a shirt from his closet that he then pulls over you. You nod a silent thanks and snuggle into it, exhausted from the events of the day.

As soon as you close your eyes, a knock sounds at the door and Minho groans. "What?" He asks, annoyed.

"We're supposed to do our reports.." It's Felix talking but he can hear Jeongin breathe beside him.

"Right.. Reports.." He nods to himself in realization, standing to get the door. He's been a bit absent minded lately, rather odd for him. He has found himself fretting over you more and more, getting lost in you when you're around and forgetting there is a world around the two of you. That other people exist, that he has responsibilities for those very people.

He lets the two in and walks back to his bed to sit beside you. "What's y/n doing in here?" Jeongin asks, flopping onto the bed beside you, earning a glare from Minho.

"She got shot, apparently jumped in front of some funky college kid."

"Shot? Is she going to be alright?" Jeongin asks worriedly, lifting himself up to peer into your face, to which you blow into his and he snickers and hugs you from behind. "Brat. I was worried."

"I know, don't be. It's just my side and it'll heal quick. Mostly just tired, and Min's being paranoid enough for all four of you." You murmur sleepily, rubbing your eyes and wrapping one arm around Jeongin's.

"...funky?" Felix asks, picking out a gyoza from Minho's bowl and eating it before carefully moving to lay his head on your thighs. "Can I lay here?" He asks you softly before turning back to Minho when you nod.

"I looked into him to find his address. He's a weirdo." Minho shakes his head, remembering all he found on him. The weird fantasy filled social media cites, the smut vampire books he'd reviewed that Minho had wished to unsee. Exactly the kind of human the coven does not need to get involved with. Curious ones who venture into areas they should really leave alone. Ones that fantasize about things that could very well get them killed.

A complete fool, in Minho's eyes.

"Yeah, he was weird. Real cute for a human though." You smile half asleep, remembering his funny facial expression upon seeing you. The wide, glimmering eyes that had so recently held fear shifting immediately to overwhelming amazement.

Minho on the other hand, has to rub his temple in response to the headache he feels coming on at the trouble you are no doubt soon to cause him. "Alright little miss chaos, that's enough out of you. Time for bed." He states as he stands, speeds to put his dish in the kitchen before returning.

Upon re-entering the room Felix looks up at him with pleading eyes. "Can we sleep together tonight?" It causes Minho to sigh but he doesn't refuse.

The bed is plenty large enough, so he nods but gestures for them to move off the bed. "Go get ready then come back."

He gets himself ready as well and you watch him, only looking away as he slips off his drawers to change them. Only a few seconds later and you feel the bed dip in front of you. You look at him just as he reaches under your shirt, your breath catches for a moment and he chuckles a little as he unclasps your bra and removes it from under your shirt. He never touches your chest, fingers only grazing your shoulders arms and back as he moves the straps. "There, that should be more comfortable." He tosses your bra into the back of his closet in hopes the others won't see it and pulls you to lay on his bare chest, careful of your wound.

Admittedly it is, not having wires stab you in the ribs is refreshing. You smile in gratitude as you nuzzle against him. Felix and Jeongin walk in a little after, you are already mostly asleep as Jeongin slips behind you, chest to back, and throws a hand lazily over Minho's waist. Felix worms his way under his arm and between you and Minho's stomach's, not quite separating the two of you but rather being perfectly slotted and squished between the two of your soft abdomens and plush, or in Minho's case thick and meaty, thighs.

Your response is a light hum while Minho groans and fits the hand not around your waist into Felix's hair, Jeongin just laughs and rubs the silver haired man's back a few times before moving his hand over Felix and back onto Minho's waist. It doesn't take long for the comfortable mass of limbs to drift off, and once Chan has finally completed some last minute work he slowly and silently opens Minho's door.

He has heard your entire conversation so he knows the situation. He laughs quietly at how bundled you all are and snaps a polaroid photo he sets on Minho's desk before he walks over to the bed to join you. The only real spot remaining is beside Minho so he lays there and puts his own arm around Felix who lays atop him.

The next morning you feel fine. The wound no longer hurts and you feel ready to take on the world. The only thing that stands in your way is... well, Minho. And quite literally at that, arms crossed as he stands annoyed and rather passive aggressively in the doorway.

"Come on! You are being ridiculous!" You huff, irritated. "I'm not a human, I am a vampire. I heal fast. I'm fine, I can go out now."

He hums at you and kicks himself lazily off the door trim before walking over to you with a glare. "Yeah. Maybe. Unfortunately for you that isn't up to you, now is it?" He tilts your head up to look at him and it makes you glare back at him.

You know why he doesn't want you to go anywhere. That it is only because he can't bear the idea of anything happening to you, that you've probably already scared him half to death. You also know you should just be good and do what he says, even if for nothing other than his peace of mind.

And on any other day you would have. You don't go against Minho, it's just not something you do. The others? Maybe. Him? Never. You may have him wrapped around your finger, he may do anything for you. But that is exactly why you will not go against him, you owe him everything.

So why are you arguing about this? Well it's fairly simple really. You have a very odd tingle in your spine, it's been there since you woke. It's incessant, won't leave you be. It is driving you mad.

At first you'd thought it a symptom of the wound, but you really do feel right as rain otherwise. The nail in the coffin was your mind drifting over to a certain weird human too frequently, images of his terrified face plaguing your vision every moment you close your eyes.

It's annoying, really. Which has tempted you towards the pursuit of your own peace of mind. You want to see him again. You simply need to know. You need to see for yourself that your worries are unfounded.

Minho is admittedly a little more on edge than normal. You suspect it isn't just the wound either, that perhaps he already knows what you want. What you need. You know better than anyone he will be entirely against giving it to you. Normally you'd be fine with that, this time you can't be. You need to convince him.

You look up at him from the bed sadly. "Minho... won't you at least hear me out..?" You sound disappointed and hurt even to yourself. It only reflects a small portion of how you really feel. In truth you don't blame Minho, nor are you angry with him at all. You're a little frustrated, but that's about it.

He deflates in response, lets his knees fall to the ground in front of you as he rests his head on your collar, arms wrapping around your middle. "That's entirely unfair and you know it."

You lean your cheek against the top of his head and sigh. "I know. Please listen anyway."

His hold on you tightens. "You're such a brat. You'll kill me one day, I am starting to think it is my fate to be entirely at your mercy my whole life until one day it kills me."

You pause a moment and rub his back with one hand. "Is that so bad?"

He sighs and leans back on his legs with his hands relaxing and sliding to your thighs as he looks at you once more. "Not at all. This is what I wanted." He's sincere, eyes letting you in on every raging emotion he feels that his words dare not express. "Go on then, I'll listen. But I can't guarantee I'll just give you what you want."

"I have a terrible feeling, since I woke up I cannot ignore. I need to do something about it or I fear what may happen." You rest your hand atop his as he grimaces at you. "I want to watch over the man from yesterday. For my patrols I want to keep an eye on him and make sure he is safe."

He inhales sharply, nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. "Have you...have you fallen for that....that human..?" There's a hurt in his eyes as he looks at you that you haven't quite seen before.

You quickly shake your head. "This isn't a personal thing Min. I don't feel anything for him. I just have a bad feeling there's more to this than meets the eye. It is our duty to protect the humans and I don't want to ignore this feeling I have in case it has merit."

He sighs in slight relief, nods, then furrows his brows. "But I already told you I would deal with the gang."

"That's the thing, I have a feeling there is more to this than just the gang." You express sincerely, his eyes show his shock as he glances away and thinks it over.

"You think other vampires were actually involved?"

You know very well the man you killed was human. You sensed no other supernatural presence that night and there was none at his house either. "In last night? No. But I do think they have something to do with this feeling I have. Maybe I'm deranged but I want to listen to my body."

This causes Minho to laugh, in a way that expresses self mocking rather than joy or humor. "You are far from deranged darling, I am the only one in this room who has earned that title."

You know him too well to try and deny or challenge his words, you instead change the subject back to the matter at hand. "I think, no, I have this feeling, that the man I met last night has something really bad coming for him soon. Something that affects us too. I think avoiding it would be a mistake. Even if it's only me watching him for two weeks, if nothing occurs and this feeling fades I'll drop it, I just need to see."

He sighs for what feels like the millionth time, nods slowly, squeezes his eyes tightly, then releases his grip on your thighs. "You're right. I will let you go, but only if you promise to tell me everything. And the second you are in danger you will let me know so I can come save you."

You smile reassuringly at him, "Always."

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thegreenlynx · 8 days ago

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AI can pry the emdash, the semicolon, and the oxford comma from my cold dead hands

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thegreenlynx · 9 days ago

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The end is literally so cute 😭

Filthy threesome with minsung and fem reader? also I love your work <3

hi anon I don't know what to title this but here you go! I hope it fits your standards 🤍

genre: pure smut MDNI

pairings: minsung x fem reader (poly relationship)

wc: 2.4k

warnings: praise, degration, oral (m and f), mxm action, rimming, double penetration (anal and pussy), unprotected sex, creampie in both holes, THE CUTEST AFTERCARE EVER

my library! (NOT PROOFREAD SORRY FOR MISTAKES)

It started like most nights did—with the three of you collapsed on the couch after dinner, half-watching whatever was playing on the TV while Minho's cat, Soonie, nestled herself on Jisung’s lap. The apartment smelled faintly of takeout and Minho’s cologne, all warm woods and something sharp underneath that always made your stomach twist.

Jisung, ever the clingy one, had his head resting in your lap. His fingers lazily traced along your thighs as he hummed to himself, eyes flickering to the screen and then to you, like he couldn’t decide which he liked looking at more. You toyed with his hair, carding your fingers through the soft brown strands, smiling down at him. He looked so sweet there, so calm and pliable—though you knew better than anyone how fast that could change.

Minho sat at the far end of the couch, one leg slung over the other, the remote resting on his chest. His gaze was distant, but you could feel him watching. Not the TV, not even the cat—but you. And Jisung. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, one hand moving absently to scratch behind Soonie’s ear.

“Comfortable?” he asked, voice like velvet but threaded with something heavier.

Jisung nodded, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers moved to his temples. “Mhm. She’s comfy. I could stay like this forever.”

You didn’t miss the way Minho’s lips twitched into the smallest smirk. “Is that right?”

There was a tension in the room that hadn’t been there ten minutes ago—like someone had lit a slow-burning fuse. You swallowed, your hand stilling in Jisung’s hair. He blinked up at you, sensing the shift.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, soft. Innocent.

You glanced at Minho. He tilted his head, silently inviting you to speak—but of course, you wouldn’t. That wasn’t your role. Not when he got like this.

“I just think,” Minho murmured, standing with that same eerie calm he always wore, “that the two of you have gotten a little too comfortable.”

Jisung blinked up at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You’re spread out on her like a lapdog,” Minho said, walking toward the two of you slowly. “And you,” he nodded at you, “you’re just letting him. Stroking his hair like he’s earned it.”

Jisung sat up, a little flustered now. “I—well, I am good—”

“Are you?” Minho cut in, stepping between your knees. His fingers slid under your chin, lifting your face to meet his. “Because you’ve both been bratting all day.”

Your breath caught.

It wasn’t even a lie.

You had been teasing him earlier—whispering in Jisung’s ear while he made dinner, slipping your hand into the waistband of his sweatpants and then pulling away like nothing happened. Jisung had tugged Minho’s towel off after his shower and bolted, laughing, while you’d pretended not to notice Minho’s glowering stare. All playful. All harmless.

But apparently, he didn’t agree.

“You both want my attention so bad,” Minho muttered, glancing between you and Jisung, who was now sitting upright, tense and wide-eyed. “You act up, and then act surprised when you get put in your place.”

You squirmed slightly, knees pressing together.

Minho noticed.

He leaned closer, lips brushing your ear. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get everything you wanted.”

Then he pulled back and looked at Jisung, voice cool. “Bedroom. Now.”

Jisung stood like he was on autopilot, already flushed, already obedient.

Minho turned to you, eyes dark. “You too.”

The soft click of the door locking behind Minho shifted everything.

The air in the room turned electric—thick with the scent of tension, the rustle of clothing, the rising heat of skin exposed. Minho’s gaze, sharp and commanding, pinned you both in place like a predator cornering its prey. His voice came low and steady, more dangerous in its calmness.

“Clothes off. Now.”

You didn’t need to look at Jisung to know he was trembling—your own hands were already unsteady as you stripped, nerves buzzing beneath your skin. His breath hitched beside you, and when you finally glanced over, his cheeks were flushed a deep pink, lips parted, chest rising fast.

Minho undressed without urgency. Every movement was deliberate—controlled. Dominant. His naked form was already hard, thick, and throbbing with intent, yet he didn’t rush. He simply watched. And you felt that gaze like a touch itself.

“On the bed,” he said. “Kneel. Face me.”

The mattress dipped under your knees, and the tension only sharpened as you and Jisung positioned yourselves side by side. The slightest brush of his thigh against yours grounded you for a fleeting moment—but even that comfort bled away the second Minho stepped forward.

He reached for your chin, tilting your face upward with practiced ease. His thumb brushed your bottom lip—barely a whisper of contact—before he gave a short nod.

“Open.”

You did.

The weight of him on your tongue was instant, hot and full and unforgiving. He slid in with a slow control that made your throat tighten around him, and you could hear his breath deepen above you. He tasted like salt and power, his hand tangling in your hair not to force—but to guide.

“You take me so well,” he murmured, a dark warmth curling through each word.

Beside you, Jisung’s breath caught in his throat. His hand fumbled between his legs, stroking with uneven rhythm, his body twitching at every sound that left Minho’s mouth. The vulnerability in his wide eyes made your chest ache—and your core throb.

Minho pulled away suddenly, letting his cock slide from your lips with a soft, wet sound. He turned to Jisung next, the look in his eyes like velvet over steel.

“Your turn, Sungie.”

Without hesitation, Jisung obeyed. He moved toward you, eyes darting up for the smallest hint of permission before his lips pressed against your inner thigh. The first lick was gentle. Almost shy. But then he buried himself between your legs with growing desperation, the warmth of his mouth parting you as he groaned softly into your heat.

Minho was behind him in an instant.

One of Minho’s hands rested possessively on Jisung’s hip while the other traced a slow, teasing path down his spine. Then—deliberate and unhurried—Minho lowered his mouth, tongue pressing between Jisung’s cheeks to taste him. The reaction was immediate: Jisung let out a muffled gasp against your skin, hips rocking forward involuntarily, lost between the sensations.

Minho’s voice came low and praising.

“Such a good boy... You’re shaking already.”

The moans between your legs grew louder. Sloppier. Jisung’s hands gripped your thighs like he needed to hold on or fall apart, and his tongue became frantic—lapping, circling, pressing into you with more need than technique.

And Minho—God, Minho—kept going. His hands gripped Jisung’s ass to spread him wider, mouth hungry and relentless, every slow flick of his tongue pushing Jisung deeper into you.

“Keep tasting her,” Minho said, his breath hot against Jisung’s skin. “Make her come before I take you apart.”

Your whole body arched in response.

Then Minho stood. His hands ran down Jisung’s sides before steadying at his hips. You watched, breath caught, as he pressed forward, the roll of his hips smooth and precise. Jisung shuddered. But his mouth didn’t falter—if anything, the dual sensations pushed him further into your heat, tongue eager, moaning into you as Minho slowly began to move behind him.

The bed rocked gently beneath you all, the rhythm slow at first—teasing, indulgent. Jisung clung to your thighs like an anchor, each thrust into him pulling a reaction from his lips and transferring that need into every movement of his tongue. You were trembling now, on the edge, every flick of Jisung’s tongue dragging you closer to that desperate high.

Minho’s hands tightened at your hips as he whispered near your ear, “You like this, don’t you? Watching him fall apart while you take everything.”

You couldn’t speak—you could barely breathe.

Minho pulled out, letting Jisung catch his breath for a moment before he dipped again, this time to wrap his mouth around Jisung’s cock. The soft, wet sounds made your toes curl. Jisung groaned, hips stuttering between the warmth of Minho’s mouth and the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.

You shifted forward—shaky but eager—and slowly straddled Jisung, feeling the rigid press of him against your entrance. You sank down with care, body arching as he filled you. He gasped beneath you, hands flying to your hips, unsure if he wanted to pull you closer or steady himself.

Minho’s hands joined his—stronger, grounding. And then you felt the press of his cock again—only this time at your backside. The stretch was slow, achingly gradual, your whole body trembling as he filled you from behind. Every nerve was alight. Every breath a gasp.

“Ride him,” Minho growled against your shoulder, lips brushing your skin. “Let him feel how good you are.”

You moved.

Rhythm building. Jisung’s cock deep inside you, his hips bucking upward in stuttered, breathless thrusts, while Minho’s cock slammed into you from behind—each thrust so deep you saw stars. Your moans bled into sobs of pleasure, and the praise only fueled it.

“Perfect,” Minho groaned. “So full of us. Taking everything.”

Jisung was whimpering now, hands clutching at you like he’d break apart without you there to hold him together. Minho’s voice turned sharp with need.

“Come, baby. Let go.”

And you did. The pleasure surged through you like a wave—raw, blinding. Your body clenched around Jisung as he cried out, your name muffled against your neck as he followed you over the edge. Minho was last—grinding deep, growling your name and Jisung’s in the same breath as he filled you, the heat of it spilling inside.

All three of you collapsed in a tangle of sweat and skin. Quiet panting, soft touches, the scent of sex and satisfaction hanging thick in the air.

No words needed.

Only the weight of their bodies pressed to yours—warm, steady, and full of something you didn’t dare name just yet.

The room was quiet again, the only sound the uneven rhythm of your breathing, tangled with Jisung’s and Minho’s. All three of you were a mess of sweat, cum, and shivering limbs, collapsed together on the bed in a pile of heat and heartbeats. Your cheek rested against Jisung’s chest, his arms loosely draped around your shoulders. Minho, still panting, hovered above for a moment longer, hands stroking gently over your hips and Jisung’s back like he didn’t want to let go.

You barely noticed how you were all still connected—Jisung softening inside your cunt and Minho’s cum warm and thick between your cheeks—until a small shudder ran through Jisung’s body. He let out a weak laugh, eyes fluttering shut, completely spent.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled. “I’m gonna die right here. Don’t even try to move me.”

“You’re not dying,” Minho said, but his voice was tender now, low and fond. He leaned down to press a kiss to the top of Jisung’s head, then another to your temple. “You’re both just fucked out.”

You hummed in agreement, eyes closed. “Feels like melted bones.”

Minho chuckled softly, slipping out of you with care, earning twin whines from you and Jisung. He kissed your lower back gently, whispering, “Sorry, baby,” before he pulled away fully. Then he pressed a kiss between Jisung’s shoulder blades.

You could feel the stickiness, the mess slicking your thighs, and your own cunt still fluttering with the echoes of your orgasm. Your body was tired, raw and full in the best way—but Minho was already slipping off the bed, stretching his back with a groan.

“Stay there,” he said. “Don’t move. I’ll clean you up.”

You opened your mouth to protest—because Minho had just done just as much work as either of you—but he was already padding to the bathroom. You and Jisung blinked at each other sleepily.

Jisung smiled softly. “I love him,” he said dreamily. “And you. But mostly him right now. He’s doing god’s work.”

You laughed, voice hoarse, and laced your fingers with his. “He’s going to scold us both for making a mess.”

“He likes cleaning up his messes.”

Minho returned a minute later with a warm, damp towel in hand and a glass of water tucked in his elbow. He started with you, kneeling beside the bed, and his touch was impossibly gentle. He cleaned between your thighs, wiping away the cum, sweat, and slick with slow, soothing strokes. Every once in a while, he kissed your inner thigh or whispered, “Good girl,” so softly it made you melt all over again.

Once you were clean, he helped shift you slightly so you could rest against the pillows. Then he moved to Jisung, still quiet and careful. Jisung winced when Minho’s towel touched the back of his thighs, overstimulated and twitchy.

“Sorry,” Minho whispered, kissing the small of his back. “Almost done, Sungie.”

“You’re the best,” Jisung mumbled, eyes fluttering shut again.

Minho didn’t respond to that—just finished his slow, delicate cleanup, then helped pull the blanket over the both of you.

He ducked back into the bathroom, rinsed off quickly, and returned wearing one of his oversized tees and boxers. His hair was damp from a splash of water, and he looked a little flushed still, but satisfied. He climbed into bed behind you, pulling both you and Jisung into his arms.

The three of you shifted instinctively—your head tucked beneath Minho’s chin, your back against his chest, and Jisung curled in close to your front, face nuzzled into your neck. Minho’s hand rested on your waist, then reached around to stroke Jisung’s arm, grounding both of you.

“Next time,” Minho murmured after a while, lips brushing your hair, “we go slower. You two almost passed out.”

You giggled softly, too warm and sleepy to respond. Jisung let out a breathy laugh against your collarbone.

“Was worth it.”

“Still. You’re both mine. I gotta take care of you properly.”

“You always do,” you whispered, reaching back to run your fingers along his arm. “Thank you.”

Minho just hummed, the sound vibrating softly in his chest. He leaned over you and kissed Jisung’s cheek, then your forehead, his hand rubbing gentle, lazy circles into your hip.

The warmth, the calm, the sense of being loved settled around you like a second blanket. Jisung let out a long sigh and buried his face in your neck. You felt him smile against your skin. Minho’s thumb stroked along your waist until your breathing slowed.

“Sleep,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”

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thegreenlynx · 9 days ago

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bsf!skz reacting to accidental nudes >.<

pairing: skz x reader

tw: sexual content, sexting, pet names (baby, princess, kitty, puppy), general freak behavior

bang chan;

minho;

changbin;

hyunjin;

jisung;

felix;

seungmin;

jeongin;

a/n;

tysm for being here!!! requests are open :3

i have a few requests in my inbox, i’ll do them tomorrow!! i love bsf skz so bad <33

#stray kids x reader #stray kids fake texts

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thegreenlynx · 9 days ago

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messing up the schedule

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pairing: han jisung x fem reader

word count: 2.3K

contains: +18, porn, praise, degradation, fingering (f masturbation), oral (f receiving), spit kink, grinding, riding, unprotected sex (don't), dom!jisung, dirty talk, han loves talking so fkng much

authors note: english is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake in advance +++ requests are open! :)

summary: It started as classmates. Then you became friends, the kind of friends that did everything together. Except telling the truth about how you really felt about each other. One day, Han saw things on your laptop. Then, everything changed.

!!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!

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You had a schedule to follow. College wasn't easy, but you were lucky to have a partner in studies like Han - intelligent and just as methodic as you. He was the kind of guy that was so smart, he would start looking good. Except that he was, indeed, pretty good looking. Ever since you guys got closer, you felt a big crush for him growing non stop. He was so smart, so charming, and so… hot. God, he was hot.

You're a smart girl too, organized, worried about your studies. But not innocent. Far from that. You had so many thoughts and wants about Han that you started writing it down. Moaning his name while you touch yourself thinking about him. Collecting porn videos that made your imagination feel more real.

You were good at hiding. Actually, sex was one of the only topics you guys still haven't talked about. And you made sure he saw you like that - innocent.

Han was always around, since you did most of college projects together. And today, was just another of many study nights. Until it wasn't anymore.

“No, but seriously, I think we can finish it today.”

“I don't think we can, Han. She sent a thousand files for us to read.”

“You can read a few, I read the rest, and then we share. Boom, we finish. I'll grab your laptop.”

You were used to Han using your things, wandering through your house. So you weren't paying that much attention. You had a bunch of paperwork all over your table that was dragging attention enough. After a while in silence, you realized Han still hasn't returned, so you went to your room – thousand thoughts in your mind about files and papers and everything you had to do.

Han was too quiet, so you approached slowly.

And there he was, in front of your laptop, lips parted, breathing heavily.

“Han? What are you doing? We got a bunch of things to do.”

He looked at you. Then licked his lips. The look in his eyes was different. Not looking at you with those soft big eyes anymore. He was looking like you were meat. And he was hungry.

“Yeah, we got a bunch of things to do, indeed. Don't we?”

He looked back at the screen as you approached him, with your eyes following his. Just to see that he had your locked file wide open, with all those filthy things in it. You froze.

“Oh.” Your heart was beating so fast you bet he could hear it.

“Yeah, oh. How did I not notice you were such a fucking slut? and so fucking into me?”

You swallowed. You heard that right? Han Jisung was calling you a fucking slut? Hell yeah. You weren't even embarrassed that he found your file. It was almost a relief that he finally knew.

“Such a beautiful smart girl, who would guess your head is full of these filthy thoughts. Filthy thoughts about me.”

Suddenly, all the thousand thoughts in your mind were gone. There was only one thing crossing your mind now: Han Jisung.

You got closer. He was sitting on the chair, and there you were, right next to him, thighs touching.

“And? You think I'm fucking sick for thinking those things or something?”

Han was looking into your eyes like he wanted your soul. He lifted his arm and softly touched your back, slowly pressing his fingers against your skin, going down, passing through your lower back, your butt, then resting on the back of your thighs.

“I don't think you're fucking sick. I think you're fucking hot. And I kinda wanna know how far you can go”

He stood up real fast, grabbing your waist. Your skin was burning. He leaned to kiss your neck and you could feel how good he smelled. He pushed you into him and you knew it was on purpose, just so you could feel how hard he was.

Han kissed every single inch of your neck, going up, kissing your chin, so close to your mouth. You leaned to kiss him – then he pulled back, and smiled. A dirty fucking smile.

“Oh, baby. You don't get to have me yet.”

You looked at him, confused, needy.

“Sit.” He said, pointing to the chair.

You obeyed so quickly it was ridiculous. Eyes up on him, more needy than you've ever been in your life. You wouldn't dare to blink.

“Show me. I wanna see you watch your favorite fucking video while you fuck yourself saying my name.”

You knew exactly what to do. Exactly what video to play. When you were sliding your hands into your panties, Han stopped you.

“Not like that, baby. Take your panties off”

So you did. You took it off. Spread your legs, passing your middle finger through all your pussy and lifted it up – just to show him how soaked you were.

“God, you're dripping. All that just for me?”

You nodded with a soft moan slipping out of your mouth. You kept going. Fingering yourself with a porn video in the background – you couldn't possibly pay attention to that, you were concentrating too much in not cumming already. It would be just too stupid.

“Eyes on the screen, baby. Watch the video.”

“Han, I-”

“I said,” Han grabbed your jaw, fingers on your cheeks, facing you to your laptop, forcing you not to move. “watch the video.”

You could feel chills all over your body. You were on the edge already. You were fucking you stupid and Han was looking everything. He was enjoying everything. You loved how he couldn't look away, eyes all on you.

“Tell me how much you want me, baby”

“Han, please. Please, God, I-I need you. I need you to let me have you.”

“Fuck yeah, you look so pretty fucking yourself calling my name. Tell me more”

He was still grabbing your jaw, forcing you to face the screen.

“Please, I -, I need you to fuck the shit out of me. I can't - my fingers aren't enough”

He turned your face so you could look at him, as he laid down slowly.

“Cum for me by yourself like the pretty little fucking slut you are”

You were already trembling. His name on your mouth.

But you needed more. You needed him.

“Holy shit, Han, please”

“What a good girl cumming with my name on her mouth” He said as he took your hand, the one you had your fingers inside you, now dripping with your cum – and licked it. Licked it all. Your skin was burning as you watched him sucking your cum out of your fingers, and you couldn't help but moan.

“So fucking sweet. So fucking good for me.” He laid on his knees.

“Imma taste you properly now.”

You felt like you've been electrocuted.

His tongue was wet, hot and as needy for you as you were for him, although he was soft, calm, and precise. Which was the opposite of his breathing - heavy and fast, that showed how desperate he was to eat you out.

You were dripping, and Han was loving it. He spread your pussy wide open with two fingers, and then started playing with your clit real slow. “Oh, fuck, Sungie.” You couldn't help but moan and instinctively grab his hair.

His hands were everywhere, squeezing your body very tight. He wasn't holding back anymore, he was throbbing all over your pussy, kissing, licking, sucking, so thirsty for your juice like it was water. Han was being really messy. Sloppy noises everywhere. Moaning while eating you out. You saw stars. “Fuck,yes—don’t, don't stop—oh my god, Sungie, I’m—” Your legs started shaking, pressing his head in between your thighs, whining as his tongue was flicking over your clit fast enough to make you forget your name.

He groans at that, drinking up every sound you were making. Licking up every single drop of your orgasm. He grabbed your thighs and licked everything, from the bottom of your pussy to your clit while looking into your eyes. “You taste so fucking good, so fucking sweet cumming in my mouth,” He gives your clit one last suck, that made a loud sloppy noise “wanna know how you taste, baby?”

You nodded.

Han grabbed your head with both hands, touching your lips with his thumbs “tongue out”. You obeyed, looking into his eyes. “You're such a good girl” he said, as he spat on your tongue.

He was going to order you to swallow, but you already did. “More, Sungie” and stuck out your tongue again. You could see in his face how much he loved that.

Han leaned over and licked all your tongue. Then, he finally kissed you.

The kiss was slow, sloppy, almost passionate. Felt so good. Felt so right. You kissed like you both have been wanting this since day one. And maybe you did.

You were so lost in his mouth, you don't even know how you ended up in your bed. Han was sitting at the edge of the bed, and you were still standing up.

His legs were wide open and you were in between them, trying to pull him so you could climb into the bed.

“You're still desperate, baby?”

"Yeah" letting a moan split out.

“Tell me what my pretty little slut wants from me"

You were loving this. You wanted to push him further, wanted him to say all the nasty fucking things about you, wanted him to call you with all filthy names. But for today, you wanted to show him you were a good girl. And you were his. His good girl.

“I need you to fuck me, Sungie, please. I need you”

“What? I didn't hear you properly, baby” He said, teasing you, with a little smirk on his lips.

“I fucking need you to fuck the shit out of me, Han, please, I-”

“What do you want? Say it”

“I fucking need your cock inside me, I need you to fucking fill me up. It's not a want, it's a need. Please, I need”

And Han? Han hold you still. Again, not letting you move. Now with his hands grabbing your hips, hard. “I'm not gonna fuck you today,” He slid his hands to your butt, leaning you forward, pressing you against him. “But I'll let you ride me." He looked you in the eyes, his voice low. He was such a tease – you were losing control, but he wasn't. He was in control. He was controlling you. “Tell me, my sweet baby, will you ride me like a good girl?” “Yeah” you said as you moaned on purpose, just so you could tease him back.

Han stood up, pulled down his sweatpants and leaned back on the bed with his hands behind his back, supporting himself on the bed. “C'mon then. Fucking ride me. Satisfy yourself”. You climbed on top of him, taking yours and his shirt off. Han was standing still, quietly looking at you. God, he was so fucking beautiful. So fucking hot. You slowly ran your hands over his abs “You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to be mine to use” you said as you clamped down hard your hands on his waist, digging your nails in his skin. Han groaned, and you loved that. Before he could react, you pressed yourself against him, gridding your soaked pussy in his thick cock. All you could hear was the loud sloppy sounds you were making.

Han whimpered.

“Why you so quiet now, Sungie?”

He didn't answer. By now, you already knew what he was doing. He was still trying to stay in control. To play cool. But you knew, just by looking at his eyes, that he was loving every second of it. His breathing was heavy. His jaw tensed. You'd love to tease him more. But you couldn't wait any longer. You grabbed his cock and sank into you, slowly. Han reacted clamping you down even harder. You both moaned. Your mouth was near his ear, breathing heavily.

“You hear that? All the sloppy noises my soaked pussy makes just for you? All the moaning I can't hold back?” You said as you were riding him nice and deep, getting faster and faster.

And Han? Well, he was losing his fucking mind. He was grabbing your ass, helping you ride him faster.

“Fuck, baby”

You grabbed his jaw.

“You gonna tell me I'm being a good girl?” You said, looking at him with fire in your eyes.

“Fuck yeah you are. My pretty little slut”

You went feral. Like a mad woman. Like you were starving. You both were trembling, with one of your hands on his hair, other on his shoulders, both digging your nails on his skin. And Han? He was pinning your waist down as if you were going somewhere else.

“You're mine, baby. You're so fucking mine.”

You were dizzy. Seeing stars. Legs shaking.

“So fucking pretty for me cumming on my cock like that." He was breathless, desperate. "Say it, say you're mine”

You were so into it you still kept going – you don't even know how.

“I-I'm all yours, Sungie.” You were still shaking. You had no force anymore. “I'm your pretty little slut. I'll be anything you want me to”

It hit you again. Harder this time. You moaned– open, loud and wild. That did something to him. Han was whimpering, eyes rolling, pressing your skin harder, moaning your name.

You both collapsed.

Han looked into your eyes.

“I'm serious, baby. I'll never let you go now.”

“I know, pretty boy,” It was the first time you called him something other than his name – he gave you a little smirk "and I'll never leave”

As you laid down, breathless, you thought: Fuck… this is going to mess up all my schedule.

+++ authors note: omg this is my first post and I must say HAN JISUNG IS IN FACT MESSING UP WITH MY HEAD WTF. anyway hope you liked it! <3333

#straykids smut #stray kids x reader #han jisung smut #han jisung x reader

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thegreenlynx · 10 days ago

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I Need You(r Help) Masterlist

Description: You are traveling place to place solving people's problems as you have for years, but when eight men reach out to you for help you find yourself yourself having to choose.

Pairing: Struggling Stray Kids x Miracle Worker Fem! Reader

Genre: Mix of Fluff & Slight Angst, Eventual Smut (Ending Exclusive)

Content Warnings: Fem Reader (y/n used), swearing, violence, poverty, proposals, being courted by multiple men at once, does not take place in the modern age (alternative universe), more to be added…

Status: Coming Soon...

A/N: A New story! Not based on a poll. This one isn't poly either, there are moments/chapters with each member and the endgame just isn't disclosed since it's meant to be a surprise of sorts. I will still be updating the rest of my fics I just need variety, I do have a posting schedule now too so that will help. All art by me (I'm no artist and literally started the day before this is posted so be nice plz). Thank you for reading, interactions much appreciated! Updates planned for Wednesdays.

Masterlist

Chapter 1: The Farmer 🔜

Chapter 2: The Aristocrat 🔜

Chapter 3: The Carpenter 🔜

Taglist: @my-neurodivergent-world @possum-playground @m-325

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thegreenlynx · 11 days ago

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Fantasy Kidnapping Plot Poll

Witch ___ x Fairy Princess Reader

He's a witch and she's his prized fairy princess. She isn't just a prize to him however, she's a precious rare jewel many would kill to get their hands on. There is only so much a man can take of people trying to steal what is rightfully his, so perhaps he needs to take matters into his own hands.

Context: He is not cruel really but he did kidnap the princess and people don't generally like him very much. Very much 'why has no one stopped this menace?' sorta vibes. Also possessive and reader is depicted as a trophy. She is basically his prisoner and she did not really choose to be with him, but she's not exactly opposed to it either? Kinda like 'I guess this is my life now' she's afraid at first but then just sort of rolls with it.

#stray kids x reader #nct dream x reader #txt x reader #the boyz x reader #fumi's polls 👾🤍👾

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thegreenlynx · 11 days ago

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💕 💕 💕

⭑.ᐟ MAKE HIM SNAP: LEE FELIX (NSFW / 18+ ONLY)

: ̗̀➛ pairing: lee felix x brat fem!reader (a bit of seungmin x reader) : ̗̀➛ word count: ~8k : ̗̀➛ content: fluff, smut, felix is the sweetest thing but so mean, reader actively tries to make felix mad, minor injury in the kitchen

you make a bet with seungmin: you've got one week to get your boyfriend, felix—who seems completely incapable of getting mad at you—to finally snap. after a series of failed attempts, you figure if anything’s going to work, it might as well be in bed.

author's note: i’ve been on a writing grind lately so here’s a second fic in one sitting because apparently i have no self-control. i’m shitting my balls. i need felix like yesterday. enjoy! ♡

smut warnings below the cut!

: ̗̀➛ smut warnings: hard dom!felix, explicit sexual content, oral (f. receiving), reader has the biggest degradation kink, brat taming, slight edging, light bondage, power play, unprotected piv (don't), missionary, doggy style, semi-voyeurism

you’d always thought of him as sunshine.

everyone did.

even when he wasn’t smiling, felix had that glow—warm and unbothered, with freckles that danced across his cheeks like constellations and a voice that made people turn around just to hear him speak again. he was soft. gentle. sweet in that quiet, domestic way. the kind of boy who folded your laundry before you even remembered you’d done it.

even in bed—he was gentle. worshipful. like every touch was a question and you were the only answer. he was all murmured praise, soft sighs, slow hands. he loved you softly. every time.

which is probably why no one—including you—had ever seen him mad.

not truly.

you were perched on the edge of the couch in the boys’ dorm, nervously fidgeting with the sleeve of your hoodie. it was felix’s, naturally—oversized and warm and still faintly smelling like his laundry detergent.

you were here because you’d accidentally taken something you weren’t supposed to. a usb, to be exact. felix had handed it to you earlier in the day along with your own, and in your rush to leave, you’d pocketed the wrong one.

“i just feel so bad,” you groaned, glancing toward the hallway. “he said he needed it for something tonight. like, deadline-needed.”

seungmin was sprawled across the other end of the couch, legs kicked up, eyes on his phone. he barely glanced up as he responded.

“you’re being dramatic.”

“no, like—really bad. i shouldn’t have—”

“honestly?” he cut in, finally looking at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “i don’t think he’s even capable of getting mad at you.”

you blinked. “what?”

he chuckled, flipping his phone over. “i mean, come on. you could probably punch him in the face and he’d apologize for getting in the way of your fist.”

you laughed despite yourself. “that is so not true.”

“isn’t it?”

you opened your mouth to argue—but then the front door opened.

felix stepped in, hoodie sleeves pushed up, hair slightly damp from the drizzle outside. his eyes found you immediately.

“hey,” you said, standing. “i brought it—sorry again, i seriously didn’t mean—”

“shh.” he was already moving toward you, gentle hands coming up to cradle your arms, thumbs brushing soothingly against the fabric of his hoodie—the one you were wearing. “don’t stress, angel. it’s okay.”

“but you said you needed it for tonight,” you mumbled, guilt creeping up your spine. “i should’ve double-checked—”

“and i should’ve labeled mine.” he gave a small laugh, pulling you closer, tucking your head under his chin with that easy warmth that always made your chest flutter. “it’s not a big deal. really.”

you swore you saw seungmin choke on a laugh in your peripheral vision.

your eyes flicked sideways—just in time to catch him turning away, phone suddenly so interesting he might’ve been reading the terms and conditions. his shoulders were shaking, just barely.

felix either didn’t notice or chose to ignore it.

“i’m gonna head out again to drop this off,” he said, voice still soft, fingertips lingering at your elbow for a second longer before letting go.

you nodded, brushing your hair back behind your ear. “right. of course.”

“thanks for coming all the way back,” he added, gaze warm and fond, like you’d just done something heroic instead of, you know, returning the thing you accidentally stole. he gave your arm one last squeeze. “text me when you get home, yeah?”

“i will.”

then he was gone—door shutting behind him with that soft click that always left the room feeling quieter somehow.

and the very second it closed, seungmin’s voice rang out from behind you.

“god, that was disgusting.”

you turned.

“excuse me?”

he didn’t even look up from his phone. “you took his drive and somehow walked away with a hug, and a thank you.”

you opened your mouth to argue.

then closed it.

“okay, but—”

“nope. don’t justify it.” seungmin pointed his phone at the door.

you rolled your eyes, hoisting your bag over your shoulder, but the words stuck with you. warmed you a little too much. annoyingly so.

still, you couldn’t help yourself.

“he’s still a person. he’s not, like… impervious to irritation.” you muttered, half to yourself, half to the room. “if i pissed him off enough, he’d crack,”

seungmin didn’t even flinch. “tell me when that ever happens.”

you groaned, dragging your hands down your face. “you know i’m gonna try to, just to prove you wrong.”

“mhm,” seungmin said flatly, not even looking up. “60 bucks. you have a week.”

“60 bucks,” you repeated. “i’m gonna find his limit,” you said, dead serious. “he has to have one.”

“good luck.”

you’d been thinking about it for days—how to do it, how to gently prod at the edge of felix’s emotional limits without actually hurting him. you weren’t trying to be cruel. you just wanted to see something other than that unwavering calm, that endless warmth. you wanted to prove he could feel sharp things, too. that he wasn’t made of clouds and soft blankets and chamomile tea.

jealousy. that was your angle.

was felix ever jealous? you genuinely didn’t know. he’d never so much as blinked when people flirted with you—though to be fair, you’d never exactly flirted back. you never had a reason to. you didn’t want to.

but now, you needed a reaction.

just enough to light a spark. not enough to burn the house down.

so when your company hosted a casual dinner event—open to significant others and friends—you didn’t hesitate to bring felix. he looked unfairly good that night, dressed in soft black slacks and a black button up that hugged his frame a little too well. his hand found yours under the table the second you sat down, thumb stroking slow, lazy circles against your palm like always.

you were seated at a long table with a mix of coworkers and guests, plates being passed around, wine glasses clinking gently, soft laughter filling the room.

he was beside you, of course—close and warm and always tuned in to you.

but the guy on your other side?

friendly. talkative. a little too charming in that “business casual” way. you leaned into it. not too obvious. just enough to let felix notice.

you laughed at something the guy said—tilting your head just slightly, touching his arm in that way that could maybe be seen as flirty. maybe. you were careful. just close enough to the line to toe it, not cross it.

felix didn’t say a word.

he was smiling, even. still soft-spoken. still squeezing your hand every now and then. still brushing your thigh under the table with his when he shifted in his seat. he even leaned in at one point and murmured, “you okay?”

you nodded, playing it cool. “mhm. just chatting.”

felix grinned. that same soft, sunny smile that always made you feel like you were the only one in the room.

“alright,” he said, brushing your cheek with his knuckle before pulling back like nothing was even slightly off.

he went back to being quiet and polite. still engaged in the conversation going around the table, nodding at someone’s story, chiming in with a laugh when appropriate. he didn’t stiffen. didn’t narrow his eyes. didn’t even glance at the guy beside you like he might be competition.

you sat there smiling and nodding at whatever work guy was saying about his vacation to bali, but your stomach was knotting. tighter by the second.

because you knew what you were doing. you knew exactly how much you were leaning. exactly when you let your laugh ring just a little louder, your fingers trail just a little longer.

but felix wasn’t reacting.

or at least—he wasn’t reacting the way you expected.

he was just… him. gentle. warm. steady. and he could’ve been using this moment to get back at you.

there were plenty of chances. the woman across the table who complimented his accent. the one seated diagonally, sipping wine and laughing just a little too brightly at his jokes. one even asked him how his skin was so clear and if he worked out—which, in fairness, was a valid question.

felix didn’t take the bait. he was polite, as always. gracious, even. gave small answers. thanked them with a nod and a soft smile. but he didn’t engage.

didn’t lean in. didn’t flirt. didn’t offer even a flicker of attention that could be mistaken as anything more than manners.

and slowly—almost like he was aware of your internal panic creeping in—he started leaning in closer to you. gradually, without showiness. his knee pressed against yours beneath the table. then reached for his water glass and poured some into yours before you could even realize it was empty.

this wasn’t going to work.

you weren’t going to rattle him. you weren’t going to get that flash of possessiveness, that glint of sharp jealousy in his eyes.

because felix didn’t play games.

not with you.

he loved you out loud, completely, and without keeping score. he didn’t need to punish you or mirror your actions to prove a point. he didn’t flinch under pressure. he didn’t crack under quiet provocations.

he just was. wholeheartedly. constant. grounded.

this wasn’t going to work.

it had been a few days since the whole work dinner experiment—since felix had gently, unknowingly, demolished your plan by doing absolutely nothing except love you the way he always did. respectfully. consistently. infuriatingly.

but you weren’t done.

not yet.

jealousy didn’t work, sure. but irritation? that had potential. everyone had a limit, and you were determined to find felix’s.

you were at his place now—well, technically his and seungmin’s—kitchen lights warm, sleeves rolled up, and flour already dusting the countertop like early snow.

the goal today was mild sabotage. nothing irreversible. nothing that would actually ruin the cake. just… enough sugar to make it way too sweet. enough to maybe make him sigh. maybe scold you a little. maybe just something.

you waited until he stepped away to grab a new mixing bowl, and then—quickly, quietly—you dumped in an extra quarter cup. maybe a little more.

by the time he came back, you were standing innocently with the spatula, “gently folding” the batter like you hadn’t just committed a culinary crime.

he paused. looked at the bowl. then looked at you.

“…did you add too much sugar?”

you blinked up at him. “no?”

he hummed. scooped a bit of batter on his finger. tasted it.

and then—smiled. not annoyed. just… amused.

“if you wanted it sweeter, you could’ve just told me,” he said, voice playful, handing you a towel to wipe your fingers off. “i’m gonna balance it so it doesn’t taste like pure syrup.”

you sighed loudly, dramatic, flopping back against the counter. “this is so annoying.”

he laughed and leaned past you to grab a lemon from the fruit bowl.

“go chop up some of the fruit, okay? i’ll deal with this.”

you looked at seungmin, who hadn’t said a word. he gave you a look that screamed pathetic.

you stuck your tongue out at him and turned back to the cutting board, muttering under your breath.

great. jealousy failed. chaos failed. sugar sabotage failed. what were you supposed to do now? bake the cake upside down? hide the eggs?

you didn’t know.

you really didn’t know anymore.

your plan—whatever it had been—was unraveling, slipping through your fingers like flour dust in the air. and the worst part? you kind of… didn’t want to push anymore. felix had been so patient, so kind through all of it, and suddenly, you just felt silly. immature. you had something good, and you were trying to poke holes in it just to see if it would leak.

lost in thought, you didn’t even realize how close your fingers were to the blade until it was too late.

the knife slipped.

there was a sharp sting.

you yelped, the sound cutting through the warm haze of the kitchen as the knife clattered onto the counter and fruit scattered everywhere.

“ah!” you gasped, clutching your hand. blood was already rising.

felix’s head snapped up instantly. “what happened?”

you stepped back, breath shallow. “i—i cut myself—”

he was already there. crossing the kitchen faster than you’d ever seen him move, his hands reaching out to check your fingers—but the moment he saw the blood, something in him shifted.

“what were you even doing?” he snapped, voice sharper than the knife that slipped. he grabbed a towel with jerky, frustrated movements, wrapping it around your wound with practiced precision but no softness. “were you even paying attention?”

your lips parted, stunned. “i—i don’t know, i was just—”

“you weren’t thinking,” he cut in, tone clipped.

his voice rose, not yelling, but full-bodied, biting. that low, velvety rasp he usually used to whisper sweet things into your ear was now slicing through the air like it had teeth.

“for fuck’s sake,” he muttered, shaking his head, “i asked you to do one simple thing. not play with the goddamn knife.”

you stared at him, completely disarmed. not just by the tone. but by how he looked.

chest rising and falling under his fitted sweater, sleeves pushed back just enough to show the flex of his forearms. his jaw clenched, eyes dark with something deeper than just irritation. he looked… furious. unshakable. and so hot it was almost insulting.

your mouth went dry.

you couldn’t stop staring—at the way felix was breathing, his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, like he was trying to bite back whatever else he wanted to say. his hands, still stained with flour, flexed at his sides. every muscle in his jaw was tense.

seungmin stood up, crossing the kitchen to the cabinet.

he grabbed the first aid kit, crouching beside the chair you’d sunk into. he opened it like this wasn’t the most charged atmosphere he’d ever stood in. like felix hadn’t just snapped for the first time in recorded history.

“here,” he said, pulling out some antiseptic and a few band-aids. “don’t bleed on the tile. it’s ugly enough already.”

you gave him a weak glare, but he just smirked.

felix hadn’t moved. he was still standing there, looking at the floor now, his expression twisted with something like regret.

seungmin didn’t let up.

“you got really worked up there, man,” he said, tone light but clearly pointed.

that finally made felix move. he blinked like he was coming out of something, then turned toward you—eyes wide now, softer, voice quiet.

“i’m sorry, baby” he said.

you didn’t say anything for a second. just stared at him, still a little stunned by the whiplash.

but even now, with his shoulders slumped and his tone apologetic, he still looked good. still had that raw energy simmering just under the surface. still had you simmering.

you swallowed hard.

“it’s okay,” you said slowly.

seungmin raised a brow but said nothing, silently peeling the wrapper off a band-aid.

felix crouched in front of you, his hand ghosting over yours. his voice was soft again, almost too soft.

“i won’t yell like that again,” he murmured.

you blinked at him, and for a second—just a second—you wanted to say don’t promise that.

because god, the way his voice had cracked when he was angry. the way he looked at you like your carelessness hurt him. the way he shook with something that wasn’t just rage, but deep, desperate concern—you hadn’t expected it to do something to you.

but he was still doing everything out of love.

even when his voice rose and his hands tightened and his eyes darkened—he was still the same felix. still checking if you were okay. still apologizing even though you had started this whole mess.

and somehow, that made it worse.

you hadn’t even pissed him off correctly. not really. he didn’t yell because you were annoying. he yelled because you were bleeding and he didn’t know how else to handle the sudden fear curling in his gut.

and now he was kneeling in front of you, shame written in every line of his face, like he had done something unforgivable.

you wished he hadn't come down from it so fast.

you wished—maybe more than anything—that he knew he didn’t have to keep being perfect for you to love him.

you didn’t know what else to do.

jealousy had failed. sabotage had failed. even blood hadn’t done it right. every attempt chipped at something inside you—your confidence, your ego, your grasp on what you were even trying to prove. and yet…

seungmin had texted you the evening of the baking incident: [ that was a close one ] [ but it didn’t count. try harder. ]

you'd stared at it for a long time. not because he was wrong—but because you agreed.

so now? one last attempt.

if you couldn’t get felix to be mad at you, then maybe—just maybe—you could make him lose control somewhere else.

which is why he was between your thighs right now.

you were sprawled across his bed, hips twitching, sheets clutched in your fists.

felix was eating you out like it was a mission. like you were something sacred, and he had all the time in the world to worship every inch of you.

his mouth was obscene—lips slick, tongue working you open so slowly you wanted to scream. and he kept murmuring things between licks, low and reverent.

felix’s tongue traced a slow, reverent line up your slit, lips closing over your clit with a tenderness that made your hips twitch. he groaned softly into you, the sound vibrating through your core like a low hum of devotion, and his arms curled tighter around your thighs, anchoring you in place. every motion was soaked in patience, in worship. you were trembling, half mad with need already, and all he’d done was kiss you like he loved you—which, of course, he did.

“taste so good, angel… always so sweet for me, aren’t you?”

“f-felix…” your voice broke on his name, hands knotted in the sheets. he just hummed again, content like he could spend the rest of his life here, lips gliding over your clit, tongue flicking in slow, perfect circles that had your thighs quivering. he was gentle, god, so gentle. like you were the only thing in the world worth touching delicately.

and maybe that was the problem.

you were panting, already so close—too close—and he hadn’t even slipped a finger inside yet. you could feel your orgasm mounting fast, could feel the heat blooming in your belly, the ache curling in your spine, and you knew what would come next. he’d hold you through it. he’d kiss your thighs, murmur praise, make you feel like you were the center of the universe.

you were already trembling, one hand fisting in his sheets, the other tangled in his hair, breath coming in staggered whines. he didn’t speed up. didn’t deviate. tongue curling soft and hot over your clit again and again until your hips twitched and a ragged moan slipped out without your permission.

and then he paused. just for a second.

his eyes lifted to yours, warm and glassy, lips shiny with you.

“shhh, darling…” he whispered, and the way he said it made your stomach flip. “seungmin’s in the living room, remember?”

your chest heaved. right. right—he always told you. always so careful to remind you, not because he was annoyed, but because you’d confessed once—embarrassed and flushed, the sheet pulled up to your chin after a particularly loud session—that you hated the idea of his roommate hearing. and since then, felix had always made sure to keep things quiet. to warn you. to soothe you when your voice got too high, your cries too desperate. he’d press a kiss to your throat, a hand to your mouth, shushing you.

but tonight, something twisted in you.

you weren’t going to hold back.

so when his mouth dipped again, lips closing over your clit in a slow, gentle suck, you let it out—a high, shaky moan that cracked on the end, followed by a breathless, “fuck, felix—!”

he froze.

lifted his head.

his mouth was still glistening, chin slick with you, flushed and beautiful in that way that always made your stomach twist. but his brows were drawn, just slightly, and his voice—when it came—was low and firm, not scolding but edged with something new.

“hey.” his thumb stroked up your inner thigh, slow but deliberate. “quiet down.”

it wasn’t a question. wasn’t a soft reminder like before. it was a command.

and it did something to you.

your breath hitched, thighs twitching around his shoulders as the authority in his tone settled in your chest like a stone dropped into water—rippling outward, stirring everything.

still, something in you bristled.

not in defiance. not exactly.

but you couldn’t stop yourself.

you pouted. just a little. “why?”

his eyes narrowed. there was a flicker of disbelief there, a tension that rippled beneath the surface like he didn’t quite believe you were pushing this boundary.

“because seungmin’s out there,” he said, slower this time, more deliberate, as if you’d forgotten. “and you hate being overheard.”

you shrugged, arching your back slightly, enough to grind your hips closer to his face again. “maybe i changed my mind.”

his eyes flicked to your cunt, glistening and swollen and shamelessly on display, then back up to your face. his expression had shifted. no longer just disbelief. something darker had crept in now—possessive and sharp, curling like smoke at the edges of his voice.

“well i don’t want him to hear you.”

the words were quiet. flat. measured.

you blinked, breath catching.

“i don’t want anyone hearing what you sound like when i’ve got you like this,” he continued, leaning in until you could feel the heat of his breath against your inner thigh.

you bit your lip, the heat rising in your face. in your chest.

“but…” you started, trying to keep your tone airy. “you always do what i want.”

that did it.

you watched his jaw clench tighter, watched the tension rise in his shoulders, watched the composure crack. just a little.

felix rose—slowly, smoothly, like a tide pulling back before it crashes—and settled over you, forearms bracketing your head, chest brushing yours as he leveled his face just above yours.

you felt it instantly.

that shift.

gone was the usual ease in his posture, the warm, pliant softness you always leaned into. what loomed above you now wasn’t your sweet, sunny felix—it was the part of him he always held back, the part that simmered under the surface like magma, always contained, until you poked at it.

and tonight?

you’d done nothing but poke.

he leaned in again, slow, like a tiger in tall grass, and planted his palm flat against the mattress beside your head. his voice was soft now, but laced with something that made your spine arch—authority, finality, control.

“you really think i don’t know?”

you swallowed hard.

“that you’ve been bratty for days,” he said, like it was fact. like it was math. “flirting with that guy at dinner. cutting your hand because you couldn’t stand that i didn’t break. ”

your cheeks flamed, breath catching, but you still held the edge in your smile.

“i was just distracted—”

his hand moved fast, gripping your jaw—not hard, just enough to make you stop talking.

“don’t,” he said. “don’t give me that look.”

your heart kicked up behind your ribs. he’d never grabbed your face like that before. never interrupted. never spoke like that.

it made your thighs press together. instinctive.

and he noticed.

he dipped closer, forehead brushing yours, and you could feel his heart beating in time with yours—hard, steady, controlled.

“you think i haven’t been watching you push?” he hissed. “every little act.”

you whimpered, lips parting—but he kept going.

“you’ve been begging for this,” he said, biting out the words. “not out loud. but with every goddamn thing you’ve done.”

you shivered.

“and you think i don’t see you?” he growled. “you think i don’t know exactly what that look means?”

his hand grabbed your jaw, fingers firm, tilting your face toward his—close enough to kiss, but he didn’t. he just held you there, breath brushing your lips, eyes burning through you.

“tell me the truth,” he said, voice a warning, a promise. “tell me what you want.”

you could barely breathe.

your voice came out thin, cracked around the edges. “you, like this…” your eyes were wide, lashes wet, trembling as you looked up at him. “this is what i want.”

felix didn’t flinch.

didn’t soften.

he just stared, his grip on your jaw unrelenting, eyes dark and unforgiving as they searched your face—saw the way you shook beneath him, the way your thighs pressed together, the way your chest rose and fell in shallow, panicked little gasps.

“of course it is,” he said flatly.

you blinked.

he tilted your face up a little more, enough that it hurt your neck to hold the position. his voice dropped, hard and disgusted. “look at you. shaking like a leaf, soaking the fucking sheets—just because i stopped being nice.”

you winced.

but your cunt clenched hard.

the words cut. not because they were cruel—but because they were true. and he knew it. you weren’t just turned on. you were unraveling. dripping and desperate, your body buzzing from the tension, your shame crawling over your skin like fire ants—but still, the burn felt good.

“you’re pathetic,” he said, letting go of your jaw like your skin burned his fingers.

he pushed you back roughly, your bound wrists catching against the bed as your shoulders hit the mattress. his hands were already on your thighs, spreading them open without care. not reverent. not gentle.

like you were his and he was sick of pretending otherwise.

“you want to be hated, don’t you? love isn’t enough for you?” he muttered, gaze locked on your slick cunt as he stroked two fingers through the mess between your legs.

your hips bucked.

“well,” felix said, voice like gravel dragged slow across glass, “if that’s what you want…”

his fingers sank into you—two at once, fast, merciless. your body jolted, a high cry tearing from your throat before you could stop it. he twisted his wrist, curled just right, and you felt the tremble start in your toes.

“i’ll give it to you.”

you gasped, back arching. “y-you don’t mean that,” you choked, words splintering on a sob. “you love me—”

he laughed.

dark. sharp.

“i’m gonna fuck you like i don’t.” he said, without softness.

his fingers pulled free. you barely had a second to breathe before he shoved your thighs wide, leaned over, and pressed his cock to your dripping cunt—still wet from your own need, from the tears and the shame and the way his voice had stripped you bare.

he held there.

right at your entrance, the head of his cock teasing just enough to make you squirm, to make your hips buck in desperate little jerks that only dragged the moment out longer. he could’ve slammed in. could’ve torn the rest of you open in a single thrust, left you breathless and sobbing.

but he didn’t.

because under all that dark fire, under the roughness and anger and heat, he was still him. still sweet. still good. still felix.

his jaw was tight, the muscle ticking as he looked down at you—ruined and trembling, legs spread wide, wrists bound and face flushed with lust and tears and something more fragile. he blinked, and for a second, just a second, you saw the question flicker through his expression.

“is that what you want?” he asked.

his voice had dropped low. he was still offering you a way out. still giving you that choice.

you knew it for what it was.

you nodded, frantic. fast. moaning as you tried to roll your hips, tried to force him inside again, but his grip on your thigh only tightened.

“talk to me,” he rasped, a thread of control still clinging to him.

you blinked at him through the haze, a smile curling on your lips—half brat, half breathless.

“yes,” you said, voice thin and greedy. “yes, i want it. i want you to fuck me like you’re sick of me. like i finally got under your skin.”

he cursed.

low and vicious.

you saw it—the moment that final wall crumbled, the way the storm in his eyes finally spilled over. his cock pushed in deep, slow at first, like he wanted to draw it out, make it last.

but then your cunt clenched—tight and wet and fluttering around him—and he snapped.

“you did,” he growled, pulling back and slamming in hard enough to make the bed jolt, your cry piercing the room. “you fucking did.”

his hips snapped forward again—louder this time, harder, brutal enough to knock the air from your lungs, the rhythm punching out soft, choked sounds from your throat with every thrust. not words. not anymore. just ragged little whimpers, helpless and high, your whole body jostling beneath him as he used you—fucked you—with none of the gentleness you’d always known.

“you wanted this,” he spat, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his hairline onto your chest as he folded you tighter, pushing your thighs up toward your shoulders to drive in even deeper. “you fucking asked for it.”

you sobbed—quiet at first, then louder, messy and wet as the tears finally spilled. they streaked hot down your cheeks, dripping into your hair, your jaw slack with pleasure too sharp to feel good and too good to survive. your wrists twisted uselessly in their binds, fingers curling tight as your whole body tried to keep up with the pace of him.

it was too much.

it was everything.

he growled—an actual growl, raw and guttural—as he looked down at you, at the tears rolling over your cheeks, at the way your mouth opened and closed, begging silently for something neither of you could name.

his rhythm never faltered.

not once.

even as your body broke beneath him—hips arching, wrists straining, cheeks soaked with tears that burned like proof—he kept going. kept fucking you with that same relentless pace, hips slamming against the backs of your thighs, the sound obscene, wet and cruel in the dark.

he watched your face twist with every thrust—watched you come apart, watched the edge of pleasure curdle into panic and drag you right back down into need.

and even then—you didn’t stop.

you couldn’t stop.

your lips trembled open around another sob, your voice half-hoarse, but still you met his glare with a shaky smirk, eyes glazed and bratty to your last breath.

“i never knew you were capable of being mean,” you gasped, voice cracking as you arched under him.

he snarled, something between pain and disbelief, and slammed in so deep you screamed, your entire body jolting up the bed from the force of it.

“because i love you,” he growled, voice so low it scraped the inside of your chest. “i’ve only ever tried to treat you well. like you matter. like you’re everything to me.”

he leaned in closer, one hand pressing hard into your hip, the other curling around your throat.

“but that’s not what you wanted, was it?”

you sobbed. not an answer. just a broken, keening sound.

he dipped lower, lips barely brushing yours. “you wanted this. you wanted me mean. you wanted me to use you, and now you’ve got it.”

his cock dragged out slow, thick and aching—and then drove back in so hard your moan broke on your tongue.

“you never wanted soft.”

you blinked up at him, tears hot and sticky down your temples, your mouth quivering.

“i was—” you panted, a hiccupped cry catching in your chest, “i was trying to prove a point—”

he sneered, not stopping, not relenting, pounding into you like he wanted to fuck the brat right out of your soul.

“to who, y/n?” he hissed, words snapping like whips.

you moaned—high and messy and wrong, because you were still so turned on, because the way he said your name made your body sing even while you trembled.

“who?” he shouted again, voice rising with disbelief and something deeper—something unspoken that cracked open in his throat like it hurt to say.

and you said it.

whimpered it.

half-mindless, but not mindless enough.

“seungmin.”

felix went still.

then he laughed.

it was low. bitter. a hollow bark of disbelief as his hand slid up the length of your thigh, slow and mocking, his cock still throbbing just barely inside you.

“fucking knew it,” he muttered, more to himself than you, jaw tight as he gave a small, almost deranged shake of his head. “you and him. the way you bicker. the looks.”

his hand curled around your throat again, thumb dragging over the mess of tears smeared across your cheek. not to wipe them.

just to feel them.

“and of course you’d moan his name out while i’m balls deep in you.”

you gasped, breath stuttering under the press of his palm, legs twitching around his hips.

he laughed again—sharper now, teeth flashing in the low light. “fucking pathetic.”

you whimpered.

“here i am,” he snarled, voice dropping to a whisper, “treating you like you’re mine—spending months giving you everything. folding your laundry. holding you when you cry.”

he slammed into you again, cruel and sudden.

you screamed, head snapping back.

“and you’ve been pushing me,” he said, voice quiet, almost calm—but beneath it, something was cracking. something brittle.

another thrust, hard and fast, punching a choked cry out of your lungs.

“all of that just to prove a point to kim seungmin?”

your mouth dropped open—useless, silent, your head lolling on the pillow as his cock hit that deep, devastating spot again and again, your body unable to hide how badly you were still enjoying it.

he sneered. “do you even understand what you’re doing?”

your eyes flicked to him—blurry, swimming, lashes soaked—and your lips moved, trying to form a denial. but you couldn’t lie.

not with your cunt sucking him in so greedily. not with the moans that still clawed up your throat even when you bit down on them. not with the guilt chewing holes through your stomach while your body begged for more.

“i—i wasn’t trying—” you whispered, but he cut you off.

“you weren’t trying?”

he laughed. dark and sharp and filled with something that sounded like it hurt his ribs to release.

“god, you’re worse than i thought,” he spat, pulling out just enough to let the next thrust slam in deeper. “you don’t even know what game you’re playing. you’re playing me, you’re playing him—”

you didn’t know anymore.

if he was really mad. if this was just another version of his anger wrapped in arousal, or if something had actually shattered under the weight of everything you’d done. you couldn’t tell if he meant the things he said—or if he was just saying them because it was what you’d asked for, begged for, pushed for until something inside him snapped.

all you knew was that your head was spinning, your lungs barely worked, and your body couldn’t stop trembling around him.

“i’m close,” you whimpered, your voice a rasp, broken and high and soaked in panic, “felix—please—”

he didn’t slow. if anything, he fucked you harder.

you were sobbing now, face sticky with tears, wrists straining in the binds as your body shook from the pressure curling tighter and tighter in your belly.

“i don’t think you deserve to cum,” he hissed, biting the words like they tasted foul. “not after what you did. you little bitch.”

the word slapped.

“i’m sorry,” you cried, the words tumbling out, raw and hoarse and true. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean—i didn’t—felix, please, i’m sorry—”

and for a second, just a second, something shifted in his face.

his brow twitched. his grip faltered. his eyes—not all the way, but just a little—softened.

he looked down at you, at your flushed face, your tear-soaked skin, your body trembling and still trying to push back against him, even through the guilt, even through the shame. begging for him.

he cursed under his breath. a low, ragged sound.

then he pulled out.

you whined—sharp and instinctive, your whole body lurching, chasing him.

“no—please—”

but he grabbed your hips and flipped you, fast and rough, until you were flat on your stomach, then dragging you up to your knees with no gentleness, no care.

he leaned in, lips at your ear, voice back to that quiet, dangerous whisper.

“all fours.”

you scrambled to obey, tears still dripping from your chin onto the sheets, your ass high, back arched, your pussy swollen and dripping and empty.

he stared for a long second.

then, flatly:

“prove it. prove your sorry.”

he didn’t move.

not even a little.

just knelt behind you, one hand resting heavy on your lower back, the other wrapped around the curve of your ass—fingers digging in, spreading you open so wide the air hit your cunt like ice. his cock stood thick and flushed against your thigh, glistening with everything he’d already taken from you. close. so close.

but he didn’t move

“you want to cum so badly?” he said, voice low and flat, unreadable, like it didn’t matter either way. “then do it yourself.”

your breath caught.

you blinked, stunned.

he gripped your ass harder, a sharp squeeze that made you jolt forward, but he didn’t move to stop you.

“come on,” he said, the cruelty now bitter instead of sharp. “you were so good at playing games earlier.”

your whole body shook.

you whimpered once—just one broken sound—and then moved. slowly. shamefully.

you rocked your hips back. tentative at first. your slick folds kissed the head of his cock and you moaned, soft and strangled, before pushing further, inching down onto him until the stretch began to burn again.

it wasn’t graceful. it wasn’t like when he took care of you.

it was work.

every inch felt like a trial. your legs trembled under the weight of it, thighs threatening to give out as you lowered yourself onto him, your breath coming in ragged sobs, your cunt pulsing with how close you were, how desperately your body wanted him to take over.

but he didn’t.

“make yourself cum,” he snapped, voice tighter now.

you nodded, rocking your hips again—sliding down fully this time, burying him inside, your body jerking as your sob turned to a long, high cry. your knees were slipping, your arms too bound to help you balance, and every time you moved your hips, your body twitched with the effort.

he just watched.

watched you ride his cock without rhythm, without grace—just need. just ruin. his hands stayed on your ass, holding it open, holding you wide for him to see.

but he didn’t help.

you were doing it alone.

“felix, i can’t—”

“you wanted this.”

and so you kept going.

kept fucking yourself back on him, over and over, your movements messy and broken, your body trembling with the weight of everything you’d done—everything you’d wanted.

and as you cried, he gripped your ass harder, dragging his thumbs over the skin, watching your hole stretch around him like it was all you were good for.

your thighs were giving out.

completely.

each roll of your hips got weaker, sloppier—your knees buckling inward, your movements more tremble than thrust, the sheer weight of him inside you unbearable.

your arms were still bound, chest pressed into the sheets, your cries muffled now—raw and constant, more sob than sound—as you tried to keep going. but your body wouldn’t move.

you shook your head, weakly, voice cracking as you rasped, “i—i can’t… i can’t do it…”

you felt his exhale first—long and deep. then the weight of his hands on your hips shifted. and his voice followed, low and so done.

“of course you can’t.”

you shivered.

“you couldn’t even fuck yourself properly,” he muttered, hands gripping your hips with new purpose. “you begged for this. cried for it. ruined both of us trying to prove something—and now you can’t even finish what you started?”

you sobbed but that was all he gave you time for. because he snapped his hips forward. you screamed, head slamming into the pillow, the thrust knocking your whole body up the bed.

and then he didn’t stop.

he fucked into you from behind, deep and punishing, dragging you back onto his cock with every stroke, the sound of skin on skin wet and violent, your cries rising in pitch until you couldn’t hold anything in anymore.

“isn’t this what you wanted?” he growled, voice right at your ear now, one hand on the back of your neck, the other gripping your waist so tight it burned. “to get used like this? to cry on my dick and act like you’re sorry?”

your throat was raw, your eyes stinging, your body screaming with the oncoming wave, your orgasm building so hard it almost felt like pain.

“felix—fuck—i’m gonna—”

his pace didn’t stutter.

didn’t falter.

“yeah?” he breathed, his voice a rasp, full of hate and heat and something so possessive it twisted your stomach. “that’s right.”

his thrusts turned vicious, his cock pounding into you, his voice ragged and shaking.

“cum then.”

and you did.

you came with a scream—full-bodied, wrecked, your spine arching like it was trying to tear free from your skin. it hit so hard you thought for a second you might black out. your pussy clamped down around him, fluttering and pulsing in rhythmic spasms, gushing slick down his cock in hot, wet waves that soaked your thighs and his lap and the sheets beneath you.

felix groaned—a sound ripped from the very pit of his chest, primal and deep, his pace faltering for the first time as he felt it. felt you soak him. felt you break.

“fuck—” he hissed, slamming into you again—chasing it now, rutting through the mess of your orgasm, the loud slap of his hips against your soaked skin. “you’re dripping, baby—fuck, you’re making such a mess—”

you sobbed into the sheets, body twitching, overstimulation crawling up your spine like static. but he didn’t stop. wouldn’t let up. not now. not after all of it.

and then—slowly, like the fire had finally started to burn itself out—his rhythm began to falter. just a little. his groans turned heavier, strained, his thrusts rougher but less precise. his body hunched forward, chest heaving, cock throbbing inside you as he buried himself one last time.

he shuddered against your back, hips twitching as he came inside of you, the warmth of it spilling deep and raw, filling you in heavy bursts. he stayed there for a moment, his hands slowly loosening their grip on your hips, breath ghosting against your shoulder.

then, gently, slowly, his body folded over yours.

his forehead pressed to the space between your shoulder blades. his chest to your back. one hand slid forward—shaky, tentative—and rested just beneath your ribs.

he stayed there, breathing with you.

then, without a word, he eased back.

his chest lifted off yours, his grip on your hip released fully, and for a moment, the loss of contact felt colder than the air in the room. he slid one palm down the arch of your spine, a soft, absent stroke. then came the slow shift of his hips—his cock slipping out, careful and deliberate, so tender in contrast to everything before.

you whimpered from the loss and the mess—his cum already spilling out of you in lazy drips, sliding down your thighs, thick and warm, clinging to the backs of your knees as gravity pulled it down. you twitched from the sensitivity, your body still trembling in little aftershocks, your hips useless, your arms limp where they lay tangled and bound under your chest.

you heard the faint shuffle of a drawer, the rustle of fabric, the hiss of warm water being poured. your eyes fluttered closed, head sinking into the pillow, your whole body too loose to lift.

you barely registered the soft wet cloth between your thighs until it was there—warm, soothing. he held you gently, one hand under your hip to tilt you, the other cleaning you with slow, careful strokes, wiping away the slick, the sweat, the release still dripping out of you.

he then settled you on clean sheets, wrapped a new blanket over your shoulders.

still nothing.

not a single word.

but he lay beside you, close but not pressed in, his fingers brushing soft through your hair, over your temple, down the curve of your jaw. you blinked slow and you opened your eyes.

and there he was.

your felix.

bathed in the low light of the room, hair a tousled halo of gold against the pillow, freckles blooming soft across his cheeks, lips pink and parted just barely. he looked tired. beautiful. like something that shouldn’t exist outside a dream.

you loved it. all of it. the softness now. the brutality before.

the way he made space for every version of you. the way he let himself be more than just the sun.

“i love you, felix.”

his hand stilled, resting against your cheek. his eyes softened then blinked, and they turned glassy.

“i love you too,” he whispered, his voice low, husky, still thick with the weight of everything.

you gave a little smile, lids already starting to droop again, your limbs heavy under the blanket he’d wrapped around you.

“i wouldn’t want you any other way,” you murmured.

that made him laugh—quiet, breathless, a sound like surrender.

and then you laughed too. barely a sound, more breath than voice, your smile curling into the pillow as your eyes slipped closed again.

he stayed beside you.

his fingers returned to your hair, softer than ever now, smoothing it back from your face as your breathing evened out, your body finally letting go.

and when you fell asleep, it was in silence.

the next morning, you woke slowly—warm, sore in all the right places, and still tangled in the soft scent of felix. the sheets around you were a little crooked, the pillow beside you empty.

you blinked blearily and reached for your phone, but it wasn’t the screen that caught your eye.

there was a note. folded and sitting neatly on the nightstand.

recording right now, but i’ll be back soon. pour yourself a cup of coffee. i love you! – lix ♡

you smiled—small, sleepy, still a little ruined from the night before. the words made your chest ache and flutter all at once. he hadn’t said anything heavy. no apologies. no over-explanations. just soft and simple. just felix.

you stretched out your limbs, wincing slightly at the ache before dragging yourself out of bed and into one of felix’s oversized sweaters and boxers.

barefoot and quietly smug, you padded down the hallway into the kitchen.

and there he was.

seungmin.

leaning against the counter in sweats and a hoodie, eyes fixed on his phone, coffee half-drunk on the table beside him. he looked up when he heard you—expression unreadable—and you did what anyone would do after getting absolutely obliterated in the next room over by his bandmate.

you pretended nothing happened.

“morning,” you said, voice light, moving straight to the coffee pot. “didn’t think you’d be up.”

“i’ve been up,” he said simply.

you nodded and reached for a mug—felix’s, the pale blue one with the tiny chip in the rim—and poured yourself a cup. steam curled up around your face, and you focused on it like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

and then you felt it.

his presence. he stepped closer. closer.

you didn’t dare turn around.

then, casually—like it was nothing—he reached over your shoulder and set something on the counter in front of you.

sixty bucks in cash.

you stared at the bills for a second.

then turned.

slowly.

seungmin was already taking a sip of his coffee, eyes flicking to yours over the rim of his mug.

“congrats.”

your mouth twitched, the corner pulling into the smallest smile.

you looked down at the cash again and without saying anything, you plucked the bills off the counter and shoved them straight into the front pocket of felix’s hoodie like you’d just been handed your trophy.

“you really thought i wouldn’t pull it off?” you asked, turning back to your coffee, tone breezy.

“i hoped you wouldn’t,” he deadpanned. “i was rooting for the soft boy.”

you huffed a laugh, lifting the mug to your lips. “he’s still soft.”

seungmin gave you a long, dry look.

you shrugged, eyes twinkling over the rim. “...just not all the time.”

he snorted.

then leaned back against the counter, sipping slow from his mug. “so,” he said casually, “how’d you do it?”

“do what?”

“make him snap.”

you licked your lips, fighting another smile. “i might’ve… slipped your name in there a few times.”

his eyes narrowed, slow. “yeah?”

“just—it got him pretty worked up.” you said, laughing as you set the mug down. seungmin stared for a beat.

then—he rolled his eyes. “of course it did.”

there was a long pause. not uncomfortable. just tension.

he said, quiet but clear, “tell him he doesn’t have anything to worry about.”

you nodded.

“i will.”

you stepped back slowly, letting the silence hold, and turned toward the hallway—when the front door clicked open.

both your heads turned.

felix stepped in, hair tied back, hoodie sleeves bunched at his elbows, a little windblown from the walk. his eyes lit up the moment he saw you.

“hey, angel,” he said, smile so warm it melted straight into your ribs.

you crossed the room in a few slow steps, rising onto your toes to meet him halfway. your hand curled around his jaw, thumb brushing the skin just below his cheekbone, and you kissed him.

his other hand found your waist immediately, like muscle memory, pulling you in as he smiled against your lips. he pulled away just enough to wrap his arms around you, tucking you into his chest. his chin rested lightly on top of your head, breath warm as it fanned through your hair.

you melted into him, your hands slipping under the hem of his hoodie, fingertips grazing the bare skin at his waist. his heart beat steady against your cheek, and you let yourself breathe him in.

then, behind you, a shift in the air.

felix’s gaze lifted—over your shoulder.

met seungmin’s across the room.

you didn’t see what was unraveling between the two of them.

after a moment, you pulled back slightly, enough to tilt your head and meet his eyes.

felix looked down at you with a smile. and that was all you needed.

#stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #lee felix x reader #lee felix smut #fumi's recs 👾💜👾

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thegreenlynx · 12 days ago

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Bunny Kisses

Description: Your first party with your boyfriend goes from dream to nightmare, but neither of you are about to let it come between you.

Pairing: Bf Seungmin x Fem Reader

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive, A smidge of angst?

Content Warnings: Kissing, making out, some suggestive moments, small amounts of drinking, themes of assault (nothing super major, just a girl gettin a lil handsy)

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: Semester is done, I'm finally free! In celebration of that and my birthday I give you some suggestive fluff with soft yet teasing gentleman Seungmin.

You and Seungmin have been dating for a few months now. You started as friends and it gradually grew into more. The two of you are very much in love, but even now you are still learning together.

Tonight he has invited you to a party. It's a small party really, his friends are hosting. Seungmin wasn't particularly thrilled about attending in the first place, he's not the biggest party guy. However, he figured it would be a good opportunity to show you off, and so he agreed anyway with the only condition that you are allowed to be his plus one. Naturally, the guys weren't particularly opposed to the idea anyway.

He's styling your hair rather clumsily. He doesn't really know what he's doing but he'd insisted on getting you ready himself, despite you telling him he didn't need to. He wants to spoil you today, mostly because he is secretly pretty excited to be able to show people his lovely girlfriend, but also because part of him is a little nervous and he needs the distraction.

When it's finally done you look up at him first and he has a satisfied smile on his face, clearly proud of his work. He kisses you once on the forehead before spinning you around to look into the vanity mirror yourself. You look to find your hair goofily thrown up in a slightly messy half up-do. You can't help but find it endearing, though fairly imperfect. It suits your relationship quite well really and you find yourself giggling at the mirror.

You see him deflate slightly through the mirror's reflection, "Oh does it look bad? I think you look so cute though, I really thought I'd had it..." He frowns and absentmindedly begins rubbing your shoulders, you lean into his touch. "We've still got some time, I'll try again. I'll definitely get it right this time."

He reaches to undo your hair but you dodge and spin back around in your chair. You then grab his arms to stop him from going any further and he looks at you questioningly. "It's perfect, I love it. I only laughed because I was happy."

He pauses and blinks at you for a moment before your words seem to click in his head, "Oh. Oh good. I'm glad then."

He smiles and blushes, looking away to grab the lip gloss sitting on your vanity. He swiftly uncaps it and tilts your chin up with one of his unoccupied fingers. "Mm.." He makes a funny kissy face at you and you laugh before closing your eyes and puckering your lips to let him easily apply the makeup.

To your surprise however, he instead presses his lips over yours in a slow, loving kiss. You allow yourself to savor the moment and when he reluctantly pulls away you tilt your head at him. "What was that for?"

He just shrugs, his smile a mix of bashfulness and mischief. "Nothing in particular, really. I just love you." He presses another kiss to your lips. First a swift peck, that he quickly follows with an urgent and passionate open mouthed kiss.

He slips his tongue in your mouth for only a single teasing moment before he pulls back away with a deep shaky breath in an attempt to calm himself. He then shakes his head and makes a soft whistle noise, "Stop distracting me, we're gonna be late."

You laugh and look at him incredulously, "And what exactly am I doing to distract you?"

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head again, finally applying the gloss. "You're too cute, too lovely." He gingerly brushes the lip brush across your lips as you look up at him, his movements are shaky and awkward but he's clearly trying really hard to get it right with how slowly he does it and the way his brows furrow in concentration.

When he finally notices you watching him he groans, "It's hard to concentrate, quit looking at me or I'm gonna make us miss the party altogether."

"Oh?" You smirk and wrap your legs around him, still sitting in the chair. "What do you mean by that?"

"As much as I'd love to have you all to myself tonight I already told the guys we'd come," He starts, tone insinuating he's joking even though you know he's not. "Besides I need to show everyone how pretty I made you." He finishes, a genuine smile lighting up his face as he holds out a hand to help you up.

You take it with a light airy chuckle, allowing Seungmin to guide you to the door where he immediately drops to his knees to help you put on your shoes. You let him. "You seem to really like the idea of being my escort." A soft mumble.

"Yeah. You're mine after all, makes it pretty fun to take care of you." His tone is soft with sincerity and he looks up at you from the ground just as he finishes putting on your shoes. "Kinda like how a knight might enjoy tending his horse."

You blink at him for a moment before scoffing in exasperation, "Are you comparing me to a horse right now? And to think I thought you were being all sweet and romantic tonight too." It's a joking chide, but he freezes briefly and backpedals as he stands.

"I guess I coulda phrased that better huh? I meant it more like how knights are associated with horses and they're usually pretty fond of taking care of them. But I'm no knight and you're definitely not a-" You cut off his explanation with an abrupt yet soft kiss to his lips.

"Teasing." You explain quietly, reaching into the closet to grab both of your coats. You pull his over him and he slips his arms in the holes naturally.

"Right, right. Sorry." He sighs and takes your coat from you to put it on for you as well. "I think I'm a little nervous."

"Mm, you don't say?" You playfully hum. "I don't really see why though, it's not like either of us have never been to a party before."

"Yeah I know." He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and grabs the keys, then opens the front door for you. "I guess nervous isn't the right word. I'm more giddy."

"Giddy?" You inquire as he walks out the door after you and locks it behind him.

"Excited. Sure it isn't either of our first time but it is our first time together, and I get excited about every first with you." He grabs your hand and begins walking you to the car. "Even the small ones."

His blunt yet sweet response has you momentarily caught off guard but you squeeze his hand and try to reply back honestly despite your blush. "I feel the same, I can't wait to have even more with you."

As you walk into the party Seungmin immediately holds out his arm towards you, and knowing it'll make him happy you hold it immediately. The smile he gives you is so sweet and loving that you almost melt, but you manage to keep it together as he leads you to a small group of his friends.

It's then that Seungmin makes it abundantly clear he really did not come for the party. He makes the greetings really quick and the two of you chat with some of his friends for only a few minutes before he's guiding you over to where the drinks are. He pours one himself and takes the smallest sip before handing it to you.

He doesn't pour a second one and simply begins guiding you back to the main room. You glance back at the area with the drink counter in confusion and he laughs before reminding you "I'm driving remember? I just wanted to make sure your drink was safe."

"Oh..." You can feel your face heat up and you take a sip to try and hide it. "Thank you." He only nods in response.

For a few minutes the two of you stand there being wallflowers, simply people watching the party guests in a comfortable silence. "This is nice, I'd do this again."

You lean your head on his shoulder, "We haven't even done anything yet."

You spot some couples grinding on the dance floor and quickly avert your gaze back to your boyfriend. "Sure, but I'm at a party with my girlfriend." His smile is filled with pure glee, a shining beacon of love entirely directed at you.

You laugh in response. "You hate parties, I was really shocked you even asked me to come. I'm starting to think you'd be happy in a dump site if it meant you got to be with your girlfriend."

He chuckles but nods anyway. "I'm happy anywhere if you're there."

At that you roll your eyes, by now you've finished your drink and you opt to set it on the counter. Seungmin goes to grab with a bit of panic in his movements but you hold up a hand to stop him and then grab his hand with the other. You're not having another drink anyway.

"Dance with me?" You ask softly, trying not to say it in a tone that makes him feel like he has to.

Not that you need to worry about that, because to your surprise your doting boyfriend lights up at the suggestion. "Yeah? I wanted to ask myself but I didn't think you'd be up for it and I didn't wanna pressure you."

"I'm not much of a dancer but you and I have never danced together." Seungmin seems to come to the same realization as you then, and he bounces slightly in excitement. "Another first for us."

"I'll make it a good one." He assures, guiding you across the dance floor to a relatively unoccupied section. One of his hands slowly wraps around your waist and the other continues holding your hand. He looks down at your feet and guides you to step in time with him. The movements are awkward, after several moments you trip and the two of you burst into laughter.

Instead of proceeding with the awkward stepping he wraps both arms around your middle and lifts you into the air. He spins around with a wide grin and keeps you in his arms as he sets you back down, this time with your feet atop his own so that his steps are yours. You're so close your chests are pushed up against each other and Seungmin looks at you like you are the only thing in the entire room.

Your arms naturally wrap around his neck and he begins moving side to side with you embraced tightly in his arms. You take a cursory look around you and see that a few people are looking at the two of you funny but you pay them no mind and look back at your boyfriend. His eyes never stray, he takes in your every change of expression as though he may miss something precious if he doesn't.

It feels as though the two of you are in your own little world, separated from everyone else. He holds you tightly for the majority of the duration of the song, dancing slowly as he bears the weight of your body on his feet. You wonder if they hurt by now and step off, and just as you do the music picks up a little and Seungmin grasps your hand with the gentleness and grace of a man who does not belong in the era you live. You find yourself melting a little as he guides you to twirl and pulls you back into his chest.

He dips you down like you've seen in movies and it makes you feel like a princess. It's not very fitting, but for this moment you can let yourself enjoy it without care. You even find yourself imagining another life in which Seungmin is your prince. He'd suit the role quite well.

As he guides you back to stand there is an affection, a heat, to his eyes that deepens as he pulls you near. It's unlike him, he's never been one for public affection, but suddenly he's leaning in with a look of desire that is enough to shake you to your core. It fills you with an almost unnerving excitement.

The half of you with far better judgement puts a hand to his chest, an aim to stop him knowing he will be embarrassed about it later. The other half wins however, and the hand meant to stop him instead curls into the fabric of his button up shirt pulling him in closer. His lips meet yours in a kiss dreams are made of, one you won't be forgetting any time soon. It should feel embarrassing, but the kiss steals your attention like no other and you find yourself not caring if others are watching. In the end all they'll see is how lucky you are anyway.

The song comes to an end, the music fading. And with it you know the moment, no matter how beautiful, must come to an end too. You reluctantly pull away first, a pain stinging your chest at how Seungmin unconsciously chases you for a moment before coming to his senses. As he pulls back a beautiful shade of red is visible only to you in the dim lighting and you press a kiss to his cheek, allowing yourself but one more moment of indulgence.

You find yourself a little sad that the moment is over, and your face must have shown it because Seungmin immediately seems to pick up on it. He grabs your hand and sends you a reassuring smile as he gently squeezes your hand in his own. It tells you that he feels the same. It tells you that even though the moment is over there is no need to be sad because being with Seungmin means there will always be more of these moments. It reminds you that the downtimes are what make those moments special.

Seungmin just begins to walk you off the dance floor when someone calls to him from nearby. Only a few seconds later a shorter man comes jogging over. He's got a few tattoos, cute chubby cheeks, fluffy hair that no doubt is constantly getting in his eyes, and a woman's blue purse on his arm that clashes hard with his purple attire. There's also an oddly placed pink cat clip in his hair. It makes you wonder if it's there because he is a father, someone pulled a prank on him and he just hasn't noticed, or he just has terrible fashion.

Regardless just looking at him is enough to tell you he's another one of Seungmin's friends, even though you've never seen him before. He comes right up to Seungmin and immediately starts talking. "Hey Seungmin, this the girl you're always talkin' about?" His way of speaking is a bit awkward, but kind, and so you smile at him.

He looks you over and his eyes widen in what you can only assume is bewilderment at your hair and you immediately feel awkward. However, the man continues to surprise you and instead of pointing out its childish appearance exclaims "Woah nice hair!" He sounds like a typical college skateboarder as he says it and it makes you laugh, you should have seen that coming.

You look back over to Seungmin and catch him immediately beaming, though he quickly covers it up with a cough and a hand to his mouth upon realizing he's still in public. "Yeah, did a pretty good job didn't I?" His tone is smug, filled with pride and accomplishment. You find yourself falling even more in love as you roll your eyes at him.

His friend seems pretty shocked at what he said, though you struggle to see how it might be surprising. "Holy shit you did this?" He emphasizes it like it's completely absurd that Seungmin would be able to accomplish such a hairstyle, which is totally fair all things considered but this hairstyle is a total mess. Loving it anyway doesn't make you blind to that fact.

Despite this you don't chime in, Seungmin nods and smiles at you like you're his very own work of art and that's enough to remind you that it doesn't matter what hairstyle it is, Seungmin did it for you and that makes it a masterpiece. Any shame you could have felt fades at that thought.

The friend continues in his fanatic rant of your hair, "Damn you've gotta show me how you did it. My girlfriend never lets me do her hair but man I'd love to see her with that look, she'd be so cute. Here let's take a selfie maybe it'll convince her when she sees how good it looks!"

The man pulls out his phone and worms his way between the two of you like a fan at a convention. You already know before he takes it that the photo will be a disaster. The man seems a little uncoordinated (and maybe a little drunk) and his hand grabs Seungmin's waist to hold him from sprinting away as he snaps the picture. You can't stop yourself from laughing the entire time because it is all so ridiculous, there is literally no way the woman is going to want this hairstyle and it's too funny that he genuinely seems to think his plan will work.

Not that you have any plans to ruin their fun, the whole thing is just so sweet you can't bring yourself to. "Thanks dude, I'm gonna go show her right now. I was supposed to get her a drink like five minutes ago so I gotta go!" The man casually waves as he runs off, slinging what you can only presume is his girlfriend's purse over his shoulder with a naturalness that suggests he must carry it often after he slips his phone in it and it starts to fall off.

Seungmin laughs an airy, exasperated laugh and immediately goes to apologize, re-grasping the hand the silly man nudged apart with the photo. "Sorry about that airhead, he totally forgot to even introduce himself and he's already gotten all up in your bubble like that."

"It's fine, I gathered you guys were friends from the start. I'm sure he just has a lot on his mind, he seemed really nice." He relaxes at that. Though he made no effort to show it, it is clear to you that whoever the man is he is important to Seungmin and he'd secretly wanted you to like him. You smile and swing his hand a little, and he continues leading you off the dance floor.

You almost make it too, but just as you're about to reach your corner a woman steps in front of Seungmin and grabs the arm opposite to the one you are holding. You watch in shock as he immediately flinches and goes to pull his arm away but she clings, his face pulling into a grimace as her nails dig into his skin. "Heyyy~! I've been watching you for a while now and think you're real cute. If you come home with me I can show you a really good time." She runs her claws up his arm and you internally seethe at her audacity, but you want to give Seungmin a chance to stand up for himself first.

"I'm not interested and I very clearly have a girlfriend. Get off." Seungmin's hand leaves your own to push her gently away, not wanting to hurt her, but she doesn't really budge. You can feel Seungmin's mood souring as you watch and you opt to give her thirty more seconds to release his arm and accept his rejection.

She doesn't, instead pressing her chest against his arm and whining like a petulant child. "Come onnn, you'd be way better off with me than this chick. I mean look at her she can't even style her hair right! She looks like someone you'd find digging in trashcans at night. It should be a crime she even left the house like this let alone going to a party."

Seungmin deflates, confused, and it's clear that he wasn't expecting her to react that way and doesn't know what to do. That pisses you off, and so you lash out a little. "That's enough, get lost." You yank her away from Seungmin by the arm before continuing. "If he wanted me to look differently he wouldn't have styled me so pretty, take your jealous ass and plop it on someone who consents to it you leach."

The girl scoffs, embarrassed, and flips you off before sauntering away and up to a dark haired man with eyes that twinkle like stars in the dark lighting. He looks like he'd rather be anywhere else, looking about as bored as a man can possibly be at a party. He doesn't look at her as she walks up to him, his eyes trained on a random spot in the room and an air of complete disinterest about him that even makes you shiver. His shirt is red, shiny and breathable silk fabric and low-cut, tucked into tight heavily flattering black jeans. A full course meal, really. Though far too much for you, and not particularly your type.

Much to both your and Seungmin's surprise, who visibly jerks and pulls you against him, as soon as the woman brushes her hand seductively up the man's arm he lets out the most cat like scream you've ever heard out of a man and jumps away like she just burned him.

Immediately, a rather muscular man comes running over from seemingly thin air. He is familiar, one of Seungmin's friends you met at the start of the party. His name's Chan, the one who owns the house. He's in a white fitted tank and some loose jeans, a low hanging necklace bounces on his chest as he runs over and his face holds the expression of a mother who cannot find her child. "What the fuck is going on?!"

The cat man isn't the one to respond. Instead his friends, a taller one with a buzzcut and another with star-like freckles littered across his face respond in his place. "This girl just walked up to him and started touching him." The tall one starts, a menacing glare directed at the girl as he pulls the cat man away, who follows as if pulled by a leash, frantically rubbing his arm as if to try to get whatever germs the woman left off of him.

Chan furrows his brows, "Touching him?" He looks at the woman who instead latches on to him with pleading eyes as if that may save her from his wrath. He doesn't react. "Do you know her?"

Again the question is directed at the breath taking feline-esque man but he doesn't seem to notice they're even talking to him because he's too focused on his sleeve and his now heavy and seemingly annoyed breathing. Instead the freckled one responds, "Definitely not, I literally just saw her do it to Seungmin right in front of his girlfriend. She got pissy when y/n told her off so she came over here instead."

More friends of Seungmin's then, you figure. Given that he knows your name it only makes sense that he's told them about you. With the exception of the panicked cat man they all turn to look at you and you just smile and wave. Seungmin nods to them and pulls you closer.

Chan then sighs, and pries the woman off himself. "Get the hell out of my house. Right now." She looks at him in shock at the anger in his voice, unmoving. "You better figure out what 'right now' means before I call the cops." He finishes, the woman scoffs and runs out the door. Justice.

As soon as she's gone Seungmin leads you by the waist to his group of friends. "Thanks for getting her to leave." He says, looking at the exasperated Chan who'd got her to leave.

The man shakes his head, "No, I'm sorry she was here at all. Though I have no idea who invited her or how she got in." He sighs again and takes the hand of his dark haired friend who looks about ready to start hiding under furniture or spitefully pushing glasses off tables. "And the one time I get the two of you to come too, damnit." He says regretfully, you infer he is referring to both the owner of the hand he's holding and your boyfriend. Chan then waves at everyone and begins walking the aforementioned silk-shirted man who'd make Aphrodite herself jealous off to god knows where.

You and Seungmin continue the party with the two men who you eventually learn are named Hyunjin and Felix. However despite the three of your best efforts Seungmin's mood does not improve. And the fact that it is obvious to even them when your boyfriend is typically one to hide his emotions tells you it's time to leave.

You smile at the two of them meaningfully, and they seem to catch what you're trying to convey as they nod. You pull Seungmin aside by the arm gently and speak with a firm voice. "I think we should go home now." He looks sad at your words but nods anyway, silently saying goodbye and leading you to the car.

The car ride itself is quiet as well, and you allow your boyfriend his space and simply enjoy his presence. It gives you time to think about the night as a whole, you don't want it to be an unhappy memory just because one girl happened to decide she wanted to be one with the devil today.

Seungmin finds himself thinking he's failed you. He should have been better about defending himself and your relationship, instead of letting shock get the better of him. He let the night get ruined even after being so confident he'd make it perfect. He feels frustrated, and a little worried.

The moment you walk into the apartment Seungmin takes off your coat and shoes the same way he had put them on as you left, and then upon removing his own he lifts you up and carries you to the bedroom, setting you with a practiced care upon the bed. He then quickly pulls the covers over you and burrows himself under them beside you, hugging you to him with all he has.

"I'm so sorry y/n." He says as soon as he gets comfy, voice filled with sincerity. "It was such a nice evening and I really screwed it up."

You pause and look at him somewhat baffled, "What do you mean? What happened?" Obviously you know what happened, but you don't understand why he's apologizing. It's pretty obviously not his fault. Your voice conveys the shock you feel and he looks back at you in equal surprise.

"You..." He pauses as his brows furrow, "You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" You're more confused now, what could he have done to have made you angry? If anything Seungmin's the one who should be mad, he was the one being harassed.

"I thought you were mad at me, that's why we went home." He reasons, taking one of your hands softly in his and enclosing it with his other.

"Uhh? No, we went home cause I thought you were uncomfortable." You counter firmly, not willing to let him stew in guilt any longer.

"Me?" His eyes widen, and he just stares at you like you said something completely absurd.

It makes you sigh, "Yes, you. You obviously didn't like that girl making moves on you. Not to mention she blatantly insulted the hairstyle you were so proud of. You seemed upset after that so I thought it better to leave. That's all."

"Oh..." He looks down at the blanket with a slightly disappointed expression.

"What's wrong? Talk to me." You lift his head back up by his chin to meet your eyes once more. "I really did think it was cute you know? It may not be what other people think is pretty but I was happy to go out being styled by you. Not only did I love the effort you put into it but it was special because it was you who did it."

"It isn't really that... though it did make me a little sad to hear someone say that, all that really matters is that you liked it. I'm just a little... well.. it's not that I wanted you to be jealous or anything, but I just kinda assumed you were when you stepped in." He sighs and shakes his head. "It's stupid but I feel a little sad knowing it didn't bother you at all."

"I never said it didn't bother me." You chide. "It's just that the idea of you being uncomfortable or upset is a lot more important to me than any feelings I may have felt. But even so you're right that I wasn't jealous."

"....Why?" He inquires softly.

You smile warmly at his sensitive side most people don't see, "Cause I know you. It's not as if seeing her do that made me happy, obviously it sucks seeing a girl hit on your boyfriend. Especially in such a rude way like she did. But at the end of the day I know how you feel and I know you're not the kind of guy to humor another woman when you're in a committed relationship. No matter what the circumstances are." You tighten your hold on his hand, "I wasn't jealous because I trust you and have faith in our relationship."

He relaxes finally and leans his head against yours, closing his eyes. "Thank you, I needed to hear that. You're perfect."

"You're welcome baby. For the record though, I'm no saint or anything I totally wanted to punch her in the face. It just wasn't because I was jealous, I was mad she couldn't respect you enough to drop it when you said no and were visibly uncomfortable." You mean it too, few things piss you off more than people disrespecting your boyfriend and his free will.

"No, you're definitely perfect." His smile is slightly mischievous as he pulls away, reaching up to pet your head like an animal a moment later. The clumsy up-do is in the way and he messes it up even more while petting you.

Rather than fixing it you simply leave it alone and roll your eyes playfully at his words. "Perfect for you, maybe."

He laughs both at the nest he's made on your head and at your playful flirting, but despite the playful atmosphere he's genuine in his reply. "I love you, I'll only ever have eyes for you." His hold tightens around your waist and a soft laugh tumbles past your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

Your response is paired with looking into his eyes adoringly, "I already knew that, but it's comforting to hear you say it out loud." As soon as you end your sentence you playfully rub your nose back and forth against his like a bunny might, a habit you've picked up as a method of dealing with your overflowing affection for him.

He giggles cutely, blushing when he can't stop the sound from escaping. "God I love it when you do that."

"Mm?" You pull back only slightly to look at his sweet blushing face. "Why?"

"It's cute." He presses a kiss to the tip of your nose, then leans down. And just before pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss, he whispers. "You're cute."

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