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Stray Kids Scenario - I Thought You Hated Me? ~ Seo Changbin

Post Date: 29th January 2023 Content: Smut/ Angst/ Fluff - Changbin x Fem!Reader + ATEEZ’ Wooyoung Word Count: 6.6K TW?: Non Idol!Au/ Enemies to lovers/ Fake dating/ Brother’s best friend/ First Time/ Mentions of a toxic relationship/ Corruption Kink/ Slight thigh riding/ Cowgirl/ Manhandling/ Marking/ Penetration (Unprotected, don’t do this)

Summary: Changbin’s ex girlfriend is getting beyond with her obessiveness and Changbin needs a get-away. What else better than for his best friend, Wooyoung, your brother, to set you up on a fake date to make Sophie back off, much what you hated the idea of. You don’t like Changbin one bit. But how long does the fake dating and hating each other last?

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“Oh look, your favourite person is walking this way,” Wooyoung tries to hold back a loud cackle, alerting his best friend of the presence of Changbin’s stalker... His ex-girlfriend, Sophie. 

Sophie is insane and toxic. Changbin had cut off his relationship with her because she was out of control, harmful, and controlling. It was so unhealthy, especially her obsession with him even after the breakup. She just doesn’t want to let go. She can’t get it in her head that Changbin wants nothing to do with her.

Changbin only has to turn slightly and notice the familiar face running towards him, arms out in front of her as she jumps on him, and Changbin's eyes roll to the back of his head in frustration. Trying to gently get her off him, he attempts to ignore her existence but it is proven almost impossible when she keeps trying to touch him. 

"What do you want now, Sophie?" Changbin lowly growls between gritted teeth, side-eyeing Wooyoung, in search of some help in getting her away from him. Changbin doesn't want to react too badly, considering they're standing in public outside of the gym they regularly go to, probably why Sophie knew exactly where he would be. 

"I miss you, please. I'm sorry, can we please work things out?" Sophie coos at him, pulling at the fabric on his arm, making it extremely difficult for him to contain his anger towards her.

"No. Please leave me alone," He asks as politely as he physically could, trying to refrain from any public conflict, Wooyoung seems to have no idea how to help. He just stands there giving Changbin weird looks as he switches his eyes between his friend and his crazy ex. 

But as a good best friend would, Wooyoung tries his absolute best to think of something, on the spot to try and save his best friend as Sophie is persistent and repeats herself as she starts to whine a 'please' at him. "Sophie, leave him alone. He said no". 

Sophie instantly shoots Wooyoung daggers, arms dropping to her side as she looks at Changbin, ignoring Wooyoung's existence, "But he's the love of my life, I can't let you go my handsome Binnie Boo".

Oh, how the nickname makes Changbin cringe, thinking he might've thrown up in his mouth. In further frustration, his head throws back as he tries to move away from her, "I'm not your Binnie, you're not the love of my life. Get over it". His tone is a lot harsher but she doesn't seem to care what he has to say. 

"Don't lie to me, I know you still love me!" Hitting straight with the dramatics, Sophie starts to well up, tears pooling in her eyes and this just gives Wooyoung the perfect idea. Stepping closer to Changbin, he places a hand on his shoulder, "Come on, brother. Y/N would be upset if you're late to your date with her". 

Changbin's face starts to contort out of confusion, looking at his best friend like he's just eaten the last of his favourite cake. "What? What da-" then it sinks in, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I shouldn't keep her waiting, don't want you hating me for making your sister upset. Let's go".

"A date? With who?" Sophie asks in disbelief, the whole thing going over her head as a tear falls down her cheek. 

Changbin turns to her slowly, placing a hand on her shoulder and forcing an apologetic face, softening his voice, "I'm sorry, Soph. Y/N, Wooyoung's sister has my heart. She's everything I've ever wanted and more. I've loved her since we were little. I guess I just didn't realise it until she stayed up with me all night after our breakup". 

Of course, that was a lie. It's all an act to get Sophie off his back. In fact, you and Changbin would much rather not know each other at all. Hate is a strong word, but you and Changbin definitely hate one another, and can't stand being in the same room. 

So the thought that that's the best cover-up Wooyoung could think of is a definite cause for him to give Wooyoung a firm talking to. 

It's a mystery why you hate each other so much, but you just can't even look eye to eye. You've hated Changbin since school, he was always trying to put on a show and make a fool of himself, and you've just never seen what's appealing about Changbin. On the contrary, Changbin thinks you're a spoilt brat, being the favourite child and you act like it too. 

"Well I hope you're happy!" Sophie cries as she runs off, leaving Wooyoung cackling as Changbin shoots him evil looks, pointing at him, "Y/N? Really?" Changbin whispers aggressively, arms wailing as his friend continues to laugh, "I'm so getting you back for that".

An hour goes by and Changbin goes back to his apartment, meeting his other friend for a game night whilst Wooyoung waltzes into your room, with a massive grin on his face. "What do you want?" You look up briefly from your book, already dreading what he's going to come out with.

"I need a favour," He whispers, partially shutting his eyes with his hand in front of him, pinching his index and thumb together, "Just a little favour".

"I'm not lying to mom and dad for you again, forget it".

"No, no. No need for that, it's not for me. Well, it is but... don't get mad..." His voice starts to get high-pitched as he sits on the edge of your bed, keeping a distance to ensure his physical safety after he tells you.

Dropping the book into your lap, your arms cross on your chest, unimpressed already. You're just waiting for him to say it.

"It's for Changbin..." He tries to say as quietly as possible.

"For who?"

"Changbin," He repeats a little louder, scratching the back of his neck as he smiles in hopes that'll help him get away with it.

"No."

It was an instant answer, the mentioning of his name makes your blood boil, and if you know your brother as well as you do, he's dobbed himself into some shit he can't get out of.

Leaning towards you with pleading hands, he whines, "Please!!", but you stick your ground, shaking your head at him as he practically lays on you, begging you. Slowly losing your patience, you snap, "What is the favour then?".

Wooyoung spaces himself away from you again, knowing you'll end up slapping him after he tells you. Almost ready on his toes just in case he needs to bolt it out of your door. Preparing himself, he looks at you, with the famous grin, "I need you to pretend to be Changbin's girlfriend... Only for a couple of weeks. Just to get her off his back".

"You're joking right?!" You yell, fists balling at you and glare at your brother, who's now on edge, waiting for the attack, "I hope she continues to bother him. What went through your mind to involve me in his issues? I don't care for him!".

There was nothing you wanted to do more than to hit him, but instead, you loosen the tightness of your fists and caress your temples, a headache forming from having to deal with your brother's antics on the regular.

"Please?".

"Fine... I'll do it but not for free. I need payment for you putting me through this torture," You sigh in defeat, his pleading eyes and hands giving you no other choice, and the instant return of the grin instantly makes you regret agreeing to it.

"I have 20 bucks," He quickly replies, pulling a 20 out of his pocket and handing it to you, offended when you just look at it, "50 and we can call it a deal," You add in an instant.

"Fine, I'll transfer you the 30 now".

"Thank you, you better love me for doing this. You know how much I don't like your best friend. Would rather lie to mom and dad for you," You laugh, choosing to laugh otherwise you'd cry and throw fists at him.

"Well... That's another thing-" He smiles, instantly dropping the smile when you shoot him more daggers with your eyes, "I'm joking! I promise not to ask for a favour ever again!" He backtracks himself, laughing as you snatch the 20 out of his hand, placing it in your pocket and kicking him off your bed.

A few days go by and you're sitting on your bed, head in a book when your phone starts to ring. Picking it up without looking at the caller ID, you answer it and put the phone to your ear.

"Hey," You answer, unknowing to who was actually phoning you.

After taking a deep breath and trying to remember that you've agreed to do a favour for him, Changbin replies, "Hey, Y/N. Thank you for doing me a favour. I know neither of us wants this, but I thought I'd ring you to thank you".

It was difficult for him to be civil but he really was grateful you'd do this. Of course, he knew you had a price for it but that wasn't an issue for him, even transferring Wooyoung another 50 to send to you too, just for the favour.

"Ugh, it's you, yeah. I guess. Would much rather be someone's fake girlfriend, but you've both paid me to do this so I can't complain I suppose". It was difficult for you too, but you couldn't be too mad about it like you said, you've been paid for it.

There's a moment of excruciating awkward silence before Changbin perks up again, "So... With this whole fake date thing, would you go out on a fake date with me tonight? Just to where Sophie works so she sees for herself and actually get a grip?"

It makes you cringe so badly that you have to do this but you have to say yes, you weren't doing anything else for the night, so you agree to do it, agreeing on a time and meeting place before hanging up and forcing yourself to get ready for the night.

Hearing a small knock at your door, you sluggishly walk over to open it, being welcomed by Wooyoung's smug face, "Oh, you look nice for your little date~" He sings lightly, dancing on the spot as you roll your eyes and walk away from him, going back to doing your make-up.

"Don't taunt me, I'm doing this as a favour and a favour only. Maybe I'll ask for better payment, maybe a payment per date I have to go on," You retaliate, making Wooyoung's hands fly up in defence.

Whilst you're bickering with Wooyoung, Changbin is also sluggishly getting ready, dreading the night as it could either go extremely well and Sophie is off his back for good, or either one of you will end up making it too obvious that it was just a scheme. Hoping for the prior, he walks into the kitchen, the panic of the night making him thirsty, grabbing himself a glass of water.

Minho walks into the room, leaning on the door frame and lets out a low snicker, "Well don't you look good for your date".

"Fake... Fake date. You know how much me and Y/N hate each other, I'm going to ruin Wooyoung when I have an idea what to do," Changbin bites, leaning on the countertop whilst his friend continues to laugh, "I bet 20 bucks that you'll end up together officially".

"There's no way, she's doing me a favour and that's all it is. Once Sophie gets the hint I don't love her anymore and backs off, Y/N and I can go back to our own lives. I'm hoping tonight is the only night I'll have to spend with her".

Patting his friend on the shoulder cockily, Minho passes him to grab himself a drink, "Whatever you say".

- Time Skip -

Patiently waiting at the agreed meeting spot, Changbin rocks on his heels, nerves going through him and regrets letting Wooyoung even consider this to be an option but he starts to consider how this may help sort things out between you both. 

It could potentially be a thing where Wooyoung's playing devil's advocate, unintentionally making a bad situation into something that could turn out better than expected.

However, Changbin is grateful that it's you in some kind of way and not anyone else, understanding that there's mutual feeling in this but he knows for one thing, he definitely won't be able to hate you if all goes well and the plan works. He'd be able to tolerate you, maybe even consider you as a friend but that was as far as he'd go. For now.

"Well don't you look... decent," A slight snarky comment is heard from behind him, turning to see you and without realising, a smile grows on his face and he's in awe at how good you look. 

He's never really paid attention to how you look, but you're so attractive, and he couldn't deny appreciating good looks. It must run in the family "I guess you do too".

Same for you, using the word 'decent' for him is an understatement. He looks better than decent but you weren't going to admit to yourself that he looks amazing, well kept and that smirk? You weren't going to listen to the heart in your chest that's pounding so much it could burst out of it.

"You ready to put on a show?" He distracts you from your subconscious arguing with yourself, offering his hand out as you take it, surprisingly neither of you has a major reaction to the physical touch, remembering this is just for show. Just a fake relationship.

Walking into the restaurant, you’re greeted by the person who you’re putting this whole show on for, the waitress, Sophie. The second she looks up from the desk, her heart drops. She looks for signs of a possibility but with the way Changbin pulls you closer, arm now around your shoulder as he kisses your temple, she chokes on her words. 

"Table for two, please?" Changbin politely asks, smiling as your hand rests on his on your shoulder, looking at Sophie with a smirk as you watch her crumble on the inside, maybe this will be more fun than you thought.

The physical touch and affection that you're receiving bothers you slightly but you have to admit, Changbin is a true gentleman, gentle and courteous. You couldn't complain, he wasn't saying anything or doing anything bad and just as you keep reminding yourself, this is going to be worth it. It'll all end soon.

"Of course..." She chokes, "Right this way".

You could feel the jealousy and hate towards you radiate off her and you find yourself enjoying it, really wanting to play on it as you stand next to your assigned table, making sure that she was watching you as you reach up to place a soft kiss on Changbin's cheek after he pulls your chair out for you.

"You're really getting into this," He remarks, smirking as he watches you take your seat.

Shrugging, you turn to him, "It's the perks of fake dating, plus she really hates this. I like a little drama and being a little petty sometimes". Your reply makes his eyebrow rise, his smirk growing slightly bigger as he hands you the menu.

At this moment, Changbin realises you're really all not that bad, actually considering that he might enjoy this more than he's expecting to. Maybe Minho was right to a certain extent, just not the whole dating thing.

Whilst he's scoping through the menu, you just by chance look up from yours and your eyes fall onto his face, making your heart flutter a little more as you somehow start to appreciate that he's more than just good-looking, realising that he's a genuinely good guy.

However, this starts another fight in your head, that it's just a facade purely for the intentions of why you're fake dating in the first place, but something in your mind and in your heart wants to break free to yell at you that you've thought wrong about your brother's best friend this whole time.

"Are you guys ready to order?" Sophie forces her customer service voice and a smile as she glares at you, cursing you and the ground you walk on as she awaits an answer from either one of you.

Looking at you, Changbin nods, gesturing to you to order first, "Hmm, I think I'll have the steak, medium, and a glass of wine please", You ask, putting on the fakest, softest voice you could, smiling back at Changbin who's grinning more than he has since you've met up.

"Oh, good choice, baby. I think I'll have the same, and a side of garlic bread, please?" He looks up at Sophie, writing down the order and it was clear as day that she was not happy in the slightest.

Walking away with your order, Sophie looks back over her shoulder and it's clear that there are tears in her eyes, trying to hold them back before disappearing behind the bar.

"She doesn't seem happy at all, I think it's working," Changbin scoffs behind his hands, cupped together in front of his face, the smile never going away, only growing more when you look up at him, eyes sparkling in the light.

"I think she's ready to cry, I feel kind of bad for her," You tilt your head, hand down on the table whilst the other supports your head, shoulder on the table, "But as long as she leaves you alone after this, it's a win-win".

Both of you at this moment realise that the hatred you had towards each other was seriously useless, that you hated each other on no grounds, but out of pure distaste because you just couldn't ever see eye to eye. In this moment, you realise that you're willing to get past that as your heart flutters when he looks up at you.

Unconsciously, Changbin's hand is on top of yours, caressing the back of it and you think nothing of it, maybe he's noticed that Sophie is looking but he really couldn't look anywhere else, utterly infatuated with you in silence. Only really realising what he's doing when you move your hand slightly.

This setup is the sign of bad intentions going right, and both of you struggle to even consider letting the other know that you can't really have the same feelings for each other that you had, just waiting patiently for your food in such awkward silence.

"You know what, this date... I mean fa-" Changbin gets cut off by Sophie coming over with your glasses of wine, silently putting them onto the table before walking away, now with a huge amount of attitude, not even being able to look at either of you.

"You were saying," You lightly brush up, taking the glass into your hand as you go to take a sip of the wine, Changbin's cheeks turning a light pink as he dismisses it, "Nothing, just saying that this is doing well, she's getting the hint I think".

In reality, he wanted to say he's genuinely enjoying this night for more than what it was intended for, actually enjoying your company. Not thinking much of it, you just agree with him, trying your best to ignore the fluttering of your heart when your eyes meet again.

"I still hate you," You whisper as quietly as you can, raising an eyebrow at him, getting the same in return.

Not waiting for much longer, your food comes out, being placed in front of you as you start to dig into it, making small talk about what you're both up to whilst trying to keep an eye out for Sophie's presence so you can play on the fake dating ordeal. Though she tends to keep a distance, seemingly just wanting to give you both safe and safe to say, she's realised that she has no chance of getting Changbin back.

Though you're both full, you couldn't resist eyeing up the dessert menu, thinking why not take the opportunity to make the most of the night? And oh, was the dessert so worth it? Especially for the price as well, neither of you could say no to the new waitress that comes over.

"Come here, you have something on your lip," Changbin sighs in a teasing voice, leaning across the table, grinning as his thumb gently swipes over your bottom lip, making you smirk at the warmth of his touch, your heart pacing faster than ever before.

"Thank you, Binnie," You reply, unintentionally giving him the nickname, making Changbin's heart race as he remembers, it's part of the act. But he wants nothing more than for it to be real.

In the time it took for you to order dessert, wait and receive it, Changbin's mind floods with ideas of making a first move on trying to "improve" your relationship, not wanting to be enemies anymore and if he is to listen to his heart, maybe he starts to think more of you.

You're pretty, you're kind, funny, and just amazing in his eyes and he's kicking himself that he's never noticed it before. Not that he's really had the chance to in the past, always being around Wooyoung and thinking he hated you too much to even acknowledge you.

Just as you're about to leave, Sophie calls Changbin, "Go wait outside, princess. I'll be there in a minute," He says in a soothing voice, caressing your cheek before letting you love, "What do you want Sophie? Thank you for being a great server tonight".

Taking a deep breath, she nervously looks for the words to say, fighting back tears as she struggles to look at him, "I hope you're happy with her, I want nothing more than for you to be happy. I'll love you forever, but I know I need to let you go".

"You do, and I'm happy. More than I thought I would be, she's..." He realises that there's more to the night than just the fake dating, but the way he smiles whilst thinking of you, he's smitten, "The best. I wish you the best, Sophie. There's someone out there for you," He nods to her before meeting you outside, sighing and throwing his head back, in relief.

"What did she want?" You laugh, making the first move to walk back home.

"Only that she's noticed how happy I am..." He starts, stopping himself momentarily when you turn to look at him, "With you".

Standing on the corner of the street, you couldn't help but laugh at him, but notice how serious his expression has gotten, genuine eyes with the softest smile on his face. And for a moment, you're infatuated, couldn't get your eyes off him, unknowingly getting closer to him, and kissing him.

"What are you-" He gets cut off by the sudden feeling of your lips on his, hands resting on his shoulders as his snake around your waist, slowly melting into the kiss and sighing happily.

The kiss was totally unintentional, you didn't even know why you did it, but god, did it feel good. Sophie wasn't even watching and even if you would try to use that as an excuse, you couldn't deny how you felt after you finally got out the one thing you wanted to do, just to confirm the feelings that brew inside of you.

Pulling away from the kiss slowly, Changbin's smirk was nothing like you've seen from the night, his eyes turning sultry as he looks down at you, tongue between his teeth as you panicked, removing your hands from him and walking away quickly.

Only to stop yourself, take a deep breath and come to terms with what you've just done.

"I thought you hated me," His sarcastic, teasing tone was enough to make you bite your tongue, his hands slowly returning to your waist from behind as you couldn't even look at him.

"I do".

"Sure you do, that's why you kissed me," His voice deeper and quieter, inching his head closer to your ear, "And what a good kisser you are, for someone who hates me".

Maybe it's the whole "fake-dating" thing that's gotten to you, maybe it's the pent-up rage from Wooyoung making you agree to do this for Changbin that's made you unable to think clearly, but there's one thing now, there's no way you can take that back. You kissed your brother's best friend, who you've claimed to hate for years, and now? The pent-up frustration with yourself turns into something a lot more... Sexual.

Turning around swiftly, your face is barely a centimetre away from him, almost as if he's challenging you to see if you'll kiss him again, and so you do, but this time, it turns into more of a make-out session, in perfect view if Sophie was to notice.

"I hate you," You breathe through the kiss, fighting back every urge to rip his clothes off there and then, "Sure you do," He responds cockily, pulling away before taking your hand, "Come on, you're not going home now, let's go chill at mine".

And you aren't going to say no. There's no way you could say no. Maybe you'll regret this by the end of the night, but right now, you thought you've gotten this far, how much worse could it get?

The second you get through his front door, your lips reattach, and there's no mercy in the way you kiss each other, with fiery passion as you fight with your tongues, making your way to his bedroom, completely ignoring the fact that Minho was in his bedroom.

"You still hate me now?" He cockily asks, gently laying you down on his bed before his lips attach to your neck, making you sigh heavily and pant at the feeling that sends shivers down your core and a burning sensation pools there too.

Never have you been in this type of situation, and never have you had someone touch you like this. It was your deepest, darkest secret that you've only ever gotten as far as foreplay with someone, never really finding the want or need for sex, until now.

"Wait," You quip, slight panic setting in when his hands make their way under your shirt, warm hands on your bare skin on your sides.

"I'm sorry, do you want me to stop?" He says with a pure apologetic tone, instantly retracting his hands and leaning back on his heels to give you a little bit of space.

Looking up at him, the feeling of reassurance you instantly feel when he gently caresses your thigh makes you comfortable, "I've just never done anything with anyone really," You say in an almost whisper, almost sounding apologetic, but the reassuring smile on his face couldn't be any more help than it already is.

Hearing that, it just makes Changbin's mind go wild with thoughts of him being your first, finding it to be a huge shame that you've never known what a good night really is, with a slightly smirk and a seductive tone, he leans in so his face is almost touching yours, "That's okay, I can show you how to have a good night. Only if you want it though".

He doesn't move his face, just staring at you with lustful admiration, your eyes wide and glued to his as you do as you did earlier on, randomly kiss him with your hands grabbing at his biceps, tongue swiping his bottom lip.

"Do you want to stop? You can say so if you need me to?" Changbin asks again, softer, his voice lighter as he presses another kiss to your lips.

You shake your head slowly in reply, taking a deep breath before reaching to kiss him back, with much more passion than it has been for the last few minutes, "I trust you".

Looking into your soft big eyes, there's something about your innocence and the change in attitude from you that sends him over the edge. He now wants to make it extra special as his feelings play on his mind, finding that at this moment, he's completely and utterly falling over heels for you.

A gentle gesture of his thumb caresses your cheek as you look back at him, smiling, you realise that you seriously wouldn't do this with anyone else, under any circumstances. The night going from being a fake date, hating each other to now being underneath him without any anger or hatred towards him, your heart warms at the thought that maybe you're second-guessing your hatred, maybe this night will definitely change the relationship between you both and you weren't going to fight it.

The passionate kisses turn into something heated as his hands find their way to your waist, holding you tight as there's no space left between you. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you gently pull on it with the flow of the kisses, soft pants and whimpers in between.

Ths kissing is enough to make your core pool with a burning sensation for him, and the way he smirks into the kissing, your mind is going insane.

"So you don't hate me?" He pulls away, fingers teasing at the hem of your shirt, his smirk permanent on his face as he slowly teases it up your body.

"Shut up and fuck me already," You quip, winking at him as you take control and take your shirt off instead.

The drastic change in your attitude makes him feral, his eyes turning lustful and his mind going places he never thought he'd go to, especially thinking about you. You're going to be the one he's never going to be able to let go of now.

His lips were on your lips now they were across your collar bone, making your chest rise at a quickened pace, making you pant as the gentle touch of his lips on your bare skin made their way down your chest until he reaches the top of your bra.

His hands tease around your back and within seconds, the bra is unhooked, sliding them off your body before his lips wrap around one of your nipples, making you gasp at the feeling. Tongue swiping across the sensitive nub whilst his hand caresses the other, thumb brushing over the other nipple, making you whine more.

Just above the nipple, he marks the skin, sucking and licking over the bruise as it rises to the top, leaving a dark red blotch, continuing this on as he lowers himself down your body, marking your bare skin with hickeys from your chest to just above the waistband of your trousers.

Within seconds, they're gone too, his eyes dark and sultry as he glances up at you, with a pout on your lips, face reddened by how hot it was getting in the room. but also with how good he's already making you feel.

Wanting to match with you, he gets rid of his own clothes, throwing them onto the floor haphazardly to join yours.

In the time it takes him to do this, you get the greatest idea, pushing him back onto the bed as his back hits the wall, legs lying across the bed, situating yourself onto his lap.

Though before you could even find yourself to be sitting perfectly on his lap, you land on his thigh at first. The movement of trying to correct your position, your core brushing against your thigh, you whimper. The muscles of his thigh tense purposefully, making your head throwback when you roll your hips onto him once more.

The friction of his thigh muscles tensing and releasing against your core makes you whimper and whine, his hands back onto your waist, holding it firmly, letting out a low sigh at the sight of you getting off on his thigh alone.

"Awh look at you~" He coos playfully, teasing you as he pulls you over his lap, situating you properly and laughing when you glare at him, "Awh don't tell me you hate me now".

"I hate you," You lie through your teeth, of course, you hate him for teasing you but that's about it, now you're full of lust for him, even going as far as to say admiration for him too.

You're holding yourself up, watching as he carefully lines himself up to your core, soaked from all the teasing and kissing already.

"You're on top, you're in control," He says, smirking as you look down at him, slowly lowering yourself down onto him, taking your own time and as he said, you're in control.

There was seriously no need for foreplay at this point, you needed him, and you need each other. The tip was enough to have you crying, your head throwing back once again as you push through the slight pain from the stretch and sit down, letting him completely fill you up.

"Fuck!" He hisses, feeling your tight walls tensing around him, giving yourself a moment before you make another move, getting used to the feeling, "I love a girl on top".

With his words playing with your mind, finding his lips again, you slowly start to move on his cock, lifting and lowering yourself slowly. Making you moan on his lips as he eats them happily, hands moving from your waist to your ass, holding you up and giving each cheek a good squeeze.

"You're so fucking hot, riding my dick like such a good girl," He groans through the kisses, his grip getting harsher on the flesh of your ass.

This just gives you the incentive to bounce on his cock, moans filling the room as you cry his name. Loud enough you're sure that the whole street could hear you but you couldn't care.

"Who thought you, my best friend's innocent little sister could ride a dick so good, huh?" He continues, biting his lip when you roll your hips after slamming back down on him and loudly crying on his lips. 

"Shut up," You manage to cry out, finding your head fitting in the crook of his neck, also finding this to be the perfect opportunity to mark him just as he did to you, leaving bigger and darker purple marks down his neck.

From this alone, he uses his strength, not that it was a challenge anyway to hold you up, thrusting up into you as you bite down onto his shoulder, eyes rolling to the back of your head with barely audible cries and whimpers flowing out of your mouth. Your mind goes completely numb.

"Awh look at you, baby. Taking this dick so well, your moans are so sweet," Growling in your ear, something in the way your moans sound like sweet melodies to him turns him animalistic, growling more and digging his nails into you, biting your shoulder with little nips just to make you moan more.

Though he's loving every second of you being on top, he just couldn't hold back much longer, holding you with one arm, he gets to his feet with your legs wrapped around his waist. Holding you up, with no issue at all, he lifts and lowers you down onto his cock, just to show off his strength and of course, just to see your reaction when he does it so effortlessly.

The way his tip brushes right up against the sweet spot in this position makes you wail, screaming his name louder and louder each time as the knot starts to tie and tighten with a quickened pace. Almost too quick that you're ready to come all undone over his cock any second.

Feeling that you're so close, with the pulsating sensation around his cock, he nips at your ear lobe, making a deep sigh at the pleasurable sensation, "Fuck, is my pretty girl going to cum? Cum on this cock and still claim she hates me? Huh?".

And with that, your legs shake as the pleasure hits you hard. "Changbin! Fuck-!" You scream repetitively, holding onto his shoulders with everything you have as you tighten your grip around him, only bringing his own orgasm closer.

"That's it baby, you're okay," He reassures softly, lowering you down onto his cock, just letting it sit inside of you as you catch your breath and come to your senses, gently being placed back on the bed.

His finger traces your hairline, gently placing the stray hair behind your ear with gentle rocking motions with his hips meeting yours.

"I... don't hate... you," You sigh through your pants, smiling before another moan escapes your lips when his hips rock into you a little harsher, "Fuck!".

"I know you don't, princess," He huffs through another pleasure hit, the urge to cum getting harder to avoid, pulling out and hot strings of his cum covering your abdomen, the both of you taking in a deep breath as his cock twitches in his hands.

Sitting back on his heels, he just looks at your fucked out state, eyes fluttering, warm and a sheer layer of sweat coats both of your bodies.

Letting you lay there, he rushes to the bathroom, coming back with a warm wet cloth to clean you up, being ever so gentle with you. Even going as far as grabbing you one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers, putting them on you so you didn't have to move.

"It's okay, don't move. I'll take care of you," He softly speaks, peppering the tip of your nose with kisses as he pulls down his shirt down your torso, shortly after getting himself into some clothes too, joining you in the bed and pulling you in close to him.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" You choke, finally back to reality, looking up at him as you're rested in his arms and against his chest.

"Because I can't bring myself to hate you, my heart won't allow it. I know today was meant to be a case of getting Sophie off my back, but I never thought I'd end up falling for you as I have," He whispers, head above yours, fingers tracing circles on your bare thigh.

"It's been a good day, I never thought I'd enjoy it as much as I have... Wait..." You completely didn't realise what he said as you try to continue on from the conversation of the fake date plan, the realisation hits you and you're wide-eyed.

"You... Like me?" You quickly add, turning to face him completely, and being greeted with the softest, sweetest smile, eyes pure with admiration.

"No... I hate you~" He teases, rolling his eyes jokingly before placing another kiss on your forehead, "I don't hate you, I wouldn't have let you kiss me if I hated you that much".

"Well, I still hate you," You poke your tongue out at him, giggling as he rolls his eyes again. Bursting out into laughter when he starts to tickle you, "No! Please," You squeal.

You try to get out of his grasp, "Okay, okay! I'll be honest, I'm glad Wooyoung unintentionally set us up. I don't hate you either, I think being in the restaurant and seeing how nice you actually are, made me realise that I've always needed someone... Like you".

"Now that's a conversation we have to have... with Wooyoung. I don't think he's going to be very happy that his plan worked but not to what he thought it would," Changbin breathed in, side-eyeing you before you both crack with laughter.

But that will be a conversation for another time, now you just wanted to enjoy each other's company. Now there's no hate in the way, you realise after a long night, you don't think you could be without each other.

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[blossom-hwa]

inspired by the conan gray song by the same name. specifically the sped up tiktok version. sue me.

wc: 4.5k ~ changbin x gender neutral!reader ~ university!au, party!au, one-sided love ~ triggers: cursing, mentions of drugs (only in the song, not the story itself), alcohol consumption, allusions to sex, making out but not much else ~ stray kids masterlist

~ When the night is gone and over, you know you won’t see him again. That’s how you know this needs to end.

This party's shit, wish we could dip Go anywhere but here

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When you pull up to the house with its flashing lights and thumping music, all you can really think to yourself is one thing.

What am I doing here?

There are a multitude of possible answers. Get drunk. Dance. Have sex. Et cetera. But even as you shove your way through the door with only the most fleeting of smiles at the already-drunk owner, you know that your reason isn’t really one of them.

Well, it kind of is. The third one is part of it. But it’s not so much the having sex part that you really want and more the person you want to find.

Your stomach flips at the thought of him. The guy you like so much, whose kisses feel like a drug – he means everything to you.

It’s too bad you don’t mean much to him.

But in his arms you can pretend, at least, can delude yourself into thinking that what you have is something special. That he would choose you out of a crowd to be with, that he’d go out of his way for you in a way that he wouldn’t for others. It’s pretend, all pretend, but sometimes, you can fool yourself into thinking it’s at least a little bit real.

You squeeze through the crowded kitchen, picking up a cup of something along the way. You take a sniff and a sip – it’s disgusting, but what alcohol isn’t – and keep forging through the house. Maybe you can find him. Maybe he hasn’t left yet.

“Y/N.”

A hand grabs your wrist. Turns you around. Your lips thin into a line as you take in the form of someone who is decidedly not the person you were looking for.

Yeonjun stares back, an eyebrow raised, very much looking the part of the disappointed friend who’s been very vocal about your self-destructive party habits for quite some time. His gaze flickers over your clothes, the cup in your hand, and then he looks back into your eyes to search for something he must already know is going to be there.

And it must be, because his face goes dark with disappointment again.

He sighs. You sigh too, ready to pull away and remind him you’re a dumb adult who can make their own dumb decisions without interference, but Yeonjun’s grip tightens around your wrist and you can’t go anywhere.

“Come on,” he snaps, sounding very tired and very worried all at once. “We need to talk.”

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Don't take a hit, don't kiss my lips And please don't drink more beer

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Yeonjun somehow magics an empty room out of nowhere, shoving you inside before he enters too. The door shuts with a click and then you two are alone.

He crosses his arms in front of the door. “Why are you here?”

You almost laugh. Wasn’t that the same question you asked yourself as you stepped into the house? The question you know the answer to just as well as Yeonjun does?

When you don’t reply, Yeonjun only sighs. “You’re too attached.”

This time, you do laugh. It comes out bitter, caustic, coated with a layer of self-disgust and desperation. “What, you think I don’t know that?”

“Then why do you keep coming back?” Yeonjun snaps. “Look, I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N, but he’s just – he’s not –”

Tears threaten to creep their ways out of your eyes and down your cheeks. You force them back. “I know,” you reply, low so your voice doesn’t shake. “I know – but –”

He wouldn’t get it. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t understand how you have to delude yourself into these moments of pretend, if only just to bask in that blissful fake reality where he loves you back, loves you as much as you love him. Because it’s – it’s not scary, but it hurts to live in a world where Changbin doesn’t really care about you outside of sex and parties. It’s not his fault. He’s not a bad person. He just – he doesn’t know, and he doesn’t care.

You’ve started crying. You’ve started crying and the only reason you realize is because Yeonjun’s face crumples and in one, two steps he has you wrapped in a hug, a very comforting hug that is nothing like Changbin’s arms but feels so much better in this moment because Changbin’s embrace is nothing but a dream while you know this is very, very real.

“Do you really need him?” Yeonjun whispers, pulling back just enough that you have to look into his eyes. “Y/N, tell me truthfully, do you really need him?”

“It – it feels like I do,” you say, voice thick with everything you want to say but can’t. “It feels like – like if I don’t do this, I’ll have nothing left – no one will love me –”

“That’s not true.” Yeonjun’s hands find their way to your shoulders, holding you steady. “That’s not true, Y/N. People love you. People will always love you. You don’t need to keep chasing after someone who won’t appreciate you the way you deserve just to pretend that you can be loved because you can have that in reality, okay?” His voice softens to a whisper. “Don’t do this to yourself. Please.”

You have half a mind to snap something back out of sheer defense, to ask something like why do you care or what do you have to do with this the same way you did several times before. But the longer you look at Yeonjun, the longer you stare at the lines of the frown on his face, the downward curve of his lips, the hot desperation in his eyes, the more you see something broken in his expression.

Something about as broken as you feel inside.

“Okay.” The word leaves your lips like a breath of air – soft, involuntary, barely a whisper. It surprises you at first – you don’t think you can say it again – but you find the word still on your tongue and it comes out once more, a little louder this time. “Okay. I – I won’t.”

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I'ma crawl outta the window now 'Cause I don't like anyone around

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Something cracks in Yeonjun’s expression, relief and a thousand other emotions you can’t decipher pouring from every line on his face. It looks a little familiar, this expression, but you can’t quite figure out this mix of emotions and you don’t have the energy to try. You only shed a few tears but it feels like a river poured from your eyes with the way your body just wants to collapse on the floor and knock out right then and there.

“I’m going to leave,” you say, tearing your attention from Yeonjun’s expression to the door behind him.

“Okay.” Yeonjun’s hands fall from your shoulders and you miss their warmth for a moment before another wave of exhaustion crashes over your body and you can’t quite remember it anymore. “Want me to come with you?”

“Did you drive?”

He nods.

“So did I.” You sigh. “It’s fine. I only had a sip, I’m sober. I can get myself home.”

Yeonjun looks at you for a long moment. For a second it looks like he has something he wants to say, but then he doesn’t and you conclude it’s just your brain playing tricks on you as usual. “Text me when you get back.”

You muster a small smile on your way out the door. “I will.”

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Kinda hope you're following me out But this is definitely not my crowd

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The smell of alcohol and sweat fills your nose immediately when you leave the room. Fighting the urge to gag, you squeeze along the wall towards the main room where you know you came from. God, you hate this – you already know you’re going to be taking a long shower when you get back.

You put your cup down on a table, still full of whatever punch or jungle juice you got for yourself before Yeonjun knocked some sense into your brain. You don’t bother to remember where you left it – there’s no point. You won’t be back.

This is so bad. You never should’ve come here. Isn’t it stupid, the things you’ll do for a guy who barely pays attention to you other than a wave and a smile when he sees you sober? It’s dumb, so dumb – why are you so dumb –

Wouldn’t it be funny, your brain decides to say, if Changbin saw you right now and called your name?

Funny, indeed. You have to snort.

Is it bad that you kind of want it to happen?

“Y/N!”

What the –

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Nineteen but you act twenty-five now Knees weak, but you talk pretty fly, wow

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You whirl around, heart fluttering at the familiar voice as a dumb little smile threatens to spread across your expression –

It isn’t too hard to quash when you see the state that Changbin’s already in.

Stumbling slightly, a can sloshing in his hand. Red tinges his cheeks, a tinge that will turn into a flush if he doesn’t put down that can of godforsaken beer and his eyes are a touch too unfocused to be normal. “Changbin,” you say, low voice a contrast to his loud chirp of joy. “Hey, come on –” you grab his arm as he almost trips over air – “god, how much have you had to drink?”

“Some,” is the only vague answer you receive. Well, at least he’s responding to questions. “Why are you wallflower-ing around? You could be with your pick of people.” He winks greasily, and despite everything you have to suppress a smile. “Or you could’ve found me.”

Yeah. You could’ve. You probably would’ve if a certain someone hadn’t cornered you half an hour ago, eyes dark with something between disapproval and worry as he took in your dressed-up form, lips already opening like something of a warning.

A warning you said you’d try to heed.

God, this was a mistake. Such a fucking mistake. You resist the urge to scream as Changbin’s smile doesn’t fade. You promised Yeonjun you’d leave – promised because you knew he was right, had known it for a long time – but here you are, trapped again in Changbin’s eyes and unable to leave just like every other damn time.

“I haven’t been here long,” you say, ignoring the furrow of Changbin’s eyebrows that signals he doesn’t understand why you just got here when the party’s been going on for at least an hour. He doesn’t need to know it’s a lie. “And I’m already bored.”

Changbin’s eyes darken as he takes another sip from whatever vile concoction is in his cup. All it does is make your heart rate spike. “Bored?”

You’re too attached, Yeonjun had said. And I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N, but he’s just – he’s not –

He’s not. Yeonjun was right. Changbin is only interested in something other than a friendly smile and a wave when he’s had something to drink and so have you and there’s only one thing (or so he thinks) on your minds.

He doesn’t know. He probably will never know. It kills you to know that, and it’s why you said you’d leave. That you wouldn’t come back, that you wouldn’t seek Changbin out ever again.

“Yeah, bored.” You raise an eyebrow, lifting your lips in the smirk you know Changbin loves to see on your face. “Wanna make out?”

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Ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed Take me where the music ain't too loud

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Somewhere along the way, the strobe lights and thrumming music that you hated so much before disappear into the haze of Changbin’s lips. It always happens this way – always – his kisses like a drug, turning your mind fuzzier than all the alcohol in the room could.

Maybe it’s the knowledge that this is the only time you’ll ever be able to taste the honey sweetness of his lips, feel the gentle firmness of his body pressed against yours, that addicts you to him so much. Because you could never do this outside in daylight, could never do this anywhere but under the cover of sweaty darkness at another one of these mind-numbing parties.

He does something and you gasp into the kiss, giving him the opening to bite your lip softly, nip it just enough for want to pool dark and heavy in your stomach, a fire beginning to simmer in your blood.

Maybe it’s that. Or maybe it’s just the fact that Changbin kisses better than anyone you’ve ever met.

Strong arms pull you closer to him as he groans into your mouth, hands rising along your body, leaving a trail of fire everywhere he touches. You lean into it – press into it because you want it, need it so much –

Do you really need him?

Don’t do this to yourself.

“Y/N?”

You blink. The haze of the world has fallen away, the piercing lights and terrible music back in full force as Changbin pulls away, lips swollen but eyes narrowed with concern. Too late you realized you haven’t been responding enough, and, god –

This is why you love him. This is why you’re so damn attached – because Changbin may not care for you in the way you want to care for him, but even drunk, he does care in some small, important ways, and it’s always those small things that make you hope for more even though you know you’re never going to get it.

“You good?”

You could say no. You could just say no, tell him you aren’t feeling well and leave. Never come back. Heed Yeonjun’s advice and do your best to never see Changbin again. He wouldn’t notice. He wouldn’t care. Not in the way you wanted to, anyway.

You promised you would leave. You should be long gone.

Instead, because you’re an addict hooked on the drug of Changbin’s kisses, you’re still here.

You nod your head. “It’s a little loud,” you say, and you almost have to laugh when Changbin’s eyebrows rise in sardonic reply. “And crowded.”

As if on cue, someone’s elbow knocks your shoulder and you jerk forward with a hiss, nearly falling right into Changbin’s chest.

And suddenly you’re close again, and even though you were making out just seconds ago this tiny distance between his lips and yours makes your heart pound even faster than when you were kissing.

“We could leave,” Changbin says, breath ghosting across your skin. It smells like beer and punch and a little sweet, too, in the way that Changbin is poisonously, addictingly sweet. “My place or yours?”

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Trade drinks, but you don't even know her Save me 'till the party is over

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It’s so easy to feel special when he’s like this. So easy. And if you were still the you from months ago when you first met eyes with one Seo Changbin at a party like this, you’d probably give in to the feeling even if you knew what you do now.

But you aren’t special. You aren’t. Because you’ve seen Changbin flirt with people who weren’t you at other parties, seen him pass a girl a drink with a smile and trade a laughs with a boy who took even your breath away. You’ve seen him kissing so many people in so many corners, watching him stumble out of the door, giggling with someone on his arm that wasn’t you. You’ve seen it. Watched it. Witnessed it.

And even if you’re one that Changbin favors a little more than the others, it doesn’t matter. Because in the end, even if he’s everything you want, you’re only a piece of what he wants.

“You’re drunk,” you say in response, because that’s the only defense you can pull that isn’t the flat-out neither that would result in either an unpleasant confrontation or you giving in and saying yours like you’ve always done before. “I’ll drive you home.”

“So, mine?”

It won’t hurt to let him believe that for a bit. It won’t, you tell yourself, even though you do feel kind of bad for leading him on – but he’s already so drunk and you know he can’t drive, you should at least keep him from stumbling home on his own or throwing up in an Uber later.

You just want to spend more time with him, the evil rational voice in the back of your mind says.

It’s right.

“Sure,” is all you say, hauling yourself up from the couch. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

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Kiss me in the seat of your Rover Real sweet, but I wish you were sober

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He kisses you long and hard in the car, a hand on your thigh as he creeps closer and closer. Your keys jingle in your hand, nearly slipping from your fingers as you let his lips drag down the side of your neck and into the hollow of your throat.

“You’re gonna – Changbin – you’re gonna need to let me drive, you know,” you finally gasp, giving him a little shove. And I’m going to get drunker on your kisses if you keep going. “Let me get you home.”

“Driving can wait,” he says into the bruises he’s sucking into your skin. “It can wait as long as we need.”

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I wish you were sober (Wish you were so, wish you were so, wish you were sober) I wish you were sober

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God, you wish he was sober.

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Tripped down the road, walking home You kissed me at your door

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Driving along the empty streets, it doesn’t take long to get to Changbin’s apartment. In front of the familiar building, you have to swallow a lump of emotion that again, you don’t have the energy to decipher.

“Come on,” you say, helping him out of the car. “Where are your keys?”

They’re in his pocket. But clearly Changbin has little intention of actually going inside in a proper fashion because when you shove your hand into his pocket to get them out, he takes advantage and presses you up against the door of his apartment and brings your lips together once more.

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Pulling me close, begging me to stay over But I'm over this rollercoaster

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Your mind spins. On one hand this is kind of your fault for not making it clear before you left the party, but on the other you need to get out of here and you don’t owe Changbin anything, nothing at all – you promised that you’d stop, promised you’d leave the party with no more strings attached, and you’ve already fucked up the second half of that promise so you need to at least follow through with the first half before you break down and lose yourself again –

Somewhere along the way, Changbin has taken the keys from your hand and unlocked his door. The two of you stumble inside, still joined together as Changbin’s arm snakes around your waist, his teeth biting small marks into your neck and shoulders. You gasp – a soft moan escapes your lips when he sucks there, right there – and holy shit, you want this more than anything.

Do you? Do you really?

It’s like ice cold water douses your whole body. Because yes, you want this. You want to feel Changbin’s body on you, want to feel his lips press kisses onto every inch of your skin before the night is over. But that’s a superficial want – it isn’t what you really need.

Changbin can’t give you what you need. Won’t give you what you need. Not now. Not ever.

You heave a shaky breath. Push him away.

“Stop.”

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I'ma crawl outta the window now Getting good at saying, "gotta bounce"

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Changbin blinks. “What?”

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Honestly you always let me down And I know we're not just hanging out

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You take another deep breath. Fix Changbin’s unfocused eyes with your own.

“I need to stop.”

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Nineteen but you act twenty-five now Knees weak, but you talk pretty fly, wow

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Confusion fills Changbin’s flushed face. A hint of clarity comes back into his expression and he steps away immediately, but the confusion only mixes with concern. “Are you all right? I – did I do something – I’m sorry if I did –”

And, fuck – that’s just what it is. That concern. That worry. That immediate apology in case he did something that made you uncomfortable, the base kindness you’d expect and even demand from anyone else but that feels special coming from him.

It feels like – like if I don’t do this, I’ll have nothing left – no one will love me –

It feels like love, a semblance of it, when Changbin has his lips on yours, his hands roaming everywhere on your body as yours trail up his back, to his shoulders, finding purchase around his neck and in his hair. It feels like it. You want it to feel like it.

But it isn’t love. On your part, maybe. But not on his.

People love you. People will always love you. You don’t need to keep chasing after someone who won’t appreciate you the way you deserve just to pretend that you can be loved because you can have that in reality, okay?

Don’t do this to yourself. Please.

You shake your head. “You didn’t do anything.” Your voice is raspier than you’d like it, a sure sign of tears that want to come, but you force them back. “It’s me. I just can’t do this.”

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Ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed Take me where the music ain't too loud

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If anything, the confusion on Changbin’s face only intensifies. “Then… why?”

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Trade drinks, but you don't even know her Save me 'till the party is over

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You have a lot of memories in this apartment. Nights spent in passion and mind-numbing bliss, bruises sucked into each other’s skin, heated kisses as you explored each other’s mouths, arms encasing you until you almost felt safe from the world in their warmth.

Your eyes flicker to where you know the bedroom is. The dinky little mattress that you could be on now, if you just gave up this time and kept going. Changbin is drunk enough – he probably wouldn’t remember what you said in the morning if you put a stop to it right now. You could make another bittersweet memory here, drown yourself in the love you have for a man who doesn’t even know. You could do it, pretend you’re special for one more night.

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Kiss me in the seat of your Rover Real sweet, but I wish you were sober

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And yet every one of the memories here was under the cover of darkness. Under the influence of alcohol, at least on his part, smelling of beer and punch as he pulled you onto the mattress. Never in the daylight. Never where he’d want to see you without your party guise on.

Knowing this, it’s getting really difficult to keep pretending you’re something special.

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I wish you were sober (Wish you were so, wish you were so, wish you were sober) I wish you were sober

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You take a step back, letting a soft, sad little smile that you’ve never shown him before curve your lips. “You’d never do this if you were sober,” you say to uncomprehending eyes. “And that’s not what I want.”

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I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish I wish you were sober I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish I wish you were sober

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It turns out Changbin isn’t too drunk, you guess. Because his expression clears just a bit in some understanding, as much comprehension as the alcohol will allow. Conflicting emotions flash across his face and for the umpteenth time this evening you have zero desire to try and figure them out, both because you’re too tired and because you don’t really want to know what Changbin is thinking.

Poor Y/N. How could they have done this, how could they have tricked themselves into wanting something they couldn’t have?

God, fuck your mind for being able to think. Hypotheticals are bad on a good day and horrible on a bad one. Like this. If you were drunk – if you’d had more than a sip of that stupid punch –

You were always sober when you came over. It’s easier to feel the moment when you aren’t drunk, too lost in a haze of alcohol to enjoy what you can. You’re sober now, just like all those times before.

It’s the first time you kind of wish you weren’t.

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Nineteen but you act twenty-five now Knees weak, but you talk pretty fly, wow

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“You’re drunk,” you say, because it’s the only thing you can think to say without going into a messy spiel and possibly crying all over the floor. “Drink some water and get some sleep.” You try to smile. “I have to go.”

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Ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed Take me where the music ain't too loud

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When you turn away, you take a last glance at the bedroom, at the couch. Again, you want it – want it so badly you almost look back at Changbin to tell him to forget everything you said, ignore every word that came from your mouth, you didn’t mean any of it. The lingering confusion on his face hurts. You don’t want to leave him like this.

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Trade drinks, but you don't even know her Save me 'till the party is over

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But then in what way would you leave him? You don’t speak outside of night hours. All you can hope for is a wave and a smile when you pass each other on campus. How would you tell him, even? Hey, Changbin, I can’t sleep with you anymore because I’m kind of in love with you and I know you don’t feel the same.

How stupid would that sound?

You have to do it now. Surrounded by the reminders that you aren’t special to him so that you can’t delude yourself more. Because this isn’t for Changbin. It’s for you. A one-sided breakup, if you will.

That sounds even stupider. But you know, deep down inside, that you need it. That it’s true.

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Kiss me in the seat of your Rover Real sweet, but I wish you were sober

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You fully turn away. Speak with lips he kissed just ten minutes ago, all without looking back.

“Good night, Changbin.”

The door shuts quietly behind you.

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· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.

words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warnings・minsung’s are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO

a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.

but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.

fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.

the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”

“wha—huh? what is?”

“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”

your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.

“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”

no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”

he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.

“you’re…embarrassed?”

the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.

“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”

“i know, right? i was just about to say.”

minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.

but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).

you take it into your own hands. literally.

you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.

he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.

but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.

you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”

minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.

you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.

(good luck.)

changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.

your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—

“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.

that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.

you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date. 

no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

han turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.

the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.

“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”

you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.

he loses it.

the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.

chan and han look at each other, sigh. han takes a video.

hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.

on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.

on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.

the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.

hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.

then, she flirts with him.

from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.

you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.

once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice.

“you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit.”

jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.

you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.

finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.

“baby, your mouth is open.”

you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”

“what do you mean?”

“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”

it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.

“do i actually?”

“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”

“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”

the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.

you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.

felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.

he stood by the stage’s entrance just before curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”

“something like that,” he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.

the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.

two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.

felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck. 

his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.

let me.

you do.

his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence. 

“well?” you whisper.

“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips. 

he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.

the earth slants under his feet.

“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”

seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade. 

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”

“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”

“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”

upside-down, he watches you dust off puppym’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.

“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”

but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.

“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.

“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”

“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”

“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.

puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.

one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.

you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—

“I KNEW IT!”

you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)

“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”

you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.

“hwuck,” he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)

“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.

after some time, he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”

“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.

“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”

“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)

“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”

you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.

desperate times call for desperate measures.

you rip the orange from your lips. “yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”

both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.

the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, that’s against the rules!)

but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.

jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.

he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—

you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. “ih ih eawahin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)

yoon replies, “huh?” (translation: huh?)

—dissipates, immediately.

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Boyfriend SKZ!Fake Texts - They have a wet dream about you

Genre: Smut, fairly detailed. Like, its dirty

Warnings: mentions of unprotected sex (wear a rubber, yall), breeding (? - if you squint and only for Jeongin's), Jeongin is a tad bit possessive, It gets more dirty the further you get.

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stolen kisses with stray kids — established relationship, extreme fluff, some might be suggestive ? (2.0k words)

moments they steal a kiss & where they do it

chan. during movie night when everyone’s asleep

it’s a little scandalous, they way he reaches for your lips while his friends are asleep during one of your movie nights.

it’s around 2am, and the only reason you’re still awake is because chan’s being extra clingy with the way he squeezes your waist, running his cold hand under your shirt.

how can anyone expect him to fall asleep though? not when you’re so close to him, and he can smell your shampoo, and feel your steady breathing.

“sleepy.” you mumble, grabbing the ends of your shared blanket that jisung had stolen most of hours ago. chan had to excuse himself midway through your third movie to get you a new one.

“hmm.” he hums in response, nuzzling his nose against your hair, hands planting themselves on your bare waist. “is my baby sleepy?”

“mhm.” chan can’t help but grin down at you, disentangling his head from your hair for a moment to look at you—your sleepy smile and drooping eyes. how could he not press his lips on yours when you’re looking at him like that?

it feels like a shot of espresso, and he would’ve gone in for another one had you not fallen asleep, head buried in his neck and arms gripping his shirt.

minho. at the dance practice room while waiting for everyone else to arrive

minho’s arms are immediately locked around your torso the minute you walk into your university’s dance practice room. your boyfriend had rented it out for the evening with his friends to practice their final project, and you’d come with dinner and your support.

“5 minutes.” he whispers with a sinister grin, and you’re about to question what he meant when he goes straight in for your lips. ah, five minutes before his friends get here.

his lips aren’t shy at all. you can feel him growing more desperate as seconds pass, and you don’t know what’s gotten into your boyfriend for him to be kissing you like this, but you don’t exactly have any complaints.

minho kisses up your jaw, pulling your hips closer to his before planting his lips back on yours. and you have to admit, it’s a little attractive to catch a glimpse of the way he’s holding you and the way he’s kissing you from the dance studio’s big fucking mirror.

you don’t even realize how much time had passed. everything felt like a blur with the way your boyfriend was kissing you. but before you know it, there are knocks on the door and minho is breathing heavily against your neck.

he presses one last final kiss on your lips before he’s pulling away from the tight grip he’d placed you in earlier. it’s impressive, the way he immediately switches to a more composed version of himself—unlocking the doors and welcoming his friends inside. the smile on his face is gone, and it makes your face heat up to think that they have no idea what had happened just five minutes before they walked into the studio.

changbin. in the gym room against the lockers

“babe, i have the water bottle you’d left—oh!”

changbin gives you no warning when he kisses you against the lockers of his condominium’s gym. you suppose it’s because he’s the only one there. despite his appearance, your boyfriend is usually shy when it comes to public displays of affection.

it doesn’t help that he has a very visible afterglow after his workout session, sheen of sweat on his arms and forehead, and it really is hard to look away—well, it would’ve been hard if you weren’t so preoccupied with the way he was kissing you. it’s slow, and very very hot because it’s so uncharacteristic of your boyfriend to be kissing you like this where anyone could walk in on you. he lets his lips linger for a little longer than your usual kisses, completely taking away your breath.

when he pulls away, he’s still staring at your lips, and you can see a soft smile playing on his. he sends you another peck on the lips before he’s grabbing at the water bottle in your hand.

“thanks baby.” he downs the water in one chug, arms flexing and playing into the fabric of the top he’s wearing. you’re still against the lockers, where he’d pushed you against earlier, and his free arm is still locking you in place. you feel akin to a schoolgirl, with her crush so close.

the thought of him kissing you again like this has you mentally kicking your feet.

hyunjin. in the art studio’s closet where they keep the supplies

he kisses you in the university’s art studio closet—where they keep the supplies. you’d only meant to help hyunjin clean up, but you find yourself locked between his arms with his lips on yours. maybe it’s something about how your boyfriend is much more romantic when he’s in his artist’s mindset, but he refuses to pull away.

you don’t know he’d spent hours prior trying to paint even just a fraction of how he feels about you on the canvas. you were only able to catch a glimpse of vivid colors, the same that’s staining his hands and clinging to his skin.

hyunjin only pulls away when he accidentally knocks down a stool in the cramped space, pulling away and shyly crinkling his nose. it’s a direct contrast to how rough he’d been, hands roaming every possible inch of your face and neck and waist.

when you step outside, you catch your reflection in the studio’s big studio. the sight makes your cheeks heat up embarrassingly, and hyunjin has to apologize for caking your face with the paint that had been on his hands prior to stealing your lips in that closet.

jisung. at the dorm room while his roommate is away

can someone really blame him? you just looked so kissable with your pouty lips and your furrowed eyebrows. when you’d finally succumbed to studying for the night, jisung wastes no time, catching your lips in his.

he’d give anything to continue pressing his lips into yours for the entirety of his life.

and if not for the rest of his life, then at least for a couple more hours while the sun is still up — and while felix (his roommate) is very much not in their dorm yet.

jisung smiles at you when you pull away—that dumb smile he always gives you when he’s not quite done kissing you yet. he has his hands firmly planted on your hips, and his legs are outstretched so you’re comfortable on his lap.

you have a feeling you’ll leave his dorm with a flushed face and swollen lips. you hope felix isn’t on his way home anytime soon.

felix. while baking seungmin’s birthday cake, everytime jisung exits the kitchen

in his dorm’s mini kitchen while the three of you with jisung bake seungmin’s birthday cake. he only ever does it when his roommate is too distracted with other things like what he should get the younger boy—would a gag gift of a stuffed penis be enough to torment seungmin? you can hear him clearly from the living room, calling out to ask you for advice, but felix stands firm on wanting to kiss you until you can’t breathe.

“felix, stop! jisung might walk in on us.” though you’re telling him to stop, it’s a little hard to convince your boyfriend when you’re giggling and kissing him back.

who could blame felix though? how can he not kiss you when there’s frosting on your lips from decorating the cake? and what better way to clean it than kissing it off?

he has you lifted up on the counter, stood between your legs with his hands on your thighs. you’d shiver once in a while, it can’t be helped when the boy’s running his cold hands up and down your bare skin, hiking your shirt up just a little bit.

and he’s mastered the art of excuses at this point, always having something to say when jisung walks into the kitchen and suspiciously eyes the both of you because why are your lips the same color as the extra frosting.

though, on his hundredth attempt at secretly kissing you, jisung walks right in and immediately screams “my eyes!” as he runs away with his palms covering his eyes.

seungmin. against the bookshelves of the library

“kiss me.” it feels wrong coming out of his lips. your goody two shoes, straight a’s boyfriend, whispering for you to kiss him in the library.

seungmin’s taking advantage of the fact that nobody ever stays at the university’s library past 12am, not when exam seasons are far off. he had dragged you here earlier, something about a project, and with nothing better to do, you’d thought you would accompany him.

you’d expected him to bury his face in his laptop as usual, square glasses on his concentrated face. you didn’t expect to be making out with him against the bookshelves of the library—somewhere by the anatomy section, you don’t even remember anymore.

it’s like he prepared for this too, knowing exactly where you won’t be caught. he has you between his arms, and he ghosts your face terribly close to his.

it really isn’t difficult to admit that seungmin is wildly attractive like this. while you loved your nerdy boyfriend, something about him with his messy hair and his eyeglasses discarded has you breathing erratically.

his lips immediately catch yours when you lean forward to kiss him. it’s a little messy, but you give into it, and into his tongue that’s swiping on your bottom lip. you don’t know what had warranted this, but it definitely isn’t unwelcomed.

you only pull away when you hear the librarian surveying the lines of shelves, noticing that you and seungmin had been gone a little too long. it really isn’t that hard to find a book.

when you come back to your corner table, seungmin doesn’t say anything. his glasses are back on his frame, but it’s hard to miss his smirk and the way he’s running his tongue over his lips once in a while.

jeongin. under the school’s staircase in between class

jeongin loves to steal kisses in between classes. he’d kiss you anywhere, behind your department’s building, inside an empty classroom, anywhere with no prying eyes.

today, it’s under your school’s staircase. he kisses you sweetly, almost romantic. the kind of kiss that tells you he misses you despite it only being a few hours since you last saw each other.

he kisses you over and over in between quiet conversation about how your class went—how was that quiz you had? was it a boring one? he loves listening to you talk, and he loves interrupting you once in a while to place a short peck on your lips. it’s usually when you say your ‘w’s or any letter that puckers your lips up.

similarly, you ask him questions about his class—was his teacher a little less shitty today? did he finish that group project he’d spent many late hours on? what’s on his mind and why is he looking at you like that?

“you.” he says with a smug smile, and it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. you stare at each other for a while, but jeongin can only go so long without your lips on his so he grabs your chin with his fingers and pulls you gently to place his lips on yours one last time.

the last kisses always last longer, when he knows he’s running out of time, and your next class is looming around the corner. and your boyfriend always knows how to make it count.

“see you on your next break, babe.”

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[daaawnnn]

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skz reaction: you pulling another member’s photocard

pairing: bf!skz x gn!reader

warnings: reader is referred to as wife in han’s

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[bluejutdae]

• wearing boyfriend Stray Kids’ clothes in public | OT8 x you

warnings: slightly suggestive

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Post Date: 27th October 2022 Content: Smut Word Count: 1013 (I didn’t mean to make this one over 1K... Oops) TW?: Squirting/ BadBoy!Changbin/ Innocent!Reader/ Corruption/ Overstimulation/ Nicknames ~

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“Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea what you’re in for,” Changbin coos as his hands roam your entire body, not missing an inch as his eyes fall straight to your lips, “I bet no one’s ever made you cum before”.

Your eyes shoot wide open at the mention of it, and he was correct. No one has ever made you cum, you’ve never had anyone before him. 

You were the innocent neighbourhood sweetheart. So pure and he was about to ruin that completely. 

Since there was no reply other than your startled face, Changbin laughs but not to mock you, but because he knew you were in for a suprise. 

And if anything, he was feeling extremely lucky he’d be your first, even making him slightly big headed.

“I’ll look after you, I promise,” he smirks, that god damn smirk.

That smirk had your innocence slowly start to rip away from you in the first place, making you wonder what if you did fall for the bad boy? What would happen if you gave him a chance?

“Changbin... I need you,” you whimper in a whisper as his fingers grasp your thighs, and those were the magic words to get him started.

“Tell me when you want me to stop, sweetheart,” he winks, discarding you of your trousers along with your panties to expose your soaking heat to him.

If he wasn’t getting big headed before, he certainly was now that he had you to himself, you needed him and oh he wasn’t going to dissapoint you in the slightest.

The way he licked his lips as you carefully made your heat clench around nothing, chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to maintain your cool.

That went out of the winodw the minute he licked up your thigh, planting the softest kisses on the inner side that made your lips fall apart, and it wasn’t long before the trail ends by your core and feeling his hot breath against it. 

He quickly looks up at you with such a reassuring smile, your body became so relaxed, making it perfect for him to spread your legs apart further so his head fit perfectly between them.

Thinking he’d disconnect from the eye contact, you were happily suprised when his eyes stayed locked with yours, tongue gliding up your folds, tasting your slick as your head threw back in satisfaction.

A small scoff pressed against your core as he did it once more, stopping at your sensitive bud that throbbed for attention, circling it with his warm and wet muscle. 

The more he did it, the more your body pressed further into the mattress, clutching at the fabric of the duvet as the pool of pleasure becomes everident on his lips. 

It was unbelievable, you had no idea what it was going to feel like but this beat expectations, your whimpers and curses filled the room as his face was burried in your crotch, humming on it as he enjoyed the taste on his tongue. 

Air gets knocked out of your lungs the minute you felt a finger tease at your entrance, easing in so easily from the slick that coats your insides mixed with his saliva. 

“Shit-” you hissed the minute a second digit was pushed into your tight hole, stretching you out slightly as he looks up at you, winking as you melted into the sheets.

“Not so innocent now, baby,” he softly spoke against your folds, his breath just adding more pleasure as his fingers caressed your walls, pressing against something that made your stomach knot up almost instantly.

“Only- Only for you,” you hissed through gritted teeth as your eyes roll to the back of your head, the unfamiliar feeling starting to become extremely overwhelming.

Especially when he starts to suck gently on your clit than had your back arching and unconciously pushing yourself against his face, his hand making it’s way around your thigh to pin it down to keep you in place.

The way your thighs try to close up around his head proved to him that e was doing more than just a good job, at this point you were ready to give up everything for him with the way he was treating you and how he was making you feel.

“Ease up, princess,” he scolds lightly, pausing with his fingers deep inside of you without movement until you did as he said, having no choice but to obey. 

The minute your thighs spread a bit more, his fingers start to caress that special little spot once again, and even though there was a pause, it felt like they’ve always been moving with the way you cried at the feeling of the knot tightening with every movement. 

“Shit- Oh- Oh- my god!” you cry out loud, tears falling down your cheeks as you gasp for air, feeling like you could barely breathe with that and the way his tongue felt on your clit.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, concerned when he notices the tears but with the way you pressed your hand on the back of his head to press him against you again, he got the hint that you never want him to stop.

“Please don’t stop!” you whimper as his fingers curl and the knot was about to snap within seconds if he continues.

And that’s what he does, satisfied that you were willing to take the overwhelming feeling that waved over you, making you tremble as the knot stretches out so much that you were sure that you were going to crumble.

The unfamiliar pleasurable feeling started becoming so intense that you couldn’t even moan at this point, just straight out screaming his name as the knot snaps.

The second it snaps, your legs tremble as you clench hard aorund his two digitals, your juices flowing out of you the minute he pulls them out.

“That’s such a good girl, it’s okay,” he caressed your thigh, as you relealise what he’s made you do, the feeling to addicting to let him stop now.

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[blossom-hwa]

inspired by an idea I came up with a while back that you can find here :)

wc: 1.8k ~ changbin x gender neutral!reader ~ pirate!au ~ triggers: mentions of blood and death ~ stray kids masterlist

~ Pirates attack, but with the blood comes an old memory.

[ riptide prince ] When the pirates come, your village hides. 

In theory, everyone knows what to do. Flee to the forest if you can, ensconce yourself and your loved ones in the bushes and the trees or far enough in its depths that you only have to hide from predators of the Earthen Mother instead of pirates with their shining swords and lightning eyes. It’s the closest bet of safety from the carnage that will line the village the next day.

In theory, it’s a plan. A procedure, if you will, meant to take the edge off the anxiety when one mentions the possibility of the unexpected expected - the blood and plunder that line stories of old and new. It probably helps. To some, at least. 

But not you.

Because there’s always been something that bothers you about this standard procedure, this clear-cut plan. It looks so clean, so orderly, so unquestionable in its directions - one, get to the forest, two, hide yourself. One almost forgets what it doesn’t say. 

What do you do when the forest isn’t an option?

Maybe that’s because the answer is so simple it doesn’t even need to be said.

Hide. And pray. 

Something you’re glad to have had experience with, because when the pirates attack this time, you’re too far from the forest to take any sort of chance to run.

They spot the ragged flag in the early hours of morning, from what you understand. The unknown ship was but a spot in the distance at that time. Anyone by the water had enough time to race for the trees, to hide themselves in green foliage or even the next village if they were fast enough. 

Those who lived further away would not be so lucky. 

You see the ship before you hear the warning - that’s how late it is. Few are so selfless as to risk their own safety to bring news to the damned (what is the point of warning them, you’ve heard people say, if they’re already doomed to die?), but one brave soul arrives just minutes after the initial panic has begun to set in with news that confirms your worst fears. 

The ripped flag is exactly what you dread most. 

Pirates. 

There’s no time to run, then. Not to the forest, not anywhere that could provide sufficient cover. People panic around you as your heart races faster and faster, memories rushing back of the last attack five years ago that you survived by the skin of your teeth, arm and shoulder slashed and blood dripping over your clothes, enough blood that they thought you were dead when they passed your body, giving you enough time to crawl your way back to your ransacked apothecary and hide behind a fallen shelf. 

It was devastating, then. So many dead. Your parents, cut down by swords as they tried to run home from the market. Your neighbors, mere bodies in the streets by the time the pirates were finished. And worst, worst of all because you never found the body, never found proof that he was dead, never heard anything that told you whether or not he was still alive -

Changbin, disappeared that day from the manor. Not... dead, probably, at least not then. Kidnapped, maybe. Held for a ransom. 

The pirates didn’t know that his parents didn’t care for him. Not the second son, the family disappointment who mingled with the common folk. They didn’t know that the village aristocrats wouldn’t pay a copper for their second son’s release. 

He’s probably dead now. Your best friend with the silk tunics he didn’t care were dirty, with the dark eyes and bright smile that only grew more and more brilliant as the years passed. The boy you cared for as a friend, and later as a lover - taken hostage by pirates, then probably drowned at sea. 

A choked cry sputters from your lips. The sound of your own voice jerks you from your thoughts, clears your blurred vision and muffled hearing until you can see and hear the panic overtaking the village. You blink at the clear ocean, at the ship coming closer and closer - 

And duck into your rundown apothecary, locking the door shut behind you. 

You knew you’d never have time to run. You knew - only those who lived further in would ever reach the forest. You sweep through the tiny rooms, shutting windows and bolting doors, before throwing yourself into the cramped closet. 

You know when the attack has started by the screams. High-pitched, terrifying shrieks coupled with the rough shouts and yells of get out of the way before someone else screams and you swear you hear the thump of a body fall. The very earth seems to shake beneath your feet, the flimsy closet creaking and swaying as footsteps pound closer and closer. 

Your eyes slam shut. Your hands clench into fists so tight your nails begin to bite sharp into your palms, dull pain to keep your mind off the screaming that grows louder and louder by the second, by the minute -

But there is no screaming. 

You open your eyes to the closet’s darkness. Commotion still sounds in the distance, but the shouts have gone. 

It’s quiet. 

You blink. You could’ve sworn you heard the screams getting louder before they stopped - is it really all over so soon? 

One minute passes. Two, then three. You count the seconds to the beat of your racing heart - four, five, six...

Maybe it is over. Maybe it was just that fast. 

You take a shaky breath, slowly releasing one of your hands from its clenched fist. It reaches out to push open the closet, slow, slow -

A knock sounds at your door. 

. . .

It takes every fiber of your being not to scream.

Heart in your throat, hand over your mouth, you wait. Five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds... at five minutes, you decide, if five minutes pass and you hear nothing again, it was a hallucination. Just a hallucination.

Thirty seconds. Thirty-five. Forty -

It comes again, drumbeats of Death at your door. You keep your eyes shut tight, biting your palm in an effort not to shake so much that the tiny shop comes down around you. Maybe it’ll be fast. Hopefully it’ll be fast. No suffering, no pain, just reunion with your lost loves -

But -

A familiar voice calls your name.

“Y/N?”

. . .

Something in that single word knocks the air out of your chest. It isn’t so much your name that was spoken but the voice - the voice with which it was said -

You know that voice. You know it. Even deeper, raspier, coated with a slight accent that didn’t used to be present - you know it, even though the last time you heard it was many years ago. 

The day before the pirates attacked, when Changbin smiled and bid you goodbye until the next morning.

Something seems to drag you, an invisible force that opens your trembling fist and pushes open the closet, pulls you forward until you reach the door with silent shuffling steps. But as your hand opens, touches the doorknob -

You pause. Because what if it’s a trick? And you know you have done nothing to the gods to warrant such a cruel trick, but just - what if -

“What did we do on your twelfth birthday?”

Your words carry through the door, the barest hint of a whisper that filters through the wood. For a moment you feel stupid - what kind of question is that, why did you ask, what if someone isn’t even there - but then the deep rasp of a familiar voice speaks with a certainty that breaks the final wall around your heart. 

“We climbed a tree to see the moon at night, but I fell off the branch. You tried to catch me and fell off too.” Nostalgia tinges the edge of that familiar voice, wistful amusement aching in its tones. “I broke my arm, and you hit your forehead against a rock.”

A pause. 

The voice grows softer. Hesitant.

“If you open the door, I can show you where.”

A choked sob builds in your throat. Your hand curls around the doorknob. 

And flings it open. 

He looks the same, but at the same time, he doesn’t. Black hair frames his face in longer locks that would have made his father rage, and a sword hangs by his side. Blood stains patched clothing and more of it drips down a cut on his face, but his eyes - 

They’re just as you remembered. 

A rough, calloused hand reaches out, a far cry from the smooth skin of a pampered noble boy that he used to boast. Those familiar eyes lock into yours as the hand rises, fingers coming to rest on your forehead where the scar you used to have has long since faded, but where the memory of that birthday lies. 

“Here,” Changbin whispers, fingers brushing against your skin. “It was here.”

It was here. 

A scar disappeared from a place no one would know but him.

It was here.

A choked noise rips through your throat as you finally let yourself fall into strong arms that you had long since despaired of seeing ever again, let alone feeling them wrapped around your torso once more - you never thought you’d see him, you thought he was dead -

“I’m not dead,” Changbin whispers, and when something wet drips onto your shoulder you know he’s crying too. “I’m not dead, Y/N. I’m back. I came back for you.”

For how long you stand there, incoherent sobs stifling the air, you don’t know. But when the tears have finally faded to a trickle, when you finally let yourself push away only slightly with the uncertain knowledge that he won’t disappear once more, Changbin grips your hands gently, tightly, rough palms scratching over your skin. 

“I came back for you,” he says again, the same smile you fell in love with spread across his lips. “Will you now come with me?”

You look at your joined hands, at his teary smile. Your eyes rake across his face, taking in everything that has changed and everything that has stayed the same. Finally your gaze settles in his, in the dark eyes that used to hold worlds of comfort. 

In the dark eyes that still do.

It doesn’t take you long to make your choice.

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[forlix]

· . ˚ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

— the moments in which the members of stray kids realize how they truly feel about you.

words・1.4k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / warnings・depictions of conflict and anxiety in hyunjin's and han's / genres・domestic fluff, smidges of hurt/comfort, established relationships

a/n・thought i'd try out a new fic format :-) i had so much fun writing these and hope you like reading them just as much. any and all feedback is appreciated, as always!

chan is in a heated staring contest with his notepad when the door opens, and he knows that it’s you who comes in, but his head is miles away, tangled in an amalgamation of syllables and rhythms. he goes on to forget that you’re here for a short while, poring over the unfinished lyrics in front of him with undivided focus. that is, until he feels a gentle hand on his shoulder.

you’ve just pulled a chair up next to his desk. “lemme see,” you say, gesturing to the notepad. there’s a surprised pause, and then chan places it in your hand, scoots closer to you.

you spend the next two hours talking him through his block, but there are periods when you fall silent to brainstorm or to write something down, and chan takes those quiet opportunities just to look at you: wearing one of his old t-shirts, your hair still damp from your shower, completely concentrated. and he knows, then, that he wants to marry you.

minho doesn’t realize he loves you in a singular moment. rather, he has a faint inkling for some time, and then the rug is randomly pulled from beneath his feet, and all of a sudden he can’t remember a version of his world that didn't have you at its center.

there are times when he’s especially aware of his feelings, though. like when he throws a witty remark in your direction and your retort comes back twice as sharp. when your eyes and smile light up like lanterns as you talk to him about your passions. when one (or all) of his cats hover at your side as you go about your day. when he returns home after a grueling practice and you’re there to offer him your comfort, no matter his withdrawn demeanor or sweaty skin.

he is a quiet lover, and sometimes he worries that he’s too quiet, that you have no idea what’s going on inside him every time he looks at you. but words have never really been necessary with minho. you know. you just do.

changbin is greeted by a chilly breeze when he emerges from the gym, and he silently chastizes himself for forgetting to bring an outer layer yet again. but the temperature moves to the back of his mind when he spots you, waiting on the sidewalk, as you said you would. a familiar grin breaks across your face when you see him, and he feels its shape against his lips when he runs over and kisses you, in lieu of hello.

“what are you feeling for dinner?” you ask once he’s pulled away, and he realizes that you’ve pressed something to his chest: one of the hoodies that he keeps at your place, still soft and warm from just coming out of the dryer. and boom—the epiphany hits him, instantly and unequivocally.

he is dumbfounded for a moment, just processing the newfound discovery; and then, out of nowhere, the two of you say the name of the same restaurant at the same time. he swears he never believed in soulmates until he met you.

hyunjin has always held so many emotions in his heart so fervently, to the point that they sometimes overflow in the form of words that he doesn’t believe, in a tone that he doesn’t intend. and it happened again today, when he spoke to you the wrong way in a moment of pure impulse, and the surprise on your face morphed into poorly-disguised hurt.

a few hours later, the weight of his actions sits heavily on his shoulders. when he lifts his phone to call you, his hands are shaking a little, and a breathy apology spills from his lips the moment he hears you on the other end: “i’m sorry, angel. i’m trying, i promise. i really am.” to which you answer, “i know, hyune. i forgive you. we’ll keep trying together, okay?” and your words pull his heartstrings in a new direction entirely.

he asks if he can come over, you say yes, and he tells you he loves you as soon as you open the door. he’s done hiding his heart from you.

jisung’s contagious grin and raucous cackle come easily to him for the most part, but there are times when he forgets how it feels to laugh or to breathe, times when he wants only to hide from the world and all of its scariest parts. and when you see his figure in the doorway tonight, his face cast in a nameless shadow, his shoulders sunken in quiet defeat, you understand immediately that this is one of those times.

“do you wanna talk about it?” you ask as he approaches you. silently, he shakes his head: not tonight. but his body language asks for what he cannot verbalize. you extend your arms toward him, and he buries himself in them the second he’s close enough to, his face nestling the crook of your neck, the tension in his limbs melting at your gentle touch. you stay there for a long time, rubbing circles between his shoulder blades, coaxing him back to the ground, back to you.

wherever he chooses to hide, he thinks he’d like to take you with him.

when felix opens his eyes, the space in the bed next to him is empty, and the faint scent of flour and sugar wafts through the gap beneath his door.

he gets to his feet, throws on some clothes, and wanders in the direction of the smell, rubbing the sleep from his eyes—and the sight that awaits him makes him wonder if he’s still dreaming. you’re standing at the stove, still in your pajamas, hair slightly disheveled from your rest, and there are pancakes in the frying pan before you; sliced strawberries on the cutting board next to the stove. and the look of sheer focus on your face, as if staring at the pancakes will cook them faster, absolutely destroys him. (and he knows in that moment that he wants to wake up to you for the rest of his life.)

with an enamored smile, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulls your back to his chest, and presses a light kiss to the nape of your neck. “morning, beautiful,” he mumbles sweetly. “how fucking lucky am i?”

being around you makes seungmin feel like a kid with a crush. he smiles brighter and laughs louder. he opens like a lotus in bloom when you say his name. the floaty sensation he gets when you kiss his cheek or hold his hand persists for hours afterward—and none of it makes any fucking sense to him. it’s not that he doesn’t believe in love, but he’s never believed that love could feel like this, straight out of a sonnet.

now, your head is on his shoulder, your body rising and falling in your slumber. seungmin looks at your interlocked hands where they rest on his knee, and at the current track displayed on his lockscreen: “still” by day6, a song about losing and loving, about regret and reminiscence. those bright days between us are over, the lyrics go, and he makes a silent promise to your sleeping form that the bright days between the two of you will never end.

the word "love" still doesn't cross his mind, but it is etched all over his face, and carved into his soul.

you and jeongin are telling each other about your days over dinner when your phone lights up with an incoming call, and he nearly spits out his mouthful when he sees who it’s from. for a few seconds, the two of you just stare at each other in flabbergasted silence. but then, you raise your phone to your ear: “hi, grandma! to what do i owe this pleasure?”

and the voice of his grandmother comes back through the receiver. she tells you that she’s just gone on an evening walk and found herself thinking of you, so she wanted to see how you’re doing; if you’re taking care of yourself. you rush to thank her, looking entirely flustered, and a bit like you’re about to burst into tears.

with that, the two of you launch into chatter about everything under the sun: grocery store discounts, the recent humidity, jeongin’s bad habits, you name it. and it finally dawns on jeongin how inextricably embedded in his life you have become—and that he doesn’t want it any other way.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤? please consider reblogging, commenting, or sending me an ask to let me know; or, read my other writing here. thanks so much for the support ♡

© 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐱 (est. 090323) · all works are pieces of original writing and all characters and relationships are purely fictional. please do not repost or reuse for any reason.

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #skz imagines #k-labels #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #skz fluff #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #jisung x reader #lee felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #*writing #*headcanons #i wrote this whole thing in under three hours it's like i'm on a roll or wtv #need to go lie down this destroyed me #sorry i made hyunjin’s so sad for no reason #he is too too fun to write angst for

[daceydeath]

A Work Proposal Masterlist

Pairing: O8T x reader Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Content All parts of this piece are strictly 18+ and contain explicit material reader discretion is advised and the author will not be responsible should prior warnings be ignored.

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career.

Intro Part 1 (Chan x reader) Part 2 (Chan x reader x Changbin) Part 3 (Hyunjin x reader) Part 4 (Han x reader x Felix) Part 5 (Jeongin x reader) Part 6 (Seungmin x reader) Part 7 (Lee Know x reader) Interlude (Chan x reader) Part 8 (Felix x reader) Part 9 (Changbin x reader) Part 10 (Hyunjin x reader x Felix) Part 11 (Seungmin x reader x Lee Know) Part 12 (Changbin x reader x Han) Part 13 (Chan x reader) Part 14 (Han x reader) Part 15 (Changbin x reader x Felix) Part 16 (Jeongin x reader)

Taglist is now closed xx

#Stray Kids x Reader #Skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz fanfic #skz scenarios #stray kids fanfic #bang chan #lee know #hwang hyunjin #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #seo changbin #han jisung #stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #seo changbin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #lee felix x reader #kim seungmin x reader #seungmin x reader

[jj-one]

STRAY KIDS + POSSESSIVENESS ! 🩹 ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

pairing: dom!skz x sub!fem!reader, established relationship, husband!changbin bc why not ? genre/tags: smut, angst, fluff (tbh it's only changbin's part), jealousy, exhibitionism, voyeurism, lots of degradation, mentions of crying, marking, manhandling, bondage play, piv, unprotected s*x (do not try this at home kids), public s*x, rough s*x, fingering, nipple play, oral (f & m receiving), t*tty slapping, multiple orgasms, edging, choking, bulge kink, slight breeding kink… am not mentally ok for writing any of this words: 3.4k

**old repost from my deleted blog

BANG CHAN. His patience was a level of no other. The man just watched you flirt with his friend and didn’t mutter a single word. All the while you kept boasting about how good Changbin’s muscles looked and the movement of his biceps were leaving you in complete amusement.

Pissed off doesn’t begin to describe what he’s feeling right now. He clears his throat,

“Are we done y/n? I think it’s time we head home now.”

The tone of his voice was cold, icy like a winter storm.

The lump in your throat was stuck. You knew how much in deep shit you were for this and his silence was the main indicator.

You could feel his piercing eyes on you the whole time.

It wasn’t long before you’d end up in this position. Both arms were locked above your head by his strong hands. The tight grip he kept around your wrists was definitely going to leave some bruising.

“You’re such a dumb slut. Did all this just to get me like this huh?” His cock hitting your walls aggressively as you spasm and shake under him.

“All this to get me to fuck you the like the dumb little cockwhore you are?” He growled, “can Changbin fuck you like this?”

His pace was relentless. His cock stretching you open with each deep thrust. His harsh words cutting into you like a dagger. Your mind was blank, head full of Chan’s cock. You had to answer him though, or else he will stop.

“N-no Chan only y-yours… only you can fuck me like this!”

A smirk creeps up his face from your quavering voice. He leans forward, his lips brush over yours as if almost to kiss you but doesn’t.

“I own you y/n. Only I get to have to you, understood?”

All you feel is his cock slamming into you. The slapping sounds becoming a melody of a beat, your heart was racing a mile a minute.

“Understood.”

LEE KNOW. He hates when you act out in public. The way you tease him and get him riled up, knowing he can’t do anything about it. It gave you sense of power, you had the upper hand— for now.

You were wearing the shortest mini skirt possible, it barely covered your bum and you could feel a cool breeze slip through your crevices. You kept walking in front of him, swaying your little hips side to side, letting him watch you bend down to pick things up as he sneaks a peak under your skirt. The sight of the pink lace thong you wore was enough to make him grab you by the arm and yank you into a public restroom nearby.

Before you know it, you’re being devoured by your boyfriend. Sitting on the counter of the sink whilst he was below you, giving you a gaze that could snatch your soul. His digits sunk into your dripping cunt as he swipes his tongue across your slit. Your skirt was still on but pushed up slightly, your thong was also moved to the side.

“I can’t believe you’d go out like this and expect me not to control myself.” He rises up momentarily.

“You do this on purpose, knowing I don’t want other people looking at you.”

He laps up your juices and coats it with his face, scissoring you open with his fingers.

“Fuck… I wore this for you Minho— w-wanted to look pretty for you.” Your eyes were tightly shut, feeling the euphoria as you were close to your orgasm.

He abruptly pulled his fingers out of you, thrusting your hips in the air now, you whine for stimulation.

“Will you be a good girlfriend for me and cum on my tongue kitten? I want you to scream as loud for me as you can, I don’t care who hears it.” Minho was dead serious. He doesn’t care you both are in a public restroom and there’s people casually walking by. He wants everyone to know you are his.

You nod and agree to be on your best behavior for him. You know he will most likely reward you for this in the end.

“I promise, I’ll be a good girl Minho.”

Feeling your body heat surge as he inched closer to your core, pressing his tongue at your entrance. He tongue fucks you viciously while never breaking his eye contact with you.

Feeling yourself come undone from the surreal pleasure, all you want is to feel your release.

You thrash and moan as you cream on Minho’s tongue, your legs felt like jello when you climax. You let out multiple gasps for air, feeling as though you just ran a marathon.

Minho hasn’t left between your legs yet, his face still in a headlock. He wasn’t quite finished with you just yet.

“You can give me one more, right kitten?”

CHANGBIN. Being a newlywed couple felt like a fairytale dream come true. He felt incredibly lucky to have you as his wife and doesn’t stop reminding you how happy he is. He’d shower you with a beacon of compliments that would melt your heart each and every time.

You went on another vacation right after the honeymoon and it felt like paradise. That was up until a small incident occurred, it happened when you were at the pool with your husband. One of the pool goers at the resort couldn’t keep their eyes off you. You wore a sexy one piece that had cut-out details on the sides to show off your waist but you wore a sheer cover up over it.

Changbin noticed straight away the eyes that were glued to you, the eyes that were glued to his precious wife. He was livid. Almost causing a scene, he went up to the perverted man that was eye fucking you and gave him a piece of his mind. In utter disbelief of what was unfolding in front of you, you go up to Changbin to calm him down and get him to stop before he ends up actually doing something he’ll regret. His face burned crimson from anger but the sound of your voice brought him back to reality.

Things were much better in private now. Much better. Sitting on your husband’s lap in the jacuzzi bathtub felt so relaxing, his hands roamed your naked body as he placed chaste kisses all over you. He stopped at your neck to give it more attention, nibbling on a sensitive spot that made you sink right into his form. Moaning softly whilst his hands prance down to your back.

“I want to shield the rest of the world from you, only I get to gawk at my gorgeous wife.” Changbin says possessively, looking at you once he comes up from your neck.

You nod in agreement, “they can look but can’t touch!”

“No, they can’t even look, all of this is mine, mine, mine.” He plants a kiss to your cheek as his hand creeps down to your core. He prods your hole with a single digit, entering you with ease. You let out a soft moan as you part your lips slightly, bucking your hips forward. He pumps his finger into your wetness as he looks deeply into your eyes, nothing but burning desire in his pupils. He brings his thumb to your clit and rubs it in a steady motion, your swollen nub feeling overstimulated from his touch.

“This is just the beginning my love, I’m not done with you until the sun comes up.” He whispered in your ear as he drags his tongue against your earlobe. In just the jacuzzi alone, he’s made you cum several times from his fingers. Oh how those magical fingers always do wonders on you..

HYUNJIN. The room was pitch black, your vision completely impaired from the blindfold attached to your head. Your hands were bound to each other, behind your back being tied by a thick rope. You had nowhere to go and the room was pure silence, naked and touch starved, you whine for Hyunjin to do something but you were met with no answer. He was standing over you on the bed but you were unaware of any of your surroundings.

The man finally spoke, “This is what happens when you try and make daddy jealous.”

You can feel his hot breath on your neck, the sensation making you crave him even more.

Hyunjin was always the possessive type, was constantly in need of reassurance if he felt his ego was being bruised. This was situation was no different, he needed to remind you that he was the one who owned you.

He brought finger to your perked nipple, gently dragging it across to tease you a bit. A white-hot charge sent through your body as you finally felt his touch. Dripping in a puddle of your own slick from the dirty thoughts racing in your mind, he continues lightly tracing your hardened nipples; eliciting low moans from you.

Your senses were heightened from the way you weren’t able to see anything, any little touch from him making you squeal from shock.

“You like this don’t you?” He says in a condescending tone, he belittles you some more. “So pathetic, look at you. Can’t do anything but take it, so fucking helpless.”

Hyunjin loved seeing how weak you become under him, the power dynamic being completely imbalanced right now. All you could do was moan out for him, practically begging him to do more but you know he’s going to take his time with you.

“Gonna make you squirt all over this bed for me.” He says, “Won’t stop until I have you screaming and begging for mercy, which I will never give you.”

The smirk on his face was devilish, he was conjuring up the perfect plan to ruin you indefinitely.

“Hyunjin, please fuck me… please.” You push your thighs together to feel some friction but Hyunjin gets mad at this action instantly.

He brings a harsh slap to your left tit, making you jump up a bit but your body couldn’t move properly from being tied up. Your legs went back to it’s original position, spread open for him so he can get a glimpse of your dripping cunt.

“Don’t ever tell me what to do, I make the rules now.” He palms your breast and kneads it excessively.

“You are my property.”

HAN. If jealousy was a disease Han would be the first one to catch it. He really loves yet hates the fact that he has such a smoking hot girlfriend that everyone wants. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy dating you but the way some of these other guys would look at you was about to become his villain origin story.

You were so oblivious to anyone who attempted to flirt with you, you only had eyes for your man but it was hard to convince Han otherwise. The pizza delivery guy complimented how pretty you looked and when you handed him the money to pay for the food, you accidentally gave him a ten dollar bill instead of a twenty, he didn’t even care he just smiled and continued talking to you.

That’s when Han knew he had to butt in, he was listening from the couch and he knew he shouldn’t have let you be the one to answer the door. Quickly he comes up to you to wrap his arms behind you, keeping you in a tight hold as the pizza guy looks mortified now.

“You can leave now,” Han says to him in a harsh tone, “We have important business to take care of!”

Slamming the door in his face now, Han comes up from behind you to take the pizza box out of your hands to place it on the table. Soon after, a heavy make out session between you would ensue.

As your naked bodies entangled one another, you feel yourself cinching around his cock from each inch as he slides it in. Your breath instantly coming to a halt as the end of his cock crashed into your cervix. He moves with his ass up in the air as he buries his length deep inside you, the squelching sound of your wet pussy making him see stars.

“Fuck… so fucking tight for me.” Han says sounding pussydrunk off the way you feel around him.

You fall into a frenzy as he pumps his length into you harder, pounding into you like no tomorrow. The bulge of his cock could be seen inside you, moving in and out of you intensely. Grinding your hips to match his pace, you rub your clit to feel more stimulation.

“You’re so fucking hot my God…” He cooed, tiny beads of sweat now forming on the sides of his face. “Your pussy was made for me and me only…”

“Only I can make you feel this good.”

FELIX. He felt sick to his stomach whenever he saw someone else looking at you. The way people would look at you in public when he was with you made him feel beyond disrespected. This is exactly why he doesn’t bring you anywhere because his fragile little ego will be crushed as soon as another person laid their eyes on you. He couldn’t deal with it anymore, he just had to do something about it.

You were at a public park but the park was so big that it was easy to hide and go unseen behind some bushes.

Felix brought you to a secluded area and told you get on your back, you do as he says and he looks at you with the most evil grin on his face.

“I’m going to fuck you so dumb right here, right now.” Felix says in a raspy deep voice, “I will let everyone exactly know who’s bitch you are.”

You gulp once you feel his hands all over you, you wore a black slip dress which drove him absolutely mad.

“Gonna make you pay for getting me worked up like this.” You felt so small when he spoke like this to you, the sticky mess in your panties was only growing as you feel his hands go up your thigh.

“Too stunned to speak sweetheart?” He asks, giving you an alluring yet mischievous smile. You have no idea what this man has for you in store.

“N-no, I can speak-“

“Shut up.” He quickly cuts you off from saying more. “I’m the one talking right now, you sit back and take what I’m going to give you.”

You did exactly as you were told and lay back for him. He quickly unzips his pants and frees his cock from his boxers. You look at the red tip of his angry cock, the sight of his raging erection was enough to make you feel a tingling sensation in your heat. His cock would plunge into you nice and slow but once he bottoms out he’ll quickly pick up his pace, fucking into you menacingly. He brought a hand to your neck and squeezed the shaft of it tightly, you gasp for air as he choked you but it wasn’t unbearable. You close your eyes to the feeling, letting yourself be fully immersed into him. Each thrust he gave you felt like bliss as he roughly held onto your hip, fucking you like a complete maniac.

“Gonna dump all my cum into your slutty little body,” Felix continued,“you’re my fuck toy, only I get to use you.”

SEUNGMIN. Usually something like this would never get to him. However, today was different, very different. Seungmin almost went ballistic when he found out that some guy asked for your number while you were out shopping at the supermarket. He often goes everywhere with you but you were getting off work and went straight to the store to grab some things for dinner. That’s when it happened and you told Seungmin as soon as you got home. You thought he’d just laugh it off but he frowned, disproving of that guy’s actions.

“What a loser,” Seungmin says in an annoyed tone, “when they will learn to just leave you the hell alone?”

He wanted you all to himself, if he could lock you up forever and throw away the key, he probably would. Only letting you out when he tells you you can.

“They can try all they want Minnie but I know I belong to you at the end of the day.” You bring your arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him and he kisses you back passionately.

“Want you to say it for me again, who’s pussy does this belong to?” Seungmin was now relentlessly pumping two fingers in you.

“Y-yours Seungmin… yours!” You could barely get a coherent word out of your mouth.

“And who makes you feel the best?”

He wasn’t letting up on making sure you know that you fully belonged to him. “We can do this all day princess… I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied.”

This was his fifth time edging you at this point, leaving you on the verge of an orgasm but would pull his fingers out once he notices your chest floating up. He’s being so evil to you right now, as if you it was your fault for what had happened in the supermarket.

“You, only y-you! You’re the best at making me feel so good!” You babble as he rapidly moves his fingers in and out of your gaping hole.

“That’s my good little girl, now keep taking my fingers and I’ll reward you soon okay?”

JEONGIN. “You’re such a filthy slut, you know that?” The motion of needy hips were bucking into you. Your head was kept in place, completely still, on your knees and on the verge of tears from your boyfriend’s words.

You knew why you were in this predicament right now. This was all your fault and you did it all for this exact reason.

You wanted to see Jeongin’s reaction to saying you think Felix was hot. You know he wouldn’t take that comment lightly since that was one of his best friends. You wanted to see how far you could test his limits.

“You wanna fuck my friends huh?” He grabs you by the hair and furrows his eyebrows to regain more focus onto you.

You couldn’t speak, all you could do was shake your head around him as he shoved his cock further down your throat.

“Can’t even talk with your mouth full of cock, what a dumb little whore you are.”

His cock hitting the back of your uvula, causing you to make a gagging noise. Streaks of saliva creep from the sides your mouth, the messy scenery underneath him was a heavenly sight indeed. You moan while sucking his cock, the vibrations making the hairs on the back of his neck rise up. He throws his head back and keeps a tight hold on your hair, gripping you with everything he had. He thrusts his hard length into you viciously, the gurgling noises you were making whilst he fucks your face sounds harmonic to him.

“Shit…think I’m gonna cum soon” he muttered, letting out a groan as he kept pushing your face into his cock. “Yeah… just like that fuck… that’s it.”

A stream of tears came running down your face as you continued. You can feel his veiny cock twitch against your tongue as you felt hot spurts of cum fill you up now. You swallow each and every drop and milk him clean like the good girl you were. Opening your mouth wide to show it was empty he grins viciously and taps his dick against your tongue.

“You’re the biggest fucking slut…” He pants heavily.

“My biggest slut.”

#skz smut #skz headcanons #stray kids smut #skz x reader #skz x female reader #bang chan smut #changbin smut #lee know smut #lee minho smut #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #felix smut #lee felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut #skz imagines #skz hard thoughts #skz scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids headcanons

[baby-yongbok]

BFF SKZ!Fake Texts - You accidentally send them a spicy photo❤️

Genre: Smut with some chunks of fluff

✨️Masterlist✨️

Warnings: Felix is super sweet, Cursing, Seungmin goes straight into dom mode, Mentions of breaking traffic rules (I feel like ya'll know this but please be a safe driver. please)

Chan

Minho/ Lee Know

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han Jisung

Felix

Seungmin

I.N/ Jeongin

#skz fake texts #stray kids fake texts #skz texts #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #skz scenarios #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han x reader #han jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids texts #skz au #skz #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids headcanons #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz ot8

[chan4evurrr]

skz texts | meeting the family

notes: i've been away for way too long but im back now!!! im still getting back in the groove so this isn't my fave text post i've ever done but i love the thought of meeting their families and how that dynamic would be. i have a few requests im working on but feel free to send me more i'm always down for your suggestions! xoxo gossip girli

WARNINGS: slight suggestiveness, some swearing, thats it i think but please message me if i need to put anything else!!

BANG CHAN

LEE MINHO

SEO CHANGBIN

HWANG HYUNJIN

HAN JISUNG

LEE FELIX

KIM SEUNGMIN

YANG JEONGIN

#skz fake texts #stray kids fake texts #skz texts #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #skz scenarios #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han x reader #han jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids texts #skz au

[soobnny]

request. you falling asleep on skz’s chest and telling them you love them for the first time in your sleep

sorry it took me so long, anon! but here is the request u sent me

BANG CHAN

— it would be a little late in the night when you finally fall asleep, maybe around 11pm. it’s one of the rare days chan doesn’t allow himself to fall prisoner to another all-nighter (not that it ever bothered you, but chan’s been making effort in spending more time with you in the present instead of in his head)

— he definitely sleeps better with you, how could he not? with your head on his chest and your cheek a little mushed and your lips in a small pout and your ear to his heart. it’s perfect circumstances to sleep and your breathing is such a lullaby to him, and a reminder to ground himself in the present more to enjoy moments like these. you guys don’t get to cuddle often so it’s nice to take everything in when he can

— chan’s just on the verge of falling asleep when you say it and i think he wouldn’t be able to believe it first (talk about an instant alarm ?). he’d just blink down at you for a moment before the sweetest smile plasters on his face, the crinkled eyes until they almost disappear and lip biting type to stop himself from smiling too much

— his heart would just expand tenfold because you really are the person he sees himself with in the future and to hear those three words he’s almost told you a million times before leave your lips is just so reassuring and so beautiful to him; that you love him back, and he can’t wait to tell you in the morning

— when he’s finally processed it, he’d lean down to kiss you .. just every part of your face. but like, he’s so careful about it so you don’t wake up

— he falls asleep maybe half an hour later because all his life his mind has been running and running and running but with you in his arms, and those three words, he feels so safe that he allows his mind to rest. sometimes, it’s enough to just let his heart beat and love

❝ i love you. god, i love you too. i’ve been wanting to say it for so long now. ❞

LEE MINHO

— i think lee know’s def the type to know he’s in love first because it’s such a drastic difference to suddenly consider you in everything when he used to never do it before and he’s not oblivious to his feelings. like he’s the same but also so different ? little gestures of love would build up to his light bulb moment that he is so in love with you and he wants nothing more than to tell you but he doesn’t want to scare you off

— you stay over at his house when it happens. doing schoolwork? cramming for a paper? somewhere along those lines. you never notice the time when you’re with him and suddenly seconds turn into hours and it’s too late for you to commute home and lee know’s mom used their car so he can’t drive you home either. just proposes you stay over bc it’s not like you haven’t done it before

— you two always spend silence in comfort so he doesn’t know you’re asleep at first when you say those three words to him and the way you say it is so faint that he almost misses it. but he doesn’t. he hears it loud and clear

— his heart swells even more when he looks down to see your eyes closed and your mouth slightly parted and his response is just the fondest expression on his face. the most endearing smile and a finger brushing over your features because wow, this is the girl that snuck her way into his heart and unknowingly stole every part of him

— would brush your hair out of your face to see you properly before finally whispering that he loves you too. he’d say the three words the next morning.

— years later, he’d always brag he was the first to tell you that he loved you but you’d never know it was you. it’s a little secret he keeps to himself, and the moment is so intimate that it’s his only

❝ ah, (name). you’re all i’ve ever wanted, did you know? ❞

SEO CHANGBIN

— for changbin, i truly believe there is no moment of sudden realization. he’s well acquainted with love like i think he’s most in touch with that emotion. he feels so deeply and i think he learned most of that from his mother. he wouldn’t be afraid to embarrass himself in the name of love. in fact, he thinks it’s the greatest feeling on earth and it’s something you shouldn’t ever take for granted (i’m sorry, i’m a softie changbin enthusiast)

— everything is steady with him. loves you more day by day by day but he’s always known he’s been in love with you and nothing is ever overwhelming with him like it’s always so safe

— when you say it, he feels his heart beat 98383 times faster because what do you mean the person he’s so in love with loves him back ? like i feel like it just doesn’t cross his mind honestly. like he loves you and that’s that and he’s satisfied with loving you but suddenly his whole world just stops when he hears those words

— changbin would try to keep his position still though, even though he feels like jumping around and spinning you around in his arms but he just doesn’t want to shake you awake from your sleep

— spends the rest of the night thinking about you saying that you love him. there’s nothing more beautiful than the reciprocation of a feeling of love so great

❝ i love you, and that’s always been enough for me, but god does it feel so great to hear it from you. ❞

HWANG HYUNJIN

— he loves like in movies, in books, in art. despite being such a hopeless romantic though, everything is actually so new to him. it’s only with you that he experiences that shortness of breath, that jumble of words, that all-nighter because you can’t stop thinking about the person you love the most, and those damn butterflies

— even the first time you fall asleep on his chest, he freaks out. and he freaks out even after the 9183th time but who can blame him? he may look like such an expert, such a poet, such a man of love, but he’s nothing more than a boy who’s falling in love for the first time

— so, it is the 9184th time you’re asleep on his chest and he has a hand running through your hair when you mumble it in your sleep

— FREEZES. for maybe a good 5 mins? honestly it feels like forever because he really is frozen. and then, that music plays. the music when the love interest shows up on the screen in movies. it plays in his head and his heart is pouncing like crazy and it’s just such a moment to be in love

— pulls you closer when he finally recomposes himself and has the most lovesick smile on his face for maybe an hour before he allows himself to fall asleep because this is all he’s ever dreamed of

❝ you’re someone straight out of my dreams. ❞

HAN JISUNG

— to me, jisung feels a little reckless when he loves. but like, not in a bad way. it’s more like, he’s been careful his whole life and keeping on a guard because he values his silence and his comfort over everything else but god, when he loves? he jumps straight in. he jumps even without the guarantee of anyone catching him. when he loves, there is no doubt, no second guessing. he simply dives head first

— he’s falling again, falling and falling, it’s never ending. even as you fall asleep on his chest one afternoon after watching a movie together

— he JERKS the moment he hears you say it like actually just jerks from his place and accidentally wakes you up from your slumber

— you freak when you wake up thinking that something must’ve happened because he’s staring at you with wide eyes but at the same time, he’s also apologizing for accidentally waking you up. you’re just in the process of asking him about it when he cuts you off by kissing you

— when you kiss him back, there is nothing in his head but “wow, so this must be the feeling of being caught” because he’s finally landed safely in your arms after all that falling

— don’t be mistaken though, he’d fall over and over again because the feeling of having you catch him is so addicting

❝ (name), is this real? ❞

LEE FELIX

— oh felix, the sweetest boy who falls in love in the sweetest way. definitely is the type to see colors brighter and hear music louder and just have all his feelings amplify because of you. stars come together when you look at him and he feels himself revolving around you like he’s just !!! there is no explaining how deep this boy loves. it’ll be like fireworks, like earthquakes, like thunderstorms but it’ll also feel like breathing and the quiet patter of rain. you get every variant of love with him because he’s so adamant on showing you every part of him

— you two cuddle up to each other all the time. he loves skinship, he loves physical touch, he loves holding you and being held and kissing you and hugging you and everything that makes it feel like you’re close to him so he doesn’t question when you fall asleep on his chest

— he’s on his phone, probably taking a picture or video of you when you suddenly say it. there’s just instant tears in his eyes the moment the words leave your mouth. he cries because he’s overwhelmed that you feel the same way about him and he’s scolding himself for being so dramatic over it but also he seriously cannot stop crying like what have you done to him?

— smiles and cries and laughs and leans down to kiss your head over and over and over and you can only ask why his eyes are so red and puffed when you wake up and he wastes no time to tell you that he loves you. drops it immediately. he’s been waiting forever to say it anyway (actually, he’s said it quite a few times but only when he thinks you can’t hear)

— won’t stop saying it anymore like every hour is a good opportunity to tell you that he loves you

❝ i can’t get over how beautiful it is to love and it’s all thanks to you. ❞

KIM SEUNGMIN

— the peak best friends to lovers story. seungmin isn’t the type to throw the feeling of love around. he isn’t the type to fall in love quickly either. he falls in love in moments you spend as friends, but it also kind of takes him such a long time to admit it because he’s always rejected the idea of romance and the gentle emotions that come with it. he’s so used to teasing and tough love that he suddenly can’t function properly when he realizes he’s growing softer because of you

— seungmin holds out from saying ‘i love you’, mostly because it’s hard to rid the stubbornness he’s carried all his life, but don’t get me wrong. there are so many times when he’s almost said it but stopped himself before he could. maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to startle you either. it’s a scary feeling after all, and being his best friend, you know about all his flaws. how could you choose to love him despite it all?

— even so, he is still powerless to love. no one can ever go above the feeling no matter how hard he tries. when you say it in your sleep, he finally lets go of whatever he’s been holding on for so long. he’s ready to willingly admit he’s in love with you and has been for such a long time

— he runs a hand through your hair, just thinking of how comforting it is to be with you, of how you make him smile without even having to be there with him. just the thought of you makes him so happy and it’s infuriating because why does losing to love feel so much like winning instead? is it because it’s you he’s falling in love with?

— would ask you if you’re sure because he’s someone that values sureness, honesty, and just Purpose. he loves on purpose and he wants to make sure you love him by your own choice too. he’s always chosen to take every step closer to you all his life

❝ do you really mean that? please mean it. ❞

YANG JEONGIN

— time always slows when you’re with him. he also gives me romance between friends because like seungmin, he’s not the type to take love lightly. he only ever says the three words in important moments. he never wants to just throw those words around because romance is so important to him, and he’s always been the one to seek for it because it’s so beautiful

— when he meets you, he just thinks, so this is what love is. he understands now why people tell stories about it, why it’s subject to so many songs. he understands when he looks in your eyes

— it’s an afternoon of teasing where your eyes meet and you just double in laughter because whatever the hell you’re talking about is so funny to only the two of you. the boys will never understand the language you’ve crafted for yourselves

— you fall asleep after having played games and ran around and teased each other all afternoon and it’s in his arms while the two of you are watching a movie

— when you say it, he falls silent. he closes his eyes and crosses his fingers and prays he isn’t just dreaming this up, might pinch himself even because it’s just so unreal to him that you love him like he might be the Foolish silly type but when he loves, he really does give it his all

— you wake up at one of the louder scenes of the movies and you’re like ??? why is jeongin staring at you like that so you’re like stop staring .. but he kind of just grins really LOVESICK and you’re like oh my god what is happening. he’s looking at you different and his eyes are softer

— with a yank of your shirt, he kisses you and mumbles how much he loves you against your lips

❝ i love you. and i will choose to love you everytime. ❞

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