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TEXTING SKZ ON UR PERIOD

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big thanks tew @jeongin-lvr for the idea luv u bae

cw: period, cursing, a lil angsty??? not rly

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{08:24AM}

It wasn't every morning that you woke up to see Chan in bed with you, so as such, you cherished every morning you got to open your eyes to the sight of him. The blanket only came up to his lower back, leaving his massive shoulders and toned back on display for you to admire as he slept on his stomach. He had one arm draped over your waist and the other hanging off the edge of the mattress, his back rising and falling with every breath he took. Seeing Chan sleep was a rarity in itself, you swore that the man just lived off of 5 minute naps and loud music blaring in his ears to keep him up.

As a result, you didn't dare to wake Chan up from the slumber he very clearly needed, and who knows what time he even arrived home that night? You didn't even feel him join you in bed, so it must have been quite late. Those were the nights he stopped by the dorm to get his rest, but the fact that he came to sleep in bed with you made your heart swell with joy...

You sit in silence as your fingers gently trail up and down the expanse of his body, taking in the ever so comforting warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. To your surprise, Chan began to stir and lift his head, startling you enough to make you flinch and lift your hand away. Chan turns his head to face you, allowing you to see his beautifully exhausted features, his eyes barely opening as his head falls back onto the pillow, "Why'd you stop...?"

His voice sounds an octave deeper than usual, but that was common when he was still half asleep, not to mention it made your heart skip a beat. You smile and lower your hand back down to his broad shoulders, rubbing comforting circles into the tense areas and gently as you could.

This earns a few moans of relief from Chan, who melts beneath your fingers and pulls you even closer to him. His hand that previously rested on your hip trails up to your lower back, resting there as he finally pried his eyes open. Chan's lips curl into that familiar, goofy smile as he rests his eyes on yours, "Mornin' baby..."

"Glad to see you fit me in your schedule, Mr. Bang~" You tease as your hand trails lower to continue rubbing out the knots in his back, and with every tough spot you touch, your sympathy grows stronger for your lover. He worked so hard for everything he had, and he could barely even care for himself as a result.

"M' course... always gotta make time to come home to my beautiful baby." He brings his free hand up to his face to rub the last of sleep out of his eyes. His words make your heart skip a beat, and it feels like your air has been stolen from your lungs.

"Home...? I'm home...?" You can't help to giggle, not because it's particularly funny, but because you've become giddy with joy. Chan thinks of you as home...

Chan peers up at you and smiles, closing the distance between you both as he yanks you down by your hip to lay with him, chest to chest. "You absolutely are... And I hate that I can't come back to you every night. I want that to change... but I want you to know that above all, you make me feel at home." He whispered and tucked some hair behind your ear, "Let me see that beautiful face of yours~" He begins to giggle as you press your face into the pillow, suddenly feeling shy due to his out of the blue flirting.

"Nuh uh, don't hide~" Chan takes your chin and lifts your head, leaning forward to press your lips to his own. You return the gesture and smile into the passionate kiss, your hands running up and down his bicep as he rolls over to lay on his back, pulling you to lay on top of him without breaking the kiss.

Mornings with Chan weren't frequent, but they were always worth the wait.

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Endless Adoration

❝ Mingyu has been irrevocably in love with you since he was in high school. He decides to keep this a secret until he can move on since you’ve only ever seen him as your best friend’s brother. However, his plan goes awry when you ask him to take your virginity and teach you about sex—as a friend, of course. ❞

PAIRING: kim mingyu x female reader

GENRE: best friends brother au, friends with benefits au, fluff, smut

WORD COUNT: 7.2k

WARNINGS: bestie’s brother!mingyu, virgin!reader, secret pining, suppressed feelings, discourse of how to pronounce caramel, mingyu is the textbook definition of down bad, loss of virginity, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, mirror sex, riding, squirting, multiple creampies, cum eating

A/N: this fic is my contribution to the fall season and part of the fall-ing for you collab! hope you all enjoy! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

It’s no secret that Mingyu is an affectionate man.

Acts of service and giving out his affection is his love language, and everyone knows it. Which is why no one really questions his behavior toward you. If he laughs a little too hard at something you said or always comes to your defense even when you’re wrong, it’s not really suspicious because he’s just a kind and gentle guy.

His little sister, however, does not see it that way.

Minseo knows her brother, and while he may be a walking green flag and a gentleman among beasts, he’s not that nice. Vernon argues that it’s only because you two are best friends that Mingyu treats you just a bit better than anyone else. It’s a viable argument, yet the little telltale signs point to Mingyu’s actions being more than common curtesy.

Like now as you’re arguing with Seungkwan during game night about the correct pronunciation of your favorite candy.

“It’s caramel.”

You scoff, eyebrows furrowed defiantly as you glare at Seungkwan. “No. It’s caramel.”

Vernon and Seokmin watch the exchange with amused smiles while Minseo watches her brother. He wears a similar expression, except there’s a subtle emotion in his eyes as he’s looking at you. It’s been there since you slapped down your last two Uno cards in repulsed shock when Seungkwan mispronounced caramel.

Ten minutes later, neither of you are willing to concede to the other and Mingyu still looks like a lovesick puppy.

“In what world is it caramel?” Seungkwan screeches, rising up from his spot on the couch.

“Mingyu.” You call suddenly. “Is it caramel or caramel?”

Two pair of heated eyes look over to him pointedly. The room goes silent as everyone waits for the answer that will possibly get you two to stop arguing. Minseo watches her brother carefully as he puts down his nearly empty beer bottle. The move seems casual, but she knows he does it to distract himself from the fact that you’re practically saying take my side.

“It’s caramel.”

“Ha!” You yell in victory, pointing a smug finger at a sulking Seungkwan. “I told you!”

Your friend’s pout is bitter. “That’s not fair! You only asked Mingyu because you know he’s going to agree with you no matter what!”

It’s true, and the rest of your giggling friends know it. Minseo doesn’t miss her brother’s bashful smile, and it makes her realize that there might actually be something deeper than just a crush. So she waits until all the guests leave to confront her brother about his not-so-subtle behavior.

“Is there something going on with you and Y/N?”

Now, her brother is naturally clumsy and pretty terrible at hiding his feelings, but Minseo didn’t expect him to drop all the board games he was carrying. He scrambles to pick up all the scattered pieces, pointedly looking at the ground and not up at her with a pout like he would’ve usually done.

“I—” He coughs awkwardly as he haphazardly shoves random pieces into the wrong boxes. “What are you talking about?”

It’s almost insulting that he thinks he can hide the truth from her. “I mean that I already know everything. So quit playing, and tell me how long this has been going on.”

Mingyu’s broad shoulders slump in defeat. He should’ve known that Minseo would find out (she had a knack for finding out everything), but he honestly didn’t expect her to find out this soon.

“Fine.” His tone is resigned as he puts the precariously stacked board games on the coffee table. “It’s true that I took Y/N’s virginity, but I swear that I only did it because she asked—”

“You what?”

His sister’s sharp tone makes him pause. Minseo’s mouth is dropped open and her eyes are almost popping out of her head. Belatedly, Mingyu realizes that his little sister is not referring to the favor you had asked him to do weeks ago. An uncomfortable chill goes down his spine.

Fuck.

You were going to kill him.

It’s not Mingyu’s fault.

When you came to him and asked him to teach you how to have sex, he was rendered powerless to your pretty eyes that shined with so much trust. He knows it’s wrong for him to take his little sister’s best friend’s virginity, but ever since you were kids, he’s never been able to tell you no. Years later, nothing has changed.

“Spread them wider, baby.” His voice rasps as his hands go to pry your thighs apart until he’s left with the sight of your glistening cunt.

Mingyu’s cock twitches at the sight of your pretty pussy. Fuck. You’re dripping in your own arousal, and all he’s done is kiss you and mark up a few places on your body. And yet, there’s already a messy web of arousal covering your puffy lips. His groan is deep and almost animalistic when he sees your pretty cunt clenching with need.

Minseo be damned, he was going to absolutely ruin you.

You mewl softly when Mingyu presses his middle and index fingers against your cunt to spread your lips apart. The heat from his fingers feels different from when you touch yourself. It feels so much better, and you have to bite your lip to stop the moans and whimpers from escaping like they want.

Your best friend’s brother has always been unfairly attractive, but he’s never looked hotter to you than he does now, licking his pink lips while looking at your pussy.

Mingyu glances up at you with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve really never done this before?”

The beefy puppy between your legs thinks he might actually come untouched when you pout at him. That exact look is what got him into this situation in the first place. Your adorable pout always brought him to his knees.

“Gyu.” You whine, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment. “You said you wouldn’t tease me.”

He loves when you call him that, and it takes everything in him to hold himself back from shoving his cock inside you and fucking you roughly like he wants. That would have to be for another time.

“I’m not, baby.” He assures you before he presses a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. “I just need to know how far I should take this.”

The frown you give him is oddly determined. “You said you’d teach me everything.”

Fuck.

Mingyu wonders if you actually know what you’re asking for, but then he has to remind himself that you’re only inexperienced, not stupid. You came to him because you trust him, and he wouldn’t ever betray that trust. If you happened to be uncomfortable with anything, he would stop right away. Though, it seems like you have no intentions of telling him to stop.

The soft moan you let out when Mingyu starts to gently toy with your dripping slit is like music to his ears. He thinks you can’t get any hotter, but then you buck your aching cunt into his hand as if to say get on with it. Ever powerless to your desires, Mingyu slips two fingers past your folds. He curls them experimentally, feeling your warm, wet cunt stretch around his long fingers. Just as he thought. Virgin tight.

“Fuck.” His growl is deep and has you clenching down on his fingers. “I need to taste you.”

Arousal is clouding your mind and making you feel drunk. The way Mingyu is looking at you like you’re the thing he’s wanted the most in the world has you gushing all over his fingers. His hot mouth latches on to your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. You cry out loudly as his fingers slowly start to fuck your hole, stretching you out to prepare you for his cock.

“Gyu!” You cry out as you arch you back, grinding your cunt into his face in search of release.

Your moans become broken when he forces his tongue into the tightness of your pussy. The groans he lets out makes you release more juices into his awaiting mouth. It’s almost embarrassing the way his room is suddenly full of the wet squelching sounds coming from your cunt, but you feel too good to actually care.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Mingyu groans into your sopping cunt. “You have the sweetest little cunt.”

All you can focus on is the way his tongue is fucking into you with a force that has you seeing stars. He runs his soft tongue along your aching folds skillfully until all you can do is cry out for him. Mingyu smirks into your folds, fingers slowly massaging deep inside you. The wanton cries you’re letting out make him scissor his fingers so you’ll be prepped enough to take his cock.

When you look down and see Mingyu’s pretty eyes looking up at you with unadulterated desire, the coil building in your stomach abruptly snaps. Mingyu moans along with you as you come all over his face. His cock twitches against the sheets when you keep rocking your hips to grind your cunt into his mouth. With a low groan, he keeps going, using his tongue to fuck you through your orgasm.

You’re a panting mess by the time he pulls away. His chin is covered in your release, and you briefly wonder how someone can be so fucking attractive. Mingyu licks his lips before he smashes them on yours. The taste of your own release makes you moan into his mouth, loving how his lips feel against yours.

You chase his lips when he suddenly pulls away. It’s almost cruel of him to laugh when you whine petulantly after he doesn’t give you what you want. But you can’t truly be mad. Not when it concerns Mingyu.

“Are you ready?”

Your attention is quickly drawn to his throbbing cock. He can’t deny the pleasure it gives him to see you gaping at it. It makes Mingyu think about the face you’ll make when he’s splitting you open.

“It’s...” Huge. You swallow nervously. “Will it fit?”

You can’t take your eyes off his monstrous dick. He’s stroking himself slowly, smearing the precum dribbling from his fat tip all over his veiny length. You can only watch in fascination like you’re in a trance, pussy clenching in desire. The only dicks you’ve ever seen are the ones from porn, but even those don’t compare to how thick and pretty Mingyu’s looks.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl.” Mingyu licks his lips, mind clouded with a lustful haze. “I’ll make it fit.”

The face you make when he uses your arousal to get his dick wet nearly makes him come right then and there. After years of fucking his fist to the thought of you, he finally has you underneath him looking more irresistible than ever.

“Ready, baby?” The pet name continues to fall from his lips so easily, and it’s making you unreasonably more horny than you already are. “Remember you can tell me to stop anytime.”

“Okay.” You breathe out in anticipation. Instead of being nervous, you’re just eager, and you know it’s because you’re doing this with Mingyu who actually cares about you.

Mingyu shudders in pleasure as he slowly sinks his leaking tip into your tight pussy. Your warm and wet and already gripping him so tightly that he wonders if he’ll come once he gets the rest of cock inside you. The choked gasp of pleasure you let out makes him throb with pride and arousal. Your pretty mouth is dropped open in a silent moan, and he has to swoop down to give you a sweet kiss.

You whimper into his mouth, starting to feel the stretch burn as he continues to slide in deeper. Mingyu pulls away to place tender kisses along your jaw, whispering into your heated skin about how good you’re taking him. A soft moan is pulled from your throat when he rubs gentle circles on your clit. It eases the sting, and soon enough pleasure cancels out the pain.

“G-Gyu.” You mewl as he finally bottoms out, heavy balls resting against your ass. “Fuck. Your cock is so big.”

Your fucked out whine makes his dick throb. Mingyu only offers you a shy chuckle, thumb still working your sensitive clit. Your hot cunt is pulsing and gripping him so tightly that he knows the slightest movement will have him busting inside you. And while that’s one thing he’s dreamed of for a long time, this was about your pleasure not his.

“Like it?” His voice is seductive and not teasing at all which just turns you on more. “Tell me, pretty girl. Let me hear you.”

His hips shift, and it makes his cock curve into your sweet spot that makes you arch your back. The moan you let out is louder this time, hips bucking in need. Your arousal is drenching his cock and spilling down to coat his heavy sack.

“Feels so fucking good, Gyu! Please move!” You whimper desperately as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Mingyu moans into your skin, hips moving upon your command. He starts to thrust in and out of your hot cunt with precise yet slow movements. His hands trail up to your bouncing tits, gently caressing and rubbing your hardened nipples. You moan again, turned on by how tenderly he’s touching you.

“Told you we’d make it fit, pretty.” His grin is so attractive that it makes you tighten impossibly and stain his cock with more cream.

Mingyu’s hips start to snap a little more desperately now. His cock seems to swell when he looks down to see how tightly you’re gripping him. Strings of arousal cling to your skin and his as he continues to stretch out your tight little cunt. His heavy balls slap against your ass as you continue to moan in pleasure.

“You’re dripping all over me, babe.” He grunts, feeling like he’s in heaven. “Am I making you feel that good?”

Just like outside the bedroom, Mingyu likes to be praised. Your heart swells with fondness, unable to believe how cute he can be even as he’s splitting you open on his cock. It makes you want to oblige him all the more.

“So fucking good, Gyu.” You moan wantonly as his cock continues to spear into you.

You’re sensitive, mewling and whining in pleasure as he snaps his hips at the perfect speed and intensity. Mingyu lets out a deep groan when your thighs start to quiver. Your eyes are rolling back as his cock keeps slamming against your sweet spot, and he’s enjoying every second of it.

“God, you’re pretty.” Mingyu moans as you squeeze his cock tighter. “Prettiest little thing ever.”

Your entire body heats up, and you can’t help but pull him down for a passionate kiss. Mingyu moans into your mouth. His soft lips move against yours with a need that makes you ravenous. You start to meet his thrusts, eager for more of him.

The sound of wet skin slapping fills the room, and you don’t ever want it to end. Mingyu’s mouth, hands, and cock are too addicting for you to ever want anything else. With the way his throbbing dick keeps fucking into you desperately, you’re pretty sure the feeling is mutual.

When he reluctantly pulls away from your sweet lips, he trails wet kisses down to your neck. You moan out his name when you feel him start to mark you up. The ache in his cock grows when he feels your nails dig into his shoulders. Your sensual moans of his name sounds like music to his ears, and he knows he’ll be fucking his hand to the memory often.

Your orgasm is close, the coil in the pit on your stomach on the verge of snapping. All it takes is for his long fingers to smooth over your wet clit, rubbing fast circles on the sensitive bud for you to come undone. Your back arches off the mattress as you gush all over his cock with a loud cry of Mingyu’s name.

The erotic and breathtaking sight of you coming on his cock is something that leaves him breathless. It’s all Mingyu needs for his own orgasm to rip through him. He stills with a low groan of your name. You can feel his cock pulsate inside you as he shoots thick ropes of cum into your pussy. The two of you are moaning and whimpering as your walls spasm around his aching cock.

“That’s it, baby.” Mingyu moans as he rolls his hips to fuck you through both your highs.

You’re whimpering in pleasure, milking him for every last drop of cum he has. The way he fucks it back into you makes you feel delirious with pleasure, and your cunt gets tighter with need at the thought of doing it all over again.

Mingyu holds you close as you both pant—spent and satisfied. He gently coos at you, sweetly caressing your face as he keeps his cum plugged inside you with his still-throbbing cock.

“How was it, baby?” He wonders, big puppy dog eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You wrap your arms around his muscular back, bringing a hand up to gently play with his hair. The gentle hum you let out eases his worries. “You were amazing.”

The smile he gives you is bright and makes your chest jerk with affection. Mingyu gently caresses your body, telling you how good you were for him. It makes you burn for him all over again.

Before you can convince him to fuck you again, he gets up and goes into the bathroom. You watch curiously as he brings back a wet towel. It’s warm against your skin as he starts to clean you up. The act is somehow more intimate than him stuffing you full of cum, but you don’t hate it.

Once he’s done, he gets back into bed with you. It takes you by surprise when he pulls you on top of him. Mingyu caresses your naked back, basking in the feeling of your weight on him. His heart jumps when he feels you start to trace small patterns on his chest.

“Can we do that again?” Your voice is coy, and he really fucking loves it.

“Yes.” He promises. “I’ll order some takeout for us first then we can do it again. Unless you want to do it now.”

You stay silent for a moment before nuzzling your face his sculpted chest. With your eyes closed, you let out a content sigh. “Let’s just stay like this for a little while.”

Mingyu caresses your head with a love stricken smile you can’t see. “Okay.”

In retrospect, Minseo should’ve realized it sooner.

The signs were there—have always been there, apparently. It’s almost embarrassing that it took her so long to realize something was going on. Especially when she thinks back to the annual camping trip that took place a week ago.

It started off like all the other trips, except Mingyu insisted that you drive with him since he wouldn’t subject you to being a third wheel to his sister and Vernon. This was only the start of Mingyu’s unwarranted clinginess toward you. Minseo didn’t think too much of it because no one liked being the third wheel, and her brother always has a way of guilt tripping like no one’s business.

The campground looks beautiful covered in hues of red and yellow. Mingyu has brought along his camera and is already taking pictures and candids of everyone setting up their space. He especially captures some of you taking in the beautiful autumn scenery. You always looked so pretty when you had a look of awe and wonder on your face.

“I didn’t see you taking that many pictures of me.” Seungcheol teases as he peeks at the camera screen Mingyu is smiling fondly at.

His friend’s neck burns, and before he can think to say anything back, your voice grabs his attention. Seungcheol snickers quietly. It’s this simple action that Minseo’s attention again.

“Gyu.” You whine, holding up the tent you brought in frustration. “Help me.”

Her helpful brother goes over to you immediately like a puppy being called by its owner. Minseo should’ve thought more about the way he hands over his prized possession to Seungcheol like it’s nothing. The smitten smile he directs at you doesn’t seem that way to her in the moment, but again—hindsight.

Mingyu’s tone is playful as he asks you what you need. You don’t answer him because in the next second he tells you to follow the instructions in spite of the fact that he’s already starting to put the sticks together to actually lift the tent off the ground. Mingyu goes on to say that you should’ve gotten a smaller, one-person tent instead of a large dome tent big enough to fit five people inside.

“The guy at the store told me it would be easy to set up!” You whine with a frown. “And it’s not my fault the instructions are impossible to understand.”

Mingyu’s laughter is full of affection and adoration. He shakes his head fondly as he continues to build your tent for you. “You need to learn how to do these sorts of things.”

“Why? That’s why I have you.”

Once again, she should’ve thought more about the bashful look on Mingyu’s face and the way his ears and neck turned red. Instead, she chose to make sure that Vernon was setting up their own tent correctly because she had also bought one very similar to yours.

By the time everyone has their tents set up, the sun is starting to set. Mingyu helps Seungcheol start the fire while everyone else helps prepare the snacks and drinks.

The vibe is peaceful as you all settle around the fire. Mingyu claims the spot next to you, and you’re all too happy to have him by your side. It goes unnoticed, but now the image is clear in Minseo’s memories.

“Here.”

You look over to see Mingyu handing you a stick with a perfectly roasted marshmallow at the end of it. Maybe it’s the way the setting sun hits face or maybe it’s the fact that he was careful not to burn the marshmallow since you didn't like that. Either way your chest throbs with something you’re sure is not appropriate to feel for your best friend’s brother.

“Thanks, Gyu.” You smile at him before you start making your s’mores.

The night progresses like this, with Mingyu roasting your marshmallows and you happily making the s’mores. Vaguely, you wonder if it’s right to keep doing this with him. He’s so sweet and attentive that sometimes this line you’ve drawn gets blurry. The worst part is that you don’t mind if that line isn’t clear because being with Mingyu is like having a cup of hot cocoa when it’s cold—comforting and appealing.

For now, you decide to enjoy the moment. Evaluating feelings and this deep affection you feel would have to wait.

Fall has always been a special time for Mingyu. The leaves always change to beautiful red and golden colors, the weather turns the kind of crisp that’s invigorating, and it’s a time when family gets together. And possibly the most important reason: it’s the season when he met you.

He was only nine years old when you two met. It was a random autumn day meant to uphold the lifetime tradition of his parents taking him and Minseo to the pumpkin patch. Picking out pumpkins was something he looked forward to all year because it was a time where his entire family was together.

Mingyu vividly remembers being caught by surprise when his sister brought along an unexpected guest. She was holding the hand of a girl with a solemn expression that was a great contrast to her own bright one. Minseo cheerfully introduced the unknown girl as her best friend. You had offered him a barley-there wave that had him wondering how his sunshine of a sister could possibly like someone so closed off.

It was a misconception on his part because on the car ride to the pumpkin patch, he realizes his sister couldn’t have found a better friend. Minseo talks possibly more than he does, but you listened to every word attentively, like actually listen. Also, you offered her (and Mingyu after some shy contemplation) the snacks in your bag.

Your overly cautious attitude reminded Mingyu of his cousin’s unfriendly cat. Trying to get you to open up was a challenge, but you slowly started to warm up to him as the evening went on. He truly won you over after he offered to carry the heavy pumpkin you chose. The unsure pout you directed at him was adorable, and his heart just soared when you quietly thanked him.

“Here.” You huffed out, feeling embarrassingly shy as you stuck out your small hand.

Mingyu’s grin soothed the bashfulness. He thanked you for the candy you gave him, claiming that the caramel you put in his hand is his favorite.

Looking back on it, that was the first time you tugged on his heartstrings.

Of course, it was completely innocent back then. There was no way you could’ve known that Mingyu held on to that piece of candy for as long as he could until he forgot it in a pair of pants that his mom threw in the washer. Nor could you have known that as you two got older, it killed him just a little bit every time you referred to him as Minseo’s older brother.

These feelings don’t make sense in his mind, but it all becomes clear to him the fall of his junior year.

Just like all those years ago, you found yourself at the pumpkin patch. Except this time you don’t have either of the Kim siblings by your side. Minseo was hanging out with her almost-boyfriend and of course Mingyu hadn’t joined you two at the pumpkin patch for years now. You weren’t uncomfortable being alone, but it did feel odd picking out a pumpkin without Minseo inspecting it to make sure you picked one suited for carving.

In your lonely search, you meet Lee Chan. He too had been left alone after his friends went off with their respective partners. What you don’t realize is that your resident puppy boy is watching this kindred meeting from afar. Unbeknownst to you, Minseo had texted her older brother asking him to keep you company because she still felt sorry for leaving you alone.

At the time, Mingyu can’t explain why his chest feels strangely heavy. It feels like he can’t approach you despite knowing you wouldn’t be unhappy to see him. So he doesn’t even though it’s arguably one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do. Later that night, his mom helps him come to the conclusion that this icky feeling is none other than petty jealousy.

As a teenage boy who loved his little sister more than anything, this realization was devastating. It was very likely that Minseo would be upset if she ever found out her brother had a crush on her best friend. The fear of what would happen if his feelings ever came to light was the reason Mingyu decided to keep it a secret.

After all, it was just a small, harmless crush.

Unfortunately for Mingyu, this teeny tiny crush soon blossomed into something more intense that he’s not ready to acknowledge. Time goes by, and yet his feelings haven’t gone away even when he starts to date. It makes him feel icky, and most likely the reason why none of his relationships ever last.

When it’s time for him to leave for college, he thinks that maybe he can move on. Only, you never give him that chance.

“Why don’t you ever bring enough clothes?”

It might seem like Mingyu is scolding you, but he’s actually only worried that you seem to value fashion over practicality. Your heart jumps when he takes off the scarf he’s wearing to put it around you, making sure it covers your neck and looks pretty with the outfit you’ve chosen. He doesn’t seem to notice that your eyes shine with endearment as he adjusts it to cover your mouth.

“Come on.” He absentmindedly grabs your hand, not realizing his touch is making your heart pound. “The cafe is only open for another hour.”

Mingyu had insisted that this new cafe had drinks to die for. So he waited until you got off work to go with you together. You’re glad his scarf covers the lower half of your face because you’re sure every single emotion you feel for him would be very obvious as he hands you a warm cup.

Walking in silence with Mingyu isn’t ever uncomfortable, but it does leave you to contemplate how you’re going to confess to him. He’s been nothing but sweet to you, and you hope he won’t be upset at your sudden feelings since you’re the one who insisted the sex between you two would be strictly platonic.

“What are you thinking so hard about?”

It kills you that Mingyu can look so pretty while he’s tilting his head at you curiously. You let out a nervous breath. It was now or never.

“You told Minseo you took my virginity.”

The air goes still, and you feel like smacking yourself because that’s not at all what you were planning to say—not like that, anyway. Mingyu’s eyes practically pop out of his head as he feels a blush crawl up his neck and suffuse throughout his face. You don’t seem angry, but he can’t really tell with his scarf covering your face.

“I’m sorry!” He rushes. “I didn’t mean to, but—”

“I’m not mad.” You assure him with a laugh.

“You’re not?”

“No.” You let out a fond laugh. “And Minseo isn’t either.”

Before Mingyu can fully process your words, you crush him with a hug. His eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you and press himself closer to you.

“I like you, Mingyu.” You confess, feeling like your heart is on the verge of exploding. “I like you so much.”

He stills in your arms. Slowly, he pulls away to look at your face. His expression is one of pure shock, and before you can brace yourself for any kind of rejection, Mingyu is kissing you.

The movements of his soft lips are needy and full of undeniable want. You moan into his mouth, returning his kiss with just as much vigor. It all feels like a wonderful dream, especially when you whisper against his lips that you want to go back to your place.

If this is a dream, Mingyu wishes it could go on forever.

Having you kneeled between his parted thighs, worshipping his cock in the exact way he’s shown you how has him coming apart quickly. You’re slobbering all over him, saliva slipping down the sides of his dick to lubricate him.

“Fuck, Gyu. You have the prettiest cock ever.” You gush, entire body hot with arousal and want.

The way he actually blushes as you praise him has your cunt dripping with more juices. You can’t wait to wreck him and have him writhing in pleasure. His cock is throbbing as you continue to lick and stroke him with your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his leaking tip, licking into the slit which causes him to let out a guttural groan. The moans you let out run through the length of his dick in the most pleasurable way.

Mingyu feels completely fucked out at this point. He can’t believe how good you’ve gotten at sucking his cock. And now, he’s going to be the only man to experience what that pretty little mouth can do.

“Y/N, fuck.” He cries out as his orgasm abruptly hits.

As always, Mingyu looks absolutely breathtaking when he comes. His mouth is dropped open as a pretty blush covers his entire face. Dark eyes are unfocused and dazed as he keeps releasing thick ropes of cum into your mouth. The way you keep pumping and sucking him to squeeze more cum out of him is starting to make him tremble.

You pull off his cock with a satisfied grin. Mingyu’s chest is heaving as you go to straddle him.

“Wait!” He pants out, slowly coming out of his euphoric bliss. “It’s your turn—”

“I want you to fuck me now.”

Mingyu groans when he feels your creamy folds slide over his twitching cock. “But I really want to taste you.”

He’s so cute, you think as your cunt leaks with arousal. You hum in pleasure as you rub your aching cunt over the length of his dick. His fat tip is enveloped between your warm lips every time you grind forward while his heavy sack is slowly getting soaked with your arousal.

“Tell you what, puppy. After you fill me up with your cum I’ll let you eat it out of me, okay?”

You feel his cock throb at your words as your cream covers him entirely. Mingyu nods cutely, and that’s all you need to grab his pulsing cock. He’s hot and heavy in your hand as you tease him by circling his tip against your slick entrance.

Mingyu moans loudly when you sink down. A choked whimper is forced out of him as you take him entirely, puffy lips brushing against his pelvis. His thick veins drag against your hot walls deliciously until his heavy balls are flush against your ass. It’s like all the air is being shoved out of your body to make room for his cock.

“God, Y/N. I need you to move. Please.”

You slowly grind on his cock, juices dripping down to his big balls and making a mess all over him. It’s probably really hard for him not to fuck his cock up into you, and it really turns you on that he’s trying so hard. You can tell he’s on the verge of breaking. Literally you can feel it. His cock keeps throbbing inside you like it’s on the verge of exploding.

“Show me what I’ve taught you, baby.” His voice is sultry and tempting—something you can’t say no to.

Immediately, you start to gyrate your hips. You two moan in sync as your pussy clenches tightly on his cock. Mingyu sucks on his bottom lip, completely beginning to lose his composure. His hands go to your waist, slowly guiding you as his imploring eyes gaze up at you with unmatched desire.

“Fuck, Gyu!” You cry out. “You’re so deep!”

The sound of your pleased cry, Mingyu starts to move his hips to thrust up into you. He groans lowly because it feels like his aching cock is hitting the hilt of your sopping pussy. Your soft hands smooth over his naked torso, crying out his name as you feel every inch of his muscular chest.

“Mmmh, pretty girl.” Mingyu hums in pleasure as his big hands smooth down your body to grab your ass. “Fucking my cock just right. Feels so fucking good.”

When he starts to kiss and suck on your neck as his cock spears into you, the coil in your stomach snaps. You moan his name loudly as you come all over his dick. Loud squelching fills the room as he continues to bounce you on his lap. His thickness is stretching you deliciously, the unmistakable sound of his heavy balls smacking against your ass mixing in with your moans of pleasure.

Mingyu fucks into you a few more times before you feel his hot, thick cum spurt inside you. His euphoric moan is as pretty as ever, and you can’t help but move your hips to fuck him through his high.

You sag against him, and it’s silent for a moment until you bring your lips to his ear. “I want more of your cum, puppy.”

That’s how you find yourself on your side with Mingyu behind you. Your back is pressed against his beefy chest as he lifts your leg up to expose your soiled cunt to the cool air. He nuzzled his nose into your neck before he trails it up to your cheek. Your body shivers as his arm breath fans against your ear.

“Watch how your pretty pussy stretches open for me.”

You wonder what he means until his other hand lifts up your chin delicately to look at the full body mirror he bought for you a week ago after you told Minseo you wanted it. His fat cock is teasing your entrance, and the filthy sight makes your cunt flutter in need.

Without a word of warning, Mingyu thrusts his thick dick inside you, heavy sack flush against your creamy cunt. You whine out in pleasure, feeling completely full and stuffed to the brim. It’s impossible to look away from the mirror because you can see how tightly your pussy is gripping him.

Mingyu’s cock throbs inside you as his skin tingles with desire. He starts to thrust slowly. The lewd wet sound coming from your cunt is erotic as it fills your room. You moan again when the hand that isn’t spreading you open comes up to play with one of your tits. The sensations of his cock hitting your sweet spot while his fingers pinch and pull on your erect nipple have you close again.

If you weren’t so drunk on the pleasure Mingyu’s throbbing cock is providing you with, you’d tell him to let you record because the sight of him doing you like this is one you want to remember forever. His thrusts start to pick up as your moans get louder. He’s groaning into your ear as his fat tip slams against your cervix.

Mingyu pounding into you while in this positions feels like he’s tearing your pretty little pussy apart. He messily kisses your jaw as start to tremble in his hold, grunting when you tighten around him once again like you’re trying to milk him.

“You look so pretty like this, baby.” Mingyu’s moan is low, but you hear it perfectly. “Sweet little pussy was made to take my cock.”

Your eyes roll back as you whimper out a nearly incoherent agreement. So lost in pleasure, you don’t realize your second orgasm is one thrust away.

“Mingyu!” You moan as your orgasm hits.

Juices spurt out obscenely and cover his entire cock and the sheets bellow you. Mingyu groans as he holds your legs wide open. He keeps fucking your messy cunt as you squirt all over him. All you can make out in your euphoric haze is Mingyu calling you pretty while his twitching cock keeps ramming deep into you.

“Fill me up.” You manage to mewl out as you turn your head to give him a sloppy kiss.

Mingyu moans into your mouth, thrusting into you deeply before he stills. He forces his tongue into your mouth as he floods your sloppy cunt with his cum. You swallow each others moans as he stuffs you full to the point where you can feel it leak out of you. The feeling of his cock pulsing inside you is one of your favorite feelings which is why you’re eager to feel it at least one more time.

It’s why Mingyu is quick to put you into a different position, your legs pressed into your chest as he rams his aching cock inside you once again. Your fucked out eyes are the prettiest, and he knows that he’ll never get tired of that stare. He loves how your gaze never loses the affection you feel for him. It makes him feel like you’ll never leave him.

“You feel so good, Gyu.” You whimper as his big cock spears into you.

Mingyu roughly pounds into your ruined cunt, not holding back since he’s determined to fill you up one last time. His cock throbs as your mouth drops open in a silent scream. Your pretty mewls and whines mix in perfectly with the sound of skin slapping. It only makes him fuck you harder.

His dick forces out an obscene amount of juices from your fluttering pussy. Mingyu is so deep that it almost feels like he’s in your guts. You always feel so full when he fucks you like this, and all you can feel is bolts of euphoria dancing across your skin.

“Come for me, pretty.” Mingyu urges sweetly as he hooks your legs over his shoulders. “Come all over my cock and cover me with your sweet cream.”

Somehow he feel just as deep from this angle. He keeps railing your tight cunt, splitting you open to fully claim you as his. Your senses go into overdrive when he slips his fingers down to your puffy clit to rub gentle circles. At this point you’re trembling beneath him, all thoughts gone as he thrust harder and deeper inside you.

Mingyu’s eyes are locked on the way your tight pussy swallows his thick cock. The way your cream covers him completely make him more ravenous. He’s hitting your spongy spot with mastered precision, and it only takes a few more thrusts for the coil in your stomach to snap.

Your moan is pornographic as your walls contract and your juices squirt out everywhere. Mingyu’s pace doesn’t falter as you cover him with your orgasm. He groans loudly, loving how you can only seem to chant his name.

“God, you look pretty when you come on my cock. So pretty. Every. Fucking. Time.” His words break off into a guttural groan that bounces off of the walls.

Hot streams of his seed flood your insides, stuffing you full until the white pours out from around the thickness of his cock. Mingyu slowly releases your legs and goes to give you a passionate kiss. His hips move slowly as he fucks his cum back into you. With one last peck he pulls away and slowly eases his cock out of your messy pussy.

You moan again when he suddenly starts to lap up the mess between your legs. You’re too fucked out to stop him. That, and you did say he could eat his cum out of your pussy after you were done (plus it just feels so fucking good). He licks and sucks on your clit until there’s nothing left to lap up.

When he crawls back up your body, your insides clench at the erotic sight of him licking his lips. “So fucking sweet.”

You pull him down for another kiss. The taste of you two mixed together is so filthy yet so addicting that you have to lick every inch of his mouth. Mingyu pulls you flush against him as he continues to kiss you like he never wants to breath again.

Minutes later, you two are still in your bed, cuddling and unwilling to separate from each other.

“This feels like a dream.” Mingyu sighs into your hair.

You hum, running your finger tips along his biceps. “It’s not a dream. I really do adore you, Kim Mingyu.”

He buries his face in your neck, mumbling into your heated skin that the adoration he has for you is endless.

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I don’t get this… since when do people feel so entitled to tell writers what to write?? like nobody forced you to read the work this author created, I saw it and it clearly said that the reader has certain attributes (small boobs in this case). if you feel uncomfortable about that then DON’T READ IT. I thought that things like this are obvious but apparently some people on this app are seriously out of it. as a person who also has bigger boobs I skipped this work respectfully (lol) as everyone else should do if you don’t feel like reading a certain content.

you don’t have the right to tell the writer what to create. you don’t have the right to make everything about yourself.

many authors write fics featuring the reader with attributes similar to those they have, often about stuff they feel insecure about (including me) and you don’t ever have the right to walk in there and invalidate their experience and writing just because something like that translates to you as a personal attack (which seems freaking ridiculous to me).

daily reminder to GO TOUCH SOME GRASS, people.

no because some people make everything about themselves. i wrote the last imagine because i have small boobs and i wanted other girls with small boobs to feel valid because 90% of fics mention big boobs. and still i get hate because "i have big boobs and ur fic made me feel uncomfortable." yeah, scroll down and you can find a fic with big boobs. some people were respectful and asked me if i have any fics that feature big boobs and i have. but others just had to yap about nonsense. when i see a fic that features big boobs,i still read it because it's nice to imagine having big boobs. so maybe u can read it without commenting too.

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LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD (18+!)

Day 12 of CHRISTMAS EVEL (12/12/22) // SKZ members as fairytales

SYNOPSIS: After your mother’s death you’re doomed to stay at your evil relatives. So, you hide in the forest – until someone else claims to own it.

GENRE: fluff, smut, angst, fairytale!au, historical!au

WORD COUNT: 5.8K

CONTENT INFO: chan x afab reader, chan is referred to as chris in the entire story, based on the plot of Little Red Riding Hood but veeeery vaguely

CONTENT WARNING: mention of death, abusive family members, reader gets slapped in the face by family member once, generally just shitty relatives, social concept of virginity and general sexist ideas about womanhood and marriage, mention of pregnancy, mention of war, mention of arranged marriage

SMUT WARNING: virgin!chan, virgin!reader, fingering, oral (f receiving), piv, unprotected sex (pls don't be stupid), creampie, praise kink, breeding kink, name calling (angel, darling)

SERIES MASTERLIST

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It was predictable. She’s been sick for so long, already preparing you for what’s inevitable but still, it surprised you when your mother passed away, leaving you alone in this house that’s more of a hut. She knew there’s no way you will make it through the next winter alone with this little money to renovate anything.

That’s what she’s written in her legacy. Your mother has never expressed it but sometimes you wondered if you were the bigger burden for her, still living with her at the age of twenty, unmarried and not planning to. But you’ve dedicated your life to care for her, make her last moments on this earth somewhat enjoyable.

She has always thanked you for it, you know that. Well, maybe that’s why it surprised you that much, that she’s also written in her legacy, you should stay at her sister’s place.

Even though they were siblings, your mother only knew half of the truth when it came to your aunt. A woman a few years older than your mother, traumatised and growing toxic over the years because she was never loved by her parents the same way your mother was.

Whenever you’ve visited her – after your mother told you since she wasn’t able anymore in the last stages of her illness – she talked bad about her sister, waiting for her death so she can have the few things your little family still owns.

It rips your heart into a thousand pieces, simply thinking about it and the actual situation is even worse. Even though you’ve sworn from a young age not to, the idea of getting married to some random man has crossed your mind more often than you would have liked since you came to her place.

That’s what brings you to the woods to be more precise. You’re escaping real life, you’re escaping her and you’re escaping the memories of your mother that always come back whenever you look at her sister, realising your aunt owns the exact same face like her.

The relationship to your cousin could be expected to be more secure, more familiar but it isn’t. You’ve tried to rescue her from the claws of your aunt but the older she gets the more she turns into a tragic of her own mother. 

Apart from that, she’s never approached you either – you’ve been here for some weeks now and all the work around the house that needs to be done is thrown at you, while they’re busy putting their feet up on the couch table, watching you prepare breakfast, lunch and dinner. By now you’re their personal servant.

And in addition to that, your aunt sends you to the market once a week, waiting for you to bring back groceries, not caring at all that you have to conquer the dark woods in order to get back. You’re convinced, she’s just waiting for something to happen to you.

At first, the forest was a dark place to you – as quickly as possible you’ve tried to get back to the little cottage every week, but at some point you realised it’s less dangerous than being at your so-called home. That’s why it’s become your personal safe haven.

Another Thursday arrives and once you’ve got everything purchased from the market, you stroll back home but today you decide to take your precious time, inhaling the scents of the forest and the little sunbeams creeping their way through treetops make you hopeful again.

Sitting down on a log, you take a deep breath, thanking Mother Nature for the surroundings she’s sharing with you and when a ladybug starts crawling on top of your basket, you get reminded of better days, of a secure childhood and a life that’s enjoyable.

“Excuse me? This is my property, Ms,” a male voice awakens you, coming from behind your back. Turning around, you look at him for the first time – most definitely your age, black curls hiding his forehead and lips so kissable you promise to pray at least twice a day for the next few days to make up for those intrusive thoughts.

“Sorry, Sir, I didn't know.” A warm smile erupts on his face and you’re unsure if he’s actually trustable or just pretending, after all you’re the one invading his space. Not on purpose – but since you’re alone in the woods you don’t want to test this stranger’s patience.

“It’s alright. Did you get lost?” He asks. “N-No, just taking a break here.” The man eyes your basket, witnessing the ladybug still exploring the material from the outside. “Aren’t you cold? That red coat of yours seems a bit thin.” The question surprises you and you’re not sure what to think of him being so straightforward.

“Yes, I am a bit cold, to be frank, but I don’t want to go home if I’m honest.” His facial expression gets filled with empathy, as he replies, “Do you want to come inside and maybe have a warm tea?”

You’re not supposed to go with strangers under any circumstances ever. That’s what your mother has told you from a young age. But what happens, when the places and people who should represent comfort turn against you? What happens, when the world is already upside down?

Right, we make decisions we probably shouldn’t. So you follow him. Besides that, he seems to be the around same age as you, instantly making you feel a little less scared. 

His little hut is cramped but cozy, featuring a fireplace and a comfortable sofa which he offers for you to sit down. “Do you like chamomile?” You nod at his question, forcing a smile on your face, as you still feel insecure about the whole situation.

He senses it, already turning around on his feet again, “Oh, god, I’m so sorry– my name is Chris.” A pretty name. “I’m Y/N,” you reply. A few minutes later he hands you a cup of hot herbal tea and the scents immediately help your tensed muscles and mind relax.

Your red robe now thrown on the coat hanger, Chris admires the fabric, thinking about the fact you’re wearing such a bright and noticeable colour while going through the woods alone. It makes him chuckle.

“So, who are you running away from little lamb?” Chris says, as he takes the seat next to you, still making sure to leave a respectful space between both your bodies. “Family or the people who pretend to be my close ones.”

There it is again – the empathic look on his face, indicating he’s not one of the evil but the good ones. “Do you feel comfortable elaborating?” And so you do, you begin from the very start, including every tiny detail of your current situation and at one point you swear you see some tears pricking on Chris’s lower lash line.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know what it’s like to lose your loved ones,” he confesses, his head falling down, gaze now fixated on his fidgeting fingers in his lap. “What happened?” 

He takes a deep breath and after that another one, exhaling the air in a loud sigh, “My whole family died in the war and my former fiancé married someone else when she found out about it. I don’t blame her though.”

Your mouth falls agape and you realise there are no words in the whole world that would do him justice, that could comfort him, but you try, “Chris, I am so sorry.”

“Why? It’s not your fault. It’s okay, it’s been a few years and I’ve lost all joie de vivre at this point anyway. That’s why I barely go out and just stay here in the forest. No surprise they call me the lonely wolf.”

Your breath hitches – too many information circling inside your heads at once, it’s getting more and more deafening with every second. It can’t be – he can’t be.

“Y-You’re the wolf?” Your mother has warned you about him, your aunt and cousin have made fun of him since he’s been a public topic in your little village.

Chris chuckles about your slight nervousness, “I am not, that’s just what people call me, there’s a difference, little lamb.” You believe your heart stops when listening to his word – it’s a mantra you live by, a mindset you’ve learned to hold on to since you’ve been a teenager, begging your mother not to marry you to an older man.

People have talked bad about you back then and they still do now, telling you you’re worthless in your womanhood and the fact you’re already twenty and haven’t granted a child to your husband makes everything worse. People have said the worst words about you, telling everyone that men would turn you down or even calling you a prostitute and forgetting about the fact you have had no intimate moments with a man in your life before.

“But– Then why are you calling me a lamb then?” You ask him, not quite understanding why he’s contradicting himself here.

“Like I said,” he explains, “you are who you intend to be, not what people say about you. And I assume lamb fits you a lot – you’re adorable but a little naïve.” Another chuckle escapes his lips and he doesn’t fight it.

“Naïve?”

He gets a bit closer now, tilting his head, “Hm, you didn’t even ask for my name before entering my home.” You giggle now, too, hiding your mouth behind the palm of your hand. “You just seemed trustworthy but I see how this makes me seem naïve.”

A comfortable silence fills the small room for a few seconds and it’s the first time you have the chance to admire his beautiful features. The curls are still decorating his forehead gorgeously, his dimples instantly becoming your favourite part of his face. And those dark brown eyes – god, you could fall into an endless circle of daydreams just by looking at them.

“Do you want more tea?” Chris asks, hoping in the dim light the blush on his face isn’t noticeable. With the way you’ve been admiring him, he couldn’t help himself but get a little insecure. After all, you’re the most alluring human being he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“Oh– I– god, I should probably get home. But thank you so much for inviting me, Chris.” He gets up first, leading the way to the door. “I will bring you home, okay?” Looking at him in disbelief, you can’t manage to let out a sound. “It’s dark already, I won’t let you go home alone, little lamb.”

The walk is silent but comforting and thanks to a second coat – made out of fur – he’s given you, you’re not freezing cold anymore, warming from the inside because of the butterflies in your stomach flying around with no ending in sight.

An unfamiliar feeling – your mother has told you about it but until now you were only able to dream, to imagine and you would be lying if the sole idea of romance hasn’t been a huge factor for you to constantly turn down arranged proposals.

“Whenever you feel like it, just visit me, okay? I’m just a few steps away, little lamb.”

♡

The sound of rattling ceramic hitting the wooden floor, a loud high pitch voice and a hand colliding with your cheek – the stinging sensation spreads across your skin and once the prickly feeling subsides, you look at her again.

“Where have you been?!” 

Your sniffles echo through the room and in the corner of your eyes you witness your cousin standing there, her arms crossed in front of her chest, judging you in the distance. 

“Say something,” you beg her.

“That’s your own fault, Y/N,” your cousin says, turning around on her feet and disappearing in the bedroom. 

“One task, you get one task,” your aunt starts shouting, back at her increased volume again, “to purchase goods from the market and you only get back when the sun is down?”

“I’m so sorry, please forgive me.”

♡

Of course, you didn’t actually feel sorry for your actions or her being disappointed in you – you’ve lost the last molecule of empathy for that woman years ago. You’ve simply apologised so that she would stop hitting you and screaming through the whole house.

So, without learning from your previous mistakes, the next Friday you find yourself in the forest again, patiently waiting in front of Chris’s front door, unsure if you should knock or rather go home instead.

“Little lamb, I’ve been waiting for you,” he says, once he’s opened the door, allowing you to enter. “Chamomile tea again?” You nod at his question and take a seat on the sofa, the place reserved for you with a blanket – the same colour as your bright coat.

“What’s going on in the little head of yours?” Chris asks, handing you the hot cup of tea but telling you to be careful, so you don’t burn your lips – his heartbeat increases for a second by the thought of them and his greatest wish to lay his own against them.

“I really wanted to come back earlier again, I swear, but my aunt– she’s– a lot.” He understandingly nods, deciding to place his hand on yours. The gesture surprises you first, makes your heart do a weird jump but you welcome it nonetheless. Chris makes you feel secure like no one else does.

It’s so unfair – the way the people in the village speak about him, what they think of him without knowing his background story. For you, he’s not some lone wolf, he’s your hero, your knight and prince at once. 

And that’s how the weeks go on, Fridays are reserved for Chris and you’re glad the occasions prior you’ve taken your time at the market, making it easier now to stay at his place since your aunt always expects you to come back in the afternoon anyway. 

At one point, he even accompanies you to the town, helping you with his surprising skills when it comes to trading and haggling. Sometimes the people there even mistake you for a young married couple, asking you if there’s already a child on the way whenever they see the amount of food you purchase – unaware of the fact most of it lands inside the belly of your aunt.

But nonetheless, it makes Chan’s cheeks blush in the prettiest shade of red you’ve ever seen, matching the colour of the coat you’re always wearing, the coat he adores so much on you. 

“Maybe we should really get married, little lamb,” he half jokingly says one day, whispering the words so softly in your ear, you almost don’t catch them, all while you’re waiting at one of the booths at the market, purchasing some honey. 

Carrying your bags, he leads the way back to his little house, allowing you to enter first, before he already hurries to the kitchen to get the tea ready – your shared personal ritual. Inhaling the scent of chamomile automatically brings you comfort these days and Chris senses it by the way the muscles in your face relax, whenever you take a sip.

“You look beautiful like this, you know,” he says out of a sudden and you can already feel your blood rise up to your head, making your face heat up in slight embarrassment. “Like what?” 

“Just in general, you’re always astonishing, Y/N.”

You believe it’s the first time he’s ever called you by your name and it makes you wonder, why he does it. “I really mean it, no need to get shy. It’s just– I’ve been the shy one for way too long,” he says but you can’t quite put his words into a coherent meaning.

“What do you mean by that?” You’ve got your assumptions but after all you don’t want to get your hopes up too fast and too high, Chris is your safe space. He’s all you’ve got. 

“I’d rather show you, if you insist.”

And after he’s made sure you’ve nodded, his big hands come to grab you face, keeping your head in a position that makes it easier to attach his mouth to yours. His plump lips feel so soft against yours and the taste of chamomile and honey immediately catches your tongue, once he slips his own inside, asking for entrance.

The kiss deepens, when you seize your arms around his neck and it’s as if you’ve done this a thousand times before. You’ve been afraid of getting to that point of experiencing your first kiss, fearing it would never happen but you’re glad you’ve waited, glad you decided against an arranged marriage and you thank your mother for making it possible. 

Chris suddenly parts his lips from yours, just so he’s able to capture your cheek instead, placing an oh so soft kiss right there, completely opposite to the way his tongue was exploring your mouth mere seconds ago. 

And the thing is – Chris wants to keep going, he wants to make love to every centimetre or your body but on another note he doesn’t want to rush you, step over your boundaries and comfort zone since he knows you’re as inexperienced as him.

That’s why he waits.

♡

The next few weeks are spent with the both of you cuddling whenever you’ve got the possibility. You’ve also found some more excuses to leave the house without sounding suspicious and since your aunt doesn’t care anyway, she lets you.

The only thing that’s threatening to destroy your little happiness are your family’s plans to get you married to some man from the village, making it easier for your aunt and cousin to get rid of. They organise first meetings at home and within one week you’ve had enough encounters with annoying men for the rest of your life.

You don’t see a purpose in any of this anyway – if it was your choice you would just stay at Chris’s place forever, cuddle and kiss him, drink chamomile tea and grow old with him. It’s all you want and all you need. There’s no such desire as getting married and it makes your stomach twist in an uncomfortable way, knowing your aunt just does all this to get rid of you and keep the money your mother has left to herself.

But, as mentioned earlier, seeming suspicious is the last thing you want and since you’re aware she would never approve of the romance between the so-called wolf and you, you’re doomed to suffer in silence.

♡

“What’s on your mind, little lamb?” Chris asks, scooting a bit closer to you, so he can unclench the muscles in your shoulders by softly drawing circles on them through the fabric covering your skin.

“It’s nothing,” you reply, closing your eyes and hoping to get lost in the moment, soaking in every detail of it. 

Chris wants to stop for a second and ask for more but instead he just decides to slow down the pace of his movements, “Y/N, speak to me. What’s bothering you?”

A deep sigh escapes your lips, as you let your head fall back, eyes still shut but Chris leans forward, placing a kiss on your forehead. It makes you giggle, it turns you lightheaded and lets you yearn for more. Actually, it’s been like this since the first kiss – you just can’t get the concerns out of your head, fearing he’s so considerate because of you, when you want this just as much as he does.

But there’s one tiny detail in the way, blocking the path you’re on. It’s society or, more so, societal standards you’re expected to live up to, pressuring you to marry one of the men your aunt has chosen for you and grant them a child, preferably a son.

You’ve got to be honest here – the sole idea of marriage isn’t what’s bothering you, it’s never been. The real issue is lodged in your assigned husband. You don’t want any of them, all you’re asking for is to stay with Chris forever in the little house deep in the woods.

“I’m just scared, that’s all. I’m scared she’s gonna marry me off to some of these gross men from the village.” The hurt in your voice is thunderous and Chris just wants to keep you in his arms, protect you from the outside world.

“I’m with you. We’re gonna figure things out. Also, I’ve told you before, Y/N,” the usage of your real name indicates the topic is turning even more serious now, “I’d love to make you my wife, whenever you’re ready but I’d also be the happiest man alive to just have you in my life the way it is now.”

You feel tears of joy pricker at your lower lash line, a single one making its way down your cheeks and Chris is fast to brush it away with his thumb. “I really don’t care if you want to ever marry me, Y/N, because I love you. I am in love with you, either way.”

There they are – running like a waterfall, the salty droplets flea from your eyes, sniffles fill the room but Chris continues kissing them away. “It’s alright, you don’t have to answer.” You nod, a warm smile erupting on your face. “Can I show you instead?”

Chris turns into the shy one now but still complies, as he allows you to capture his lips with your own. You slowly move against his mouth, by now you’re already an expert in kissing thanks to him teaching you and contrary to any societal standard, he allows you to lead the way, as he helps you get on top of him.

Now straddling Chris, your assault on his lips continue, while your tongue glides in, dancing together with his own. Saliva mixes together and, as usual, he tastes like the herbal tea you adore, he tastes like comfort, he tastes like home. 

It’s just a matter of time, but sooner than you would have expected, your hips start grinding against him, brushing over his bulge but you barely notice it due to the fabric covering it. You’re not unaware of what happens behind closed bedrooms, you’re glad once again your mother hasn’t left you completely unknown when it comes to this topic.

On top of that, Chris and you have communicated about it as well but you’ve never made it past the stage of making out. Surprisingly, not because of you but because of him – Chris is afraid he won’t be able to stop and he knows for sure you’re not ready to live with the consequences.

Even though it’s his biggest wish, it’s the thought he dozes off to sleep at night and it’s an repeating scenario that reoccurs in his dreams – the look of your alluring body taking care of the growing life inside your lower belly, swollen breasts preparing for what he can only imagine.

Chris isn’t experienced beyond kissing, either. Still, he wants to lead the way, take the dominant role in this, make you feel good before he fulfills his own desires. But it’s rather complicated, he’s obviously underestimated the whole situation with you being on top of him, causing friction against his growing erection.

That’s why Chris sees no other way then to grab you by your hips, flip you around so he’s able to hover over you, looking like a starving man finally catching his prey. And it feels exactly like this – exciting, arousing, hypnotising. His dark brown eyes are filled with lust and the way they dart into your own makes your head go dizzy, makes you relinquish your hold on reality.

But you thank him for that internally, especially, when he continues kissing you but this time his mouth wanders south, creating a pretty artwork on your neck. Chris’s lips are by now tinted red from all the biting and sucking but you adore it – it reminds you of the way his cheeks usually blush when you’re near him and the red coat he loves to see on you.

“Darling, tell me, is it okay if we get rid of these?” He asks now, playing with the braided strings on your blouse, before he starts opening it, one by one. Freeing you from your undergarments next, he’s on eye level with your breasts now and continues his little art work there, adding rough kisses to your skin. 

Your head snaps back, once his tongue starts circling around one of the sensitive buds, while the other one is being massaged by his hand. But his mouth and fingers aren’t guests of continuance – they’re already making their way further, stopping at the hem of your long skirt.

“Chris, please, do something– I’ve got this tingling sensation down there,” you cry out. He instantly follows suit, freeing you from the rest of your clothing and the fact you’re lying completely naked underneath him, makes you want to be ruined by him even more.

“Angel, I’ll help you, gladly, but you need to show me where you need me exactly,” Chris teases, roaming over your body with his fingers, grazing over your stomach first and stopping right above your mound.

Covering your face in the palms of your hands, Chris gets up from his position and entangles your wrists with his fingers, stopping you from shying away. “Don’t hide yourself, darling.” Listening to his orders, you comply, reaching for his hands now to guide them between your legs.

He gets the message, carefully spreading your pussy lips with his fingers and stroking your wetness down there. With a little help and navigation from you, Chris finds your clit and you show him which movements you like, starting with a slow paced circling around it. 

“Feels good?” He wants to make sure, looking right at you. “Y-Yeah, very good,” you say, feeling the tingling sensation increase, spreading though your lower stomach. He contemplates some time, but Chris decides to slowly and carefully slide one of his fingers inside your glistening heat, wanting to stretch you out for what’s yet to come.

You let out a soft moan, his name falling from your mouth and he pushes the digit deeper before pulling it out again. Adding another one, he thrusts into you, using his other hand to keep granting you that pleasurable feeling, until he replaces his thumb with his tongue.

It’s as if you’re flowing above the clouds, you’re sure heaven is within reach, as the rope in your lower stomach tightens, ready to snap. Chris feels the way you’re clenching around his fingers and it makes him chuckle in success.

“So good, angel, come on, let go.” And so you do, arching your back in pleasure, you cum all over his fingers, as his tongue is still attached to your clit, helping you ride out your high and it’s a feeling you can’t compare to anything else in the world.

Catching your breath, you look at Chris, his hair disheveled, the most innocent facial expression you can imagine and it makes you giggle. “Are you gonna take care of my problem now, darling?” He says, guiding your hand over his clothed crotch. You palm him through the fabric of his trousers, teasing him a bit.

Chris lets his head fall back in pleasure but he needs to keep going, do something about it, otherwise he will most definitely waste everything and spill his seeds into his clothing. So, he frees himself from the barriers, initially wanting to take his time but he just can’t, when you’re laying there, legs spread and looking at him like this.

Positioning himself at your heat, Chris aligns the tip with your throbbing entrance, meeting your eyes with his own one last time. “Are you sure about this?” You nod, “I’ve never been more sure in my life before.” That’s why he follows your affirmation, cautiously pushing half his length inside first but when he immediately feels you clenching around him and an additional moan fills the room, Chris pulls out again.

“N-No, keep going, just need to get used to the feeling,” you try to calm him down, it’s his first time as well, after all. “Okay.” He tries for a second time, sliding into you now fully and you need some seconds to adjust to his size. Chris starts with a slow pace, slowly thrusting into you to do as little harm as possible.

“You feel so good around me, Y/N, so warm and tight, so good for me.” His praise immediately rushes to your brain, makes you feel lightheaded again and you let out a moan, when he grazes over a specific spot inside you with his length. 

“You like that? You like how I fill you up to the brim, hm? Make you all mine, angel?” You can already sense the built up again, thanks to his words. “Y-Yes, you feel so good, so big inside me, Chris.” The man in question chuckles, picking up his pace.

He places your legs on top of his shoulders, getting better access in that position and by the way your eyes roll back in pleasure, he’s sure he’s doing everything right. “Whenever you’re ready, I’ve got you.” That’s when you reach your climax a second time, so much more intense than the first one, as you keep chanting his name like a mantra, being thankful that he lives alone in the woods.

But Chris is close as well and he knows he shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t risk that but the view of your body, crumbled underneath him, so vulnerable and asthonishing – it makes him get one step closer to fill you up with his seeds, breed your fertile body since he knows you’d make the perfect mother.

He’s afraid you’ll run away after, never speak to him again because he knows you don’t have the same desires. “I’m g-gonna pull out now,” he announces in a stuttering voice but to his surprise, one of your hands finds his hips, keeping him in place, “Want you inside, Chris. Don’t you think I’d look so pretty, carrying your babies?”

It’s as if the world has turned upside down, but Chris doesn’t have a second to rethink it. Pounding into your heat at a merciless speed, he listens to your words, “Come on, I know you want it, too. Let go, mark me as yours, fill me up with every single drop of your cum.”

And so he does, painting you walls white, he cums inside you, reaching his climax, as he moans out your name as if it’s the only words he’s ever known. Once he’s regained some strength, Chris pulls out of you and when the liquids start running down your thighs, he brings two fingers to your overstimulated cunt, pushing them back in.

“Don’t wanna waste anything, you’re gonna take it all, you get that?” His dominant demeanour makes your heart skip a beat and your pussy ache for more but you know you’ll need some minutes of a break first.

♡

This evening is the last one you’ll ever step a foot inside the little cottage, making sure to grab all your belongings. You’ve made a promise to your mother – taking care of her precious treasures, but you only decide to leave the house with the most meaningful ones, knowing most of it has already been sold by your aunt anyway.

“I’m leaving.”

She scoffs, “Where on earth would you even go? You wouldn’t be able to survive out there for more than two days.” Great, she doesn’t even fight for you to stay here – yet another reason for you to never come back again.

“I’m staying at Chris’s place,” you try to give as few details as possible.

“Who’s he? One of the potential husbands I’ve chosen for you? Finally– you’ve come to your senses,” your aunt says, making a gesture of clapping her hands together in thankfulness.

You chuckle, ready to destroy her wishes, “No, he’s the wolf living in the forest.”

Your aunt’s mouth falls agape, not believing what you’ve just said. “Aren’t you aware of what they say about him?! Are you lunatic?”

The questions start flowing out of her mouth and there’s no sign she will stop soon with her assumptions.

Especially, once she asks, “Did you let him touch you? Before marriage?”

Sure, you don’t care anymore, you don’t care what anyone says or thinks as long as you have Chris on your side. But you’re scared of what she might be capable of.

“What if we’re engaged?” You lie, even though you know Chris would lay everything aside right now to stand with you at the altar. 

“It doesn’t matter, it’s a sin either way. I don’t want to see you ever again,” she says, dark eyes staring into your own and you can’t compare that look to any she’s ever given you. This time her hand doesn’t even come closer to your face to slap you, like she usually does. It’s like she’s given up now, finally setting you free.

And that’s all it takes for you to say goodbye to the house forever.

♡

To your surprise, Chris is still waiting outside, wanting to make sure nothing happens to you. You look as equally beautiful as you always do, but his fears have plagued him, told him your aunt might be aware of what the both of you did and getting you into severe troubles is the last thing he wants.

“Now we really have to get married, Chris,” you say, once you witness him still standing there.

Of course, it’s his biggest wish and he would never turn it down – but he doesn’t want you like this, marrying him because he’s got you into this dilemma and because you want to escape your old life.

That’s why he answers, “No.”

“You don’t want to anymore?” You ask him.

“I do. I’ve wanted to since I first met you. But I don’t want you to marry me because you might be pregnant. I know what your thoughts are on marriage. Everything can stay the same between us, without a ring on your finger,” he explains, his head falling down, gaze fixated on the dried leaves underneath his feet.

You take a few steps closer to him, until you’re just a few centimetres away. Taking his face in your hands, your noses brush each other.

“Well– those thoughts on marriage don’t count when it comes to you. All I’ve ever wanted was to marry someone that I love and I am in love with you, Chris.”

The man’s lips let out a small chuckle, before he places them on your own.

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Channie’s Room

I might be projecting justttt a little bit 🤪 but I know I needed this college student comfort so maybe others did too. If you like what I wrote don’t be shy and like,comment or reblog because they make my world go round. I hope you enjoy! Pls validate me

-Just imagine going straight to Chan’s studio after a long day of classes. All you have to do is send that man a text saying you’re having a hard day and his studio is suddenly empty of all members, a silly little coincidence

He threatened each member not to barge in via their gc

-Seoul is a busy and overstimulating place as is any major city and you didn’t necessarily go to school very close to the JYP building so Channie keeps you entertained your entire public transit ride by sending you texts about what the kids were up to during the day or how Chaeryeong whooped Changbins ass for the third time that week

-anything really to keep your mind of your own stress

-he would never say it but with the whole Eldest™ he has going on you being stressed stresses him out because why is one of his people stressed???

-while making sure you’re calm and okay his mind is racing with every possible outcome for why you could be having a hard time. Period? Sick??? Professor troubles????

-by the time you arrived at the studio he already has a plan made up in his mind to sue the entire department you’re studying in—students and all🤡

-he would set you up all nice and comfy on the couch while doing the quickest checklist for possible injuries or mental distress

-homie is fluffing the pillows next to you like ‘hmmm no bruises🧠📝’

-he’s a worrier and he’s not ashamed of it

-he’s great at keeping it all in his head

-until your eyes get all glassy and you’re sniffling

- be ready for an interrogation🤡 what’s going on? Are you okay? Who did it? Was it that Professor? He never liked that fucking Professor—

-he’s got himself so worked up you couldn’t help but giggle through your tears and you spend the next few minutes calming him down. No one did anything. The Professor you have is lovely. You were just feeling overwhelmed with the workload and knew his studio was a safe place to be, because he was there. now you’ve got him blushing and stuttering and his ears are hot.

-after he gets over himself he turns on Serious Chan mode and is asking you if you’ve had food and water for the day, If you’re sleeping well,etc

-he wants to make sure you’re physically okay and that your urgent needs are met before he gets into the mental with you

-it’s okay if you cry because he’s there to wipe your tears and he’s asking you how long you’ve felt like this, are you seeing an professionals? Because he would drop everyone dollar to his last dime to make sure you’re alright inside and out

-not doing well in a subject? Boom, he somehow knows another idol who aced that subject back when they were in school. Not sleeping well? Wowie the pharmacy is only a ten minute walk away and they have melatonin. He knows you’re eating because he’s made it a habit of you guys sending pics of your meals to each other 1)because it’s fun and 2)he knows how busy life can get for both of you and it’s a good way to keep you accountable

-you better drink your goddamn water because he has no problem dragging your ass into a hospital and asking them to give you an IV

-once you’ve cried your eyes out practically and your head is clear Channie always has spare towels for you to wipe down your face and he’s looking at you with a big grin asking if you wanna try out a new chicken place with him

-you’re always welcome in Chan’s studio, it days like this reminded you how appreciated you are

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bang chan x f!reader - random text messages w ur best friend✩

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✧ ˚. random bf texts w/ han!

random texts with your boyfriend, han jisung

pairing: han jisung x gn!reader warnings: cursing, maybe a little suggestive?? notes: i have brain rot for han so bad rn, i needed to get this out of my system. enjoy!!! requests are open, feel free to send in fake text ideas, drabble requests, etc. :)

©hyunedew

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Now now, let it out darling. I know it hurts but, we need to have a chat. What im going to say, will hurt your feelings, its gonna feel like a slap in the face. But let it seep, like a good cup of tea.

Your emotional response is valid. Its okay to cry and feel upset over the loss of Chans room. Its okay to miss the sense of home, when home wasnt a place but a person. But that person isnt gone. Chan isnt gone. I understand how devastating it is to lose a safe space, a place that was filled with love and compassion. Its okay. I promise.

But

Your emotional reaction isnt okay. Everything your feeling is normal, a foreign sense of grief. But mass tweeting, emailing, fundraising for a protest outside of JYPE or even sending death threats TO JYP against him, his children or his wife is not rational. This sense of emotional reaactivness is what caused us to lose chans room to begin with.

The actions we deliver as a fandom directly reflect the group we love; and right now. The negative is out weighing the positive. Do you remember the "fan war" that was started against Dives? Over not bowing? And all the backlash and hate and just vile behaviors? And how chan, who did NOTHING had to make am offcial apology...and soon after told us on Bubble that he had to stop chans room for the forseeable future? STAY did that. We are our own worst enemy.

Under no circumstances do i like JYPE or JYP himself, but no matter what that man does or did, warrants him to live in fear for the saftey of other idol groups, his own children , his wife or himself. We need to take a step back and reflect.

Right now we should be focused on the boys releasing a docuseries, their VMA nominations and supporting them, not gathering the masses like a witch hunt.

We are the reason Chans room is gone, not JYPE.

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𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳

as requested by anon! listen to: 17 by pink sweat$ genre: fluff warnings: cw food mention

seonghwa ☆ brushing the hair out of each other’s faces. forehead kisses afterwards and him pulling you into a his chest, holding you for as long as you’ll allow. him whining when you pull away and being clingy for a while after that. cooking for and with each other and then going to the corner store for ice cream afterwards, but not before changing into sweatpants. his hand rubbing small circles across your back at random times as a reminder that he’s there, or to calm you down when he notices you becoming overwhelmed. him nagging you over playful, stupid things but being so gentle when it comes to the harder ones. texts throughout the day reminding you to drink water and take breaks. him telling you you look good even when he hasn’t seen you yet that day.

hongjoong ☆ helping choose each other’s outfits. sharing one another’s clothes so much you can barely remember what’s yours and what’s his, not that it really matters. him discreetly color coordinating your outfit with his and sneaking behind you as you look at yourself in the mirror. “did you notice something?”, not realizing you’d noticed long ago; his color choices are always vibrant and experimental, it would have been impossible to miss, but it’s sweet that he tried to keep it a surprise. painting each other’s nails. him giving you the most artistic, beautiful manicure and pretending the one you gave him looks just as good, proudly showing it off even if it’s a mess. a million songs written about and for you. they’re so personal that you feel exposed, but in the best way. maybe it’s best described as feeling seen.

yunho ☆ brushing your teeth together in the morning. making silly faces at each other to see who will crack and laugh first; it’s always him. cheek kisses and loving smiles at each other afterwards. picnics on sunny days where he tries to pick you a bouquet of wildflowers, even when all he has to choose from is dandelions. cloudwatching where it’s mostly him seeing stuff that you don’t; his voice turning high-pitched and animated as he tries to explain it to you while he’s on his tippy toes trying to trace the shape with his fingers for your eyes to see. giving up and lying next to you, an exhausted smile on his face before he begins to pout, hoping for a kiss as compensation. him mumbling about how much he loves you before drifting off into sleep every night.

yeosang ☆ fingers lazily intertwined. enjoying each other’s presence with no words spoken. watching the rain fall from the comfort of the bed or the couch, him curling up next to you to stay extra warm, his head on your shoulder and a hand wrapped tightly around your arm to keep you close. him staring at you just so he can admire you when (he thinks) you don’t notice, but after you’ve been together for a while, he doesn’t really care when you do. random eye contact just to fluster you; it used to be the other way around, and it always surprises you how quickly the tables turned in that regard. brushing his hair for him, braiding it because you think it’s funny but since him, he looks cute. him leaving it like that for the whole day, too, because he doesn’t want to ruin your “hard work”.

san ☆ kisses that start painfully slow until he’s giggling against your lips, struggling to take himself seriously because he wants more of you & sooner and knows you won’t be the one to crack first. him singing the lyrics of his favorite love songs to you out of nowhere, becoming straight-faced for a moment when he’s done; “i sounded good, right?” does he want the praise or your affection in return? it doesn’t matter. he knows he’ll get both, and the smile he gives you while he waits for your response makes it impossible to say no. he did sound good, anyway. his hand resting on your thigh and his fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes from time to time. him waking you up early on the days where the sunrise is extra pretty because he doesn’t want you to miss it. telling you you’re prettier “as a joke” but he really means it.

mingi ☆ him keeping you up by asking you random questions about random subjects because he is endeared by how smart you are, and because he is also always halfway immersed in an existential crisis and you’re his sanity. you having to find a way to lull him to sleep, usually by playing with his hair as his head rests on your chest. breakfast in bed. him falling asleep again right after and begging you to stay in bed with him just a little longer. his head nuzzled in your neck, lazily kissing it from time to time. him clinging to you any chance he gets, tugging at your sleeve for your attention. missed phone/facetime calls and him not responding to your texts unless it’s urgent because he wants to wait til he can hear your voice instead. showering or taking baths together, and him seeing how high he can stack the bubbles up on your head before washing your hair for you.

wooyoung ☆ rushed kisses meant for your temple that end up landing on a random, awkward part of your face instead. him pretending it didn’t happen and having to avert his eyes & bite his lip to stop himself from laughing. ending up laughing so hard that your stomachs hurt…not just over that, but over everything. fancy, extravagant dinner dates where you both look the part but can’t act it to save your lives. him taking random pictures of you to use as his lockscreen, always telling you how good you look even in your most candid moments. not realizing how confident he makes you feel in the process. teasing you when he gets you flustered even though he gets flustered from something as simple as you looking at him for longer than you usually do; he’s lucky he’s better at hiding it. a stupid number of selfies together in the mirror. “we look so good”. him begging you to build a fort with him and having to remind him its 3am.

jongho ☆ late night phone calls where he listens to you talk about your day. he’s tired but he can’t sleep until he hears your voice. sometimes he forgets to talk because he gets lost in the comfort of it. you can almost hear him smiling through the phone, until he falls asleep while you’re still talking, anyway. him making dry jokes on purpose, knowing that his awkwardness and ability to stay serious on the delivery makes you laugh even harder than when he’s actually being funny. you’re always in awe at how good he is at making you laugh no matter which approach he takes. him reminding you to dress appropriately for the weather. lunch dates where he holds one of your hands in both of his across the table. “jongho, how are you going to eat if both of your hands are full?” (yes, he forgot that that was the entire point of the date. no, he will not admit it. he will simply giggle before letting go).

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#HANJISUNG — alone together | 22:48 : 2k words

han jisung is a loner.

it's not like he tries to be, it's just hard for him to open up. and anyway, he doesn't know if anyone would like him if he did.

it's just his luck when he gets sat next to you, his crush, in the new year of school.

his plans at first are to ignore you completely, small nods and one word answers to any questions you asked. not that he anticipated being asked any, he's practically invisible to you anyway.

but when you sit next to him and flash a warm smile and a greeting, all his worries melt away. 'hello, i'm y/n! i'm your seat partner this year.' he bows his head and stutters out a shy response. 'h-hi, um, i'm jisung.' you smile again and drop into the seat next to him.

you don't talk to him much outside of your daily greetings, sometimes asking for notes or to borrow a pen, which he shyly agrees to every time. it's still more than the average person talks to him, a routine 'thank you' called out when he hands out tests or homework.

'class, it's time for your weekly inspection,' your teacher says, slowly pacing down the rows of the classroom as you pull out everything from your backpack. everything is as it always is, an orderly manner strictly followed by everyone.

except.

a phone falls onto the floor between you and your seatmate. a phone that isn't yours.

jisung rushes to hide it until you tap his arm to motion to stop. he looks up at the teacher, eyes of steel. he fiddles with his head prefect badge, not knowing how long he'll be able to keep it.

'who's phone is this?'

jisung looks down at his feet, shaking and close to tears. 'i-it's...'

'mine.' your voice cuts through the fog in his head. 'it's mine, sorry.' the teacher looks at you questioningly, but nods. 'i appreciate your honesty, but this is still a violation of our school code. i'm afraid that there will be consequences to your actions. starting today, clean the classroom at the end of lessons for one week.' 'yes, sir.'

for the first time in a long time, jisung doesn't walk out beside the teacher that afternoon. he lingers, after all your friends have headed home.

'oh, jisung? did you leave something.' his reaction is cute, a deer caught in headlights. you tilt your head, awaiting a response. 'no, i-i was just wondering why you...did that for me.' you stop your mopping and look up. 'what do you mean?' jisung swallows down the lump in his throat. 'why you took the blame?' his voice rises into a squeak at the end of his question. 'oh, i just thought it was the right thing to do. besides, i could use a little workout once in a while.' you grin and spin around in circles, dancing to an imaginary beat. jisung giggles.

he picks up a rag and dips it into the soapy water. 'oh, you don't have to help!' 'no i...i feel guilty.' 'okay, but then you have to dance with me!' 'what? i'm not doing that,' he protests. 'come on! it's just a bit of fun.' 'well...i suppose i could...'

jisung can't believe it.

he's in an almost empty classroom dancing with his eyes closed and he's...having fun.

he basks in your soft laughs and releases some of his own.

when all is done, he perches himself on a table next to you and talks away another hour.

and he does it again.

and again, and again until the week is over.

he's a little upset that these interactions won't happen any longer, until the monday after your 'consequence' is over, he feels a sharp piece of paper poking into your arm in the middle of a lesson. 'ow!' he unfolds the tiny corner of paper to find a little doodle scrawled ontp it in green pen. it reads bored... with a tiny doodle of a squirrel next to it. he pulls out his pen and quickly scribbles a message back.

he couldn't count the pieces of paper you used up that day if he tried.

on the very last page, just before the bell rings, it's closed off with a number. call me tonight, it reads.

and he does.

only for a few minutes, and honestly it's quite awkward, but he falls asleep with his phone clutched to his chest.

it's raining hard the next morning, and he stands by the door while other students narrowly miss being marked up as late.

somehow, you who usually shows up ten minutes early is nowhere to be found.

the bell rings just as you turn the corner to walk up the steps of school, but the teacher hurries him to close the door.

'oh, it's stuck!'

you slip by him through the door and make your way to the classroom, flashing a toothy grin. he smiles back.

'jisung!' a hand sticks out of the crowded streets, weaving and bobbing through the cloud to meet him at the doorway of the mall he wanted to go to with you. 'ooh, what are you listening to? lemme hear!' you pull out one of his headphones and jam it into your ear.

'oh, wow, i like this artist! he kinda sounds like you, to be honest.' jisung blushes 'um, it is me.' 'what? no way, it's so good! you should've told me you sang like this sooner- no, i should've know!'

he laughs along with you as you drag him into the mall.

jisung's eyes linger on a vinyl in the store you visit, but he quickly moves away when checking the price. 'what, you like that artist?' 'too expensive, let's go.' 'hm.' you take out your phone and snap a quick picture for future reference.

'shoot! ow- ah, it hurts!' jisung whines. 'stop moving and let me massage your legs then!' jisung still lets the noises fall from his lips, quieter now.

jisung is woken by a particularly bright ray of light that brushes over his face, when he finds himself asleep next to you, the pale gold highlighting your distinct features. he reaches up to brush the hair out of your face, risking trailing his touch down your neck before he shuts his eyes once again.

pretty.

you wake up from the soft moving next to you, blinking the sleep out of your eyes and admiring how jisung looks in the warm sun. you scooch ever so closer to him, adjusting your body.

pretty.

jisung's never been to a party. well, at least not one with alcohol and probably drugs somewhere too.

jisung's not a bad kid.

so how come he's all alone right now? maybe he should just leave. you're out with your other friends anyway. he's got no other friends who would interact with him now, he might as well-

'boo.'

a voice rings out from behind him.

'come with me,' and he really has no other choice. you're just like how you always are with him, wild and funny and so, so pretty. he doesn't know how much more he could take.

he doesn't know when he got onto a stranger's balcony with you leaning onto the metal rail across from him, but he's glad to be away from the noise.

'i'll give you...ten seconds.' 'to what?' you fake a pout. 'i don't know, do whatever!' you squeeze your eyes shut and start to count.

'ten.'

jisung is confused, to say the least. he doesn't know what you want him to do, what to think right now.

'nine.'

he wonders if the two sips of alcohol have gotten to his system, his brain is all fogged up.

'eight.'

he wonders...if you knew how good you looked right now. he wonders if he should tell you that more often.

'seven.'

he drags the pad of his thumb down the side of the face he's ingrained in his brain by now, immortalised forever in his memories.

'six.'

he pulls back. what is he doing? is this what you wanted him to do? he doesn't know if he's doing anything right.

'five.'

he's never kissed anyone before. he wonders how many people you have. he wishes he could be your first.

'four.'

his fingers slide down your face one more time, one last time if this isn't right, embracing the warmth that eminates from your being.

'three.'

they curve to the back of your neck, he brings his face closer to yours.

'two.'

he kisses you.

you taste like the warmth of summer, the sweetest of the ripest peach in the store, the cool autumn breeze. you taste like hot cookies and milk on a cold day, like discovering your new favourite song, like making a memory that lasts a lifetime. you taste like love.

and, shit.

you taste like alcohol and decisions you'll regret.

'one.'

he pushes against you, questioning if you're really sure about this.

and you pull him back in.

jisung stands alone in the quiet of the classroom. everyone is gone.

your head peeks around the corner of the doorway, looking around cautiously. your eyes zero in on him, and you rush over.

'sung! i...' you rummage around in your bag and pull out a vinyl. 'got you something!'

'oh.'

you tilt your head curiously.

'do you not want it?' 'i never said i wanted it...' he looks to the side, seemingly avoiding your gaze.

'hm, then i guess i'll return it.' no response. 'i'll...throw it away!' you walk to the window. 'i'm serious!'

'y/n.'

you walk back to him. he's different.

'what is it?'

han takes a pause.

'i just think...do you even remember kissing me?' 'of course i do! i haven't-' 'but did you feel anything? are we in love, or is it just friendship? i don't know, emotions are always complicated.' 'did you not feel anything?' your voice breaks and he looks up at you. 'do you know...how much i had to do to get this vinyl for you? i took a chunk out of my university fund for this. i just thought it would be worth it, worth your smile. thought maybe we could listen to it together.'

'no one told you to buy it for me.'

this time it's you who pauses.

'you're right. no one did. no one told me to buy this for you, no one told me to be nice to you, no one told me to like you this much. to love you this much.'

'don't, please.'

'what am i to you?'

'a good friend.'

'what good friends kiss? i hadn't done that with fucking anyone before you!' your voice is loud now, deafening

another pause. the silence is louder than your voice could ever be.

'why?'

'why what?'

'i know you weren't drunk. i know you kissed me fully sober. because you like me? or because you hate me so much you want me to hurt?'

'i love you. so much, it's crazy and i-'

'then why?' your voice is soft, a whisper.

'isn't it childish? to love someone, and what if we part ways in university, in life in general?'

'i will follow you. if loving you is childish, then i...'

you rest your forehead against his, you can feel his heartbeat and his tears fall. he is warm, your source of comfort even when what you need comfort against is him.

'then i don't want to grow up.'

and your lips connect, and your new chapter starts, and everything is different.

everything is right.

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stray kids : calling them pretty !

content. stray kids ot8, gn!reader, complimenting, idol and non idol!skz, lots of dialog, insecure bangchan, confident hyunjin & seungmin, sillies — fluff.

warning. none

wordcount. 1,6k ( got carried away a little bit )

a/n. sorry, i had brainrot !!

bang chan ( 방찬 )

"you're pretty"

"now you're just being silly."

"i mean it!"

chan looked back at you, unimpressed. his brow looked unamused and so did his mouth. he did not buy it.

"chan i promise you. you're a very pretty guy."

he shook his head and you could feel your heart break to pieces. no matter how many times you complimented him, whatever the words you chose, chan would not believe you.

"that's not a word i'd use to describe myself" he laughed dryly "i mean, have you seen me?"

enough. you got up and walked towards him. that got his attention. chan turned his face away from his computer to look to your side and you grabbed his face with both hands. shocked, his eye grew a little bigger.

"chan" your voice quivered "you have to believe me. you ARE pretty. always have been. it pains me to hear you deny it over and over again." his lower lip trembled "whatever it is that makes you believe you don't deserve to hear that word being uttered about yourself, forget it!"

he swallowed and his eyes watered.

"okay" he said after a while "alright. i-" he sighed, looked somewhere else then closed his eyes "i can't really- i don't-" another sigh "for you, i'll try."

lee know ( 리노 )

this time, after ten minutes spent trying, your facetime call went through.

"well fucking finally minho! why are you-" on your screen, your boyfriend's face appeared. he was getting makeup, a small brush softly highlighting his nose bridge "oh... you're pretty."

minho laughed gently.

"what is it that you want y/n? why'd you even call me seventeen times? can't you tell i'm busy?"

he tried to use that annoyed tone he usually threw your way when you were being clingy. but you could tell he was blushing, something that didn't happen often enough if you had to be honest.

"well damn, calm down with the questions. can't someone want to talk to their pretty boyfriend?"

another laugh, a shy one this time.

"okay, stop that"

"stop what? calling you pretty? well that's what you are. pretty pretty pretty!"

"alright i'm hanging up"

"MINHO NO WAIT."

you had to call him eight more times for him to pick up a second time.

changbin ( 창빈 )

"can you compliment me some more?"

you had just spent the last fifteen minutes telling changbin about how perfect of a man he was. and there he was asking for more? there were only so many compliments in the world. so much so that you had to think about what to say in order to not repeat yourself.

handsome you had used. super witty you went on and on about without forgetting about complimenting his dedication to living a healthy lifestyle and promoting kindness.

but then, it dawned on you. you knew just what to say.

"you're pretty."

changbin furrowed his brows.

"huh?"

"you're pretty" you repeated. "like, you're actually so pretty."

a tentative smile stretched changbin's lips.

"are you sure?" he was shy. changbin brought his hand to the back of his neck and tickled it gently—as if it was the first time anyone ever used the word 'pretty' to describe him.

"i am" you said without hesitation "you are super pretty, changbin. you've got pretty eyes and a pretty nose and pretty lips and pretty cheeks and and and..."

changbin laughed that silly high pitched laugh of his.

"you've got a pretty face overall."

"that's the first time i heard of it." he finally said, too shy to ask for any more compliments.

you mentally took note: in order to shut my changbin up, call him pretty.

hyunjin ( 현진 )

"what did you think the first time you saw me?"

you looked up from your book to lock eyes with his. that came out of nowhere. tilting your head to the side, you furrowed your brows.

"what do you mean?"

"like" hyunjin looked to the left, pondering how to word his question better "what was your first impression? when we first met, what did you think of me?"

"oh." you went back to your book "he's pretty."

hyunjin coughed.

"that's it?"

"did you expect me to think you were hot or cool or whatever? the first time we met you were drenched in soda and asked me for napkins, not very cool nor hot. but you were very pretty, the prettiest man i had ever seen."

a gentle smile stretched his full lips.

"do you mean that or are you being funny?"

you looked at him again, shocked. after marking the page you were at, you closed your book.

"no what do YOU mean? don't play with me hyunjin. you DO know that you're pretty, right?"

he brought his hand to his mouth but, before he could hide it, you saw his slight smirk.

"i mean..." he started.

"oh come on!"

"no like" hyunjin giggled "i'm aware it's just, i didn't think you'd think that of me. pretty? is that really the impression i gave you?"

"well cut me some slack here! you're a crazily pretty man. sometimes i just look at you for fun. for FUN, hyunjin! i am ENTERTAINED, i am having a GREAT TIME looking at your pretty face."

"okay now you don't have to be dramatic about it"

hyunjin was blushing crazily for someone so confident.

han ( 한 )

he was painting his nails and a look of concentration had him furrow his brow and push the tip of his tongue out of his mouth. han wanted to draw stars on each and every single one of his nails and you admired his dedication to the task.

the room smelled of both nail polish and nail polish remover. the coffee table was littered with cotton pads and q-tips drenched in acetone. the smell had your eyes water but you couldn't leave.

han was just so pretty. and you had to tell him.

"hey" you started.

"busy" jisung replied "can't mess up again."

you heard him but, it had to be said.

"you're so pretty right now."

it took him a while, maybe three or five seconds before the words registered. once he pieced it together, he looked up at you.

"huh?"

"i said, you're pretty"

"no i heard you" he started "it's just... really?"

han kept his brush above his fingers so long a droplet of pink polish splashed on his nail, ruining the design, but you didn't have the heart to point it out yet.

"yeah? you're a very pretty guy, jisung. like, your eyes for starters, insanely pretty"

he gave you a shy smile as his cheeks turned pink. you could tell he was trying to tone down his reaction from the way his leg started bouncing.

"no... you're the pretty one." he finally said.

jisung looked down at his nail and shrieked. he was going to have start over, AGAIN.

felix ( 필릭스 )

"you're so pretty"

you weren't expecting to say that out loud but could anyone even blame you? the sun was hitting felix's face in a way that enhanced his freckles along with the gold of his skin. his long eyelashes tickled the skin under his eyes and the bitten red of his mouth made him look ethereal.

felix was, objectively, a very pretty boy.

his eyes fluttered open and your cheeks blushed pink. felix noticed and a playful smile stretched his mouth.

"d'you mean that?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.

you weren't exactly boyfriend and partner yet. you weren't anything really. something in between, something blurry but neither of you dared saying or doing anything about it. you were content with this in-between, for now.

"i do" you started and he brought a hand to your cheek, letting his thumb gently stroke your skin "you're very pretty, felix"

his smile got bigger.

"thanks" he said "you're super pretty yourself."

you swore your heart leapt out of your chest.

seungmin ( 승민 )

"has anyone told you that you were pretty before?"

"plenty of times actually, y/n."

seungmin smiled playfully and you watched him, deadpan.

"i mean," he started "i get it. don't you?"

he giggled and you could only scoff. can't someone compliment their boyfriend and have him react normally in this economy?

"alright mister pretty boy. i guess you've heard it so much it got to your head."

another laugh, a bright one this time and you could not contain your own smile anymore. seungmin had this way of brightening every room he walked in. he always managed to have you in the best mood and make you forget all of your worries.

"oh no y/n... i beg, compliment me again. i only care when it's you that calls me pretty."

it was your turn to act. pretending to be unimpressed, you looked away.

"well. i better be!"

seungmin giggled again. and so did you.

i.n ( 아이엔 )

shopping with jeongin always took hours. you were used to it at this point, but still. your feet were killing you and you had spent far more money than you had planned to.

your boyfriend had a way with compliments afterall. whatever you tried on, he loved and managed to make you love too so, purchased they were!

"how about this one?"

the fitting room's curtain quickly opened and you were met with yet another huge-pair-of-pants-and-oversized-shirt outfit. it was crazy the way jeongin managed to make them work every time.

"pretty" you said "you're pretty."

he smiled and his eyes crinkled.

"pretty?"

"mh mh" you nodded "you look super pretty. you always do but especially right now. crazily pretty, insanely pretty, gorgeously pretty. extremely pretty even. have you considered-"

jeongin cut you off, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. he giggled against your mouth as you kissed back, sending happy shivers down your back.

"okay i think i get it." he said "you're perfectly pretty too"

with that, the curtain closed again.

taglist. after being absent for a long while, i'll make a new taglist instead of using the old one so let me know if you would like to be added / removed.

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Skz- Before he Confesses

little things they do while they have a crush on you, sfw

maknae line edition- Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

hyung line

Han Jisung

tries extra hard to be funny when he's around you

always cracking jokes hoping it'll make you laugh

a little corny at times but still cute

overthinks every joke he made after he left

thinks you'll find him cringey and lowkey gets mad at himself over jokes he thinks were stupid

seeing you laugh makes it so worth it tho

the first time he ever made you laugh he was so happy

that was the moment he completely fell for you

spent the next few weeks daydreaming about having you all to himself so he could make you laugh like that all the time

always stealing glances at his phone when he shouldn't be (during practice, while recording, in meetings, etc) hoping to see a message from you

smiles like an idiot whenever he does get a notif from you

has a photo album of pics of you that he really likes

some of them are candids that he took and some are stolen from your social media

gets lost in your eyes a lot

will literally zone out just admiring you while you're talking

this gets him caught by the members becasue you're the only person they've ever seem him look at like that

Felix

tries to impress you by acting tough and showing off

pulls out the extra deep voice around you

fails at acting tough and it's adorable

like one time when you were watching the members play some sports game he went full try hard mode and all the members were really confused

does the thing where he'll wipe his sweat with the bottom of his t-shirt, purposefully showing off his abs in front of you

always sits near you in group settings

gets sleepy around you because he feels safe when he's with you

when he gets tired he forgets he's supposed to be acting tough to impress you

ends up just being really cute and clingy

falls asleep on your shoulder a lot on drives and when his social battery is drained at group events

always bringing you things he's baked

won't let the members touch the batches he makes just for you

brings you back little things from all the places he travels

befriends your mom with his baking

is so so so happy when your mom says she wants you to marry "a guy like him"

Kim Seungmin

i feel like a lot of people say he would tease you a lot if he likes you

but i actually think he'd be exceptionally nice to you

like you're literally the only one he's not an absolute menace to

gets caught so quick by the members because no one has ever seen him be so sweet to someone

lowkey protective over you

you fell asleep in a common area once and he guarded you like his life depended on it

would not let anyone speak or make noise

gave anyone who waked past the nastiest side eye

won't let you walk on the inside of the road

puts his hand over you when the car stops suddenly

pretended to be your boyfriend when a creepy guy wouldn't leave you alone

remembers everything you've ever said to him

you complimented his smile once and he couldn't stop thinking about it

always scheming to "accidentally" create situations where you're hanging out just the two of you

shares his food with you

you are the only one that gets that privilege

Yang Jeongin

gets jealous when he sees you having fun with other members but doesn't do anything about it cuz he doesn't think you'd ever choose him

lowkey has hella rizz but doesn't realize it

does little things to try subtly show you that he'd be a good boyfriend

like he'llfind a flower and tuck it behind your ear

"beautiful, just like you"

or he'll cook your favorite meals to show you that he's boyfriend material

saw you playing with some little kids and his heart absolutely melted

always asks to share your airpods so he can listen to your music

gets really shy and nervous if he sees you looking at him

always looking to make sure you're safe and having fun in group settings

finds excuses to touch you by fixing your jewery or moving your hair out of your face

plays with your claw clips all the time

something about claw clips are just absolutely mesmerizing to this man

tries extra hard with the vocals when he knows you're in the audience

he's singing his heart out just for you :)

a/n: if you enjoyed this check out the hyung line version!

#soooooo cute #stray kids #skz x reader #han jisung x reader #han x reader

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Someone hold me rn im gonna sob uncontrollably.

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♡ SKZ Members Who'd Love Sleeping On Your Belly ♡

♡ All of the love to @skz-story-request-always-open for asking me to do this adorably fluffy request ♡

While I'm sure any of our OT8 cuties would love cuddling up to a soft belly, these are the four who I think would be in absolute heaven if you let them do it.

♡ Felix ♡

You let him fall asleep on your belly once and he's refused to do anything else since. At this point, if you even joke about not letting him do it you'll break his heart

Seriously, you can offer him the fluffiest of pillows and he won't touch them because nothing's more comfy than dozing off on you with his favorite song or show in the background

It's never unexpected when he lays on you because he tends to come running at you full force with his arms open and his face lit up, making cute little noises that let you know it's time for cuddles

As much as he enjoys your softness, what really makes it special to him is the closeness and vulnerability he feels when he's curled up against you with your arm around his neck, fingers playing with his hair as sleep takes him

♡ Bang Chan ♡

His reputation as someone who rarely sleeps is unshakable at this point, insomnia's basically a part of his lore, but he's out like a light the second his cheek meets your belly

Something that always gets him is when you come up beside him while he's working and stroke his cheek, letting him lean his head on you. As someone who's responsible for taking care of so many people, it's nice when it's his turn to be cared for

He can, will, and has fallen asleep in the sitting position because you're so comfy, and having you in his presence is incredibly peaceful for him, quieting the thoughts swirling around in his mind

Nothing's cuter than the look on his face when you wake him up enough to make it to the bed or couch where he can truly settle in, interlocking his body with yours so that you can't go anywhere

♡ Binnie ♡

This man's obsession with sleeping on your belly is the precise reason why you wake up with random body aches some days

He doesn't care where you are, what you're doing, or what time of day it is. If he feels himself nodding off, he has to find a way to get you into any position necessary for him to get to it

Clearly, he's not particular about if you guys are bent sideways to make it happen but he does have preferences when it comes to what you wear. His favorite thing to see you in is a t-shirt because it means his hands get easier access to squishing your belly

There's nothing remotely sexual about his habit of slipping his hand under your shirt to play with your belly. It's relaxing for him. It also helps that you giggle when he does it a certain way. He could never get tired of that

♡ Han ♡

He never gets a better night's rest than when he's using your belly as a pillow but going to sleep's rarely, if ever, what he had in mind when he first laid down

It's a good thing though because, with all of the energy he has, he can start to feel burnt out at times and he always knows he can come to you as a safe space to restore his energy since you don't really want anything from him other than, well, him

Even though it's technically your stomach he goes feral if anyone tries to peel him away from you. You're his baby and he's gonna cling to you for dear life for as long as he can

His belly might not be as soft as yours but he constantly insists that you lay on him too so that he can hold you and sing you to sleep, watching over you to make sure you sleep as peacefully as he does

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connected

pairing: bang chan x afab!reader

warnings: smut🔞!!!!!!, best friend’s brother!chan, reader & hannah are besties, friends to lovers, virgin!reader, kissing, little bit of dry humping, thigh humping, spit, oral (f), fingering (f), unprotected piv sex, mirror sex, possessive dirty talk (just sexy, nothing too crazy)

notes: thank you to this anon for getting me started on bfb!chan. the sole knowledge i have on the layout of chan’s house is from this vid so! title obviously from connected by the one and only bang chan. that song is sooo bfb!chan coded. also sorry if this is paced kinda fast u guys know i’m incapable of writing anything too long. anyways pls enjoy ᕦᶘ ᵒ㉨ᵒᶅᕤ

you thought you had it under control. this crush you’ve been harboring for nearly a fucking decade, give or take. you figured it would be easier to move on from chan since you’re unable to actually see him due to the fact that he’s all the way in south korea. however, you still manage to see him everywhere. he’s a bigshot superstar after all.

whatever measly ounce of control you thought you had just so happens to slip through your fingers the second he walks through the door of his family home back in australia. he’d been out with his friends all day while you were over keeping hannah company.

you hear his slides shuffling on the linoleum of the hallway, the soft thunk of him kicking them to the side, and immediately straighten your back. hannah sees you and rolls her eyes playfully.

“not this again… you might as well fix your hair too. you want some lip gloss?” she whispers, eyes shooting to where chan is meandering into the kitchen.

you stick your tongue out and roll your eyes back at her. you do fix your hair though.

“woah, hey! if i knew you were coming over i would have come back sooner! come here, gimme a hug. it’s been so long!” chan says as he walks into the room, beckoning you with his hands and smiling.

you get up from the couch with an exaggerated groan and step over your rumpled blanket on the floor, walking into chan’s waiting arms. it’s just a hug. you’re totally fine and normal about feeling his strong arms around you, your own arms wrapped around that deliciously broad back, his solid chest pressed against yours…

“‘s good to see you! you doin’ good?” chan asks, rubbing his hand down your back before letting you go and motioning back to the couch. you sit back down in your spot and pick the blanket back up, settling in beside hannah once again while chan makes himself comfortable on the L of the couch.

“yeah i- i’m good! are you? how’s it feel to finally be home for a bit?” you look over to see him biting back a smile, and before he answers he yanks the blanket from hannah’s lap and wraps himself in it, giggling and yelling when she reaches over and kicks him in the side.

“yeah i’m good too, haha. all good. just busy! busy and well, you know. but i’m good! ‘s great to be back home.” you don’t know, but you put the pieces together and figure he means he’s stressed and tired too. you hope this small little break will do him well.

you kept up with each other a little bit. nothing too crazy; you weren’t that close, despite how much you might have wanted to be. it was mainly those typical happy birthday, merry christmas, congrats on that award texts, but at least you can say you’re lucky enough to have that. not everyone can say they have bang chan’s number in their phone.

you chance a look over at chan again and see him already looking back at you. he smiles and crosses his arms behind his head to recline on them. “so, what’re we watching?”

“we?!” hannah says, sitting up now and motioning between the two of you. “we are watching ‘the vampire diaries,’ i dunno about you.”

“whaddya mean you dunno about me? i love that show.” oh really? that’s… news. “yeah, haha, i love vampires.”

you look down at your lap and laugh, and hannah mumbles something about chan being so full of shit it’s embarrassing.

he doesn’t stay for too long though, much to your chagrin. not long after he settled on the couch was he jogging up to his room and returning in a nice polo shirt and jeans, heading to felix’s house to eat dinner with him and his family.

as soon as chan’s out the door again, hannah pauses your episode and levels you with a look.

“whaaat? why are you looking at me like that?”

you know exactly why she’s looking at you like that.

you wake up in the middle of the night, and hannah’s room is dark. your mouth is dry, the type of dry where you just can’t go back to sleep; you have to get up and get a drink or it’ll drive you crazy.

you do just that, slowly crawling out from under the covers to not wake hannah and pad down the stairs to the kitchen. the open floor plan of the house allows you to see straight into the living room, and you’re greeted with the sight of chan on the couch again, this time working on his laptop. you’re suddenly wide awake, but you don’t know if it’s from the ice cold water you just chugged or the sight of chan, cozy and at home.

you want to talk to him though, alone, and you hope that maybe he’d like to talk to you too.

you make your way to the chair on the other side of the couch and gingerly sit down. you don’t want to scare him since he has his headphones on. he startles a little bit anyways though when he looks up and sees you. you offer him a little wave, and he quickly takes his headphones off and puts his laptop to the side.

“hey, what’re you doin’ up? can’t sleep?” chan asks, stretching his arms until his elbows pop.

“that’s funny of you to say. i just wanted some water. no rest for the wicked, huh?” you reply and point down at his laptop. he just laughs.

“yeah, well, you know. just… comes with the job, heh. gosh, you’re shivering. you cold? c’mere, i’ll make room.” there’s plenty of room. the couch is huge, but you’re sure as shit not going to say no to cuddling up under a blanket with chan. you leave your spot in the chair and join him on the L of the couch. chan lifts his blanket up so that you can slide under it with him.

you have to bite your lip to keep from smiling when he throws his arm around your shoulders to pull you close to him.

“it’s really been so long since we’ve seen each other, yeah? what’ve you been up to?”

that opens the floodgates then, and the two of you talk for hours. you talk for so long that berry decides to join your cuddle pile, and chan holds a finger to his mouth so that you can listen to her snore.

“god, she’s just like you!” you say quietly, laughing and plonking your head down onto his shoulder.

“hey! i don’t- i don’t do that anymore! she probably got it from hannah, not me!”

that makes you both laugh, and you see chan’s eyes slide down to the upturn of your lips. you both quiet down again after you catch him looking, and he knows he’s been caught.

“it’s been- it’s been really, really good to see you today, yaknow? hannah talks about you a lot, but it’s not the same as seeing you in person. i missed you, heh. you look- you look great. you’re so- you’re beautiful.” that gets your heart pounding. your knees are pulled up to your chest, and when you turn your body towards him they rest on his thigh.

“oh. you think so? you really think that?” you ask. he’s never said that about you before, and why would he? you’re just his little sister’s best friend.

“i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t mean it. you know me. i’m not- i’m being serious. you’re so beautiful. i see so many people, yaknow, and none of them… compare to you.”

you’ve never been looked at like this. not the way he’s looking at you. his eyes are kind, genuine. chan’s a lot of things but not a liar. he’s telling you the truth.

“chan i- chris. chris. what the hell is going on?!” you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. he laughs with you, nervous.

“i just! i didn’t want to wait any longer? i had to tell you. before i left, yeah? and then i saw you earlier and just had to tell you, but i don’t want to make you uncomfortable! or- or something. in case i’m ever here when you come over to see hannah and like, don’t want me to be around… or something, yeah.”

“chris,” you’ve taken hold of his black t-shirt, death gripped tightly in your hand. you could cry, you think. you don’t want to cry right now though, you can save that for your room when you get home. “chris, i’ve been- what the fuck. i’ve wanted you to see me that way for years. you- you used to call me squirt! you would come up behind me and pull my hair. i thought you just saw me as your like, honorary little sibling.”

he snorts at that, shaking his head and throwing it back so he’s looking at the ceiling.

“i mean! you were, but it’s not like that anymore, yeah? it hasn’t been for a- for a while. and you- you said? do you- is this-?” he gestures between the two of you. “i can’t even fuckin’ talk, wow! can i- um. can i kiss you? is that okay? it’s fine if not, haha. i mean, we can just keep talking! i love talking to you-” you decide to spare him, cutting him off in the middle of his ramble by pressing your lips to his. finally.

fourteen year old you would be jumping up and down on your old bed.

chan reacts swiftly, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek while you kiss. it’s a sweet kiss, one you’ve been hoping and dreaming of for years… your first kiss with chan. this one stays soft, just a gentle press of your lips together. when you pull away, your breath trembles. chan’s dimples show, and he nuzzles his nose against yours.

he pecks your nose and goes to kiss your lips again. this kiss doesn’t stay sweet for long though, you reckon you’ve waited long enough for him. you knew he had perfect lips, but kissing them is something else.

chan seems to be thinking the same thing. he parts his lips and tilts his head, and you’re kissing. your thigh is still pressed to his, and when his tongue flicks against yours it flexes. chan’s hand travels from your cheek to your thigh, squeezing once and humming in appreciation.

the tips of his fingers sneak under the hem of your shorts to stay, and you nibble on chan’s lower lip. he hums low in his throat when you do, sending a jolt of heat to your core. just a little bit of kissing and touching and you’re well on your way to ruining your sleep shorts. how embarrassing.

you’re happy to stay like this for the rest of the night, making out on the couch. chan’s lips are plump and perfect, and he clearly knows what he’s doing. your hand wraps around his bicep, and you’re about to throw your leg over his lap to straddle him until you feel something brush against your leg.

you and chan pull apart at the same time, and he licks his lips and looks down when you do. you’re met with the sight of berry, still sitting sweetly between the two of you and wagging her tail. it almost looks like she’s smiling.

you look at chan with your jaw slack, and you’re quick to slap a hand over your mouth to stifle an unhinged cackle.

“oh my gosh. oh my gosh, no! her innocent little eyes, i can’t believe we just- we just-!” chan picks berry up and cradles her to his chest. “i have to- i’ll be right back.”

he gets up from the couch and you see him scurry through the hall and up the stairs. he looks a little ridiculous, berry cradled to his chest and her little head bobbing as chan goes to quietly put her in hannah’s room.

you fiddle with your fingers while you wait for him to come back. he’s not gone long. you hear him quietly but quickly trekking down the stairs, and he skips the last four steps, hopping to the ground. kangaroo leader makes a lot of sense when you think about it.

“now, um. ha! where were we?” he puts his arms on either side of your head on the back of the couch and leans down to kiss you again. when you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down he laughs, propping his knee on the couch. you’re straining your neck to reach him, but he ducks down so he’s not towering over you.

“mmm, chris,” you mumble against his lips. what’s up? “chris. take me to your room? please?”

your lips part with a wet smack, and chan looks into your eyes. his thumbs caress your cheeks, and you fight the urge to whimper. you never knew he would touch you so gently.

“you- you want to sleep with me? like, really? like actually?” he asks, and you nod.

“yes chan, i want to actually sleep with you,” you snort. he laughs, bumping his forehead to yours. he takes a step back and offers you his hands to help you up from the couch.

the trek to his room is quiet. the only sound is your feet padding up the stairs and the soft click of his door opening then closing behind you. as he stands in front of you he makes an awkward jazz hands motion towards the bed, and it’s just another instance where you have to hide your giggles behind your hand.

“sorry! gah- i’m stupid, sorry! i just- you’re sure?” chan says, scratching at the back of his neck and plopping down onto the edge of the bed. you sit down beside him and take his hand in yours.

“okay, listen. are you listening to me?” yeah, course. “okay. okay, well, um. i’ll just.. i’ll just say it. so you- be quiet and just listen.” he nods. “i’m so sure, chan. i’m like- surer than sure, okay. i’ve wanted you for years, like, ever since i can even remember, so.”

“for years, huh?” he asks, lips quirking.

“okaaay, i didn’t tell you that for you to be a shithead, christopher.”

“christopher! ouch, geez! okay, i get it. well, um. i’m yours then, yeah? if you want me, i’m yours.” chan takes hold of your hand again and turns to look at you, leaning in to kiss you once more.

now or never, you decide. you shake your hand free of his hold and use it to crawl back on his bed a little. chan follows easily, and he lets out a heavy breath when you lay yourself fully down so that he can get on top of you. you wrap your legs around his waist and he hums, squeezing your thigh and rolling his body against yours.

his body is hot over yours. when you touch his cheeks you can feel the heat radiating off of them, and you can’t help but wonder if his chest would be flushed like that too. you tug on the hem of his shirt, might as well find out, and chan lifts himself up on his knees so that he can pull his shirt over his head. you were right; he’s flushed pink down his chest and glistening with sweat.

chan leans down once again to cage you against the mattress, and you shudder when his clothed cock ruts against you through your sleep shorts. chan rucks up your shirt and pets at your side, gentle.

“can i take this off?” he whispers, fiddling with the hem of your top. he sits up again to wait for your instructions.

“you can- you can take it off, um. chris? i just. i’ve never? i waited. for you. i’ve just never wanted anyone else the way i want you, is that- is that okay?” you’re about to pull your shirt back down until chris lets out a low curse.

“you waited for me? for me? oh baby, i don’t- i don’t deserve you, but i want to. will you let me make you feel good?” his fingers grip the hem of your shirt again, and he looks into your eyes as he slowly pulls it up. your breath hitches when the fabric slides above your nipples, and you arch your back and lift your head so chan can throw your top on the floor.

he hasn’t looked down yet, still gazing into your eyes and waiting for your permission. you arch your chest towards him, and that’s all it takes. his hands come up to cup your breasts and he sucks in a breath, eyes roaming. your nipples are hard due to the chill of his room.

“so no one’s- um. no one’s ever touched you here?” he presses your tits together and bites his lip.

“nope,” you squeak. chan blows lightly on one of your nipples and your whole body jolts. “no, um, ah! just- just me.”

he hums at that and leans closer finally, pressing a kiss to the underside of both of your breasts. he kisses up the valley, and just when you’re about to tug on his curls and beg him, his lips wrap around one of your nipples. his mouth is so warm, tongue so silky smooth against your skin, and this time you do yank his hair.

“oh my-! chan, chris, oh fuck,” you whine. chan moans in response, flicking his tongue expertly against your hard little bud. he moves to the other one quick enough, sending shocks down your back all the way to your toes. his thigh slots between yours, and you can’t help but to start grinding on it while he sucks at your chest.

you’re close. you’ve never gotten so close so fast, but this is chan. if anyone can make you cum embarrassingly quick you figured he could. he’s the man of your dreams after all.

“chris, oh, that feels so good. i’m close, ‘m so fucking close. please don’t stop.” you’re humping his thigh like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do, and he’s still latched onto one of your nipples, deft fingers plucking at the opposite one. you finally snap when his teeth catch on your now swollen nipple, your hips buck frantically until your body locks, cumming hard against his thick thigh.

he grinds the muscle against your spasming cunt and you cry out; chan quickly brings his hand to cover your mouth.

“shhh, shh baby. that’s it, that’s so good. you’re so good f’me. sound so pretty an’ feel so fucking good against me,” chan mumbles around your nipple, pulling back with a wet pop!

“sorry, holy shit. oh my god,” you whisper, embarrassed by how loud you just got. he’s not even inside you yet and you already want to wake the neighbors. chan just shakes his head and smiles, leaning up for a kiss again.

“don’t say sorry, please, that was so fucking hot!” he laughs. his thigh is still pressed close to your cunt, and you shiver when he pulls it away. the weight doesn’t stay gone for long. chan lays beside you, body curled around your side, and walks his fingers down your thigh. he doesn’t even ask, but you spread your legs for him anyway. he kisses your neck, breathing a sultry good, baby against the flushed skin.

“so, no one’s touched you here either, love?” he asks. chan closes his eyes and breathes in heavily when his fingers reach your sleep shorts. no panties. the gusset is soaked with your wetness, and he rubs gently over where he imagines your clit to be. your hips rise to meet his hand, looking at him with furrowed brows and a slack jaw. you shake your head no, other than you, he’s the only person to have ever touched your cunt.

you let out a quiet whimper when his finger circles your clit through your shorts, and your mouth drops open even more when chan’s hand finally slides under them to touch you bare. you do him one better, shoving your shorts down your legs and kicking them to the foot of the bed. now completely naked, you throw your leg over his to spread yourself further for him.

“oh, baby. this wet little cunt… oh, fuck. ‘s so fucking wet f’me, isn’t it?”

“yeah, yeah. chris, ‘m wet for you. ‘m f-fucking soaked.” it’s true, you are. sometimes it takes you a bit to work yourself up enough to get wet, but chan’s done it in no time. “you- ah, you make me so wet, chris.”

a groan rumbles from deep in his chest, and he presses a kiss to your cheek. “yeah, makin’ this little cunt drip for me. can i- inside?” chan asks, dipping his fingers down to rub over your hole. you’re already clenching in anticipation. of course you tell him yes, and he slowly slides a finger inside.

his fingers are thick, bony, and knobby. his hands are on the smaller side, sure, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling full already.

“feel you clenching on me, baby, ‘s it hungry?” yes. your pussy’s so fucking hungry for him. you tell him so. “‘m’nna give you another.”

he’s knuckle deep in you now, two fingers stuffed inside. he uses the heel of his palm to press hard against your clit, giving you something to grind down on while he fucks you with his fingers.

“tha’s good, baby doll.” oh, fuck. “gettin’ you ready for me.”

god, are you ready. you bite down on one of the edge of the blanket at the sound of his fingers fucking in and out of you slowly. you’re sure if he were to go any faster the sloppy, wet noises your cunt’s making would wake up everyone in the house.

you must have closed your eyes because the next thing you know, chan’s pulled away from you and is eye level with your soaked pussy. he raises his brows in question, and you nod frantically.

the two fingers he has inside you slowly slide out. you’re about to complain until he uses them, pruny wet, to rub quick circles on your clit. you back bows and suddenly they’re inside you again, replaced on your clit with the flat of his tongue. you whine loudly, and he squeezes your thigh. your own hand slaps down over your mouth to try and keep yourself quiet. he kisses your clit in response.

the kiss was chaste and soft, but the way he uses his tongue to circle it is not. it’s got your legs writhing and trying to close around his head. his fingers leave the depth of your cunt once again, and they gently pinch around your clit so that he can suck the swollen little thing into his mouth, fucking his tongue against it all the while.

his lips are perfect for this. shamefully, you always thought they would be. late nights in your bedroom with your vibrator always consisted of thinking about chris’ cotton candy pink lips, plush and soft. this is better than you ever imagined though. he’s desperate with it, lips smack smack smacking at your cunt like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have. not to mention that godsent nose that works your clit while he tongue fucks your hole sloppy.

you grab behind one of your knees to lift it to your chest and use the other to spread the lips of your cunt so he has more room to play. he raises up slightly, tongue twisting around and pursing his lips so that he can spit right onto your pussy. he’s quick to clean his mess back up, sucking and licking you just right. just how you didn’t know you’d like.

“y’re gonna make me cum again, chris, oh my fucking god. please don’t stop, please don’t- keepgoingkeepgoing, oh my god!” he keeps his pace steady even when you let go of your leg to grip his hair and hold him down. his gentle, almond eyes look up at you and he moans as you do. you’re barely lucid enough to notice him grinding his cock down on the bed. “fuck me. fuck me, chris please, i can’t- i don’t wanna wait any longer.”

“i won’t make you wait any more, love. gonna fuck you now, yeah? gonna make this pussy mine, gonna make you mine.”

“‘s been yours. ‘s always gonna be yours, i’m yours, chris.” he nods down at you, sweat dripping onto your chest. chan shoves his boxers down his thighs and crawls over you. he uses his feet to kick his boxers all the way off, both of you finally bare for each other.

chan takes your hands and pulls them up above your head, entangling your fingers with his on the pillow.

“y’ready for me?” he asks, leaning his weight to one side and pulling one hand from yours so that he can guide himself to your waiting hole.

“yes, yes, please chris? please? ‘m ready for you, please, i want it so bad,” you beg, but chan kisses you to quiet you down.

“you don’t have to beg, baby, ‘m not gonna make you beg. i’ll give you whatever you want, yeah?” he nods down at you, and you nod back. “baby c’mere, kiss me.”

you lean your chin up to kiss him, and he uses that time to press the tip of his cock inside of you. your breath catches in your throat, and he whispers against your lips. “just let me in, yeah? let me in. ‘m gonna make you feel good. thank you for letting me have you like this. i’ll make it worth it, yeah? just trust me, that’s all you have to do.” you nod again, breath choking on an inhale. he’s sliding in slowly, stuffing you full of him, fuller than you’ve ever been before. your fingers and toys could never compare to the feeling of chan’s thick cock inside of you.

you squeeze his fingers. “are you- chris, ‘s it almost in?”

chan huffs a laugh and hangs his head. “i’m all the way in, baby, oh my gosh, how big do you think i am? okay, don’t- don’t answer that.”

you squint one of your eyes open and try to look down, but the view you’re craving to see is covered by chan’s muscular body. chan must know what you want, he’s good at that, so he leans up carefully until he’s sitting on his knees. you prop yourself on your elbows and finally look down to see chan’s hips pressed fully to the backs of your thighs. one of your hand slides down from the pillow to rub at your clit for just a moment, reaching your fingers down further in a V so they can feel a little sliver of the base of chan’s cock that spears you open.

“oh my god, ‘s inside me. am i- am i dreaming? this isn’t real.” you reach your hand up to cup his cheek, and he leans into your touch. he gives a tentative thrust to gauge your reaction and kisses the palm of your hand tenderly.

“baby, it’s real. you’re not dreaming. i’m here. you’re here with me, yeah? maybe i’m the one dreaming…”

he presses another kiss to your palm and guides your hands back over your head. chan lowers himself down again so that you can wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him whenever you please. your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel him thrust into you. you can feel the muscles of his ass working as well. it’s a shame you can’t see that.

until you remember you can.

the giant wall-to-wall mirrored closet doors call to you, so you turn your head to look in their direction. you bite down on his bicep to stifle your moan at the sight before you. your body is blanketed by chan’s, and through the mirror you can finally see how his ass looks as he thrusts his cock into you, his thick thighs, his arms. one of your hands wiggles free from chan’s grasp, and you reach down to squeeze his ass. you can see how the skin gives where your fingers claw at his skin, and you breathe out an airy moan.

“chris. chris, channie. look, look.” he can tell you’re faced away from him, so he follows your voice and looks up and suddenly you’re locking eyes in the mirror.

“oh my gosh, oh fuck, baby,” chan whimpers. whimpers. you’ve never heard him make that noise before, and you want to hear it again.

“d’you see? see how good you’re fucking me, chris? see how i belong to you? ‘cause i fucking do. fuckfuckfuck, please! that’s so hot, i can’t- can’t.” you can see how wild you look in the mirror, eyes wide and mouth dropped, fucking yourself down onto chan’s cock while he fills you to the brim.

chan plants both hands on either side of your head and his thrusts pick up. he takes one last look in the mirror and then focuses on you. “look at me, baby, look at me. eyes on me, yeah? look me in the eyes when i make you cum.”

you nod and clasp both hands around chan’s wrists.

“yes. yes, make me- make me cum. please, i wanna cum on your cock. can you- ah! c’n you touch my clit?”

he does, licking the tips of his fingers and quickly bringing them between you to stroke your clit. it’s swollen, and your cunt is so, so wet. his fingers slip and slide against you, but you’re not worried as you fuck your hips against them. you’re so close you can taste it, movements desperate and sloppy.

“look at me, look at me. remember what i said. cum for me, cum on my dick, baby. let me make you cum.”

it doesn’t take long after that; you reckon you’re wrapped around his finger since your body found no issue with chan telling it what to do. your mouth falls open in a silent scream, and your eyes flutter as you try to keep them from rolling. you can barely hear chan over the roaring in your ears. that’s it, that’s it. you’re so good, cumming for me. gonna make me cum too, yeah. i lov-

he pulls out of you and jerks himself messily over your stomach. he’s beautiful always, but especially with his skin flushed and red, curls matted to his forehead with sweat. and that’s your doing. you’re going to have spankbank material for the rest of your life courtesy of the low groan he emits when he cums. he continues to touch himself to completely ride out his high, and he shivers as the tip of his cock taps your stomach.

he uses the rest of his energy to flop down beside you, reaching to his nightstand to grab a couple of tissues and wipe the mess from your stomach.

“so, um. how was- was that okay?” he tentatively asks. as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out. you tell him that, and he just laughs. “you’re not sore, are you?”

“i mean, i’ll probably be feeling it tomorrow, but. nothing you can’t help soothe…” you wiggle your eyebrows, and his dimples appear. you poke one with your finger.

“listen, i- this wasn’t one and done for me, yeah? it’ll be hard, yaknow, with everything, but we’ll make it work. i’ll make it work. if that’s- if that’s something you’ll want,” chan says, rolling onto his side so that he can cup your cheek and brush his thumb against your lips. you pucker your lips to kiss it.

“i want this, chris. i’ve always wanted you, i always will want you. you think you can get rid of me that easily, huh? bold of you to assume i won’t be coming to seoul in your suitcase. i could bend if you just help me out a little.”

chan kisses you awake early in the morning.

“g’morning, baby. ‘s early, ‘s time to go back to hannah’s room,” chan whispers against your temple. you agreed on this last night. you’d stay the night in his bed with him and he’d wake you up early so you could sneak back into hannah’s room. you wonder if he even slept a wink, or if his insomnia kept him up all night.

“mmm, don’t wanna,” you grunt, burrowing into his chest and stretching your legs until they pop.

“don’t want you to either. wanna keep you here w’me. just wanna hold you a little longer.” chan kisses your head and squeezes you closer to him. “it’s just for a little while, okay? we’ll talk to them later.”

you begrudgingly pull yourself from chan’s arms and struggle to find the clothes you threw off last night. chan uses his phone flashlight to help. you shrug them on, and leave chan with a slow parting kiss to his lips.

the floor is cold, and you quickly but quietly tiptoe back to hannah’s room so you can crawl under the covers to escape the chill. you slowly turn her doorknob, open it just enough to slide inside, and then turn the knob again so that it won’t click when you close it. you’re about to turn around to head to the bed when her lamp clicks on, and you startle.

you gasp and whirl around to face hannah, only to see her propped up against the pillows and on her phone.

“and where did you come from?” she asks, brows raised. you hit her with a very intelligent uhhhh, but she spares you. “actually, don’t tell me. please don’t tell me, but if you think you’re getting into my bed, you're funny. go take a shower, like, right now!”