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mingihttps · 22 days

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21 questions

bang chan x fem!reader

you want chan by your side when having a panic attack but he won't answer your calls. thankfully han is there to distract you until chan finally comes home.

wc: >800

warnings: established relationship, angsts, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, crying, hyperventilating, self harm (hair pulling), pet names (baby, babygirl, my love, sweetheart), a couple cuss words

"the number you have dialed is-" i hit the red button on my phone screen with shaking hands. i've lost count of how many times i've tried to call chan in the past hour. my sobs and uneven breaths echo off the walls of my bedroom and reach my ears twice as loud. my boyfriend not answering my calls when i need him just makes the tears run down my face faster. my thoughts are running a thousand miles a second. going from feeling so alone to feeling like my own boyfriend hates me. it's getting harder and harder to breathe by the second as it feels like the room is getting smaller. then, suddenly, the sound of the dorm room closing and heavy footsteps are ringing in my ears. based on the loud rhythm of the footsteps, i can tell that they don't belong to chan. i tuck my head between my knees and tightly thread my fingers in my hair as a way to ground myself and, hopefully, keep myself quiet. i don't want whoever it is that entered the dorm to know that I'm having a panic attack for who knows what fucking reason at this point. i can hear the footsteps getting louder as they get closer and closer to my lover's room that i've been hiding in ever since they left for practice this morning. i tug on my hair harder as my tears or faster as the footsteps stop on the other side of the door. there is a gentle knock that sounds three times louder than what it probably was. i put a hand over my mouth to make sure no sobs came out, which is fruitless since whoever is at the door already knows I'm in here.

"y/n... can i come in?" i hold back A choked sob, which only makes my breathing more shallow. why had han come home? were the others on the way? god, I hope so. "y/n? i know you probably want channie-hyung but he won't be home for another hour... so can i please come in?" now that i know han heard me crying there's no point in trying to keep quiet. i uncover my mouth and let all of my shaky breaths be heard by han through the door. han quickly moves to open the bedroom door and make his way to me. "shit." i hear him mutter under his breath once he sees the state that i'm in, hyperventilating and shaking as i hold myself for comfort.

"what happened?" he whispers affectionately as he sits beside me on the bed and takes my other hand out of my hair gently.

"i don't know anymore." i said, truthfully and quietly, but han still heard me.

"that's okay sweetheart, you don't have to know," he whispers once again while smoothing down my hair, "wanna play a game?"

i look at han with teary eyes questioningly. "what game?" i sniffled.

"how about 21 questions?" han smiled down at me with practically pleading eyes.

i wipe my eyes and nod my head. i know he's just trying to distract me from my anxiety, but who am i to say no.

"okay, i'll start, what's your favorite color?"

"han, you already know that"

"just answer!" i teasingly shake my head before answering the question and asking my own. i don't know when, but han must have texted chan and told him that i was crying because a few minutes into the game, i hear the front door slam shut and someone calling my name. the bedroom door opens quickly, revealing my boyfriend.

"i'm so sorry, babygirl, are you okay?" chan says as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head.

"it's okay channie, i know you're busy," i reassure him as i wrap my arms around his torso, "hannie helped me calm down"

"i know, he texted me, i'm sorry i wasnt here sooner, baby" chan apologizes again.

"i'm going to end this game of 21 questions here, then" han says as he gets off the bed with a stretch and leaves to go to his own room.

"you hungry at all, baby?" chan asks and i shake my head.

"i am tired, though" i whisper as i lay down in the bed.

"then let's take a nap, my love" my boyfriend whispered back as he lays down beside me.

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strlstlvr · 11 months

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OBSESSED, stray kids finding an old fan tweet abt them ♡

- PART TWO; MAKNAE LINE ! of course you were always their biggest fan, too bad they took a deep dive and found out how obsessed you actually were

⋆·˚ ༘ * smau, crack

link to part one! hyung line <3

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mykoreanlove · 5 months

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Wanna bet?

Hyunjin hurried back into the practice room looking fully disheveled. His hair was tousled, his clothes messy and his eyes glazed. He barely made it back in time, at least physically. Mentally he was still between your thighs.

„Jesus, what’s gotten into you?“, Han teased. Hyunjin stumbled for words, his brain hadn’t fully recovered from what you had done to him just minutes ago. Images of your plush lips around his hardened cock flooded his mind. „Oh, would you look at how he’s blushing. Were you with her again?“, Changbin chimed in.

Ever since the dating ban had been lifted he was fucking his whole way through Seoul‘s elite, unlike Hyunjin who had only ever fucked you.

But since nobody was allowed to know about that, he had to make up a lie. „Who is Hyunjin‘s mystery girlfriend?“, Seungmin asked curiously. Changbin snorted before answering: „We all know who it’s not. Have you talked to y/n lately? She can’t stand his guts.“

A provocative laugh left Changbin‘s lips which made Hyunjin‘s blood boil. If he only knew, if they only knew how you whimpered for him, how you got on your knees for him, how you declared your love only for him.

You came up with the stupid idea to make up a feud so that nobody would be suspicious.

„Let’s just pretend we hate each other so nobody suspects us, Hyun.“

Oh no, he didn’t like that. At all. You kissed his big pout, little by little, until it dissolved. Hyunjin buried his head into your neck, whining about all of this. „My love, this is not fair. The dating ban is finally over and still I can’t show you openly? Make that make sense?“

He was a big romantic after all, your boyfriend. You smiled sadly and caressed his face. „Precious, you are used to the fame and its perks. But also its downsides. But I’m not. I am a nobody and I’d like to keep it that way. I don’t want to share our love with others, especially not your fans. Can’t we just pretend for a little longer?“

His head shot up as he looked you straight in the eyes. You saw the dissatisfaction in him, but still he showed you the utmost respect and adoration.

„You’re not a nobody y/n. Especially not to me. But I understand. I don’t like it but I understand.“

You kissed the tip of his nose quickly. He let out a chuckle as he grabbed your face and kissed you tenderly. „You know I can’t resist you, my love. Never been able to.“

Seungmin‘s voice brought him back to reality. „You mean manager y/n? Why? Why does she hate him so much?“ Changbin grabbed a cup of water and sat down on the floor. Hyunjin wondered when the others would finally arrive, so he wouldn’t have to listen to this any longer.

„I grabbed lunch with her recently and we actually talked about this. You know one moment we were happily chatting about the newest girl groups’ choreographies and the next minute she got all icy and shot daggers out of her eyes. That’s when I realized she saw Hyunjin.“

Hyunjin listened silently as he recalled that moment in the cafeteria. It was true - you gave him the coldest look, turning his heart into ice. He even heard you badmouth him to Changbin, something about him being too arrogant and stupid. „He’s the leader of paboracha for a reason, right?“, your amused voice echoed in his head. „It’s like he only cares about his looks. No wonder he’s every brand‘s ambassador. But real talent? Not so much.“

Hurt got replaced by anger, so naturally Hyunjin left the cafeteria and ate alone. This was still new to him and he tried to have compassion for your fears but did you have to make your hate towards him that obvious?

Did you mean all that? Did you purposely spawn out his insecurities like that?

Sometimes he couldn’t tell, which left him feeling worse. He always saw you in the best light but apparently you only saw his flaws.

He was pissed, no he was furious.

Until he wasn’t.

Every time you made him angry like that he discovered new sides in both of you.

You felt guilty and remorseful after humiliating him, you desperately needed to make it up to him. You got creative, eager to please. You sent him the naughtiest texts while working, slid the prettiest nudes into his wallet or sucked him off in between meetings. You loved this game of provoking him, acting like he was shit only to beg for his forgiveness later.

And Hyunjin? Weirdly, he got off of it. He could bear the humiliation if that meant he could dominate you later as much as he pleased. He fucked his anger out of him - and right into you. He was rough with you: spitting, spanking, hitting. You insulted his ego and now he punished your pussy, however he pleased.

Was it twisted?

Was it perverse?

Hyunjin had no idea as this was his first real relationship. Was love always accompanied by hate?

„You know I think I might actually ask her out. What do you think? Do I have a shot with manager y/n?“

Changbin grinned from ear to ear.

Hyunjin had no idea how your relationship turned toxic but he was sure of one thing - you were his. He ruminated on using you to get back at his friend. He hesitated - no matter the amount of hate you elicited in him, he still loved you.

But that all changed when he looked into Changbin’s face - he was so sure of winning, so sure of humiliating Hyunjin for once, so he had no chance than to trade you in.

„Why don’t we make a bet?“ Hyunjin spoke up for the first time since entering the practice room.

His hyung snorted out laughing. „A bet? Do you want to compete against me?“

Hyunjin smirked, feeling overly confident. „Sure, why not?“ Changbin‘s eyes widened in shock. „Are you serious right now? She hates your guts. Do you want to lose?“

Hyunjin thought back to you moaning his name every other night. He pictured you walking around in his clothes, only for him to strip you out of them. He saw you looking at him with love and adoration, like no one ever had before. He was sick of hiding his relationship and he was sicker of Changbin‘s bickering. Let him loose drastically, let him learn a lesson.

„Is that a no? Are you afraid?“

Changbin got up from the floor, towering in front of him. „Game on, Hwang.“

Hyunjin flinched, rigorously hating being called by his surname. The voice of rationality chimed in, hoping to dissolve the friction between the two of them. „So let me get this straight. You want to bet on manager y/n? Who will win her over first? Isn’t that kind of…mean?“

Oh it was.

Normally, Hyunjin wouldn’t behave like this but he needed to teach Changbin a lesson. He knew that you wouldn’t get hurt so what was the big deal? Let him woo you some while he sat back and watched. At the end of the day it would be him who was making you faint from pleasure.

Nobody said a word, the older ones were too busy eye-fucking each other.

Changbin spoke first. „What’s the price?“

Hyunjin rolled his eyes as a response. „Her, you moron. What other price do you need?“

Changbin laughed again. „Actually, you’re right. Not only am I going to get her but I will also win against you. And that’s a shameful defeat you’ll have to live with forever. Let’s do this.“

The others entered the practice room as the deal was sealed. Not another word was spoken on that matter. Hyunjin remained silent, deep in his thoughts he wondered: „Did I take it too far this time?“

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starlostseungmin · 8 months

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— skin care routine, hhj.

“you’re just as bad as seungmin,” your boyfriend huffs as he lay down on your shared bed, suffering because of cucumbers being smacked down on his face. “oww!”

“it’s not that hard,” you defended, laughing at his distress. it is indeed a nice tuesday night spending some time with hyunjin in your pajamas.

“should you put the face mask first?” he asked picking up the green fresh vegetables being plastered on his face and eating them.

“you’re disgusting!” you laughed again, brushing his bangs up away from his forehead and grouped them using a hairclip.

“what? they’re good for your health!” he defended, taking everything as you sat down and mixed the face mask cream in a small bowl.

“whatever you say, pretty boy,” you scoffed, taking the small spatula and started to spread the cream all over his face. hyunjin closed his eyes, feeling the texture that hugs his skin and the coolness of the thick cream.

“you’ll definitely put the cucumbers on my face after that,” he added as you grinned.

“of course, your highness,” you chuckled. after a few seconds of covering his face with the white face mask, you placed the thinly sliced cucumbers on his cheeks and one on his forehead.

“are you done?” he asked.

“yeah, now sit up so i can fix your hair,” you replied as he sat up while you grabbed some hair ties to tie his hair into pigtails. “you’re so pretty,” you cooed giving him a hand mirror which made produced a disappointed face.

“i look like an idiot,” he retorted making you burst out laughing.

“but you’re so cute,” you insisted.

“i swear to god, you’re just like seungmin,” he said, checking himself out in the mirror. “but don’t i deserve a kiss?” he said pouting his lips as you shake your head violently.

“no, you’re all mushy,”

“i hate you,” hyunjin frowned.

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woncon · 9 months

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➳ the case of the missing cookie

➶ stray kids ot8 x gn!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ where one of your boyfriends ate your cookie and you need to find out who was the thief, so you kiss everyone.

➴ genre: fluff, poly, slice of life, non-idol au

: ̗̀➛ warnings: mxm interactions (ofc), one punch, a lil' bit suggestive if you squint, a few pet names, a lots of kissing (꜆ ˃ ³ ˂)꜆

⌨ :: 2.8k words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this fic into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

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You've been keeping your cookie in store for a while now. You're searching for the glorious ocassion to eat it, and finally the time has come: your university assigment is all done, checked and sent, and you're ready to celebrate your success with having the tasty chocolate chip cookie.

The box is surpisingly light. You rip off the plastic cover, and your heart skips a beat. Your cookie isn't there, just a few little, orphan crumbs. You stare at them in disbelief, as if they would be able to point at the offender with their fingers. Half an hour ago you took a dreamy look at the cookie, because you were reassured by the knowledge that you can have it soon.

But one of your boyfriends was faster than you. Someone meanly ate your small treasure, your favourite sweet, which you guarded like how a mother would her tiny, innocent baby.

You throw the empty box on the kitchen counter, and you decide, you'll find and unveil the perpetrator. The crime happened less than thirty minutes, you just need to find the lips that taste like cookie, and then... There will be consequences, for sure. No one can eat your cookie without punishment. With that definite thought, you furrow your brows, nod and already on your way to investigate.

Minho wanted to take a look, if there's enough canned fish for the cats. That's why he goes to the kitchen. Where an unexpected you grabs him firmly and kisses him angrily and intensely. His tongue cannot resist, it's a miracle that your nor his hip doesn't hit the kitchen counter or one another. He grabs you by the hips and when he could truly have a taste of you, and take the lead, you pull away to take a breath.

You breathe onto each other's mouth after the kiss ends. Minho gives the now less furious you a questioning look. Usually, you're not the passionate one and you feel a little embarrassed in his arms, so you quickly get out from his lightsome hug.

"I'll explain later," you mumble the promise.

So, Minho can check the cat food with the memory of your lips on his mouth and heart, and you your other partners.

Your next target, who you find is Felix, sweet Felix, who wouldn't touch your cookie, 'cause he wouldn't want to hurt you this way. But it's possible that he accidentally ate it, and he didn't know the cookie was yours, so you definitely need to kiss him. It's a must.

You sit down on the sofa next to him in the living room. He's playing video games. You're still blunt from the kiss in the kitchen, so you shyly and gently pull his shirt to get his attention. Felix pauses his game, turning to you with interest on what you would want. But before he could ask you, you lean into him, crashing his lips with yours in a slow, sensual way. He tastes sweet, but not from the cookie, rather the raspberry flavored gummy bears laying next to his thigh. You're happy that you have no reason to be angry at him, and in addition you can kiss his perfect lips.

You leave his warm lips with a smile. You feel more calm and self-conscious.

"You can continue playing. That's all I wanted."

Even if you want to leave, the boy with the glittery, loving look and with galaxies shining on his face won't let you.

After a few more kisses and a giggly freckle pampering session later, with lips a little numb, but oh so loved, you go to the studio, 'cause Chan is surely there. You're ready for the next kisses to find the cookie flavor on someone's lips.

As with Felix, you wouldn't assume that Chan ate your cookie with malicious intent. Although when he's doing hard work and he gets hungry, Chan doesn't pay too much attention to what he's eating at the moment. He could eat it without knowing it was your cookie.

Before you open the door, you knock properly, and after his tired voice invites you in, you step into the room. Chan turns to you in his chair. He flashes a gentle smile, but his dull eyes show you that he is exhausted.

"You need a break."

"Yeah, yeah." Chan sighs while drumming on his thighs, sinking into his chair.

"If you continue like this, you will fall asleep on the keyboard." You step closer, running your fingers through his soft hair, massaging his scalp which he accepts with a relieved groan. Suddenly Chan pulls you into his lap and you cling to his shoulder with a surprised squeal.

"No, if I use you as a pillow."

Chan's smile widens and grows into a lovely grin as he cuddle you like a joyful yet sleepy koala, hiding his handsome face in the crook of your neck, imitating snoring sounds. You giggle at his playfulness, fishing his face out.

For a few silent moments you just watch him in deep awe. Chan caresses your back in slow circles and you give in and kiss him. He didn't eat any cookies, but he drinked one or two mango flavored energy drinks.

"Was this my goodnight kiss?"

"Not necessarily. You can get more, if you go to sleep in the bed."

"Im gonna save, then go. I promise." He press a light eskimo kiss on you and smiles widely. "Okay?"

"Uh-uh. You have ten minutes. If you're not with Seungmin by then, no more kisses for you."

After you threaten him, you leave his comfy, warm body and the room to search for your next boyfriend and potential cookie thief. Typical workout music emanates from one of the rooms: you enter there.

Changbin is on the rug, doing sit-ups in a loose athletic shirt. The TV shows the actual task and the remaining time. The music rumbles from the speakers. The boy is sweaty, his biceps streching perfectly. You're just in luck: he has a half minute long break right now. He just lays there like a starfish, panting heavily until you sit down on his stomach, pulling him up to your lips by grabbing the front of his cloth. His sigh is muted by your roaming mouth. It doesn't bother Changbin, he really enjoys how you randomly yet lovingly kiss him, how close you are. You don't mind that your chest is pressed againt his and your shirt getting a bit sweaty from the thight contact.

Changbin is very sexy, such a biscutie and a talented kisser, but he didn't eat any cookies recently, instead he had fruit flavored ice cream. The coldness is gone, but the taste is still fresh-like on his tongue.

"What's up?" He asks in a raspy voice which sends shivers down your spine. He strokes your sides lazily as the timer won't run out soon, as he can offer himself to you as long as you need him. You wanted to keep your mission as a secret, however you didn't know that Changbin would look at you like that, interested in whatever you want to say.

"Somebody ate my cookie, therefore I taste everyone. Lucky for you, you aren't the one." Your hand strokes his chest, touching every muscle beneath the sweated cloth, slightly lingering a bit on his abs.

Changbin smirks.

"Jisung was really suspicious when I went out on break."

"Thanks for the hint!" You kiss his puffy face, then get up.

The last time you were with Jisung, he was clinging to you, and he was demanding not just hugs, but attention. You were trying hard to calm him down. You reassured that when you finish your task, you will give all your hugs to him. Is it possible that Jisung ate your cookie out of revenge? Hopefully not.

But where could Jisung be? He was probably seeking hugs from somebody else. There's no better place for this than the big bedroom, where Seungmin sleeps. You approach the room on your tiptoes, quietly opening the door into the semi-darkness.

On the bed, under the big blanket hill, you can hear peaceful snoring. Smiling, you get closer, climbing on the bed. Paying attention not to kneel on anybody, and when you sucessfully make your way behind your closer boyfriend, you nest yourself to his back. You immediately recognize Seungmin from his scent, his messy hair and the soft way he snores. You lean over his shoulder to place a light kiss on his cheek. He couldn't eat your cookie unless he's a sleepwalker, which is completely out of the question.

However, the boy who sleeps next to Seungmin, maybe. Jisung maybe. You need to find out, that's why you're here. You can't cuddle up with the lovely duo and just rest, you need to know whose fault it is that you can't enjoy your celebration cookie.

You approach from the other side of the bed. Jisung's head is fully in Seungmin's chest. He got as close to him as possible.

"Hanie... Jisungie... Baby..."

You kiss his shoulder, fondling his back, softly calling his name.

"Huh?" Jisung turns your way, his tone is dripping from deep sleep. You kiss his lips. The kiss is slow, dripping with honey like his dreams. Sweet, but not from the cookie, more like the hazelnut chocolate that Changbin probably saw him eat earlier.

"Y/n..."

"Just sleep, baby." You rub your nose on his neck, when his head slumps back on the pillow.

As you climb backwards on the bed, wondering where you should search for your remaining two boyfriends, an unexpected loud noise comes from the bathroom followed by muffled swearing. Something hit the ground with a loud thud.

You become scared that something bad happened, for example the hair dryer fell on the unlucky Jeongin's or Hyunjin's feet, but that's not the case. You can see that when you open the door hurriedly. It was just the comb on the ground and Hyunjin's feet look fine - as fine as feet can be. He bends down for the fallen thing.

"Is everything alright?"

You ask in a whisper, the door clicks behind you. You let go of the doorknob, and grab the towel. You want to help dry his locks, they don't look ready for combing yet.

"Yeah."

Hyunjin is a strong-minded guy, besides his overwhelming charm helps him reach what he desires. For example, you on the top of the washing machine rubbing his hair, while he is between your thighs.

Or even the last cookie...

Hyunjin hums from the pleasant feeling as you try to dry his hair. He puts his hands on your waist, drawing you a bit closer. Then he sees your shirt.

"You're wet? Did I make you wet?"

"No. Changbin did. I mean, this is his sweat."

"What did you do?" Hyunjin mouth turns upwards into a smile, his left eyebrow frows in a teasing manner. Devilishly angelic.

"Nothing bad." You feel the heat beneath your cheeks as you poke his nose and stop the hair drying.

"Nothing bad, huh?"

Hyunjin's eyes gets smug and excitedly dark. His gaze is on your lips, touching you with his look first only, then dulcetly devouring your lips by savouring them.

Hyunjin's kisses are magical. He also magically diverts your attention from your cookie-finding quest. He didn't eat your cookie, you don't taste it, however you can't make yourself move from his embrace. He's a born talent: with his kisses, he easily distracts you from his nimble fingers working their way beneath your shirt, then with proficient and successful movements he takes it off you.

When you lean back to protest, Hyunjin lifts the material over your head, then throws it into the laundry, so he can hug your bare waist smirking pleasantly. The air feels heavier in your lungs as his fingers draw circles and unrecognizable shapes on your side.

"Hyunjin..."

Your sigh bursts into laughter as he tickles your sides and your naked belly.

"Stop, stop! Hey! Hyunjin!"

When your vehement protest bears it's fruit, Hyunjin cheekily yet lovingly smiles at you.

The door opens, both of you look at the arriving Chan. He isn't surprised, just looks at the two of you with a dreamy smile. Hyunjin and you are one of his favourite people, and seeing you together always makes his heart beat faster, while he smiles like a teenager experiencing his first love.

"I came for my promised goodnight kiss."

"Can I have your hoodie in exchange?" You want his black hoodie so bad. Though the air was hot a minute ago, it's still cold for your uncovered skin. "You won't need it anyway. The boys warmed up the bed so much, it feels like it's burning. You won't be cold."

Chan doesn't nod, just pulls his hoodie off his head. While he does it just for you, you can catch a piece of his brawny stomach, 'cause his shirt slides up a bit too. The view is satisfying indeed.

You happily pull on the relic which smells like Chan and feels like his hug around your whole torso. You still smile when you give him your goodnight kiss. Chan hums gratefully, caresses your cheek, then he gets a kiss from Hyunjin too, gently grabbing his not dried locks.

The conclusion hits you like a train: there is only one boy left who could eat your cookie.

Jeongin. The sassy, naughty Innie.

"Do you know where Innie is?"

You get down from the washing machine with the intention to track down the thief. No longer his identity, but his location.

"He went to the market."

Hyunjin finally uses the hairbrush.

"He should enjoy it while he can."

Your eyes become dark and threatening.

"What happened?"

"He ate my cookie. The last cookie."

Chan hisses. "Woe to him. Come, hug out your anger from me and Sungie, while he isn't here. Maybe it will help."

"Okay."

Chan gets behind Jisung, and sensing the big, comfortable body's heat, the boy turns around and clings onto the older with a content whine. You settle down on Chan's other side, cuddling up to him, listening to his heartbeat. As his heart calms down, he began to snore quietly as he sinks into sleep. You smoothly pat Jisung's hand, trying to focus on that and not imagine how you'll chase Jeongin with your slippers when he comes back.

Your cookie is holy and invulnerable.

You can't stay idle for long, you get up, tuck your boyfriends, then you leave the bedroom and you don't stop until you're in the living room where the freshly showered Changbin, Felix and the cats are. They're chilling on the sofa, watching one of the many Bruce Willis movies.

You sit down next to Changbin. The frustration is too much, you huff and your head land in his shoulder, the tip of your nose softly touching his neck. Maybe the stress wouldn't follow you there. Changbin's hand softly strokes your thigh as his other hand lays on the top of Felix's knee.

"Have you found Jisung?"

"Yes. But it wasn't him. It was Jeongin. He isn't home yet."

"What are you whispering about?" Felix curiously leans closer, rubbing the purring cat's head.

"I found out that Jeongin ate my cookie."

"What will you do to him when he arrives?"

"I'll kill him. I just don't know how yet."

Changbin tries to hide his smile. You are really cute when you curdle like that, 'cuz it's clear that you won't fulfill those threats.

As if somebody told him to come in, the thief arrives. You, your two boyfriends and the cats can hear the front door's opening, the key clinks, the coat swishes, the shoes tap on the floor, and there is one more person in the house.

"YANG JEONGIN!"

You're very fast, getting to him by seconds. Your mouth is a strict line, and in your eyes, the betrayal and the wrath swirls when you punch his chest, offended.

"You ate my cookie!"

"Ouch!" That's his reaction. He doesn't protect his body from you, you can easily use him as a pounching bag if you want to. But even if you're grumpy, you get interested in the thing he is holding behind his back. It's rattling. In turn, as hard you try to see, as committed he is to hide it from you.

"Please, don't kill me. I didn't know that cookie was yours, 'm sorry that I ate it. But I brought a whole pack just for you. Can you forgive me?"

Jeongin shows you the box of cookies, while he looks at you with the most precious puppy eyes and makes a little pout which melts your heart instantly. That's the guilty Innie's speciality.

You accept your gift, then you softly sigh. You're reconciled, you don't resent anymore. You can be easily reassured. You even press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, so he knows that you forgave him. Jeongin smirks widely, his eyes turn into mischievous half moons.

You're pleased and proud too, 'cuz in the end you found your missing cookie and solved the case.

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rachalixie · 2 years

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stray kids reactions | post argument

how the boys act after an argument with you

warnings: stray kids x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff with a sprinkle of angst

bang chan

“i,” he starts as he walks through the bedroom door, clearing his throat a little. “wanted to give you some space but. i missed you?” his voice is small and he’s hunched over a little and you want to squeeze him and never let him go.

you thought seeing him so soon after arguing would make you angrier, but instead it diffuses all your tension and you’ve forgotten why you were even arguing in the first place.

“come here,” you say, reaching your hands out for him and opening up your blanket so he could snuggle in. he wastes no time jumping into your space, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his head into your chest. you wrap the blanket around the two of you, hoping it would protect you, even from yourselves. “never give me space again.”

lee minho

you find him sitting outside on the balcony floor hours later, exactly where you left him. he’s shivering and he’s curled up with his knees to his chest, but he refuses to look at you. even when you place a blanket around his shoulders and place a warm mug of tea into his hand, he keeps his eyes averted to the side.

“i love you,” you say, sitting down next to him and intertwining your fingers with those of his free hand. “and i’m sorry.”

he stays silent, eyes looking anywhere but at you, but his fingers squeeze yours tightly where they rest with yours in your lap. he takes a long sip of his tea and snuggles further into the blanket. i love you and i’m sorry too, he says without words.

seo changbin

“hey,” he says, fitting himself into a big spoon around your curled up body, bringing his hand up to gently wipe the tears off of your face. “i love you.”

you curl up a little more, overwhelmed with the array of emotions you’ve felt in the past few minutes. arguments with changbin are always hard and fast, explosive words of anger that fizzle out quickly once one of you leaves the room in tears.

“i love you too. let’s not ever do that again,” you say, knowing that it was an impossible ask but that you needed to her him say he would try.

“never,” he says, tightening his hold on you.

hwang hyunjin

“i’m sorry,” you both blurt out at each other at the same time as soon as you make eye contact. on any other occasion you would giggle, but your emotions are still raw.

“you were right,” you sigh, voice low as you bow your head. you’re standing in the doorway of his bedroom and he stands from curled up spot on the bed to approach you.

“no,” he says, stepping closer to you. “it was you that was right.”

you finally close the distance between you, wrapping your arms tight around his back. his long arms snake around your waist and he sighs into your neck.

“let’s never do that again.”

han jisung

neither of you are going to apologize first. you’re both too cocky and too proud to be the first to concede, and so you find yourself in a standoff in the kitchen once you were both too hungry to avoid the other anymore.

you’re slamming pots and pans and stirring angrily as you cook. you sit down at the table, placing a plate of a plate of steaming food in his spot without a word. he places a cup of water next to you as he sits and wordlessly passes you the salt, knowing you would need more, since you always do. his nonverbal way of caring for you, even when he was mean not even an hour ago.

you eat in silence but take his plate once you’re both done. he walks out of the room as you clean up, making you sigh. he surprises you though, when you walk out to see your blanket laid out in the couch next to him and your favorite kdrama cued to play on the tv.

neither of you need words to say i’m sorry, you think as you cuddle up onto his side.

lee felix

he walks into your shared room, sitting next to where your curled up form lies on your bed. he can’t see your face since you’re turned way from him. he lays his hand in your shoulder and you almost shrug it off, but you didn’t because you know it would hurt him. even though you’re furious at him right now you would never do that on purpose.

“can we talk about it?” he says softly, rubbing your shoulder a bit. you stay quiet for a minute, composing yourself.

“i love you,” you pause. “but if you make me talk about it with you right now i can’t be blamed for what i’ll say.”

“that’s okay,” he says, sighing. “can i at least cuddle you?” his voice is small and timid and you can’t think about that fact that you did that.

“yes, always.”

kim seungmin

the thing about kim seungmin is that he’s always right. he’s frustratingly astute and observant and it drives you up the wall sometimes. the other thing about kim seungmin is that he’s not afraid to fight dirty.

which is why you’re sitting on the steps outside your front door, stewing in passive anger at not only being wrong but offended.

you hear the door creak open behind you as he pads outside, barefoot.

“i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have said that,” he says, head down and voice small as he sits down next to you.

“no, you shouldn’t have,” you say, grabbing his hand in both of yours. “but i shouldn’t have fought you so hard, either. we both made mistakes.”

“i don’t deserve you,” he sighs, wriggling his fingers in your hands.

“no. but what are you going to do to make it up to me?”

yang jeongin

frustrated, would be the word to describe jeongin as he paces back and forth through your living room. you can feel his footsteps vibrating the couch where you’re sitting, arms crossed and watching him with a frown on your face.

“just sit down,” you almost snap, dizzy with how many times he’s walked back and forth past you.

“i can’t, i’m angry.” he says, turning around again. you can see the insecurity he’s hiding under the frustration. this time when he walks past you, you grab his wrist and pull and he trips into the sofa next to you. you pounce on him, trapping him from getting up again and he struggles for a moment before he relaxes into the sofa, defeated.

“we’re okay, innie. don’t worry.”

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jungkookslipring · 4 months

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morning hugs

pairings: reader x Seungmin (mentions of OT8)

genre: fluff/tword

relationship: platonic (or romantic wink wink)

AU: this was based on a dream I had the other day lol also look at his sweet smile oh my god mom i love him

Summary: when your morning routine consists of coffee runs and waking up a sleepy Seungmin

Saturdays were always the best day of the week. It was a day when you didn't have to worry about work and could spend the whole day with your best friends. Even if it was just for an hour or two, it was always worth it. Today, you were going to meet your friends for a couple of hours before they went off to do their own thing. To surprise them, you decided to bring them all drinks from a local coffee shop. Their faces lit up with excitement when they saw their usual coffee orders, and you all laughed and enjoyed each other's company.

"Where's the rest of the guys?" you ask, noticing that three were missing.

"Innie's in the bathroom, Changbin is trying to wake up Seungmin," Chan said as he drank his smoothie.

You nod your head and grab their drink tray, heading towards the bedroom. As you pass by the open bathroom, you notice I.N humming while brushing his teeth. You offer him his iced americano and smile as he thanks you, but almost spits out his toothpaste. You proceed to take the two coffee drinks to Seungmin's shared bedroom. When you enter, you see Changbin "trying" to get Seungmin out of bed, which is actually just cuddling. You laugh as you set the drinks on the desk, and Changbin calls out your name and beckons you into bed.

"I'm not falling for that, Seungmin will just fall back asleep," you say as you sit on the bed, trying to dodge Changbin's hand that keeps grabbing for your wrist.

"Hey!" you shout as Changbin succeeds in grabbing your wrist and pulling you next to them.

"You're better at getting him out of bed," Changbin chuckles as he gives you a thank-you kiss on your cheek before getting up from the bed to retrieve his coffee. Seungmin rolls over and wraps his arms around you.

“Mornin snuggle bug,” You said in a high-pitched and squeaky voice as he giggled sleepily. You were grateful to see that sweet smile on his face every day. You briefly rubbed his back before letting your hand stray closer and closer to his sides. He jerked in your hold and started giggling.

“Why are you so giggly huh? You act like I’m gonna attack you," you say with a smirk.

“Cause you alwayhahays dohoho,” he giggled as he protected his torso.

“I won't! Scouts honor,” you promise as you let go.

“You never did scouts waihahahahahait” he giggled as you squeezed his tummy from your new sitting position.

“Sorry Minnie can’t help it!” you smiled as he squeaked at the feeling.

“You’re just too cute!” You simply state as loud giggles and squeaky laughter flowed from his lips. It was interesting how he didn’t tell you to stop.

“Oh my god you love this don’t you?” You ask, stopping your attack momentarily. He flushed red as he refused to answer that question.

“Kim Seungmin you’ll be the death of me one day,” you said when you started tickling him again. His laughter went up an octave when his shirt rode up, giving you access to wiggle your fingers on his abs. The sweetest sounds filled the room as he weakly batted at your hands, his body curling up on itself and leaning his head further into your lap.

“Tickle tickle tickle!” you teased until Seungmin’s laughter went silent. As much as you could do this for eternity you knew he’d need a break eventually. You slowed down your tickles and simply started rubbing his abs, trying to get rid of the ghost tickles that still lingered. Small giggles fell from his lips as he caught his breath and covered his eyes.

“That was torture,” he mumbled with the biggest smile on his face.

“Oh don’t act like you hated it,” you joked poking his side once more. You both knew this would happen again tomorrow, and he didn't mind one bit.

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A lot of my dreams lately have had Seungmin as my best friend and it makes my heart happy hahahaha let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

taglist: @felixmainacc @felixburneracc @myforevermelody143 @dunno-wut-to-do @itzsana-kiddingmenow

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yawnzzznnn · 4 months

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☆Up All Night - Bang Chan☆

☆Special thanks too: Anon, Bang Chan, Stray Kids

☆Note: I'm so sorry again I thought it'd have more free time sense everyone is focused on the holidays but due to personal matters this is coming out late but thank you Anon I hope you have an amazing Christmas (first post messed up)

☆TW: kissing :

☆Taglist: @mxlly143 - @jisvngc0re1

☆Prompt: Slow Dancin' & Romancin'

12-13-23

Listening to Christmas music in the background as you watched the snow fall out the window, waiting for your boyfriend, Chan to come back home from practice, you weren't sure how long you spent at the window, too lost in your own thoughts.

Focused on the outside you didn't hear Chan open the front door, or call out for you, he walked into the living room semi worried, all his worries and thoughts washed away as he seen you sitting next to the window, wrapped in a big fluffy blanket a cup of hot cocoa next to you, soft holiday music playing in the back, quickly pulling out his phone, he snapped a picture of you setting it as his wallpaper he finally walked up to you.

Putting his hand on your shoulder, slightly scaring you "oh, I'm sorry" he giggled finding your reaction cute, your shocked expression faded into a soft warm smile, "I was waiting for you" you said softly offering him a drink of your cooled hot cocoa, "but it's so late" he sighed looking at the time, "I told you not to stay up this late anymore, even if it's waiting for me you'll rot your brain" Chan chuckled lightly tapping the top of your head.

"How rich coming from someone who doesn't even know the meaning of sleep" you joked, Chan laughed, pulling you up by your arm, "what, no I sleep way more than you do" Chan laughed, your eyes slightly widened as you laughed in disbelief "mhm and those suit cases under your eyes are enough proof of that" you said calling him out, Chan faked offence putting his hand over his heart.

"You've wounded me" he said in a dramatic tone, giggling you decided to play along "oh no, how ever shall I fix what I've done" you said pretending to think, Chan laughed wrapping his arms around your waist, swaying you with him to the beat of the Christmas song.

The two of you swayed for almost 30 minutes enjoying each other's presence, sharing kisses every now and then, when you looked at Chan and noticed somehow between now and the last kiss you shared has fallen asleep, you smiled as his head lulled on to your shoulder as more of his bodyweight went on to you, eventually he became to heavy so you unfortunately woke him up, making sure he was awake enough to make it to the bed and sleep there.

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straykidsmoonlight · 1 year

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SKZ React- your baby gets sick

A/n: I’m back from the grave! I’ve been kinda busy lately and haven’t had the chance to write, but please keep the requests coming! 💛

Chan

Just takes it in his stride

Will be keeping a watchful eye on Karl as he keeps on cleaning the house

So careful with giving his little boy the right medicines, always making sure to keep a note so he can show you what’s he’s given him later on

Lee know

He’s always responsible for his little ones health, making soups for Byeol all the time

When his little baby Jeni gets sick, he ensures you are feeding her well, keeping a watchful eye as you sit with her, making sure you are well fed too

Gently rubs her tummy to make her feel better

Changbin

Quite overwhelmed when Jimin gets sick

Sort of just blankly watches as you fuss over your daughter, not quite knowing what to do

Feels really bad, so at night he goes and sleeps by his babies cot on the floor, in case she wakes up lots in the middle of the night

Hyunjin

His heart aches when his baby boy starts crying in pain

Will sit gently bouncing his son on his chest trying to stop his stomach upset

Rubs his babies belly, desperately trying to make his son feel better, until Cheon-Sa finally falls asleep in his arms. Breathes a sigh of relief and literally won’t move an inch until his son wakes up

Han

It’s not that Han can’t handle three kids, but when his youngest baby Dani gets an ear infection, he feels so out of his depth

Is at home all day with his three girls and you are out of town, so he FaceTimes you, as tears stream down his face

You tell him he’s doing a great job, and not to feel bad for putting the older girls in front of the TV while he focuses on his youngest baby who won’t stop crying

Felix

His literal worst nightmare when Hanuel gets diagnosed with a chronic illness

His heart breaks as you guys get your babies chronic pain diagnosis, as he prepares himself for many sleepless nights, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

From that day on, he devotes himself to being the one to comfort Hanuel when she’s in pain. He becomes an expert at baby massage, and learns what it is to have a week of sleepless nights.

Seungmin

So capable in this kind of situation

Literally stands rocking you side to side as you panick when your baby Ae-Cha has a coughing fit.

Stays calm, before scooping up his older twin daughter and gently patting her back

Jeongin

It was the shock of this man’s life when you had such a scary birth with your last son. With the last four births going so smoothly, he didn’t know what to do when the last one went so horribly wrong

He was unprepared for the implications on the health of his son and on you. Had to juggle taking care of his scarily injured wife and his sick baby as well as his four other children

Truth be told, this was the biggest challenge he ever had to face, but he carried on like a champ, continuing say in and day out to care for you both round the clock while his hyungs helped to take care of your guys other babies.

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tasteracha · 2 years

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no air

word count: <2k

warnings: afab!reader, slight orgasm denial, soft dom!minho, sub!reader, minor choking, minor breathplay, hair pulling, minor degradation, a bit of manhandling, reader is called kitten and baby girl, unprotected sex (use a condom, folks), teasing - smut, MINORS DNI

synopsis: you come home to minho gifting you a corset. of course you have to put it to good use.

“i got you something,” is the first thing you hear when you walk through the door of your shared apartment, ready to change into pajamas and curl up against your partner for the night. you place your bag down before turning towards him, an eyebrow quirked, but his face doesn’t betray anything beyond the excited mirth in his eyes.

he’s sitting on the couch, making the perfect picture of relaxation, body slumped and legs spread. a white box tied shut with a glittery ribbon lays on the coffee table in front of him, and the slight shake of his hand when he gestures towards it shows what he’s trying to hide. he’s nervous.

you approach the box timidly, gently pulling apart the ribbon and pulling the lid off. when you push back the thin tissue paper on the inside, you have a let out a gasp as your heart skips a beat. a black corset is placed there, lacy and ribbed, with shiny black ribbons on the front and back criss-crossing with the strings hanging off the end.

“baby,” you breathe out, running a fingertip over the ribbing. “for me?”

“no, for me,” he snarks, smiling fondly at you. “of course, for you. i saw you looking at them the other day on the computer so. i got it. do you like it?”

“maybe i was looking for you, i think you would look sexy in this,” you tease, matching his crinkly eyed smile with your own and softening your voice. “i love it, min.”

“we don’t have to use it today. i just wanted to give it to you as soon as it arrived.” he says, edges of anxiety peeling back to reveal satisfied contentment at your reaction.

“good, because tonight i want to cuddle you until your limbs fall asleep.”

“oh baby, you have such a way with words.”

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it takes two weeks for you to finally put it on, wiggling your body into the material and clumsily tying the strings in the back. you leave the ones in the front untied, tightened with no knot - he’d want to do that part himself, you’re sure.

you’ve chosen a day where you know he’ll come home with the desire to relieve some stress. he’s at a meeting with some higher ups, ones you know he doesn’t get along with, and your entire body shivers in anticipation as you think of the way his jaw is probably tightening in anger right now on his drive home. you’ll be the perfect release for him today, you’re sure of it.

you forgo bottoms for just a simple pair of black cotton underwear, knowing that he won’t pay attention to anything other than the mesh and lace that’s melting into your skin. you do put on a simple black choker with a metal “M” hanging off of it, a gift he got you for christmas last year that you treasure and only bring out on special occasions.

this seemed like a special enough occasion to you.

your heart races when you hear his keys jangling against the front door, and you run to the door, struggling to stand in a position that didn’t look like a pose.

“baby, you wouldn’t believe the day i’ve had-“ he starts, the complaint on his lips dying as he takes you in, takes in what you’re wearing, just for him. his jaw drops a bit as he kicks the door shut, dropping the keys to the floor instead of hanging them up in his usual near manner. “well, what do we have here?” he purrs, stalking towards you with feline eyes. you blush under his intense gaze, body twitching as he approaches you slowly.

“wanted to do something special for you, min,” you say, voice trembling a bit at the edges, insecurities that you never could squash coming up to your throat. does he even like this? sure, he bought it for you, but what if it was a joke?

you let out a gasp as he finally lays his hands on your waist, fingertips digging in slightly as his soft lips press a kiss to your jawbone.

“bedroom, now.” he says, voice hard and commanding, arousal dripping off of it like honey. it’s like a switch flipped in his brain the second he saw you, and that’s exactly what you wanted.

you rush to stand in the middle of your shared bedroom, in front of the bed, knowing that he probably wants you on the mattress on all fours but not wanting to give into him just yet; he loves the chase just as much as the act. you can’t help the anticipation from crawling up your chest, sending waves of arousal through you as you wait for him.

he stalks in a few minutes later, collar of his shirt unbuttoned, showing off his defined collarbone and the column of his neck. he’s taking off his belt, the buckle jingling in the silent room, and for a second you think he might use it to cuff your wrists together before he throws it off to the side.

“and what’s my kitten doing all the way over here?” he purrs, clicking his tongue as he buries his fingers soothingly into your hair before jerking, your head whipping up, giving his access to wrap a hand lightly around your throat. his hand digs the metal of your collar into your skin and for a second you can’t breathe. “you know where your place is.”

he walks you backwards and pushes you roughly, your knees buckling as they hit the edge of the bed and your breath rushing out as your body hits the mattress. he wastes no time stripping himself of his pants and boxers, the clothes pooling on the floor. he leans over, climbing onto the bed on top of you, stalking like a feline who’s caught it’s prey. his fingers dip into the band of your underwear as he finally captures your lips in a heated kiss, all teeth and tongue, messy and delicious.

he slides his hand into your panties, his warm palm sending a fresh wave of arousal throughout your entire body. he plays with you with his fingers, sliding through your folds and digging into your clit perfectly, sparks flying up your spine as you moan into his mouth. he doesn’t bother taking your panties off, his hand moving furiously underneath them, and that makes the heat bubbling up in you even worse.

he breaks the kiss when you start panting, not able to hold back as your orgasm quickly approaches. you hold onto his arm for dear life, rutting up into his hand desperately and making little whines every time he pressed harder.

“min- ah,” you breathe out, the words barely making it past your swollen lips. you’re already delirious and he‘s barely even done anything yet. “min, please.”

“oh, baby girl,” he says, a sick satisfaction burning through your head when you realize that he’s breathless, too. “you wrapped yourself into a nice pretty present for me. let me open you up properly.”

with that, he plunges three fingers into your cunt, your wetness proving more than enough slickness for them to slide in easily. you clench around them as you moan, high and thready, each push and pull of his hand punching an eager sound out of you.

your eyes roll back into your head as the coils in your lower belly tighten, more and more until-

he removes his hand completely, letting you slump back into the mattress, clenching around nothing and choking out a sob.

“my kitten’s been so good, hasn’t she?” he says, voice velvet as he breaths words into your ear. he peels back your underwear in one swift movement, leaving you open and exposed in front of him. “she deserves a reward, hmm?”

“yes, yes, been good,” you babble, not able to lift out of the daze that he’s put you in to be embarrassed about how desperate you’ve become in just a few minutes. “kitten’s been good for you.”

“all for me,” he says, teasing the tip of his cock through your folds, smirk widening when you jump as it catches on your hole, oversensitive from being denied your release. “right, baby? my perfect little kitten, wrapped up tight, all for me.”

you scream as he finally pushes into you, one sure thrust until he’s fully seated inside. he’s filling you up perfectly, like he was made just for you. or you were made just for him, you can’t tell anymore. his hands run up and down the corset, fingers playing with the ribbing as he moves in and out of you shallowly.

“min,” you whine, bottom lip trembling as your legs shake, desperate for him to move, to do something, anything. “more.”

“you want more?” he says, pushing into your hear harshly, punching the air out of your throat as you choke on a sob. you nod, a few stray tears escaping you as he finally sets up a brutal rhythm, his hair matting against his forehead with sweat; he’s just as desperate for you as you are for him.

he slams into you, over and over, the force of his hips moving your body synchronously with his. each thrust sends fireworks sparking up your spine, bursting behind your eyes until you can’t control them from rolling to the back of your head again.

you gather the strings at the front of the corset and clumsily press them to his palm.

“pull,” you breathe out, thoughts not coherent enough to say anything else. his hips stutter in surprise, stopping completely as he slumps a bit into you, breathing hard.

“are you sure?“ he says, kitten eyes wide with curiosity. you nod vigorously, the moment making your head spin, even more when he resumes his movement with a newfound intensity. he wraps each string around his hands, flexing his fists before tugging, sharp and strong. you feel your breath constrict, your lungs lodged up in your throat and your heartbeat loud in your ears. you’ve never done anything like this before, anything past his wandering hand squeezing lightly against your throat, never enough to rob you of your breath. you don’t even realize you’re cumming until it hits you all at once, a crescendo of waves washing over you, leaving you fucked out and dazed with pleasure. he lets go of the strings, your breath rushing back into your lungs as he works you through your orgasm, one hand moving to rub circles into your clit while the other slides along your waist.

his own breath is coming out in short bursts, close to his release, but you’re too overwhelmed to notice when he spills inside of you. you’re dizzy, lightheaded in the best way, barely whining when he pulls out. he presses a few tender kisses to your lips, your forehead, your cheek, but you still make a sad noise at him when he walks away to find a rag to clean you up with.

your breathing is still shallow when comes back, constricted by the ribbing in the corset, and it does nothing to help the lightheadedness you’re feeling. he tugs on the strings with gentle fingers, loosening them and helping you sit up so he could tug it off over your head. he lays you back down, massaging at the indentations the hard edges of the corset left into your skin. you sigh into him, letting him pull you into his arms and pillow your head on his chest.

“you always take such good care of me,” he murmurs, tracing idle patterns into your bare skin. “my pretty girl.”

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mingihttps · 22 days

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turbulent

felix x fem!reader

you and felix broke up years ago, but now felix has the best idea on how to win you back.

wc: >700

warnings: established break up, felix wants to get reader back, mention of idol life and concerts

seeing your ex boyfriend’s face on billboards and hearing his voice on the radio wasn't exactly what you wanted. but you're proud of his success, nonetheless. a part of you wishes that you could've been there for him during this time in his life, be a person he could go to for comfort when he's too stressed. the possibility of that happening ended years ago, though, when you and felix broke up a couple months before his debut. within the years you two have been separated, you thought that you would get over felix. although, as of a couple months ago, the idea of moving on has gotten ten times more difficult.

a couple months ago stray kids had a comeback. you heard bits and pieces of their newly released music playing in stores and on the radio but what really caught your attention was the fact that one of their new songs was a love song. this love song was discussed often on social media, mainly that felix played a big part in writing the lyrics. you're the one who broke up with felix but the idea of him being with someone else hurt. naturally, you decided to listen to the song in full and that was when you realized that the lyrics were about you. felix wrote a love song about you years after breaking up. one thing that most stays didn't pick up on was the passive aggressiveness of the lyrics. it wasn't your average love song, the lyrics expressed hope and pain at the same time. was lee felix possibly still in love with you after all these years, after you broke his heart?

then last week, you got an email from jype. you had never expected to get an email from your ex boyfriend's company asking for permission to use your voice in one of stray kids’ songs. you didn't send back a response until two days later. you had asked what exactly they meant by ‘use your voice’, you weren't an idol or anything so you quickly knew that felix had something to do with this. and you were right, jype had said that they wanted to use audio clips of your voice that a member already has. the only information you got from their second email is that felix saved all of the voice messages you sent him when you were dating. not only that, but the fact that he still listens to them.

you had told the company that it was fine to use your voice in their song. you regret telling them that. it only opened up a new gateway of communication between you and felix. you were about to unknowingly cross a bridge that got torn down years ago.

since then, the song has been released and many fans were speculating who the female voice in the song was. jype has been giving you opportunities to come to the company and meet stray kids, which you always decline. you can't face felix again. that was until the company offered you one free concert ticket. it's one night and you'll be in a crowd with thousands of other people, there's no way he’ll be able to spot you out; so you decide to go to the concert. it was such a stupid idea, of course, they’ll give you vip and you’d be in the front row.

now, in the pit of some random venue, you are face to face with your ex boyfriend who stares at you from the elevated height of the stage. you stare back, giving him the most calculated glare, letting him know that you know everything.

you leave the concert not wanting another thing to do with lee felix or the rest of stray kids. unfortunately, those cards weren't in your favor. since in a couple of days you’ll not only get another email from jype but a text from a number you forgot you still had in your phone; a person who goes by the name lee yongbok.

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strlstlvr · 1 year

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OBSESSED, stray kids finding an old fan tweet abt them ♡

- PART ONE; HYUNG LINE ! of course you were always their biggest fan, too bad they took a deep dive and found out how obsessed you actually were

⋆·˚ ༘ * smau, crack, a wee bit suggestive in changbins🫣

link to part two! maknae line <3

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mykoreanlove · 5 months

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just another day at the dorms - minho version

“Where is she? Where is y/n?” Minho searched the dorms frantically, ravaging everything in his way.

You were about to leave for the night, eager for your first real blind date. Dating was still forbidden, so you had to be sneaky which made the whole thing even hotter.

Your hand was already on the door handle but before you could open it you felt yourself getting yanked to the side. His lips crushed onto yours without a word, forcefully dancing with your tongue. You didn’t need an introduction though; you would have recognized Minho in every universe.

His hands travelled down your body, kneading, and groping his favorite parts. He lifted you up and walked both of you towards his room – not breaking the kiss even once. You felt yourself falling on his big bed, he was attached to you like glue.

“Don’t leave me y/n, please. Don’t ever leave me.”

Minho thrusted onto you, showing you exactly just how much he needed you. Your clothes were gone seconds after and you found yourself on top of him, taking him all in as you circled your hips around his dick.

“Mmhmm, my kitty cat is doing such a good job”, he hummed in pleasure.

He was right, you did a very good job – at fucking a taken man.

You threw your head back, intensifying the rhythm of your circles as he sucked on your perky tits forcefully. “Fuck, kitty, this is gonna bruise tomorrow”, he smirked.

You slung your arms around him and whispered in his ear: “This is the last time, Min. I’m ditching my date for you and you better-“, your speech got cut off by your moans, as he was thrusting from underneath you, hitting all the right spots.

“You were saying?”, he retorted. You grabbed his full hair and pulled his head back; you had him looking up to you now. “Don’t play with me, Min. I mean it.”

Before you could even blink, he spun you around, making you lay on your belly as he was thrusting into you from behind. His sweaty body lay on yours, his heaviness pushing you into the soft mattress. You felt his hot breath on your ear as he whispered: “But I like playing with you the most, kitty.”

Minho raised his upper body and started leaving kisses all over your backside – starting from the neck and working his way down to your ass. “God, you are perfect, y/n”, he hummed in appreciation. Minho spanked your ass before thrusting the hardest, making you see stars for a minute. He emptied himself inside of you and collapsed on your back.

“Sorry about your date.”

You sighed into the fluffy cushions. “What about your girlfriend, Min? Are you even sorry for her?” He nodded his head, still buried in your neck. “I am. But I can’t help it. She is not-“, he paused.

“What? Giving you attention? Fucking you properly? Caring about you?”

Minho got off of you and rolled on his side. He caressed your face with the palm of his hand, he was in total agony of your beauty. “She’s not seeing me for who I am. To her I am Minho, the idol, the perfect guy. I am up on a pedestal in her mind. She really has no idea who I am. Who I really am.”

You frowned at his explanation. Ever since you met him you were very well aware of his flaws – he had anger issues, he rarely flossed, he could be too cold at times, he loved cats more than humans, he left his damp towels all around the dorms and got impatient when you messed up his choreographies.

How peculiar to think that he, or anybody really, would be perfect.

“But you, y/n”, he inhaled deeply, “you are different.” His fingers brushed your lips, making him inhale in anticipation. “Different how?” He got up and towered over you, his body only inches away from yours. The silver chain around his neck fell right in between your cleavage, making you squirm at the coldness of the metal.

“You”, he kissed your swollen lips,

“see”, another one on your left cheek,

“me”, followed by a kiss on the right cheek,

“for”, a kiss on the nose,

“who”, followed by a kiss on your temple.

“You are”, you whispered in realization. He smirked and crushed his lips onto yours again, for the second but not last time that night.

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you ruined my shirt, spidey!han jisung ͏──͏ ͏ ͏ nomniki’s 1k event ͏ ͏, ͏( ͏ @anon )

🖇️ wc 1.3k warnings nothing just being ynji silly note 1.3 seems to be my lucky number all my recent written works have been 1.3k words

There was a palpable silence in the room as Jisung processed your words, and you watched in real time as his eyebrows furrowed in obvious confusion. Your room was dimly lit, flooded with the early evening light that painted your room a warm orange, like the sunlight was passing through a film of solid amber. His figure was backlit, and you found yourself squinting to make out the expression on his face.

“I’m Spiderman.”

Jisung repeated slowly, the words hanging in the air as he waited for a reaction different to the one you’d given him seconds before— disbelief. You rolled your eyes,

“No, you’re not.”

You scoffed, though the noise was hushed to keep from alerting your parents of the wholly unexpected visitor stood a few paces from your now open window.

“Yes, I am. Why don’t you believe me?”

He seemed almost offended, and you stared at him blankly, hoping that a few moments of contemplative silence would prompt him into giving up on his attempt to fool you. You’d barely been dating for more than a few weeks, and preceding the conversation taking place in your room, you’d been confident you were well versed in most of Jisung’s quirks. He’d only ever hold your hand if he was walking on the left, he liked his coffee with more vanilla syrup than coffee, he took texting you when the time was an angel number very seriously— none of the various things you had learnt about him included his status as a superhero.

In response to your silence, Jisung huffed impatiently and crossed his arm over his chest, though you’d draw the line if he started tapping his foot or checking the time on an imaginary watch.

“Well?”

He prompted, narrowing his eyes at you in some unspoken accusation of betrayal, and you sighed softly, “well, I don’t believe you because that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is,” he insisted, his bottom lip jutting out a little and you couldn’t help but be a little distracted, “seriously, why don’t you believe me?”

You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him through your lashes— Jisung was late to dates because he had terrible time management, and the cuts and bruises that littered his tan skin were the consequences of clumsiness, not crime fighting. You knew that, didn’t you?

“If it’s true, then prove it.”

“Why do I have to prove it? We’re dating, you should trust me.”

You fixed him with a deadpan stare, “if it was true, you wouldn’t have any problem proving it, but you do, so it’s not.”

Jisung groaned dramatically, throwing his head back in an exaggerated show of exasperation, his lips pursed in clear frustration. Confusion fluttered across your face, there had been many jokes of his you hadn’t played along with before— tiktok pranks, lies to save face in front of his friends— but he’d never seen so visibly affected by your lack of cooperation.

“I know you’re not Spiderman, Ji,” you murmured softly in a tone that was slow and thoughtful, tilting your chin up to make eye contact with him.

“Yeah? How?”

He grumbled, and it took a harsh pinch to your own skin to swallow down the giggles in your throat as you kept your eyes on his, his dark hair glowing auburn in the suns dying light.

“Because I’m Spiderman— phew, phew.”

A smile broke out on your lips, your ring and middle fingers pressed flat against your palm to mimic Spiderman’s signature pose as he swung through the city, and you couldn’t help that your sound effects were interrupted by soft laughter. Jisung was shaking his head, his bottom lip trapped beneath his teeth.

“Nuh uh, it’s more like this.”

There was a quiet thwip and before you could process what was happening, your body was jerked forward like a puppet on unsteady strings, and you were pulled right into Jisung’s waiting arms. The sound that had escaped you— something between a yelp and a squeal, that was inarguably embarrassing— was one you would forever deny making. Instinctually, you pressed a hand to your heart just to feel it hammer beneath your palm, but paused with a grimace as your hand met something sticky. A… web?

“Ji,” you breathed out, pulling your hand away hesitantly and watching unblinking as the shirt your hand was stuck to followed the movement of your hand, “what the fuck.”

As if the tension had been broken by your words, Jisung let out a howl of a laugh, gleeful and giddy, and there was something akin to static buzzing in your ears. He couldn’t be serious, he couldn’t be, but you weren’t stupid enough to deny evidence that was quite literally stuck to you.

“Told you, I told you so— you believe me now, don’tcha?”

He practically sang, shuffling excitedly where he was standing, his eyes flickering between the web hanging limply between your bodies and where your hand was stuck to it, and your shirt. His eyes glittered, and your lashes fluttered as you blinked slowly, attempting to process what Jisung had told you. He was Spiderman. He was Spiderman. You opened your mouth to speak, and shut it again, aware you probably looked like a goldfish.

“You,” you started, but nothing followed except furrowed brows and wide eyes, “you.”

“Me.”

He chuckled, and he wound his arms around your waist casually as anything, looking stupidly pleased with himself.

“You ruined my shirt.”

“You could always take it off,” he hummed with a little shrug, and you pushed him halfheartedly, focusing your attention back onto the webbing stuck to your shirt.

“How do you get this shit off?”

“Blah blah blah, don’t worry about that, it’ll dissolve by itself— this is the part where you tell me how cool I am, and how you can’t believe you’re dating the Spiderman.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, just taking in his features again— it was strange to think the pretty features you’d been admiring in class for weeks was the same one hidden beneath a mask, caught up in newsreels every day saving the city. You squished his cheeks, turning his face to either side with a thoughtful him, and Jisung let you do it without complaint.

“I can’t believe it, d’you know how crazy this is?”

Jisung laughed softly, his hands skating up your sides and settling against your neck, his thumbs fitting perfectly into the divot of your jaw. He tilted your head up to look at him properly, his smile softer now, exuding something reassuring without a spoken word necessary.

“Yeah, trust me, I know,” his voice was quieter, unfairly gentle, “it’s just, something I wanted to share with you, y’know?”

You nodded and offered him a smile, one that was simple at face value and didn’t betray the barrage of thoughts you were facing. Jisung’s thumbs brushed over your cheeks, his eyes never leaving yours and he made it hard to feel anything but relaxed, even after such a shocking revelation.

“Thank you for trusting me with this, then.”

You murmured softly, your arms dropping from his cheeks to his broad shoulders so you could pull him into a hug. He went willingly, tucking his face against the crook of your neck with a satisfied sigh that fanned warmly across the sliver of exposed skin not hidden by your hoodie.

“I’d trust you with anything.”

“Careful, Ji, I might start to think you like me.”

His shoulders shook with the laughter that was muffled against your shoulder, and he tucked you against his chest, uncaring of the webbing that was now stuck to both of you.

“‘s exactly the impression I wanna give you.”

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