warnings: afab reader, foursome, winter olympics hockey player au, d/s dynamics, pet names (puck bunny/bun, baby), dirty talk, oral (f/m receiving), deep throating, face sitting, fingering, finger sucking, cum swallowing, manhandling, spitroasting, (wc: 1.7k)
set in the on the edge winter olympics universe, but obviously a standalone fic because all this is, is absolutely rotten lol
“Why do you even like hockey?”
“You don’t like seeing buff grown men brawl it out?”
At least, this is the answer you give whenever anyone asks you why you’ve followed the South Korean national team all the way to the Winter Olympics in Sweden.
The real answer is far more obtuse, though who could really blame you?
When the captain sees you, he recognises you instantly, his face lighting up at the sign you’re holding, written in English, specifically for him: “I want to Bang Chan! ♡” He turns to tug at the centerman, Han Jisung, who snaps his head towards you, smiling just as wide and winking.
Your heart skips clumsily, in return blowing a kiss off of your fingertips for them that #1, Seo Changbin, intercepts, tucking it against his heart. Smiling, he sends you a kiss back, tapping his hockey helmet.
They scoop you from the stands after the game, coming off of a rough 5-4 win they barely squeaked in during overtime. All you’re good for is stress relief, but that’s exactly how you like your hockey players, anyways. “Our dumb, cock hungry puck bunny,” there’s fondness in Chan’s voice, especially as he pushes you down to kneeling on the tiled locker room floor.
You should be embarrassed over how roughly they treat you, being moved into place. Changbin picked you straight up once you were securely in the backrooms with them, arm wrapped around the crook of your knees, all but thrown you into the locker room. Your clothes are casualties on the floor, pulled piece by piece off of you by other hands as Changbin kisses you.
It makes you feel small, insignificant, but more importantly, so turned on you can’t think of anything but opening your mouth for Chan.
He grips your chin, pushing it in Jisung’s direction. “Oh, sick, open up wide, baby,” the younger man laughs, tugging his pants down, watching Chan squeeze the sides of your mouth open for him. Encouragingly, Jisung nudges the head of his cock against your lips, gasping at the sensation of your tongue, before rocking his hips, without much warning bottoming out into you.
Choking out a ragged groan, not expecting you to take his entire length so wholly, completely, he’s clearly impressed, judging by the next noise he makes. Your hands brace against his hips, push him further against you, your throat swallowing around him as you start seeing stars. Nose to his pubic bone, you don’t even really have space to breathe, letting him slide all the way out before he does it all over again.
It’s not an entirely comfortable position to be in, understatement of the century, but you’re glad for the attention, Jisung threading his hands through your hair. Another set of hands—not Chan’s, whose hands you are most familiar with, calloused and clever—slides their way up the small of your back.
Jisung jackhammers away, the spit and precum making the slide into your throat too easy. Every time he snaps his hips back, you struggle a breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Even the exertion of keeping your eyes open is too much, letting him get the relief he needs through fucking you.
Cock still in your mouth, you attempt a whimper that doesn’t get past how far he’s stuffed himself down your throat, constricting. This proves too much for him, and he comes unsteadily, spilling across your lips as he pulls out with a wet noise, his eyes shut. “Give a guy a warning when you do that, yeah, bunny?”
Mutely, you can only nod, jaw sore, allowing him to clean up the spittle and cum that had missed your mouth entirely, though clean up might not be the word you’d use for it. He takes special pleasure in smearing it with his thumb, tucking it back into your mouth for you to suck.
“What a pretty picture. Can you show it to us before you swallow?”
With how much you had been monopolised from the beginning, part of you had forgotten that there were three players to take care of. Changbin is pumping his cock greedily at the sight of you, mouth opening, tongue out to do as you’re told.
You make a show of swallowing for Changbin, slow, eyes closed, savouring.
“Fuck,” he curses, sucks air between his teeth as you’re hauled onto your hands and knees, exposed, vulnerable and waiting. “I don’t even know where I want to start with you.”
There are too many conversations directed at you for you to follow, and you feel lost, between Changbin’s cock in front of you, the suddenness of which Jisung grabs your face for a kiss, and the light touches pianoing from your shoulder to the curve of your spine.
Chan, still mostly clothed in the form fitting base layer that accentuates his muscles, touches you sweetly. He’s always so careful in that regard, as he kneels by your side, voice low and soothing, “You want me to get you ready for Bin’s cock?“
A brief respite, Jisung peels himself from you, attaching his mouth to your neck just for a split second, leaving his mark with a firm bite. It’s no less distracting, whiplash as you’re trying to figure out who to answer first, who to look at. He helps you along by turning you towards Chan, tilting your face up and away.
The way Chan wets his lips, you know it can only mean one thing. Parting your legs for him, he bites down on his bottom lip, sucking slightly. Seeing Chan like this makes your stomach flutter, drop all the way into the throbbing between your legs. “Take that as a yes, then?“
Your body suddenly feels like deadweight as he gives your ass a light smack, admiration for you not stopping there, fingers gathering the wetness at your slit. Mewling, you try to back yourself closer to him, to his fingers, the possibility of his mouth, finding yourself being held still as hands go around your neck.
The grip is loose, Changbin’s hands fisting your hair at your nape, just enough to hold you the way he wants to. “Don’t forget about me, bunny,” his tone of voice implies that he’s upset, the pout of his lips pursed, and you nod enthusiastically, hand curling around his dick.
It’s dripping with precum, the weight of it solid, your mouth watering in response. You begin to move your hand, jerking up and down unevenly. Despite the ache already in your jaw from earlier, you’re straining towards him, whining for it. “You’re so eager for someone who forgot all about me. Not yet. Just want to feel your pretty little hand on my big cock right now. What about Jisung, bun?”
Just the mere mention of the last member, who’s just watching the events transpire, has you turning your head to look for him. Right here, he kisses against your shoulder to say, pleased as punch to have had you first, perfectly willing to just rub aimless circles on your body.
From beneath you, you hear Chan rumble, laughing, “You really can’t do more than one thing as once, can you, bunny? Already so dumb just from a little bit of touching.” He’s somehow slipped himself, lying down, easing your legs open further before he grabs and forces you to sitting onto his face.
The stimuli courses through your body, how immediate he knows where you tick. He swirls his tongue experimentally, probing before finding your clit.
All this touching had been very nice, of course, Jisung’s cock all you needed with your mind full of hunger, but nothing compares to the feeling of being taken care of when you’re meant to take care of them.
His fingers squeeze hard into the flesh of your sides, keeping you open, the pressure of it ensuring bruising. While you couldn’t see him, you could feel him just plenty, lapping quickly, doing just as he said he would.
Rolling your palm across the head of Changbin’s cock, he shudders against you, and you’re dying to taste him, lips parted in a daze. In tandem with Chan’s tongue, you’re feverishly close, a product of being manhandled, of being wanted.
Suddenly, you feel the addition of two fingers, crowding against Chan’s tongue, and a kiss at the swell of your hip, a laugh. Dropping your head, you squirm as Jisung curls his fingers inside you. “He’s not getting the right spot, is he, baby?”
Choking out broken syllables that sound halfway between yes andplease, your back arches, pushing your cunt harder against Chan’s mouth, Jisung’s fingertips onto the right spot inside you. Your hand’s stalled, prompting Changbin to thrust himself against your cheek, leaking precum.
“Feeling good?” The tilt of your head backwards is all the answer he needs. “Don’t be selfish, bun. Look at how hard I am for you.” The words nearly fly over your head as Jisung scissors you open, fingers reaching deeper than Chan’s tongue ever could. Between the lascivious licks and the slow, methodical way you’re being pried apart, you almost feel like the orgasm is forced onto you, legs seizing around Chan’s cheeks.
He doesn’t stop his tongue, not until you’re shaking, whining loud and Changbin takes the opportunity to silence you, your mouth barely stretching around the girth of him.
Jisung’s fingers continue to thrust in and out of you, enjoying the feeling of your walls clenching around him, cresting already into another orgasm when Chan flattens his tongue against your clit. The pressure mounts deliciously, burning on close to overstimulation, but you only want more.
“Still so tight,“ Jisung hisses, mouth tracing your waist, interspersing open mouthed kisses with sloppy biting. When he pulls his fingers out of you, and Chan pushes you off of him, you feel as though all the bones were taken out of you, jello.
The arrangement changes again, and you’re grabbed, pulled, in three different directions, seated now on top of Chan’s lap. He holds your legs open, on display for the other two. “I don’t think you’re ready for Bin yet, are you? Even after all the work we’ve put into you.”
As the only one who hadn’t gotten any attention from you, he slides his cock against the slick of your pussy, wet and ready. “Guess I’ll have to fuck you open first, right?”
Shameless, as if you even ever had shame to begin with, you grind yourself down against him, and he laughs. “In due time. We’ll fill you up, fuck you full.”
“Fuck,” You groaned, eyes looking Felixup and down, watching as the boys’ chest heaved up and down, thick, white droplets dripping down it, his eyes half-closed and his tongue practically hanging out “You’re so fucking pretty,”
Felix whined softly, bucking up slightly when you placed your hand on his thigh, squeezing it lightly. You chuckled, amused by the boy’s desperation, your other hand finding it’s way to Felix’s chin, and, gripping it softly, you made Felix look up to you, his eyes wide.
“Mommy’s own little angel,” You sighed, smiling softly, and the boy beneath you couldn’t help the red rising to his cheeks
“M-mommy-” He breathed, but didn’t continue
“What is it, beautiful?” You asked, and Felix’s pouted softly “Come on baby, tell mommy what her pretty kitty wants,”
“P-please-” He started again “Please make me cum again, mommy,”
You breathed out another laugh.
“Tell me something first,”
Felix looked to you, lips parted, and you stayed silent for a second longer, admiring the freckles spotted around his cheeks, his cupid’s bow even more present with his swollen lips, eyes shining with the beginning of pleasure-induced tears, and so much more, all of his features breath-taking.
“I want you to tell me how pretty you are,”
You watched as Felix’s eyes widened, the red on his cheeks becoming a furious scarlet.
“I-I-” He stuttered after a moment of processing, knowing that if he protested then he’d be scolded “I’m…mommy’s pretty boy-”
You hummed slightly, knowing that you weren’t gonna get anything else out of Felix, no matter how much he wanted you to make him feel good.
“Good boy,” You soothed, running your hand previously on his chin through his hair, your free hand moving up to his cock, taking a soft hold of it
He moaned, visibly tensing
“You’re so fucking perfect,” You growled, and Felix nodded
Kinktober Day 24 - double penetration x Jisung + Changbin (f!reader)
[23:09]
Jisungshivered, eyes squeezing shut as he felt your hands caress his thighs, his ass in the air fully on display for you, along with Changbingripping Jisung’s hair, holding Jisung in place just out of reach of the older boy’s cock.
“You want it, Ji?” You asked, your tone devilish, prodding against his ass with the strap you were wearing, and the boy beneath you whined, his back arching
“Yes- please mommy please put your cock inside me- I need it so fucking bad,”
“Yeah? What about Binnie’s cock?” You raised a brow, making eye contact with the boy across from you, who’s blush somehow deepened, grip unconsciously tightening on the boy in front of him
Jisung looked to Changbin, eyes wide and lips in a prominent pout.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Changbin grunted softly, eyes averting themselves “I want it too,”
You chuckled
“You have no control, baby,” You muttered smoothly before, all at once, you pushed yourself into Jisung
Jisung whined, eye squeezing shut. You leaned forward, hand going to the back of the boy’s head and pushing Jisung forward, onto Changbin’s cock. The older boy breathed out a shaky breath as Jisung’s lips automatically wrapped around him, head beginning to move up and down without hesitation, with Changbin’s hand still on the back of Jisung’s head doing little to control Jisung at all.
“So cute,” You said, beginning to move, and Jisung whined again, the probable smile in his voice so obvious despite his mouth being full “Both of you are too pretty,”
Kinktober Day 21 - dacryphilia x Hyunjin (gn!reader)
[01:28]
“F-fu-”Hyunjingasped, hips shaking as your fingers ghosted over his dripping, bright red cock
“There something wrong, pretty?” You asked, cocking your head
“Please-” He started, voice shaking and lips trembling “Please touch me I-”
“Baby, it hasn’t even been an hour yet,” You smiled, a single finger trailing along his inner thigh, going ever-so-close to where Hyunjin wanted you most right now “You don’t seem like you’re in that much pain? I think after this we can go for another hour, hm?”
“Fuck-” He sobbed, voice cracking, and he squeezed his eyes shut, a tear leaving either eye as he did
You licked your lips, brows furrowing softly.
“What’s your colour, baby?”
Hyunjin blushed, wet eyes opening again only to immediately avert themselves from you.
“G-green-” He managed, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down rapidly
“Why so hesitant?” You asked, smile returning even more devilish than before “Is my baby boy embarrassed?”
Hyunjin didn’t reply
“What are you embarrassed about, pretty?” You continued, leaning forward, both of your hand going to his abdomen and running along it, eliciting a shiver
“I-” Hyunjin started, eyes still looking anywhere but you, and face getting redder by the second, knowing you weren’t gonna be giving up the question any time soon “It’s embarrassing…how much your torturing turns me on-”
“It turns you on so much that you’re ashamed to admit it?” You raised a brow “What a dirty pain slut you are,”
The boy whined, bucking his hips upwards. You bit your lip before harshly, finally, wrapping your hand around Hyunjin’s cock, and giving it a quick pump before taking your hand away again. A guttural moan left the boy’s throat, his hips rising off the bed, trying to follow your hand, and once again, you saw tears leave his eyes, and a choked sob leave his lips.
“Please- fuck-” He whimpered, cock twitching
“I thought you liked it when I tortured you?”
He let out another sob, tears beginning to flow freely down his cheeks now. You paused a moment.
“You sure you’re green, pretty?” You whispered softly
Hyunjin didn’t look at you, but he nodded immediately.
“Hm…you really are a dirty little bitch,”
Hyunjin whined, cock twitching again at your words.
“Please…”
“Let’s see how many more tears I can get out of you after I make you cum until you can’t anymore,” You cooed, softly taking his cock into your hand, and Hyunjin moaned, unable to believe the affect you had on him
Kinktober Day 20 - orgasm denial x Felix (f!reader)
[00:18]
“I-I’m gonna-” Felixgasped, hips stuttering upwards into your hand around his cock as you thrusted into him with a strap
You suddenly came to a stop, pausing all your actions, and there was a split second of processing before a long, loud, and probably completely involuntary whine erupted from Felix’s throat. You licked your lips, smirking as you watched the boy’s eyes squeeze shut.
“M-mommy-” The boy started, opening his eyes to reveal tears building up in them
You cooed softly
“How cute…” You whispered, leaning forward and cupping his cheeks in your hand, purposely smearing Felix’s pre-cum- that was on your dominant hand- around his face
Felix’s mouth was hung open, panting, and as he opened it a bit more to talk, you started moving your hips again, resulting in a low whimper. Bringing your hand back down, you started to pump him as well, quickly reverting to the fast pace you were at before.
Felix’s noises quickly started up again, this time with the occasional sob crossed with both pain and pleasure, but he didn’t complain about anything. It was maybe two more minutes of Felix’s whining, moaning, and whimpering until his hips began to buck up sporadically, chest heaving up and down.
“P-please-” He sobbed, eyes now puffy, but he wasn’t yet crying “Please let me cum mommy- I- I can’t-”
“But you look so fucking pretty all desperate and whiny like this,” You said, tutting afterwards, and Felix whimpered
The boy didn’t say anything more- whether it was because he couldn’t, or because he was embarrassed by the praise, you couldn’t tell- he only bit his lip so hard you thought it could bleed when, once again, you slowed down, halting completely after a couple seconds.
Finally, tears started dripping down the sides of his face, pathetic whimpers continually leaving his trembling lips.
“Oh baby,” You soothed, bringing your relatively clean hand to wipe his tears “You’re such a good boy for me, kitty,”
“It-” He choked out “It hurts, mommy,”
“Mommy’ll fix it, pretty,” You smiled “You deserve such a big reward, don’t you?”
Felix managed to stutter out a ‘thank you’, as you started moving, and you smiled, somehow managing to both embarrass Felix even further and make his chest even warmer with the proud look in your eyes.
“Mommy…”Minhowhined, an obviously exaggerated pout adorning his lips as he pushed your phone out of your face, replacing it with himself, straddling you
“Yes?” You looked to him, raising a brow
“I’ve been really good lately, you know,” He said, meeting your gaze with wide eyes
You snorted condescendingly before putting your phone on the bedside table and looking back to your boyfriend, who looked like he was- or was at least trying to be- serious.
“Baby,” You chuckled “What kind of ‘good boy’ so shamelessly asks for a reward?”
“I didn’t ask for a reward,” He shrugged
“Well it’s obvious you want something. What is it?”
“Choke me,” He said, eyes darkening and a smirk finding it’s way onto his face
You blinked, before leaning to the side and grabbing your phone again. Minho whined, and took the phone from your grasp, placing it behind him. You sighed, rolling your eyes shortly as Minho fussed on top of you.
You met eyes with you boyfriend once again.
“Beg me,”
Minho huffed, but nonetheless, he opened his mouth.
“Please choke me mommy,” He said, voice child-like, but that didn’t stop him from begging with the most sinful things that first popped into his mind “Want your hands wrapped around my dumb little throat so bad- want you to choke me like the fucking slut I am, mommy,”
“Jesus christ you’re such a desperate whore,” You muttered, and without saying another word, lifted your arms up to wrap them around Minho’s throat, immediately pressing your two thumbs into the front of his neck, quite hard as well, giving the boy no time to brace himself. Minho gasped, letting out a soft, choked moan.
“At least this shuts you up,” You smirked
“M-more-” Minho said meekly
Your smile dropped, and you let go of him. Minho’s eyes widened and he immediately went to grab your wrists.
“Please-!”
“I was already going hard enough,” You said, placing your hands on his thighs and pulling him closer to you- Minho knew you were scolding him, and your tone was harsh, but the glint in your eyes suggested that in the moment, he worried you “Maybe if you had more concern for your own wellbeing when I’m doing things like that to you-”
“I’m sorry,” Minho said, hands pawing at your shoulders “Please- I- I know my boundaries- please keep going mommy I promise I’ll tell you if I really can’t breathe,”
You regarded him for a moment
“Lie down,” You said, and he immediately got off of you, going to lay flat on his back
You climbed in top of the boy, hands once again, going to his neck and wrapping around it, but this time, you started off lightly.
“You’re such a trouble-maker,” You growled
“Mm- yeah- hah-” Minho started “but it turns you on, doesn’t it?”
You rolled your eyes, beginning to press harder.
“Guess not even choking can make that dumb mouth of yours stop,” You muttered, making sure Minho kept eye contact with you as you spoke “Maybe next time we should try a gag,”
Kinktober Day 16 - face fucking x Bang Chan (m!reader)
[20:49]
You looked up from your phone as you heard the front door open and close, and saw Chanwalk into the room, head in one of his hands while rubbing his eyes with the other.
“Hey baby boy,” You smiled, and opened your arms, expecting him to fall into them
“Daddy…” Chan said, his voice groggy and eyes tired “Fuck…just use me,”
You blinked, trying to process Chan’s words as the boy dropped his bag on the couch, sitting on his knees in front of you, eyes basically closed and head going to rest on your thigh.
“Baby…” You said, chuckling slightly, dropping your arms and going to cup his cheeks in your hands “What’d you just say?”
“Please…” Chan whispered, rubbing his nose into you “I’m so stressed I-…I need to feel like I’m not in control, and- and that nothing depends on me and-”
You shushed him quietly, putting on a soft smile.
“Do you remember your safe-word?”
Chan nodded.
Your smile dropped, and your face suddenly darkened.
“Sit against the wall. Now,” You practically growled
“Huh-?”
“Are you questioning me?”
Eyes widening, Chan jumped up, going against the nearest wall and sitting down, his back flat against it and his legs crossed. You followed, getting up and walking towards your boyfriend, unbuckling your belt as you went. As you stood in front of Chan, his face level with your crotch, you let your pants and boxers fall before slowly kicking them behind you.
Chan audibly gulped.
“Put your arms up,” You said, almost blankly now, but your voice was still stern
He immediately obeyed, putting his arms above his head, whimpering as you wrapped one of your own hands around his wrists, holding them there, before using your free hand to grab your own, almost fully hard cock now, directing into Chan’s slack jaw.
The boy moaned as soon as you went inside him, whining as you moved your once again free hand to the back of his head, grabbing a hold of the tufts of his hair, that weren’t particularly soft- you’d have to force Chan to take a shower afterwards. You held the boy in place as you pulled out, and then roughly thrusted back in. He moaned again, every part of his body except his mouth going slack, letting you hold him up.
“Such a good toy,” you smiled, continuing to thrust into the boy, guttural moans leaving his stuffed mouth, eyes completely glazed over and looking up to you
You continued fucking they boy’s mouth, hand pushing his head forward slightly in time with you, your grip on his wrists not faltering, and Chan’s moans only getting more consistent, making the occasional slurping noise and what almost sounded like sobs.
It was a couple minutes of you simply thrusting into his throat as he sat helplessly, whimpering and moaning, you occasionally groaning out praises or degradations.
“Fuck,” You groaned, head leaning back “You want daddy’s cum, little slut?”
Chan responded by bucking his hips upwards, shutting his eyes briefly before opening them again, and moaning the loudest you’d heard yet.
“Yeah, want my cum all the way down your useless little throat?”
You could tell Chan tried to nod, and you began going faster, before finally, with a couple low grunts, you came, making sure that Chan’s nose was touching your abdomen as you did.
“Good boy,” You muttered softly, pulling out, but Chan leaned forward trying to kiss your tip, a thick mixture of saliva and cum dribbling out of his mouth
He stayed silent for a while as you let go of his arms, and they immediately dropped beside him.
“…thank you,” He muttered, lids heavy
“Anything for my precious angel,” You said, smile reverting back to soft as you bent down to make your own face level with his, your hands going to hold his face, thumbs rubbing across his cheeks “Now, Do you want a shower or…?”
“More than anything,” He replied quickly
You looked down unsurely to Chan’s crotch, the tent in his pants looking almost painful, and so much pre-cum leaking out of it that it had leaked through the fabric.
“I’m so tired…” He muttered, noticing your gaze
“You sure you don’t want me to take care of you just a little bit more?”
The boy hesitated for a moment, eyes casting downwards
Kinktober day 15 - sensory deprivation x Han Jisung (gn!reader)
[00:19]
Jisung whimpered, eyes fluttering shut and arms tugging softly at the ropes that held his limbs to either side of the bed, feeling your hands softly wrap a blindfold around his head, before tying a secure knot to hold it in place.
“Too tight?” You asked, voice low, and Jisung shook his head, face getting redder with every passing second
His breath hitched when he heard you pick up the ball gag on the bedside table, and he opened his mouth, trying to relax his jaw, but as soon as he felt it against his lips, he couldn’t help but tense.
“Are you okay, puppy?” Jisung felt you lean forward, visibly relaxing when your hand cupped his cheek “You don’t want the gag?”
“No!” He said with a rather loud voice “I want it- I just- I’m nervous- but I really want it,”
You hummed slightly, before giving him a light pat on the cheek, and going back to the ball gag, slowly bringing it to his mouth before securing it around his head. You leaned back, taking in the sight of Jisung tied up on the bed, blindfolded, and gagged, looking possibly as helpless as you’d ever seen him.
“You remember your non-verbal safe word?” You asked, and Jisung immediately nodded
Smiling approvingly, even though you knew Jisung couldn’t see you, you looked down to see his cock hard and practically dripping against his abdomen. Slowly, you brought your hand to it, tracing just a single finger along him.
Your boyfriend immediately responded, his hips bucking upwards and a throaty whimper passing through the gag- you could already see drool about to pool and drip at the side of his mouth. You cooed softly, and Jisung tried to whine in return.
Without warning, you suddenly wrapped your entire hand around the boy’s cock, and gave a quick pump. Jisung moaned, and despite it being muffled, it was loud. You smirked, and continued pumping him at an immediately fast pace. Jisung began to struggle against the restraints, head moving around, and the saliva that had been pooling finally dripping down the sides of his chin.
Again, without warning, you stopped, earning a retaliation of muted whines, and the fussing of the boy beneath you. You stayed still for a moment, before getting up from the bed. At first, Jisung calmed down, and he’d stopped complaining, but then you took a step, and another. You were actually just going to the other side of the bed, but the boy immediately began to make noise again, his whining much more desperate than complaintive now.
You decided not to speak, and instead stood still for a while as Jisung’s whines died down, the boy realising now that since he hadn’t heard the door open and that you’d stopped walking, you probably weren’t leaving him.
“You want me to touch you, baby?” You asked, and Jisung nodded fervently
Leaning over him, making sure not to put pressure on the bed so that Jisung couldn’t feel you, you, again, took an almost harsh hold of his cock, causing yet another throaty moan, and you began pumping him.
This time you didn’t stop, and slowly moved onto the bed while continuing your actions, going between Jisung’s legs.
It was only another two minutes or so of pumping, caressing, and taking the occasional pause, before Jisung’s moaning turned into garbled speech that you assumed to be begging, his body movements only getting more sporadic.
“You gonna cum?”
He nodded, whining and whimpering, trying to get out words that he and you both knew you wouldn’t be able to make out.
“Okay baby,” You smiled “Cum for me,”
And a few seconds later, he did, hot white strips spurting out of his cock, hips bucking and muscles tensing, involuntarily tugging on the ropes.
You got off the bed, wiping your partially cum-covered hand on Jisung’s bare thigh before walking to the closet, and pulling out a bottle of lube and a strap, smirking as you looked again upon your boyfriend waiting on the bed, chest heaving up and down, completely unaware of how far from done you were with him.
Seungmin shakily breathed out, trying to control himself as your hands wrapped around his waist from the back, your boyfriend on all fours in front of you, a puppy-ear headband and light blue collar adorned on his otherwise bare body.
“D-daddy-” Seungmin started, letting a whimper escape as he felt your cock prod against his entrance
“What is it, puppy?” You smirked, tightening your grip on his waist, and leaning forward more, beginning to rub yourself against Seungmin
“Please- please-” He continued, whimpering with every word “Please put your cock in me- I need it so bad- want daddy to fill me up with his cum-”
“Yeah?” You asked, and, very slowly, you pushed just the tip inside of Seungmin’s hole
“Yeah- hah- breed me-” He gulped
You licked your lips, smirk only growing before you pushed inside the boy underneath you all at once. Seungmin moaned, and despite him having had immediately buried his face into the sheets to muffle it, you were sure that if anyone else were in the apartment, they’d hear it loud and clear.
“P-please-” He whispered after a couple seconds of heavy breathing
Without replying, you began to move in and out of the boy, grunting lowly every time you went back inside him.
“You’re so fucking tight every time, puppy,” You growled, and began to speed up
Seungmin whined, hips automatically beginning to move back in time with you, but you quickly raised your hand, bringing it down with a harsh spank, and Seungmin moaned again, practically drooling.
Soon enough you were thrusting into the boy at full force, and somewhere along the lines, you’d leaned forward, hand going to the front of his neck and pulling back, choking the boy just enough for it to inhibit his breathing, especially with you fucking him so fast.
“Fuck-” You groaned, closing your eyes briefly
“Daddy- I’m gonna cum-” He moaned
“Gonna cum without your pathetic little cock even being touched?” You smiled, and Seungmin whined before nodding, whispering out a ‘please’ that you couldn’t refuse “Go on puppy, cum for daddy,”
He moaned a ‘thank you’, before, after a couple seconds, he came, spurts of white decorating the sheets beneath him. You didn’t stop, though, and Seungmin’s whines only became louder, but the boy didn’t complain- now that he’d orgasmed, all that was on his mind was you cumming inside him.
“I’m gonna cum,” You grunted again, speed increasing ever so slightly
“Please- please breed me daddy- want your fucking- ah- want your cum so bad,”
“Such a good puppy,” You breathed, trying to control your own breathing, voice uneven from how you were thrusting into Seungmin “Since you said it so nicely, I’ll give it to you,”
It was a couple more moments before you came, moaning throatily and making sure to be as deep inside Seungmin as you could get. Seungmin whined, trying to utter out what you assumed to be a thank you, but he couldn’t quite get the words together.
Slowly, you pulled out, and put your hands on either side of Seungmin’s ass, spreading him slightly as white cum began to drip out of him.
“What a good little pet,” You mused, and smacked him slightly, causing the boy to jolt, and then whine
“Thank you, daddy,” He whimpered, burying his face into the covers once again
Kinktober Day 13 - cum/spit play x Hyunjin (gn!reader)
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“Ngh- fu- uahhh”Hyunjinmoaned, trying to swear, but unable to finish the word with his mouth hung open, a trail of drool leaking down the side of his chin as cum spurted out of his cock, and onto his torso
You bit your lip as you watched his hips buck upwards, his eyes rolled back, Adams apple rapidly bobbing up and down, and chest heaving as he tried to control himself.
“Such a pretty boy” You muttered, tracing a finger along his torso, scooping up a bit of the cum as you went, before stopping at his nipple, and circling your finger around it once.
Hyunjin immediately responded to the simple gesture, moaning throatily, his body twitching.
You lifted up your hand, going back and scooping up more of the cum, with three fingers this time.
“Might as well put that open mouth of your to use,” You smiled, bringing the fingers towards Hyunjin’s swollen lips
He whined at your words, but nevertheless took your fingers without hesitation, immediately beginning to lick and suck them, occasionally taking them out of his mouth and kissing the tips before wrapping his mouth around them again.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” You growled, and opened your palm, looking to the boy expectantly
Hyunjin immediately got the message, and switched to gliding his tongue along your entire hand rather than just your three fingers. His desperation was all too clear in the way his arms were visibly struggling to stay on the bed- as you’d instructed him to do- and the way his cock was now fully hard again, pre-cum building up at the tip.
You took your hand away from his mouth
“Please…” He whimpered
“So, so pretty,” You smiled, bringing your hand down to his cock
Hyunjin’s thighs twitched as you wrapped your saliva-covered hand around him, giving a quick pump
“Aren’t you, baby?”
“Y-yes” He stuttered in return, gulping as he tried to meet your eyes
All alphas get a little crazy when a rut is on the horizon. Instincts immediately push them toward being territorial, possessive, and more than a little bit protective. Chan, however, has always been a little bit more possessive than most, and especially when it comes to you. Not that you’re complaining. Not in the slightest.
A/N: I’ve been sitting on this stupid drabble, partially written, for weeks. It was never quite what I wanted it to be. After a little bit of rewriting, I think I’m finally happy with it. At least enough to let you all see it. XD
Tags: SKZ, SKZ Drabble, Stray Kids, OT8, SKZ!Pack, Poly!SKZ, SKZ!ABO, ABO, Alpha Beta Omega Dynamics, OT8 x you, OT8 x reader, SKZ x you, SKZ xreader, Fluff, Smut, Bang Chan, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Minho, Lee Felix, Yang Jeongin, Han Jisung, Kim Seungmin
Genre: Fluff, Light Smut
Title: Moonmates
“Hey, hyung, do you want to play a game?”
Minho rolls his eyes. “Is it called ‘push Minho until he snaps and murders you’?”
Jisung leans toward him across the kitchen table, chin in his hands, and you recognize the face, the puppy dog eyes, the pout pulling at his full bottom lip.
That’s his ‘make minho do whatever I want’face.
It’s Jisung’s special, and it only ever works if the beta’sthe one wearing it, because trust you, you’ve tried.
Dammit, have you tried.
Minho sighs, and you watch him fold before your very eyes.
“Fine. What do you want?”
Jisung smiles so brightly it’s blinding, and you’re laughing now, watching the two of them together-the overly excited beta, the long suffering alpha-drawing Minho’s glare in your direction.
You hold up your hands. “Hey, I’m not even here. Take your stink eye elsewhere.”
Minho huffs out an annoyed sigh and finally turns back to Jisung, and you note, with slight amusement, that his glare instantly diminishes when it falls back on the waiting beta.
“What’s the game, Jisung.”
It’s not a question, but Jisung doesn’t even waver beneath the alpha’s stare, his grin growing wider and more mischievous by the second.
The kitchen smells like a laundromat.
“It’s a game I just made up actually.”
Minho scoffs, another eye roll. “Figures.”
Jisung crosses his arms and pouts, but it’s not long that he can keep the smile off his lips, bouncing excitedly in his seat as he reaches out and grabs Minho’s hands between his own, playing with his fingers as he talks.
“Okay, no, listen. It’ll be fun.” Jisung sneaks you a knowing sidelong glance, and suddenly you’re worried that this ‘game’ of his is going to come at your expense. He flicks his gaze back to Minho, and suddenly the grin is much closer to a smirk. “Hyung’s rut is coming up soon.”
“It’s literally marked on the calendar.” Minho deadpans, pointing toward the shared calendar that hangs on the kitchen fridge, littered with the pack’s notes and deadlines, where the end of next week is circled in red and marked in bold sloping letters that look an awful like Hyunjin’s- ‘Chan’s rut.’
“Yeah, I know, that’s not the point.” Jisung huffs and Minho rolls his eyes, but shuts up, and Jisung seems pacified, because he continues on, words a hurried mess. “Anyway, we all know how hyung gets around that time.”
You know where this is going, and you don’t like it.
This game is gonna get messy quickly.
“Yeah, a possessive asshole.” Minho states matter of factly, and you think by the slight tick of his jaw that he knows where this is going as well. “Get to the point, Jisung.”
“Anyway-” Jisung overrides him, raising his voice in pitch, glaring down the alpha bravely so he doesn’t interrupt him again. The smirk is back as he glances over at you, sitting silently, observing the conversation. “Hyung gets possessive with everyone, yeah, but it’s the worst with her.”
You decide to play dumb. “Me? I hadn’t noticed.”
You had, in fact, noticed.
Chan’s ruts were intense, to say the least, his head alpha at the forefront, and he was markedly even more possessive if possible with the members of the pack during that time, but that wasn’t uncommon for an alpha dealing with overpowering pheromones.
Whatwasuncommon, was that Chan’s alpha seemed to focus even more on your own during that time.
It was as if his wolf, spurred into overprotective mode, saw you-the lone female-as the weakest link, which you both knew was far from true, but you didn’t mess with a wolf crazed by hormones and instinct, so you let him baby you a bit more, claim you a bit more, shadow you a bit more, and after a week or so, things went back to normal.
Both Jisung and Minho are staring at you now, and you pull yourself back from your thoughts, clearing your throat.
“What does this stupid game have to do with me?”
Jisung turns to you now, angling his body to face you head on, hands clasped in a sort of evil mastermind position before him, matching the smirk that pulls at his full bottom lip.
“The game has everythingto do with you, noona. You’re the prize after all.”
Your wolf snarls at the insinuation but you keep your expression blank as you stare him down, waiting for him to continue.
“We’re all gonna see how far we can push hyung before he snaps.” Jisung announces proudly, sitting back in his chair, as if he has just explained everything in that one sentence.
“That sounds-” You quirk a brow and look to Minho, but his expression is as unreadable as usual. “-dangerous.”
“C’mon.” Jisung whines. “We both know Chan wouldn’t ever actually hurt any of us, and the semester is over and I’m bored. Everyone else already agreed. Don’t be party poopers.”
“Everyone?” Minho asks skeptically, arching a dark brow at the simpering beta.
Jisung sits back up, slapping his palms down on the table, and you hide a smile at the way he tries to pretend he didn’t wince at the violent contact.
“Everyone. Now, c’mon, it’s just all good fun, a way to pass the time.” He turns back to you, eyes wide, but the puppy dog face doesn’t work on you nearly as well as it works on Minho. “We can’t play without you, noona. Please?”
You sigh. “Look, I’m not playing anything. If the rest of you want to risk your lives by getting overly touchy or possessive of me to egg Chan on, then be my guest. The only involvement I’ll give is being passive about the whole thing.”
Jisung takes it as a win, mouthing a quick yes, before he fist pumps and turns to the silent Minho, and you can see, by the way his lip juts, that he’s got his ‘minho please’ face on once again.
Minho sighs. “Fine.”
Jisung crows in triumph and you shoot the other alpha a look that clearly says god, you’re whipped, and the glare Minho returns is nothing short of I’ll kill you in your sleep if you say a single word.
And you don’t doubt he could, so you merely smirk and leave the kitchen without another word.
*****
The game starts when you’re all walking to the corner store that Friday night, it’s close to 1 am and the omegas had begged you all to go with them for late night snacks, and the city lights are sparkling in the darkness, the well trodden pavement from your apartment to the little store warm beneath the soles of your sneakers.
Chan slides his hand into your own, slowing his pace to walk beside you, and you glance over at him in surprise, lips slightly parted, as you ask, “Why are you holding my hand?”
Chan shrugs and gives you a side long grin. “I dunno. Why are you asking?”
You shrug in response and swing your hands together as you walk, glancing up at the crisp stars that are starting to line the inky edges of the sky.
“I dunno. You just usually hold one of the omegas’ hands or something.”
Unless you’re in pre-rut, you want to add, but bite back the words that threaten the tip of your tongue.
“I want to hold your hand.” Chan replies casually, arching a brow at you as you continue to match his pace, step for step. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah, it just surprised me.” You offer him a hint of a smile and catch Jisung’s eye over his shoulder, the beta giving you a smirk and a look that clearly hints at see, I was right, as his eyes dart down to your hand enclosed firmly within Chan’s.
Instantly, he’s bounding over to the two of you and sliding in between you, separating your fingers.
“Hey, can I walk with you guys?”
You shoot Jisung a glare, but he dutifully ignores you, glancing at Chan’s expression before he slides his hands into your own, linking the three of you, successfully putting himself between you and the other alpha.
“Yeah-” Chan says, obviously caught off guard by the beta’s sudden appearance, but not appearing put out by it in the slightest as he reaches up to ruffle Jisung’s hair affectionately. “-though you already kind of invited yourself, Jisungie.”
“I can’t help it.” Jisung complains, shooting you a knowing look, before he pouts up at Chan. “(Y/N) just smells really good right now, wouldn’t you agree, hyung?”
Chan shoots you an amused, slightly confused look over the beta’s head. “I guess?”
You roll your eyes and pick up your pace, pulling them with you toward the others, who have grown farther ahead the longer Jisung has made you loiter.
“Pretty sure that’s just the KBBQ from down the street you’re smelling. C’mon Romeo, stop drooling and let’s go before Changbin gets all the good snacks.”
Jisung smirks at you and you resist the urge to wipe it off his face.
*****
It’s not that Chan’s not affectionate with you on a daily basis-he is-it’s just that the week before his rut, he gets a little more into skinship than usual, and by little more, you mean a lot.
It’s always just little, innocent touches-sliding his hand along the small of your back as he slips past you in the kitchen, brushing his fingers along the skin of your throat when he straightens your jacket, pressing a quick, little bit longer than necessary, kiss against the crown of your head when he leaves for the studio-but the little touches add up, and you’d never admit it, but Chan’s pre-rut is always hell for your wolf.
Every stupid little touch has your wolf whimpering for more, begging for the other alpha not to leave, and every whiff of petrichor has you physically clenching up, biting back the whine that wants to escape from between your teeth, the whine that cleary begs-
Please, please, pleasetake me, head alpha. I’ll go willingly.
So maybe, the game Jisung came up with is a bad idea-a terrible idea even-but in a way, it does give you some sort of twisted relief, because if the other seven are touching you, are all over you even, then that means that Chan isn’t.
So it’s almost a welcome distraction from watching the clock tick down painfully-counting the last few minutes until Chan gets home-when Hyunjin slides into your space on the couch, instantly plastering his body against your side, arms going around your waist.
The air is filled with the sharp scent of lemon, and it’s a relief not to have to smell your own headache-inducing floral for the first time in several days.
Hyunjin noses into you, and you giggle, reaching up to card fingers through his hair as you complain, “Seriously? You too? Chan’s not even home yet.”
Hyunjin gasps, wounded, and pulls back from you-ever the drama queen.
“I can’t believe you would say such a thing, noona. I just like being close to you, that’s all.”
“Mhm.” You hum under your breath skeptically, raising a brow in the omega’s direction, as he offers you a sweet smile.
“That and-” Hyunjin continues, leaning back into your space again and rubbing his cheek all over you, leaving the tang of lemon and honey behind everywhere he touches, sticking to you like a sweet film, and when he looks at you again, there’s a hint of mischief in his dark, wide eyes. “-Hyung’s gonna be home in three, two, one-” The sound of the front door opening has Hyunjin grinning at you triumphantly as you sigh and shoot him a pointedly stern look.
Chan appears in the doorway, backpack thrown over his shoulder, and you note the exhaustion in his eyes before he quickly hides it back away and offers the two of you a hint of a tired smile, nostrils flared slightly as he takes in the room.
Your wolf keens needily at the sight of him.
“Why does it smell so overwhelmingly of Hyunjin in here?”
“Because he’s overwhelming?” You offer innocently, as Hyunjin gasps dramatically in offense once more and Chan grins.
It’s almost enough to keep the tired whines of your wolf at bay.
Almost.
*****
The morning of Chan’s rut, you wake up on edge.
Every one of your nerve endings feels raw and bristling, as if waiting for something to push you just over the edge, everything-scents and sounds and packmates-is all just a little too much.
You feel exhausted, and you can’t even imagine how Chan-the one actuallyin rut-is handling it.
You find yourself staring into your cereal bowl more than eating it, as Jisung and Hyunjin argue over something nonconsequential on the other side of the table from you, and Minho pours more coffee into his already empty mug.
Changbin appears in the doorway to the kitchen, already bundled into his coat, Seungmin at his heels.
“We’re going out.” The other alpha announces, and when Minho shoots them a quizzical look, Changbin grunts beneath his breath, “Chan gets pissy with me when he’s in rut. And I’d rather just avoid that all together this year.”
“Smart move.” Minho toasts him with his coffee cup before taking a long, slow sip.
“Yeah, he really only likes (Y/N) during his rut huh?” Jisung muses with a smug smirk, and you not so subtly flip him off from the other side of the table, a pounding headache already mounting behind your eyes. .
“That’s cause she’s like his soulmate or something.” Jeongin appears then, the youngest omega bright eyed and bushy tailed, as he reaches into the fridge for some orange juice.
Everyone stares at him silently, and he shrugs. “What? Minho-hyung explained it to me.”
“Well duh.” Jisung snorts. “We’re a pack. We’re all each other’s soulmates.”
“Not true.” Seungmin speaks up, stepping around Changbin to enter the kitchen, as he easily steals one of Hyunjin’s bacon slices off his plate, earning him a glare from the older omega. He chews thoughtfully for a moment. “I mean, I guess in a way it’s true? All pack members are usually soulmates in some form or another, but that doesn’t mean there’s not a certain member of each pack that belongs with another more than the others. And it’s called a moonmate, Innie.” The beta corrects gently, ruffling the youngest omega’s hair fondly.
Minho sighs and sits back in his chair. “God, it’s too early for this.”
“It’s 9 am.” Changbin points out helplessly, and Minho shoots him a glare.
“I have a headache.” You add unhelpfully, rubbing at your temples with your fingers.
“Listen, it’s like this.” Seungmin sits down next to Jisung, who still looks confused, and points at Felix, who has just entered the kitchen, hair still tousled from sleep. “Who does Felix need when he’s in heat?”
“An alpha.” Jisung replies immediately, looking proud of himself, as Hyunjin rolls his eyes from beside him.
“Yeah, okay.” Seungmin agrees patiently, as Felix settles himself down behind Hyunjin, chin going into the crook of his neck, arm around his shoulders. “So he needsan alpha, but who does he want?”
Understanding is dawning in Jisung’s eyes now. “Hyunjin.”
Seungmin nods. “Exactly. Because Hyunjin is Felix’s moonmate. Just like (Y/N) is hyung’s moonmate.”
You let your head slump to the table, and the cold formica feels heavenly beneath the heated flush of your skin, and you point halfheartedly in Jisung’s direction without opening your eyes.
“And your moonmate is Minho, because you’re bitch whipped for him.”
Jisung gasps and stutters over his next words and you bet if you looked, he’s gone beet red and is avoiding Minho’s smug, knowing gaze.
“What-no-’that’s not even-hyung!”
He’s whining to Changbin for help, but Changbin is already herding Seungmin out the door once more.
“Sorry, Jisungie, can’t hear you, got to go.”
With your eyes closed and your head on the cool table, the noise of the rest of your mates talking and the clink of spoons in bowls fades to the background, and you’re all too aware, suddenly, of the smell of incoming rain.
Your wolf whines.
Your body is aching, and as the scent of petrichor floods your senses, and the headache behind your eyes becomes a dull roar, you feel like anythingwould be better than this.
Even if that meant losing Jisung’s stupid game.
*****
Minho ends up winning the game in the end.
He does it in an entirely Minho-like way too, all sneaky and deceptive, telling you that he needs to show you something, but really, that’s just bullshit, and now he’s pinning you against Chan’s closed door.
“Minho.” You whine furtively, eyes shifting to glance behind him, wondering how difficult it would be to try and escape.
Probably pretty difficult. Minho is deceptively strong. And quick.
Here, held against the entrance to Chan’s room, the smell of rain is almost too much to bear, and your wolf is going crazy-whining and circling, begging-and it’s getting harder and harder to stop yourself from physically drooling.
“(Y/N).” Minho repeats back mockingly, a slight smirk curving his full upper lip as he holds you in place with a hand on either side of your head.
“You’re playing dirty.” You protest weakly, because Chan’s overwhelming scent is making you dizzy, and your wolf is pacing impatiently. “Let me go.” “No.” Minho denies you easily, shaking his head. “This is for your own good.”
Maybe it’s because you’re physically pliabledue to Chan’s rut strengthened scent, or maybe it’s the fact that the headache you’ve had ever since the start of his rut hasn’t gone away in days, maybe it’s because you’re just straight up exhausted from denying your instincts-but whatever it is, when Minho leans into your space and scentsyou, you straight up moan, and it’s embarrassing.
“That’s a good girl.” Minho murmurs beneath his breath, lips brushing the skin of your throat, and you can feel his smile against your skin, as you reach out without thinking and clench your fingers around his upper arms, tugging him to you desperately.
“Not fair.” You whimper out halfheartedly, as Chan’s scent diminishes a little as you hear the shower turn on somewhere inside the closed off room, and god, it’s maybe the only small consolation you have, that he probably can’t hear the way you’re stupidly weak kneed for Minho in this moment.
Minho pulls back, his pupils wide and dark, swallowing the swirling gold of his irises, and he tilts his head as he studies you curiously, lips still pulled upward into that damn smirk.
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
What do you want? You don’t know.
Because your body, flush with Minho’s, backed against Chan’s door, wants him, wants the alpha in front of you, but there’s a tiny part of your brain that is balking at the idea, a slight swell of nausea building in your stomach at the strong notes of amber clogging the air, and your wolf is snarling, snapping, urging you to find the otheralpha, the one who smells like rain and damp and storm.
God, Minho is so deliciously hot, and the human side of your body desperately wants to pull him into your room and destroy him right here and now, but your wolf is too loud, and your headache is back with a vengeance, pounding in your temples, and everything feels wrong-
Minho looks completely nonplussed, standing in front of you, caging you in, waiting, watchingfor your answer.
You realize too late by the way his eyebrow lifts triumphantly that he has you exactly where he wants you.
“I want-”
Minho takes your chin in his fingers, ghosts his thumb over the outline of your lips. “Say it.”
You’re panting now, and god, is it hot in here, or is it just you?, and the scent of rain is back now, all too strong and all too close, and suddenly, before you can stop yourself, you’re blurting out, “Chan! I want Chan.”
Minho looks vindicated, and you simultaneously want to punch him and have his tongue down your throat all at the same time.
“Good girl.” He praises in a low voice, eyes flicking toward the door at your back, as if he’s expectantly waiting for something.
The door pulls open all too suddenly, and Minho’s arms going around you are the only things that keep you from falling abruptly onto your ass with a high pitched little shriek.
Chan is standing there in all his bronzed glory, towel wrapped low around his hips, hair still damp and curly from the shower, and god, was he always this pretty? How does he look so put together on the second day of his rut?
“What’re you doing?” Chan asks in confusion, eyeing you and Minho, the other alpha’s arms still looped around your waist, and you can’t tell anything by his expression, eyes dark and unreadable.
Mate, your wolf whimpers, wanting to draw toward him, but you stay firmly rooted in place, still staring at him with your mouth slightly open.
Stop. Drooling.
“Nothing.” Minho answers nonchalantly, and if he’s immediately overwhelmed by Chan’s damp smelling hormones like you are, he doesn’t show it, not even flinching in the face of the other male’s rut. “I was just telling (Y/N) that she should check on you.”
Something flashes across Chan’s gaze-hesitation?- and he takes a step back from the two of you, hand still on the doorknob.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea-”
“Why?” Minho questions casually, and the smirk is back, his eyes flicking between you and Chan-the way you stand rooted to the spot, the way Chan is backing away from you like you might explode at any moment. “I think it’s a great idea.”
Chan shakes his head, and he’s breathing through his mouth now, chest rising and falling quickly, as if he’s trying to filter out your scent before it can reach his rut frenzied brain.
You only just now notice the dark smudging beneath his eyes, the tired circles marking the tan skin like fading bruises.
“Minho-”
Chan’s voice is low, almost a growl, a warning to the other alpha.
Minho ignores it completely.
“Okay, well if you don’t want her to check on you, then I guess wecan find something to do-” Minho leans into you, pulling you back against him, eyes still on Chan, as his mouth hovers over your scent gland, tongue darting out to wet his lips, barely brushing your skin and making you shiver.
The headache is a thundering force now.
Minho’s fingers tighten their hold on your wrist, and suddenly, the sound of a low, threatening growl is ripping apart the air between you.
“Don’t, Minho.” Chan warns from between clenched teeth, eyes swirling like molten copper, body tense, teeth bared.
Chan’s head alpha’s appearance makes you shiver and forces your wolf to cower, but Minho looks nothing but triumphantly smug, as he finally releases you and stares down Chan with that infuriating smirk.
“Check mate.”
Chan loops his fingers around your now unoccupied wrist and tugs you into the room behind him, angling his body between you and Minho, as if the other grinning alpha is a threat.
The threatening rumble emanating from his chest has not diminished in the slightest.
“Have fun.” Minho simply says, still grinning ear to ear, before he shoots you a pointed look that says I just won, and shuts the door before Chan can get any more worked up.
Chan’s room smells so overwhelmingly of thunderclouds that it instantly makes you salivate, your knees weakening just enough that you lean against the other alpha.
Chan has other ideas.
His fingers are pinched around your wrist just tight enough that it stings a little, and you can’t help the small whimper that slips past your lips as he pulls you over to the bed, not even throwing you a glance over his shoulder.
You acquiesce easily-your wolf begging pathetically-as Chan pushes you down onto his sheets and looms over you, tossing his leg over your body, knees on either side of your hips, holding you in place with hands pinned above your head.
You’ve never seen his irises so fiery golden before, and your wolf is reacting embarrassingly, rolling over on its back and baring its throat for alpha.
You try to shove it back down with little to no success as his lip curls, revealing the white flash of his teeth, before he leans over and nips at your pulse point, the force behind the action almost making it painful as his sharp canines drag across your skin.
God, it’s hard to think when the whole room smells like an impending storm.
You huff out an amused breath, and when Chan pulls back slightly to look at you, you offer him the hint of a smirk, wiggling your fingers where they’re intertwined with his own, still pinned, immovable, above your head.
“Feeling a little possessive today, are we, puppy?”
Another low growl escapes from between Chan’s lips and your wolf is excited now, turning circles, begging you to push him, to see how far he’ll go.
You cock your head, studying him, the smirk still on your lips.
“Did you not like it when the other alpha touched me, Channie?”
“Don’t tease me.” Chan grates out between clenched teeth, eyes flashing dangerously, and adrenaline spikes through your body at the commanding tone behind his words.
The storm brewing in the air around you rises to almost unbearable levels.
“Why not?” You question innocently, playing the part of the brat to the fullest, just to see where it gets you.
You cock an eyebrow and return his simmering golden stare even though your wolf is flattening its ears slowly in submission already.
He doesn’t need to know that. Not yet.
Instead, in a brave motion, even for yourself, you surge upward as best you can with your arms trapped behind you, and place your lips against the other alpha’s ear, mouth brushing across his hot skin with each word.
You don’t miss the way his body shudders at the sudden contact, and the self satisfied smirk grows wider.
“What’s wrong, Channie? Does it bother you to watch our packmates allover me when you’re trying so hardnot to lose control, hmm?”
Another growl, and then Chan is pinning you back beneath him with so much determined force that you lose your breath for a second.
The gold is swirling so violently now that it’s mesmerizing, and the air is heavy and thick with incoming rain.
“I hate it.” He growls out, voice low and strong in the back of his throat, teeth clenched as if he’s physically in pain. “God, I hate it so much. Watching them touch you, I wanted to-”
He shudders again, swallowing hard, and when he opens his eyes, there’s a little less alpha and a little more Chan swirling in his irises, if only for a brief moment.
“Wanted to what?” You push, wiggling one of your hands free. He lets you, and you reach up to trace a finger over the line of his cupid’s bow, admiring the way his plush, full lips give beneath the tip of your finger.
Chan sighs, long and hard, as if he’s trying to right himself, but the gold is creeping back in, and he’s giving in to it, you can see it, feelit, in the way your wolf is baring all again for the incoming head alpha.
Suddenly, there’s wolf in Chan’s eyes and not a whole lot of himself.
He leans in and licks across the pink mating mark that covers most of your skin at the juncture of your shoulder, and it’s your turn to shiver, as he suddenly reveals his teeth, dragging them pointedly across your aching scent gland.
“I wanted to rip them all apart.”
His words have something suddenly aching within you, and you don’t know if it’s want, or if it’s simply your wolf, riled beyond belief, by the strong, heady rut pheromones Chan is practically oozing, but whatever it is leaves you gasping.
Chan glances up at you, eyes sweeping across your face heatedly, and there’s something in his gaze that is your complete undoing, because suddenly, you can’t take it anymore.
Gone is the teasing. Gone is the brat. And left behind is you, open and bared, waiting for the head alpha to take you.
“Alpha.” You breathe out, and even that feels like a struggle past the sudden panting that has filled your throat.
“Mmhm.” Chan hums beneath his breath, still sounding more like a growl than anything, as he nips along the skin of your throat, before lathing his tongue over the smarting, red marks he has left behind.
Your body arches up into his of its own accord, and Chan pulls back slightly, a smirk now on his full lips, irises so golden that you can see the moon in them.
You whimper, because you can’t think of any words, and Chan leans over you once again, fingers going firmly around your chin, petrichor so strong washing over you that it makes you dizzy.
“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”
You part your lips, but you’re not sure if you can even begin to form words, lest a jumbled sentence, and Chan’s smirk grows at the realization, white teeth flashing dangerously, and when he speaks again, his voice is a low, guttural rumble in the back of his throat that does things to your body all over.
“Tell alpha what you want, baby, or else you’ll be left to my whims and my wolf is a little too out of control currently to be keen on gentleness.”
His words snap some sense into your brain, but only a little, and you manage to stutter out around the sudden spit that fills your mouth, “Go ahead. Rough is good.”
Your wolf keens in agreement.
Chan chuckles, leaning forward to nose at the column of your throat once more. The patches of skin are already darkening and they sting, but the feel of his tongue, hot and slick with saliva, tracing his handiwork, instantly has them blooming.
“And if I want to eat you alive?” He murmurs against your skin, fingers tracing down the length of your body, stopping as they tick across the warm flesh that stretches across your hip bones, as if waiting for your reply. “What then?”
You’re struggling to breathe now-the rain is heavy and each lungful goes right to your head, making you dizzy-but you manage to nod, before saying somewhat stupidly, “Whatever you want, alpha.”
Chan chuckles beneath his breath, the sound going right to your core, and then his fingers are dipping below the waistband of your pants and suddenly, coherent thoughts are no longer in your plane of existence.
“Good girl.” Chan praises and you’re not sure if he’s talking about your reply or your body’s response to him, but either way, it doesn’t matter.
Praise from head alpha is always good, your wolf preens almost incoherently.
Shut up, you supply back, thoughts cut off by a groan as you completely lose yourself in Chan.
Chan, Chan, Chan.
Alpha, alpha, alpha.
The room smells so heavily of storm and blooming wisteria by the time Chan rolls off of you and collapses beside you with a slight groan that you’re fairly certain your neighbors will be asking if you’ve gotten a new air freshener.
That’s gonna be an awkward conversation to have.
You fumble into a position on your side and throw your arm over Chan’s still heaving chest, his skin fiery beneath your fingers as you start to trace nonsensical patterns along his ribs, your nose buried in the juncture of his throat.
He smells nice-like sweat, and shower gel, and damp earth, and Chan.
You feel him start to card his fingers through your hair and you tip your head back to look at him, meeting his now completely cooled, caramel gaze with your own, his lips quirking upward into the hint of a self-deprecating smile.
“Sorry about all the-” He gestures to everything sheepishly-his room, you, himself-and you tilt your head, watching him curiously, fond amusement clear on your features.
“What?” You ask like you don’t know, crinkling your nose at him just to keep up the innocent act for a bit longer.
Chan laughs, a sharp sound that squeezes past his breathlessness, and rolls his eyes at you affectionately, before reaching up to pinch your side with long fingers.
You yelp and try to pull away from him, but he keeps you glued securely against his side, even though you’re beginning to sweat being this close to his overheated skin and shooting him a glare that could rival Minho’s.
“Yeah.” He nods, as if he knows you get it, and you do.
You lie in silence for a moment, basking in the warm afterglow of being with each other, and then without looking up at him, you say casually, “You know, Jisung’s gonna complain for a week about losing.”
Chan raises his head slightly to cast you a curious look, one eyebrow quirked. “Losing what?”
You focus on the way your fingertips trace across his skin, hiding your sudden grin behind a bite of your teeth.
“The game.”
This time, when Chan speaks, he sounds tiredly resigned and he’s no longer posturing his words as a question.
“What game.”
You shrug slightly and tilt your head back once more to look at him, batting your eyelashes and pursing your lips in an over dramatic display of innocence.
Chan rolls his eyes.
He isn’t buying it.
“Fine.” You huff out, reaching out to pinch one of his nipples in retaliation, but Chan is faster than you, not to mention stronger, and he pins your hand once more against his ribs. You whine and struggle to free yourself from his grip. “Jisungie started it, okay? He wanted to see how far we could push you before you snapped.”
Chan looks slightly amused now, albeit exhausted and long suffering, and he reaches up to run a hand over his face.
“Before I snapped?”
“Yeah.” You shrug again, and he finally releases your fingers from his own. You make a big show of stretching out your hand with little groans of pain so that maybe he’ll feel bad. He doesn’t. “During rut, you get kinda-”
You struggle over your words, pondering if your life is worth telling a head alpha in active rut that he gets a little handsy and possessive.
Finally, you decide it’s better to just get it over with.
If you die, you die.
“-possessive.” You finish lamely, glancing up at him once more.
Chan has a thoughtful look on his features, and you hold your breath, waiting for his response.
He catches you completely off guard when he starts to laugh, body shaking beneath your own with the force of his sudden mirth.
“What?” You sit up abruptly, scowling at him, as you reach out to smack his bare chest, but once again, he’s too fast for you, capturing your hand before you can even make contact. You scowl some more. “What’s so funny?”
Chan catches his breath, wiping at his eyes, and offers you a wave of his free hand.
“It’s nothing. I’m just-” He gasps again, eyes still watering slightly. “-I can’t wait to rub it in that Jisung not only lost, but that he lost to Minhoof all people.”
You stare at him as he starts to laugh maniacally again, and consider calling someone for help, because obviously, rut has finally driven Chan out of his right mind.
His giggles die down after another few minutes and when he meets your gaze again, the gold is already creeping back into his irises, the pupils darkening and blowing, the alpha once again moving in to overtake the human.
Your wolf whines plaintively, invitingly, as if your body isn’t already tired and ready for a nap.
Chan’s alpha had put you through your paces, and you were just getting started.
Chan tilts his head, and you see the perfect image of a wolf in the action, and his mouth pulls up into the start of a wicked smirk, tongue darting out to trace the outline of his lips in a motion that has you suddenly clenched up with want.
Okay, so maybe it’s not all bad. You could probably go again.
Chan loops his fingers around your wrist and tugs you down to him, nosing across the base of your throat, teeth skimming over the lines of your collarbone, making you shiver.
“Anyway. There’s time for all of that later.” His irises gleam golden, minted coins in the tan skin of his face, and he looks more than satisfied with himself when you gasp at his teeth grazing your throat.
Being in a pack is basically the antonym for jealousy right? You all share each other, with each other, all the time. Wolves are possessive, but they’re not prone to jealousy, of all things. Humans, on the other hand. Well. That’s a different story altogether.
Tags: SKZ, SKZ!pack, stray kids, ot8, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader, ABO, A/B/O, Alpha Beta Omega dynamics, bang chan, seo changbin, lee minho, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, yang jeongin, kim seungmin
Genre: Fluff, Light Smut
Title: Jealousy, Jealousy
You’re not a jealous person. You’re not.
But watching the pretty, little omega flirt with Minho across the bar has something heavy and sour settling into the pit of your stomach against the ominous growling emanating from your suddenly engaged wolf.
Minho isn’t flirting back of course, simply offering half a smile in response to her animated words, and in fact, you know him so well you’d say he almost looks bored, glancing past the omega to your waiting drinks
The knowledge does nothing to quell the sudden pang of jealousy eating you up from the inside out.
She laughs, you catch the tinkling high sound over the bustle of the other patrons, and then her hand is touching his arm as she leans in, looking up at him as if he’s said something extremely funny.
You know that move. It’s the oldest one in the book.
You’re out of your seat before you can think.
The omega looks caught off guard, kohl lined eyes going wide, lips parting, as you appear at Minho’s side, hand going down on his arm where hers had just been moments before, as if to wipe away the trace of her.
You see the moment she catches a whiff of your scent-cold and floral-her wolf perking its ears in interest.
Alpha.
She suddenly looks smug, pleased with herself, as if you and Minho are going to fight for her attention, two alphas at her disposal.
You don’t even spare her a second glance.
“Minho.” You say sharply beneath your breath and the other alpha glances at you curiously, one perfectly manicured brow raised. You tilt your chin toward the door. “Can we go? Please?”
The omega visibly wilts.
Minho, on the other hand, looks entirely too satisfied as you shift uncomfortably beside him, fingers still curled around his arm.
He’s figured it out.
Thankfully, he doesn’t point it out, instead, patting the back of your hand where it rests on his arm-a little bit sweet, a whole lot sarcastic-and offers you a smile bordering too close to a knowing smirk, eyes sparkling with hidden mirth.
“Of course, sweetheart. Let me just say goodbye to my friendhere-”
You don’t miss the teasing, taunting lilt to his words, and your wolf growls in response.
Your fingers flinch into his skin and Minho glances down to where your hand has now turned into a claw, digging into his forearm.
The smirk has yet to leave his face.
“Or not.”
You hate that he’s seen right through you, know the ride home is going to be living hell, that he won’t let you live this down easily-it’s Minho for god’s sake-but he also doesn’t give the omega a goodbye, let alone another glance, and so maybe, just maybe, the inevitable hassling will have been worth it.
Besides, you learned long ago that when it comes to Lee Minho, you have to take the small victories where you can get them.
******
“I swear, this should be classified as cruel and unusual punishment.” Jisung groans, sitting next to you at the kitchen table, pausing in his chopping to complain to whoever will listen.
You note offhandedly that while your pile of chopped vegetables has grown significantly, Jisung’s is still miniscule in comparison.
“My hand is cramping.” The beta whines, as if none of you heard him the first time, stretching his fingers for maximum effectiveness.
“Yah. Han Jisung.” Minho turns from the stove and holds his dirty spatula menacingly above the suffering beta’s head, a dark glower on his pretty features. “If those vegetables aren’t minced by the time I need them in five minutes, then it’ll be your head on the chopping block next.”
“Hyung.” Jisung whines, widening his eyes pleadingly, but Minho gives him no sympathy, expression steely, before he turns back to the bubbling pot on the stove.
Jisung huffs and glances toward the hall, where Chan has appeared, keys in hand. The beta brightens immediately upon seeing another potential victim for his cause.
“Hyung.” The beta whines, long and low in his throat, and Chan pauses in his route to the door, head alpha raising its head at one of his packmate’s obvious distress.
However, he takes one look at Minho, standing menacingly behind the whimpering Jisung with a spatula, and grimaces, offering said beta a sympathetic look.
“Sorry, Jisungie. Gotta go to the studio.”
Chan disappears a little too eagerly as the sound of a door slams down the hall and Jisung rolls his eyes, resuming his chopping with a grumble and a long sigh of “coward” beneath his breath, which you can only guess is aimed toward a certain head alpha.
It’s silent for a moment, the sound of chopping rhythmic and lulling, the pot bubbling merrily on the stove, Minho singing something low and indistinct beneath his breath.
Changbin appears, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, looking as if he’s just come from the gym, and the smell of ash mixed with sweat is suddenly strong as he regards the three of you sagely.
“What’re you making? And how’d you get Jisung to help?” He asks, eyebrow raised, addressing Minho, as he nods toward the still pouting Jisung sitting at the table, dutifully chopping a carrot.
“He threatened him.” You reply back, reaching for another potato, as Jisung shoots you a dark glare, taking way too long to matchstick a piece of celery.
“Ah.” Changbin nods like he gets it, amusement clear on his face.
“Yah. Seo Changbin.” Minho turns his frown on the newly arrived alpha now, and Jisung looks as if Christmas has come early. “Are you going to eat what I make tonight or what?”
Changbin has the decency to look slightly regretful, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck as he suddenly avoids the other alpha’s pointed gaze.
“Sorry, hyung. I gotta stick with shakes. New regiment and shit.”
You and Jisung both groan simultaneously at that, and Changbin looks caught off guard by your reactions, eyebrows disappearing into his hairline.
“God, please don’t tell me you’re gonna put chicken in it again, hyung.” Jisung exclaims, sinking back in his chair and eyeing Changbin like he’s just grown another head, lips pulled down in obvious disgust. “Anything but that.”
“I’m like 96% sure Jackson was joking when he told you that, by the way.” You add, making a face, as you think about Changbin and the slop he and his workout buddies call smoothies.
“Hey.” Changbin protests, waving between the two of you. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”
More echoed groans, and Changbin looks suitably offended.
Jisung gets up from his spot at the table and crosses the kitchen, dumping his vegetables-finally chopped-into the pot that Minho is still carefully stirring. He leans over, putting the sharp jut of his chin on Minho’s shoulder, and instantly pulls a face.
Minho shoots him a glance, expression blank.
“God, hyung, you smell weird.” Jisung takes another long sniff and covers his nose dramatically, stepping away from the alpha, miming retching as he returns to the table to plop back down beside you. “Did you get a new cologne or something?”
“Probably smells like the friendhe made at the bar.” You can’t help but grumble beneath your breath, the poor potato you’re chopping into bite size chunks taking the brunt of your sudden aggression.
Your knife hits a sharp staccato against the cutting board.
“What was that, sweetheart?” Minho turns from the stove, one brow raised in challenge, clearly having heard what you said, giving you another chance to reconsider what you’d said.
You offer him a saccharine, innocent smile, so sweet you feel like your teeth are rotting.
“Nothing.”
Minho hums under his breath approvingly and nods and with one last, long look, returns to the stove, the air suddenly saturated with the sharp spice of amber.
Beneath your knife, the potato splinters into mush.
*****
“Okay, hyung, truth or dare?”
You’re sitting in the living room, the movie playing quietly in the background long since forgotten, when Jeongin turns to Minho, eyes wide and expectant.
Minho rolls his eyes. “Are we in fourth grade? Why do we have to play this?”
“Just answer the question.” You shoot back, matching Minho’s glare as he finally gives in and waves for the youngest omega to continue.
You’re still slightly on edge from earlier, but being surrounded by the smell of oranges as Felix cuddles back against you, sitting entwined on the couch, is helping some.
You reach up and idly run your fingers through the omega’s soft, blonde hair, holding back an affectionate smile as he arches into the touch of your hand like a needy cat.
“Fine. Truth.” “Boooooring.” Jisung calls out from across the room, not looking up from the game he’s playing on his handheld, Hyunjin eagerly watching over his shoulder.
“Okay. Truth.” Jeongin repeats with a wicked glint in his eye, rubbing his hands together, as if he’s prepared to completely reveal all the truths that make up the enigma that is Minho with just one question.
Minho takes a long sip of his soda as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“Whose scent, out of all of us, do you like the most?”
Minho returns the can to the coffee table and sits back, looking completely at ease.
“Easy. Felix.”
Felix grins and blushes in your arms. “Ah, thanks, hyung, that’s really sweet.”
Jisung, however, chokes on his spit from across the room and levels Minho with a shocked look so convincing that you almost believe he’s hurt.
“Yah, what about me?”
Minho smirks. “What about you?”
Jisung mutters something under his breath that sounds an awful lot like cursing Minho’s name and his entire existence, and Hyunjin pats him sympathetically on the head as he sinks back into the end of the couch.
The game goes on like that for a while, a lazy back and forth between your packmates, the room a combined, comforting cocktail of everyone’s scents, making you sleepy, and your eyes are heavy, and you’re almost ready to call it a night, Felix warm and heavy in your arms and practically asleep himself, when Minho drops the bomb.
“(Y/N).”
You glance up at the other alpha, and the mischievous, wicked glint in his dark eyes puts you instantly on edge, hackles rising.
“Truth or dare?”
You’re way too tired to entertain even the thought of a dare, so you answer back immediately, “Truth.”
Minho grins, teeth and expression suddenly sharp, and dammit, you realize too late that you’ve fallen right into his trap.
“Would you say that you’re the jealous type?”
You refuse to play his game.
Keeping your expression blank, you reply simply, “No.”
Minho arches a brow, and his lips part, and he’s so smug you wanna wipe the smirk right off his pretty face.
“Really?” He hums beneath his breath, faking a thoughtful expression, eyes never leaving your own. “Would you care to explain to me what happened earlier then? In the bar? When I was making new ‘friends’?”
The use of your earlier word, confirming your suspicions that he’d heard exactly what you’d said in the kitchen, has you pushing a caught off guard, sleepy Felix into Changbin’s arms and standing up, expression carefully schooled.
“I’m going to bed.”
The air is so heavy with the scent of frost now, you’re surprised you can’t see the cloud of your own breath.
Minho catches up to you in the hallway.
The smell of sharp amber gives him away just before his fingers loop around your wrist, spinning you smoothly to face him, your back slamming up against the closed door of your room as his hands go on either side of your head, effectively caging you in.
So close to safety, yet so far.
“What was that, hm?” He questions in a low voice, head cocked, irises swirling, the expression on his face telling you he already clearly knows exactly ‘what that was.’
“I don’t like being the butt of your jokes, Minho.” You hiss out, staring him down, fingers digging into your crossed forearms in an attempt to remain in some semblance of control.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what joke you’re referring to, sweetheart.”
Your wolf snarls, insistent he’s still making a fool of you, and the frost creeps back in, chilling the air around the two of you.
“Please.” You scoff out, trying to cover up the hurt with anger now, your voice wavering slightly. “Don’t play stupid. You knew what you were doing when you asked that question back there.”
Minho’s brow arches, and his lips quirk slightly, his obvious nonchalance only serving to infuriate you more.
“And what exactly was I doing?”
You look away from him now, because you can feel the tears burning, threatening, and you don’t want him to see you cry.
Damn being an angry crier. Damn it all.
“Making fun of me.” You mutter bitterly, lower lip clenched firmly between your teeth, the scent of amber souring slightly now where it brushes your skin. “Because I got all weird at the bar seeing you with that strange omega and then you-”
Minho leans into your space suddenly, catching you off guard and effectively shutting you up, and you’re surprised, when you look up, to see the sudden, swirling gold creeping into his gaze.
“Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart.” He practically tsks, and you feel like you’re a kid who’s gotten caught with their hand in the candy jar.
Minho sighs, a long suffering sound, and you almost expect him to pinch his nose between his fingers in a show of frustration.
Instead, he leans closer, so that his lips are practically brushing yours with each word he speaks, and a crooked smirk lifts the corners of his mouth, revealing sharp, pointed canines that have your gut clenching up in sudden need.
“I wasn’t joking. About you or anything else.” He practically purrs, letting one of his hands slide off the door and down the column of your throat, fingers splayed against your collarbone like a choker, finger tips barely tracing your scent glands.
He looks entirely too pleased when your breath audibly catches in your throat.
“Then why did you bring it up?” You question, slightly breathless, and curse your body for betraying how attracted you are to Minho in this moment.
God, he’s pretty.
Minho chuckles, a low rumble in his chest accompanied by a fresh wave of spice, and the sound sends warmth flooding through your traitorous body to all the right places.
He tilts his head, studying you heatedly with a molten copper gaze.
“Because, sweetheart,” His full lips quirk into the hint of a self deprecating smile.“As much as I hate to admit it, I guess I find it practically intoxicatingwhen I’m the reason you struggle with your composure.”
Your mouth drops open, and Minho closes it again with one slender finger under your chin.
You have to remind yourself to breathe.
“So you get off on seeing me a mess.”
Minho chuckles again at your blunt words and raises a brow, wetting his lips as his tongue darts out to slowly trace over the outline of his plump mouth, watching the way you follow the motion, teasing you.
“Basically, yeah.”
“God, I hate you.” You breathe out, not meaning it in the slightest, as you tug him to you and slot your mouth with his.
“I really don’t think you do.” Minho murmurs back in between frantic kisses, his fingers tangling into your hair and tugging your head back, angling your lips for better access.
“Shut up.”
You waste no time in slipping your tongue into his mouth and your fingers curl into the material of the hoodie he wears, the air practically heavy now with the mixed smell of your scents.
It’s easy to blindly reach behind you and turn the door knob, letting you both into the dark, quiet of your room, easy to stumble backward toward the waiting bed, fingers still tangled in the front of Minho’s sweatshirt, easy to strip him in the pitch black, fumbling with layers of clothes, hands tracing the lithe, toned lines of his body, skin warm beneath your fingertips.
Minho takes his time, it’s something you’ve always admired about him, the attention to detail he uses when slowly but surely taking you apart, piece by piece, inch by inch.
“What do you want, hm?” He whispers against the column of your throat, nips with his teeth, traces deliberate fingers over your aching scent gland, revels in the way you arch up into him. “Tell me, sweetheart.”
It’s an easy enough question, with an obvious enough answer.
“Make me a mess.”
Minho grins, all sharp angles and white teeth and golden irises, and rolls his hips against your own, and you know he’s got you right where he wants you, knows in the way your fingers tremble as they tangle into his hair, in the way the scent of wisteria spikes, tangling with the sharp notes of amber.
Minho leans in, taking in the way you’re panting, squirming beneath him, practically begging him silently, and raises a brow, before nipping lightly along your mating mark as if it’s a promise of things to come.
[21:09] you wish time would just stop for even a minute. let you collect yourself and your thoughts and actually be able to choke up words to say to him. but it’s not like he’d listen, anyway. talking to hyunjin is like talking to a child. he doesn’t actually listen. just waits until you finish speaking so he can get a word in again.
but it’s because you let him, you suppose. you’ve always been so lenient with him. never raising your voice in fear of getting him mad enough for him to leave. sure, he’s pissed you off plenty of times, but you try to keep it to yourself to avoid any arguments. arguments with hyunjin never end well.
he’s loud. you could be screaming at the top of your lungs but somehow he always finds a way to overpower your voice, as if somehow being louder means he’s right.
he’s stubborn. he doesn’t care if you have tears streaming down your cheeks. you could blatantly tell him exactly how to change to avoid the situation again or to just fucking listen to you for two seconds. but he’s too prideful to lose. his mind isn’t gonna change; you might as well give up now.
but worst of all, he’s victimizing. it doesn’t matter whether or not it was actually him in the wrong. it’s never his fault. you could have done better to avoid the situation. you should be the one who’s sorry.
so you apologize. over and over and over until he finally throws his hands up and says something like “whatever, i’ll be back later” and leaves you in tears in the living room and doesn’t come back until the morning.
but he always comes back with snacks and flowers and games and movie tickets with red, puffy eyes and an embarrassed apology and you forgive him without hesitation because the hyunjin from last night isn’t the hyunjin he is. i just got caught up in the heat of the moment, he says. you know i didn’t mean it. it won’t happen again.
and you always believe him. because when you truly love someone, you’re willing to look over a bad quality or two to keep them there.
it won’t happen again, you think. because when you truly love someone, you’re willing to change a bad quality or two to keep them there.
but he doesn’t truly love you. he just likes the thought of it, is all. but you’re too far in to be able to make that connection.
floating through space (and a pile of junk) — lee felix.
: STRAY KIDS; husband!felix x fem!reader
: fluff.
: 1.3 k
: nothing except bad writing and bad title, no proofreading, also there’s one mention of the reader being shorter than Felix ♡
“You’re supposed to be cleaning!”
“In my defense, who cleans during the night?”
You huff, trying to snatch the polaroid camera Felix found in one of the cupboards away from him. “And in my defense, you’re busy all day. You know how much I hate cleaning the cupboards.”
Felix laughs, setting the camera aside he helps you get the remaining stuff out, then proceeds to grab a cloth to dust the shelves. Quite frankly, you feel like a terrible wife for making Felix work more after he’s already busy with tour preparations, but you’ve got no choice — you start sneezing up a storm at the slightest contact with dust, and you aren’t really gifted in the height department either. Neither is Felix, but he can, at least, reach the top shelves better than you could.
Minho smirks triumphantly in the bathroom mirror, eyes admiring his newly decorated body.
Spots of blue and purple are painted all over; a remnant trail of where your mouth had decided to mark him, claim him. He can still make out the feeling of your soft lips kissing him up and down, sucking pretty blemishes onto his pale skin, even sinking your teeth into him when the pleasure became too overwhelming.
But the best part are the countless red scratches that litter his back and shoulders. He had you sobbing in ecstasy, clawing down his back, your cunt tightening relentlessly around his large cock being repeatedly driven deep in you.
Minho was in heaven when your nails dug into him uncontrollably, raking his skin as he fucked you hard into the mattress. You were clinging to him as if your life depended on it. Every harsh thrust forced you closer and closer to the edge; and the aid of a single, light stroke to your clit was all it took to send you flying apart at the seams, body shaking in white hot pleasure. You were in utter euphoria, eyes rolled back, his name on your lips.
He almost can’t wait for the beautiful marks to fade… just so he can get you to make new ones on him all over again.
You couldn’t stop staring at them. No matter how hard you tried to avert your attention, you were just too mesmerized by the way his lips moved as he sung softly to himself. You felt your cheeks heat at the embarrassment of being caught staring at him but you couldn’t find yourself caring.
His lips were just so damnperfect.
Without thinking, you leaned forward, capturing them in a kiss that pulled Chan’s attention from his laptop, quickly sliding the headphones off of his head.
“W-What was that for,” he sputtered as when you pulled back, blushing furiously at the sudden affection.
You didn’t say anything as you leaned back in. You pressed soft kisses so his cupids bow, giggling softly as he pulled you closer to him. You continued to trail your lips across his as he happily welcomed your little kisses. When you pulled back to look at him you you couldn’t help but to let out a sigh at how pretty he was, bare faced, cheeks a light shade of pink and those beautiful lips even more plush than before from your consistent attack on his lips.
You gently ran your thumb against the skin of his cheek, taking in every inch of his beauty.
“You’re so pretty,” you whispered, leaning in to press a kiss against his nose.
Chan knew better than to argue with you, instead opting to pull you closer to him as he uttered those three words you never got tired of hearing against your lips. Let’s just say that the two of you didn’t do anything productive the rest of the night, favoring instead to stay in each others embrace as got lost in the feeling of one another’s lips.
IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE: DO NOT READ-NSFW UNDER THE CUT
With finals over and the letter stating you were finally getting the degree, you’ve worked so hard for, you needed to relax. Luckily, your boyfriend knew just how to do that.
With your roommate out for the night, ChangBin took that chance to surprise you at home with a bottle of wine and flowers. The two of you made quick work of the wine, but it wasn’t needed for what he had in mind.
“So beautiful,” he panted into your ear as you bounced on his lap. His hands held your hips tightly as you rode him. “Such a good girl. Does that feel good?” He sucked your neck as you leaned your head back.
“Binnie,” you moaned, “So good. So big.” Rocking your hips into his, you moaned louder. “So close. I’m so close.” Feeling the knot tighten in your stomach you kissed him deeply, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth.
ChangBin started to thrust up to meet your hips. Gripping your hips tighter, he guided you down to meet his thrusts. He looked up at you like you were his reason for living. The intensity of his gaze gave you chills. Suddenly, you felt a sharp and rough tug on your scalp. With a yelp, you were pulled off of ChangBin’s lap.
“What the fuck,” he yelled, meeting the eyes of 4 men. Men that weren’t his. He lunged for the man holding you by the hair. “Let her go,” he demanded with more contempt than you’ve ever heard, “Now.”
The man holding you up by the hair was tall and had an anti-brow piercing. Another man in the room stepped forward and threw something at ChangBin.
“Get dressed,” he ordered ChangBin. The man turned to look at you, his eyes roaming your body. “Let her cover up,” he said to his men. Another wrapped the sheet around your body to provide a little dignity.
ChangBin studied your face. There was no fear, only what seemed to be annoyance. Slowly putting his boxers on, he never took his eyes off of you. “Don’t hurt her,” he said to the one who looked like the leader. “I’ll cooperate. Just let her go. You don’t need her.” Pointing to you ChangBin tried to bargain with the man.
“She isn’t going anywhere,” he spat back. “And you will speak when spoken too.” ChangBin opened his mouth to object and was quickly hit in the face, causing blood to drip from his mouth.
“Stop it,” you yelled at the men. They all looked at you and then back to the man in charge.
“Take him out of here,” he commanded. After another quick punch, for good measure, ChangBin was pulled from the room by two men.
“Have you lost your fucking mind, Jay B,” you finally spat to the man holding your hair? He let go and allowed you to fall to the floor. You scrambled to stand and stand toe to toe to the leader. “What the fuck, Jackson! What are you doing here?” The man tilted his head and looked over your naked body again.
“What are you doing Y/N?” he asked with pleasure. “So that’s your new boyfriend? Seems nice.” You pushed him away aggressively and sneered at him. Suddenly, it dawned on you.
“Where is he,” you growled? Jackson nodded to the front of your apartment. “Get out while I get dressed you asshole.” Jay B blocked the door and Jackson turned his back to you. “Sorry, princess.”
In the living room, ChangBin has tossed on the floor in front of a man he had never seen. He was tall, had a long thin neck, and had a sharp jawline.
“Don’t move,” one of the two men said to him, “Stay on the floor. Hands where we can see them.” He assumed a docile position on his knees, hands on his thighs. He looked to the man sitting before him, clearly the one in charge, not the one in the room. Oh no, in the room with you still. He could hear shouting, but couldn’t make it out.
“Let her go, please,” ChangBin asked the man before him. “I don’t know who you are, but she doesn’t know anything.” The man laughed.
“She’s in no danger from us,” he said lowly. “But she may know more than she’s letting on.” The sound of your heels on the floor drew everyone’s attention. Your cropped mustard pants and blazer paired well with your cream silk camisole. It was an odd choice of outfit considering the situation ChangBin thought.
“There she is,” the tall man stood and opened his arms, “Y/N, baby. I’ve missed you.” ChangBin’s heart sank at the words. He was too friendly and familiar for this to be about him. A crack sounded through the room as you slapped the man.
“Seriously, Mark,” you seethed, “What are you doing here?”
“Wait,” ChangBin spoke up,“ You know them?” You hung your head, not able to meet his eyes. Mark chuckled and lowered himself to ChangBin.
“Oh, she never told you?” he taunted, “So much for not knowing anything.” You were about to lunge for Mark again when your door opened. An older man in a three-piece suit and a woman in an elegant dress walked in and it felt like all the air was sucked out of the room.
“That isn’t any way to treat your guests is it, Monkey,” the man said. Your cheeks flushed red as you squeezed your eyes shut to stop the tears.
“No, sorry daddy,” you whispered. ChangBin’s eyes examined your face. The embarrassment painting your face tugged at his heart. He tried the best he could to piece this puzzle together.
“Jackson, Jay B, JinYoung, and YoungJae leave us. Sweetheart, Y/N, Mark, have a seat,” he motioned to the sofa. “You stay there,” he said dryly to ChangBin.
“Daddy, I,” you cleared your throat, “I didn’t know to expect you.” Lifting your eyes to your father, you saw him staring at your boyfriend that was left on his knees.
“Oh? If you had known, then what? You would have had the virtue to not get caught in bed with him?” he asked with scorn. Your mother leaned toward your father and whispered something. “Know your place woman,” he snapped back.
“Are you ok?” you asked ChangBin softly. He looked at you with questions filling his eyes and nodded. You mouthed a quick sorry to him. Mark laughed next to you and you had to fight the need to wrap your hands around that long neck.
“What were you thinking?” your mother asked. “I told you to stop seeing him.” Her voice was soft and caring, but the words hurt. ChangBin’s eyes snapped to her and then to you.
“The problem is that she’s always had her way,” Mark stated matter of factly. Your father glared at him now, causing him to shrink away.
“This is what I was telling you,” your father lectured you, “This could have gotten you hurt, or killed.” He clenched his fists at his side. You laughed dryly. “I don’t see what is so funny. What do you have to say, boy?” he asked ChangBin.
“Daddy, stop,” you interrupted. “He has nothing to do with this.”
“He has everything to do with this, Y/N,” your father corrected you.
“Honey, hear her out first,” your mother said. “You can at least let the boy have some dignity.” She motioned to the compliant man still in his underwear.
“Please daddy,” you begged. “He won’t be any trouble. Let him dress and sit with us.” Mark rolled his eyes at you and scoffed.
“He’s an animal, leave him like one,” he said. His statement earned another slap across the face.
“How dare you call him an animal? You and the goon squad show up and barge into my home. Watch your mouth, or I will cut your tongue out,” you threatened him. ChangBin grinned a little when he heard how feisty and protective you were.
“Fine. He can dress. But no weapons,” your father agreed. “Mark, you go with him. Don’t mess around.” Mark stood and dragged ChangBin towards your room again.
“Hurry up,” he told ChangBin, “The old man doesn’t like to wait.”
They returned shortly, ChangBin fully dressed in his suit. He adjusted his tie as he stood in front of your father.
“Hello, sir. I am Seo ChangBin. I’m Y/N’s boyfriend,” he said politely, then bowed deeply. He met your dad’s gaze and accepted the outstretched hand.
“I’m sorry you seem to be at a loss, son. My name is Clyde Dillinger, Y/N’s father,” your father introduced himself.
“Dillinger,” ChangBin repeated, “As in-”
“Yes that one,” Mark snapped.
“Your last name is Y/L/N,” ChangBin looked at you. “You said your dad was in finance.”
“I have my mother’s maiden name,” you said softly, “So no one knows to look for me. And technically, he is in finance.”
“You never told him?” questioned your dad, narrowing his eyes at you. Again you dropped your head.
“No sir,” you whispered. “He didn’t know.” Your mother reached for your hand, but you pulled it away. “I didn’t want this,” you gestured around the room, “to happen.”
“Sir, I want you to know that I’ve done everything I can to make sure she was safe,” ChangBin smiled at you, “I wouldn’t let anyone hurt her.”
“Then how did this happen? We literally caught you with your pants down,” Mark laughed.
“Excuse me,” Jackson said, walking into the room. “Sir? May I speak?” Your father held his hand up to Mark to silence him, allowing Jackson to speak. “We had BamBam watch them for weeks. He is very careful. He has one specific man he leaves with her at all times he isn’t around.” Your father eyed ChangBin closely. “If we didn’t know she had this apartment, we wouldn’t have found them.”
“Thank you, Jackson,” said your father. “Is this true Mark?” The younger man set his jaw and nodded his head, glaring at his friend. “Anything else?”
“Yes, sir,” Jackson said looking at ChangBin. “I believe the only reason he was cooperating is for her. He begged several times for her to be let go. If she was in true danger, I feel this would have ended differently.”
“Mark? Anything to add?” questioned your dad. Being met with silence and this new information, he dismissed Mark and Jackson. “Seems that I owe you an apology, son,” he said to ChangBin. “It’s important to know when you’ve been wrong, and I may have jumped to conclusions.”
“Thank you, sir,” ChangBin replied politely. “I understand how important she is to you. And I give you my word, she is important to me too.” Your father nodded and looked to your mother.
“Leave us you two,” he instructed, “ I need to speak with this young man.” Standing you guided your mother to the kitchen for a drink. A strong one if you had it. Over your shoulder, you caught the smile ChangBin gave you.
“He’s sweet,” your mother said once away from the men. “How did you meet him?” She sat at the table and crossed her hands.
“We were out,” you explained, not wanting to give too much detail. “A creep wouldn’t leave me alone, and Binnie… Uh, ChangBin stepped in. Saved the day.” Pouring two glasses of whisky, you slid one to your mother. “I wish you would have called,” you said quietly.
“You hung up on me last time we spoke, Y/N,” she scolded you. “What would I say?” You nodded and reached for her hand.
“I was just so mad that you wouldn’t give him a chance,” you confessed. “He may be what you hear about on the news, but he isn’t with me.” You sighed and bit your lip. “Momma, he really cares about me.”
“I know, baby,” she smiled, “I can see that.” She leaned in closer to you, “I don’t know any man willing to do that for just anyone. Has he said he lo-”
“No,” you said quickly. “But I think I do.” Tears sprung to your eyes.
Your father’s voice called you and your mother back. The two men stood, shaking hands.
“I’ll be on my way,” ChangBin said. “I’ll check in with you tonight. Ok, princess?” he said to you softly, kissing your cheek. “It was very nice meeting you,” he bowed to your mother. “Sir, I look forward to hearing from you.”
“Y/N, sit down. I have to admit I’m very disappointed that this happened. We always planned to-”
“Daddy, I’m sorry but I don’t want to leave,” you cut him off. “I like it here. I have friends. I have ChangBin,” you rambled on.
“She’s right,” your mom interjected. “She can make her own choices now. She’s old enough. He seems like a nice man.”
“I am not going to let my daughter be with a man like that,” he roared, pointing to the door.
“Like what? A man like what,” you challenged. “A man like you? You were ok with the idea of me marrying Mark. For christ’s sake, Mark Tuan!” you yelled. “What is so wrong with ChangBin that you won’t get over it?” Your mother placed a hand on your arm.
“Clyde, honey,” she said, “You know this is very familiar. My father hated you. And what did that accomplish?” Your dad folded his arms and glared at your mother. “Huh? Nothing. We still got married and we’re happy, despite him.” She walked to him and gently touched his arm. “Is that what you want for her?”
“Why not Mark?” your dad questioned you. “He comes from a good family and he likes you. He’ll take over from me one day.”
“Why not Mark?” you repeated. “Because it is Mark, daddy. He loves himself and anything he can get off with. He’s a petulant child when he doesn’t get his way. I don’t love him.” You didn’t know ChangBin entered the apartment again. In his rush, he forgot his wallet and cell phone.
“Don’t love him?” your dad laughed dryly. “You love this other man, Seo? What do you know about love?”
“What did you know when you married momma at 19? I may not know a lot, but I know how he makes me feel, and I like it,” you said firmly. “Daddy, I’ve never felt safer with anyone else. He knows everything that makes me, me. I know it’s too soon to think about forever, but I can’t see my life without him,” you said softly. “I love him, daddy. I’m not leaving.”
“Y/N,” you heard from behind you. You turned to see ChangBin, his eyes full of tears. “Do you? Really?” You smiled and nodded. Wrapping you in his arms he kissed your forehead. “I love you too,” he whispered.
“I’m sorry I never told you,” you said sheepishly. Tucking your head to his neck you placed small kisses under his ear. He hugged you tiger and giggled.
“It’s ok, princess. Just no more secrets ok? I can’t keep you safe if I don’t know everything,” ChangBin said softly.
“Leave them alone,” your mom instructed, stopping your dad from interrupting. “You weren’t going to win this battle anyway.” He smiled sadly and nodded. “He is a lot like you. That’s a good thing. She’ll be ok.”
“Well, she is your daughter,” your dad laughed. “I have no doubt she’ll be fine.”
“Of course I’ll make sure he’s taken care of mom,” Chan said into the phone. “I can’t believe you let him fly out here alone. You still don’t let me do it!” He teased his mother on the phone.
“He isn’t alone, Chris,” the woman scolded him. “Y/N is with him.”
“Y/N? Hannah’s Y/N,” he questioned? “I haven’t seen her in years. What is she doing coming here?” He smiled fondly when he thought about his little sister’s friend.
Talent is something the Bang children had an abundance of. Clearly, Chan was very talented, and his sister was no exception. When she began dancing, their parents made sure she was enrolled in classes at one of the best schools. That’s where Hannah met you. You were a few years her senior and head of the advanced classes. From day one, you took Hannah under your wing and treated her like the little sister you never had.
“You’re right,” she agreed, “She just finished sometime at university and wanted to travel before going back.” Chan could hear paper being shuffled on the other end of the line. “Ah, yes. Once she leaves you at the airport she is visiting Korea, Japan, and then I think China. Or was it China then Japan?”
Chan listened to the announcement on the speakers, checking to see if the flight his brother was on landed. He told his mother goodbye and made his way to the proper gate. He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a hoodie, hoping to not draw attention to himself. The last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene.
Watching people file out of the gate, he searched the faces for familiar ones. Or one. He wondered if he would recognize you, or if you would him. You were his little sister’s best friend, and it felt like you were part of his family with how often you stayed over. He hated that he didn’t see you when he visited home, but he knew he was mostly to blame.
You had stopped by the Bang house to say goodbye to Chan before he left again to continue training as an idol. You kissed him clumsily before he pulled away and told you that he didn’t feel that way about you. You were more like a little sister, and he couldn’t see you another way.
He spotted his brother and waved his hands over his head, trying to get his attention. Lucas looked his way and waved back. He turned and hooked his arm into the arm of a young woman and pulled her through the crowd. As they got closer, Chan smiled as he recognized you.
The years had been very good to you. You had developed into a confident and beautiful woman. He always regretted not reaching out to you through the years. Deep down he always wondered what would have happened if he stayed home instead of choosing the path he did. His heart skipped a beat when your eyes locked with his.
Chan pulled Lucas into a hug and patted his back, “I’ve missed you, brother.” Ruffling his hair, he pulled away and smiled at you. He held his arms out to you, offering a hug. Carefully, you eyed him.
“You look great,” Chan said to you, “I was surprised when my mum said you were coming with Lucas.”
“I wouldn’t let him travel alone,” you smiled politely, “Plus he makes a great travel buddy.” You stepped past Chan’s open arms and pointed to a sign. “Is it this was to luggage claim?”
“Nice try, man,” Lucas laughed and patted Chan’s chest. He turned to catch up with you, leaving Chan with a blank expression on his face. “You have to give him a break,” Lucas said to you as he reached your side. “That was years ago.”
“Oh my gosh,” you groaned, “Is this something the Bang family will ever forget? I don’t care anymore.” Chan had caught up with you by now, but he kept his distance. “I was a stupid kid, with a stupid crush on a stupid boy. Nothing else.” Chan scoffed behind you, causing you to turn on his quickly. “Something to say,” you snapped.
“Nah,” he held his hands up. You continued towards luggage claim when Chan spoke again. “I just think it’s funny,” he said, “For something so stupid, you seem to still be upset about it.” You rolled your eyes and sucked your teeth.
“What if I am,” you asked, eyeing his sideways? He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. “What if I am upset still? I thought I was in love with you. You could have been more gentle.” You huffed and faced his again. “I can’t ever forget about it. Hannah thinks it’s funny that I have a crush on her famous idol brother. Your parents always make mention of you to me, like we’re friends. Shit, this kid calls me his sister-in-law, as if you’ve ever spoken to me since you left,” you scowled, pointing to Lucas.
“Look, I’m sorry,” Chan apologized, touching your arm. “I was a stupid boy, youq said so yourself. And besides, I didn’t know how to handle it. I should have been nicer to you, but you were my sister’s friend, and I-.” He stopped and grinned at you. “Did you say you have a crush on me… Not had? Present tense?” Your mouth fell open and your cheeks burned red. “You did!” He said triumphantly.
“No, no I didn’t,” you tripped over your words. Lucas bumped his shoulder into you.
“You did,” he whispered, “I heard you.” You hated them at this point. Lucas for being right and Chan for being so good-looking. Chan stepped closer and smiled down at you.
“Come on,” he urged, “Let me take you out. Just once before you leave.” You chewed your lip and thought about the offer. “Let older me take older you out to make up for younger me being stupid and mean to younger you.”
“What about me,” Lucas piped in? Chan looked at him and made a serious face, mouthing a simple ‘no’. “Wow,” he said under his breath, “Older you is still a jerk.”
“You know, older me has higher standards. You can’t just smile at me with those dimples and expect me to give in Christopher Bang,” you informed Chan. He smiled wider.
“As you should,” he said, “You’re a beautiful girl. You deserve the best.”
“The best,” you repeated. “Hm, guess I should be on my way then. Can’t let the best see me with you. Might frighten them off.” You smiled over your shoulder and winked.
“No, no,” he called chasing after you, “I meant me. I’m the best. Where are you going? ”
“Wow! How can you be so bad at this,” Lucas called after Chan?
“Has anyone talked to Y/N today?” Han asked looking up from his phone. A chorus of ‘nos’ sounded from his friends. “Yesterday then?” Again, no one spoke to you. He scrolled through social media and was disturbed by your lack of updates. “When was the last time they called anyone?” he asked the room.
“I’ll ring them up,” Bang Chan said, “they’re probably holed up and making kissy faces with their boyfriend.” He typed in your phone number, not needing a saved contact. Crinkling his nose he left you a voice message. Felix tapped his friend’s leg and showed him an updated photo. Your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, posted a photo with his new partner. “Oh, shit,” he said to himself.
“Maybe that’s why they aren’t answering,” Felix thought. Chan agreed and called you a second and third time.
“What do you want Chan?” you rasped into the phone the fourth time he called. You sniffled and wiped tears from your face. Something was wrong, and he knew it. You never called him Chan.
“I just wanted to check on you,” he said softly. “We were worried about you. Haven’t heard from you in a few days.” All the boys huddled around Chan and his phone as he increased the call volume, making it easier for them to hear.
“I’m great Chris,” you lied. “Why wouldn’t I be ok,” you gasped, “Because I got dumped like yesterday’s trash? Because he moved on after 2 days?” Your chest contracted every passing second and it was harder to breathe. “I’m so tired,” you sobbed into the phone, unable to control it anymore, “I’m so tired of breaking down and having to pick myself back up. I’m tired of being the second choice. I’m so, so tired Chris.”
The sound of you crying on the other end of the line broke everyone’s heart. No one knew what to say. Chan looked around at the somber faces surrounding him. “Where is Han?” he asked. Everyone swapped glances and shook their head.
You flung your phone to the other end of the room and pulled your blanket over your head. Curling into yourself, you groaned and tried to ignore the knock on your door. Sadly, the longer you ignored it, the louder it got. Suddenly, it stopped, but you heard keys in your door and footsteps in your house. A few minutes later, there was a light knock on your door.
“Y/N,” you heard a voice call, “Are you sleeping?” Even though every fiber of your being wanted to tell him to leave, you pulled the blanket from your face.
“I’m awake Ji-Sung,” you said. He sighed in relief and opened your door gently. You turned on your bedside light and rubbed your eyes. “I only told you where that key was in case of emergencies.”
“It was an emergency,” he tried to lighten the mood, “I brought you ice cream. ” Taking one look at you, his heart broke. “Hey,” he said softly, sitting at the end of your bed. “Wanna talk?” Tears stung your eyes and he could see your lip tremble. He stretched his arms out and you launched yourself into them. Cradling your head against his shoulder, he rocked you side to side.
“What’s wrong with me?” you cried into his shirt. “What is so wrong with me that I can’t be loved?” He pulled away and cupped your face, searching for some sign that you were joking.
“What are you talking about?” he whispered. “Why do you think you’re not loved? Do you not see how the guys look at you? You are their literal sunshine. Our day doesn’t start until you arrive.” He swept the tears on your cheek away with his thumbs. “Do you not see how I look at you?” His voice was so soft and nervous. You brought your eyes up to meet his.
“How,” you asked, “Like a clown? I’m so pathetic.”
“Why can’t you see yourself the way I see you,” he said, smoothing your hair behind your ear. “So what, you hit a rough patch. You are smart and successful. Beautiful and funny. You’re not pathetic.”
“Sounds like you’ve given this a lot of thought,” you laughed dryly.
“Only since you walked into our practice room, with Chan. Your laugh was so infectious,” he admitted. After three years of loving you from a distance, he decided this was the time to shoot his shot. “I was so jealous. I wanted you to laugh with me like that. All I could think was 'Wow, how do I get someone like that’?”
“You don’t want someone like me,” you told him. He pulled your face closer to his and touched his forehead to yours.
“Oh,” he sighed, “But I do. I do. I want the person that makes everyone laugh. I want the person that looks effortlessly beautiful. I want the person that kicks my ass in video games. I want the person that holds me while watching horror movies. I want that person. I want you.”
“Sungie,” you muttered, “You don’t want me. I’m broken, no good.”
“Let me pick you up. Let me help you put yourself back together,” he pleaded. “Let me love you.”
“I don’t even love myself,” you admitted. “How can you?”
“Because I see how marvelous you are, even if you don’t,” he told you. “I’m not going to give up on this. Give me a chance, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere.” He brushed his lips against yours and to his delight you didn’t pull away.
“Han Ji-Sung,” you chuckled, “You are a fool. This is probably the worst idea you ever had.” He smirked and kissed you again.
➟warnings: Please don’t read if you’re not old enough! Language and sex
With the new song releasing and music video, to say your husband has been occupied at work would be an oversimplification. Lately, he was awake and out of the house before you woke and home after you went to sleep. You tried to be understanding; however, you began to worry that he wasn’t taking care of himself the way he should.
After stopping to grab lunch and his favorite smoothie, you headed to the studio. In typical Leader Bang Chan form, he didn’t check his phone so you opted to text ChangBin.
It was quickly confirmed that Chan was not taking his advice about self-care. ChangBin said he has been moody for the last week, if not longer. Not that you would know, you haven’t seen him in at least that long.
Opening the practice room door you saw they must have been practicing for the Thunderous video. You caught sight of Chan in the mirror. His chest was bandaged and jacket open, allowing a full view of his toned upper body. It was hard to tear your eyes away. You missed him.
When your presence was noticed he called for a break. Everyone was pleased and hurried from the room.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, irritation lacing his voice. You walked up and placed his lunch and smoothie next to him.
“Who are you talking to,” you asked, turning his face to meet his eyes. “Beause I know for a fact it isn’t me Christopher Bang.” You relaxed next to him and kicked off your heels, wiggling your toes. Unpacking his lunch you handed him a hamburger and fries. His eyes softened as your fingers brushed his, handing him the smoothie. “I bet you’re hungry. Here, eat.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing your leg. “It’s been a rough few weeks.” You giggled as he hurried and ate the food. “Thank you, this is good,” he said with a full mouth.
“When was the last time you actually slept,” you asked softly? It was easy to see the dark circles under his eyes. “I don’t see you at home, baby. You need to slow down a little and take care of yourself.” He agreed and sighed.
“We’ve been working a lot. I know,” he acknowledged. “I’m sorry, baby” He was finished with his lunch and he tapped his lap. “Come ‘ere. I’ve missed you.”
You smiled and took your place on his lap, legs straddling his waist. “I’ve missed this,” you said against his lips. You worked your fingers through his hair and smiled when he closed his eyes. “Can I ask you something,” you inquired? He hummed, letting you know he was listening. “How does anyone get any work done if you are thrusting those hips with your tiddies hanging out?” You ran your hands over his chest and stomach.
He tossed his head back and laughed. Clutching your waist he held you down and he rolled his hips into you. “Did you like what you saw,” he whispered in your ear. Taking the lead from him, you rocked your hips back against his.
“I don’t know, baby,” you purred, “I haven’t seen it in a while. I forgot what it was like.” Grabbing the back of your head he pulled you in for a rough kiss. You tugged his lip in your teeth, coaxing a sinful moan from his lips.
“I have half a mind to take you right here,” he growled, gripping your ass. “Do you want that?” You moaned and pressed against him harder, sucking on his neck.
“Come home with me, Chris,” you pleaded, “Please. You need to relax and I know how to help you.” He knew you meant business when you called him that. It was the name you used when he made love to you or when he was in serious trouble. He really hoped it wasn’t the latter of the two.
Suddenly, the door swung open leaving Jeonjin, Seungmin, and Hyunjin to hurry and cover each other’s eyes. Felix stood behind the trio, laughing.
“I told you I heard them making married sounds in here,” Minho announced. “You guys need to be quieter.” You hid your face in Chan’s chest, trying to not die from embarrassment.
“Good,” Han said, strolling into the room and taking the last of the smoothie that was long forgotten. “Maybe he’ll be in a better mood.” Han winked at you.
“He’s not wrong,” ChangBin said, “Go home. Go with her. Just get out of here.”
“Ok, come on,” Chan agreed, kissing you repeatedly, “Since I’m not wanted here. Let’s go home.”
You were barely through the bedroom door when he quickly removed your clothes. Knowing how hard he’s been working, you knew this was simply about stress relief. To say you cared would have been a huge lie. The only thing on your mind was being under your husband in the most carnal way.
He pushed you to the bed, and without warning, he was fully inside you. You gasped in surprise, causing him to search your face to make sure he didn’t hurt you. Pulling him down into a kiss, you begged him to move. His thrusts were long and forceful. Throwing your head back a string of explicit words, moans, and pleads fell from your lips.
Hearing him grunt and moan above you only pushed you closer to the edge. He could feel how close you were to climax. “Hold on, baby,” he grunted in your ear, “Hold on.” Unable to form a sentence, you only nodded. Hooking your leg with his arm, he was now deeper than before. “You feel so good around me,” he whimpered.
“Please,” you whined, “Please, don’t stop.” He grinned and nibbled at your nipples. Arching your back, you gave him better access to your breasts. “I can’t. Please,” you begged him, “I want you to cum in me.”
“Is that so, baby? You want me to cum in you,” he grunted and thrust harder? “You want my baby? Not until I hear you scream my name, baby girl,” he demanded. You bucked your hips into his. It was getting too hard to wait for him.
“Fuck, seriously,” you cried. Your eyes met his and he snapped his hips against yours. “Ah, Chris!” Sucking on your ear he moaned your name. “Chris, please! You feel so good inside me.” Abruptly he began rolling his hips instead of the rough thrusting.
“Cum for me, baby,” he moaned in your ear, “Be a good girl.” You clawed at his back as you clenched around him. His movements became sloppy as you felt him release inside of you. Collapsing on top of you, he kissed your forehead. “Are you ok,” he asked, searching your face? Smiling, you kissed his lips. “Good. Let me get you a towel.”
He quickly returned with a warm towel, and a bottle of water. After cleaning up, you crawled back onto the bed and into the arms of your husband. Sweeping your hair back, he kissed your head and sighed. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he said softly, “Even if I don’t know I need it.”
You smiled to yourself and drew light circles on his naked chest. The steady rise and fall of his chest was a tell-tell sign he was sleeping.
“I love you, Channie,” you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“But Princess,” ChangBin cried, “I haven’t seen you at all this week. I miss you.” It was easy to hear him sulk on the phone.
“Binnie,” you said sternly, “I have to study. You know if you show up we’ll end up in bed… not studying.” A giggle erupted in your throat as you heard his tiny tantrum.
“Fine. But after this exam you’re all mine,” he haggled with you.
“Sounds great, honey,” you answer absent-mindedly. “I’ll call you tonight before bed, yeah?” Making kissy sounds you quickly disconnected the call.
ChangBin stared at his phone slightly annoyed that he was dismissed so quickly but immensely impressed at your dedication to finishing school. Despite the emptiness from missing you, he continued his day as normal. It wasn’t until Chan told him to call it a day, it was already late into the night he realized you hadn’t called.
“Felix, bring the car around,” ChangBin requested. Listening to the man on the other end he nodded his head. “Yeah. We’ll make one stop before her apartment.”
Knowing your roommate was out of town this weekend, ChangBin let himself into your apartment. All the lights were on and he could hear the television from your room. He bit his lip annoyed again that he hadn’t heard from you; however, Stepping into the kitchen his heart broke.
You were sleeping on the island. Your laptop is open and the pen is still in your hand. He knew the way you hunched over the surface that you couldn’t be comfortable. Placing a few items on the counter, he closed your laptop and carefully stacked your book and notes.
He stroked your cheek and called your name softly. Being a light sleeper, that would typically wake you up but you didn’t budge. He wondered how many nights you spent like this.
Not being a cook by any stretch of the imagination, ChangBin made you a sandwich. Not much, but stacked high with meat, cheese, and vegetables. Once satisfied, be put a little more effort into waking you up.
“Y/N,” he said louder, massaging your back, “Wake up, baby.” You shifted and slapped him away. “Come on, wake up.” He bent down and laid his head on your arms. Blinking slowly, you smiled when you saw his face.
“Hi,” you greeted him. “What are you doing here?” Kissing his lips you stretched and looked around the kitchen. “Wheres, my stuff?” He nodded to the counter and slid you the sandwich.
“You hungry?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “I didn’t want to wake you, but it looked like you needed an intervention.” Smiling at him lovingly you leaned on your elbows and puckered your lips for a kiss. “No. Eat.” You pucker turned to a pout as you held the sandwich.
“Did you make this yourself?” you asked between bites. He nodded and busied himself making a drink for the two of you. “You’re too good to me Mr. Seo.” His shoulders visibly shook as he laughed.
“You’re so dramatic. It’s just a sandwich,” he teased you. Taking the now empty plate he rolled up his sleeves and washed the few dishes he used. “Go change for bed.” His order was simple but left no room for debate.
Slipping into his favorite black silk nightie, you sat on the bed waiting for him. A small gasp left his lips when he saw you.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked loosening his tie. You tried to look flirtatious, but he wasn’t having that tonight. He removed his shirt and pants, folding them and placing them on your wardrobe. “You need to sleep. Your test is in a few days.”
“Then come put me to sleep,” you quipped. Taking you in his arms, he chuckled and laid you on the bed. Running your fingers through his hair, you sighed against his neck.
“Tonight we sleep. Tomorrow we play,” he shushed you. “I’ve got big plans for you once your finished with university.” You moaned against him.
“Oh? Like what?” you asked drowsily. His arms tightened around you and his fingers stroked your back. He knew exactly how to put you to sleep. The beat of his heart pacified you to sleep while he babbled on absent-mindedly.
“I was thinking about flying us to Fiji. The beaches there are stunning,” he said. “We can get some color on this soft skin. Just me and you.” You hummed again, half sleeping. “Or maybe Paris. I think you would enjoy the Eiffel Tower, the Lourve, and the Notre Dame Cathedral. They would be marvelous places to see together.” He kissed your temple and rested his head on yours. “We can walk along the Seine River and visit the Place de la Concorde.”
He beamed at your sleeping face, knowing he was talking to himself now.
“We can visit Rome if you want to instead. The Pantheon and Colosseum are stunning. Of course, we’ll tour the Sistine Chapel.” He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. “We’ll travel the world. Anywhere you want, I don’t care. I just need you by my side.”
genre:onlyheadcanons au: regency au, pride and prejudice au warnings:none word count: 0.8k pairing:none a/n:currently going through a pride and prejudice phase right now. if you want to read an actual p&p au i wrote: the first step
bang chan - mr. bang’s mrs. bennet’s poor nerves
“Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion on my poor nerves.”
“You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these twenty years at least.”
lee minho - “oh, darcy has a lot of money, like a lot”
It was a large, handsome stone building, standing well on rising ground, and backed by a ridge of high woody hills; and in front, a stream of some natural importance was swelled into greater, but without any artificial appearance. Its banks were neither formal nor falsely adorned. Elizabeth was delighted. She had never seen a place for which nature had done more, or where natural beauty had been so little counteracted by an awkward taste. They were all of them warm in their admiration; and at that moment she felt that to be mistress of Pemberley might be something!
seo changbin - “i guess he’s good enough for you”
Elizabeth had the satisfaction of seeing her father taking pains to get acquainted with him; and Mr. Bennet soon assured her that he was rising every hour in his esteem.
“I admire all my three sons-in-law highly,” said he. “Wickham, perhaps, is my favourite; but I think I shall like your husband quite as well as Jane’s.”
hwang hyunjin - moments before disaster
“May I hope, madam, for your interest with your fair daughter Elizabeth, when I solicit for the honour of a private audience with her in the course of this morning?”
Before Elizabeth had time for anything but a blush of surprise, Mrs. Bennet answered instantly, “Oh dear!—yes—certainly. I am sure Lizzy will be very happy—I am sure she can have no objection. Come, Kitty, I want you up stairs.” And, gathering her work together, she was hastening away, when Elizabeth called out:
“Dear madam, do not go. I beg you will not go. Mr. Collins must excuse me. He can have nothing to say to me that anybody need not hear. I am going away myself.”
“No, no, nonsense, Lizzy. I desire you to stay where you are.” And upon Elizabeth’s seeming really, with vexed and embarrassed looks, about to escape, she added: “Lizzy, I insist upon your staying and hearing Mr. Collins.”
han jisung - “i’m not good at talking” “that sounds like a you problem”
“I certainly have not the talent which some people possess,” said Darcy, “of conversing easily with those I have never seen before. I cannot catch their tone of conversation, or appear interested in their concerns, as I often see done.”
“My fingers,” said Elizabeth, “do not move over this instrument in the masterly manner which I see so many women’s do. They have not the same force or rapidity, and do not produce the same expression. But then I have always supposed it to be my own fault—because I will not take the trouble of practising. It is not that I do not believe my fingers as capable as any other woman’s of superior execution.”
lee felix - pretty girls everywhere
“I would not be so fastidious as you are,” cried Bingley, “for a kingdom! Upon my honour, I never met with so many pleasant girls in my life as I have this evening; and there are several of them you see uncommonly pretty.”
“You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room,” said Mr. Darcy, looking at the eldest Miss Bennet.
“Oh! she is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld! But there is one of her sisters sitting down just behind you, who is very pretty, and I dare say very agreeable. Do let me ask my partner to introduce you.”
kim seungmin - the world’s most pretentious compliment
“Oh! certainly,” cried his faithful assistant, “no one can be really esteemed accomplished who does not greatly surpass what is usually met with. A woman must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages, to deserve the word; and besides all this, she must possess a certain something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her address and expressions, or the word will be but half deserved.”
“All this she must possess,” added Darcy, “and to all this she must yet add something more substantial, in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading.”
“I am no longer surprised at your knowing only six accomplished women. I rather wonder now at your knowing any.”
yang jeongin - clowns are meant to be laughed at
“But upon my honour, I do not. I do assure you that my intimacy has not yet taught me that. Tease calmness of manner and presence of mind! No, no; I feel he may defy us there. And as to laughter, we will not expose ourselves, if you please, by attempting to laugh without a subject. Mr. Darcy may hug himself.”
“Mr. Darcy is not to be laughed at!” cried Elizabeth. “That is an uncommon advantage, and uncommon I hope it will continue, for it would be a great loss to me to have many such acquaintances. I dearly love a laugh.”
genre: only headcanons au: non-idol au/post-idol au warnings: one instance of swearing word count: 0.2k pairing:none a/n:no pictures, just vague descriptions
bang chan
➵ script on his wrist with a reminder to take care of himself ➵ probably handwritten by his mom/other members of skz ➵ gets a minimalist compass on the other wrist
lee minho
➵ just a bunch of random bullshit on his chest and back (sticker style) ➵ all color, no black and white ➵ definitely a cat-related tattoo somewhere (in my head, he has catnip on his ribcage, read the fic i wrote here)
seo changbin
➵ black and white full sleeve ➵ spent way too much time trying to weave in as many elements as possible ➵ an allegorical piece about his struggles
hwang hyunjin
➵ full back piece ➵ designed it himself but modeled it after renaissance paintings ➵ black and white because he’s dramatic like that
han jisung
➵ studio ghibli and anime themed tattoos ➵ small, minimalist ➵ loves them all so much, he accidentally starts a sticker style sleeve
lee felix
➵ hear me out, leg sleeve ➵ neo-traditional flowers and animals in color ➵ flower and color symbolism everywhere
kim seungmin
➵ surrealist tattoo that follows the flow of his bicep ➵ if he flexes, it’ll warp in a really cool way ➵ black and white with some red accents
yang jeongin
➵ new school style tattoo on his forearm ➵ probably an animal-food hybrid ➵ gets a corresponding animal-drink hybrid on his ankle
genre:fluff au:non-idol au warnings:swearing word count: 1.3k pairing: gn!reader x ot8
bang chan - tying his tie for him
On the morning he has to give a presentation to the board, he comes out of the bathroom and asks you to help him tie his tie. Still in a sleepy haze, you stumble out of bed and nearly trip over your own feet. While he reviews his presentation notes, his warm breath grazing across the tops of your knuckles, you fumble with the strip of fabric, wondering why your fingers feel so leaden. Oh, that’s because you don’t really know how to tie a tie even when you’re wide awake. You curse when you realize that you’ve ended up playing cat’s cradle with yourself.
“You don’t know how to do this, huh?” he says, smiling.
“I don’t know why you even asked me,” you grumble as you reach for your phone, hoping that the first web result will be an easy tutorial.
“Because it always makes me laugh.”
“Asshole.”
lee minho - singing in the car, getting lost upstate
The spontaneous road trip is your idea, so you’re the one driving, which means that it’s time to roll the windows down, blast the music loud, and shout all of the lyrics until you lose your voice. Minho is making up the words as he goes, hyping you up when he can’t make up any more lyrics to the cheesy hype songs you like so much. It’s not until the sun is almost down that you realize that you haven’t been attention to your surroundings at all. Gone are the typical street signs and establishments; how the fuck are you guys in the middle of nowhere?
“We’re definitely lost,” you say. “Can you pull up the GPS?”
“There’s no service out here. Turn around, maybe there’s signal back there.”
You comply and keep driving, waiting for him to announce that he’s got a signal, and after a few heart-stopping seconds, he finally does.
“Told you we should’ve have picked a destination,” he jokes. “We could have died.”
“But that’s why it’s fun!”
seo changbin - kissing in the rain
Thick, gray clouds predicate the rainstorm, so you and Changbin wait excitedly under the porch until the rain starts falling. Item number 17 on the relationship bucket list: kiss in the rain. When it finally begins, Changbin drags you out into the backyard, pulling you close only when your hair and clothes are thoroughly drenched. His own shirt is soaked through, revealing his muscles underneath, making you blush when he catches you staring. With a great big grin, he puts his lips on yours. It’s hot and cold all at once but not in a good way.
“We’re never doing this again,” you gasp, trying not to drink any of the water dripping down your nose. “Or maybe when it’s not storming.”
“I heard it’s going to drizzling tomorrow,” he slyly says. “We can try again. I’m down if you’re down.”
“I’m down if there’s no downpour.”
hwang hyunjin - giving flowers to him
This problem would not have existed if you were less stingy, but you are not, so here you are, traipsing through the ancient rose bushes on your property, trying not to get pricked by any thorns. In one gloved hand, you have kitchen scissors, and in the other, a measly three pink roses. The red roses never seem to bloom, and you wonder if this is a omen. You find a yellow rose that looks presentable and add it to your flimsy bouquet. Unfortunately, those are the only four roses that aren’t on the verge of dying, so you head inside to surprise Hyunjin with what you have.
“What’s this?” he says, trying to hold in a laugh.
You hide your bandaged hand behind your back. “Proof that I love you. I would have bought you nice ones, but my blood’s on these, so they’re worth more.”
“We’re doing blood sacrifices, huh?”
“Only the best for my love.”
han jisung - leaving notes for each other
While Jisung writes notes to you on the loveliest stationery ever, you are not quite as romantic as he is and prefer to use whatever you have lying around, be it the back of a take-out receipt or a ripped out corner of a flyer. Your note to him today is on a brown paper bag. Using a black marker, you copy the lines from a poem across the top and leave the bag beside his collection of mugs, only to spy a cream-colored piece of paper nestled in between two red mugs. With a smile, you pluck it out and unfold it. In the nicest calligraphy ever, complete with extraneous flourishes, it reads Bitch.Of course you have to add your very own elegant “bitch” to end of that very sweet poem.
When Jisung comes out to the kitchen for breakfast, he spies your note immediately. After he reads it, without looking up, he says, “Bitch.”
You kiss him good morning on the cheek. “Bitch.”
lee felix - breakfast in bed
In your half-awake state, you feel the bed shift, but since you spent last night holding back your friend’s hair, you think nothing of it and fall back into a deeper slumber. The next thing you know, the sun is in your lidded eyes, and Felix is gently shaking you. You barely register his morning greeting and mumble something unintelligible back before sitting up in bed. Unfortunately, since your eyes are still shut and since he gave no warning that a tray of food was balancing over your body, breakfast goes flying everywhere. Say goodbye to toast, eggs, bacon, and a glass of orange juice.
“I’m so sorry,” you moan as you take in the mess on the blanket and the carpet. “I’ll clean it up.”
“No, it’s okay. I got it.”
That doesn’t deter you. You gingerly step onto the floor and pick up the two pieces of toast. “What are you talking about? Sunday mornings are made for this.”
kim seungmin - sharing an umbrella
It sounded like a cute idea at first, but it’s absolutely horrible in practice because Seungmin has a tiny, tiny umbrella. It’s a green frog umbrella with pop-up eyes, which confirms your suspicions that it was made for a child, but you step under it anyway. The walk to the car from the museum is long, and you and he struggle to stay dry beneath the small canopy. It doesn’t matter that you’re practically hugging him; neither of you are safe. His wool sweater scratches against your own, and you keep bracing yourself for a shock of static every time he shifts the umbrella handle in his hand.
“Told you we should have brought my funeral umbrella,” you say as an incoming gust pelts your damp cheek with more rain.
His entire left side is drenched, but he smiles anyway. “You don’t like frogs?”
“Frogs like getting wet, I do not. Hey, stop trying to shield me.”
So he pushes the umbrella into your hands and runs out into the rain, laughing maniacally as he splashes into a puddle.
“You’re going to catch a cold tomorrow!” you shout, chasing after him.
yang jeongin - dancing ‘round the kitchen in the refrigerator light
At midnight, the windows are open, a summer song plays from Jeongin’s laptop, and the smell of pancakes wafts all throughout the kitchen. Jeongin is at the counter, topping his pile of pancakes with an abundance of whipped cream, while you dance around him on your tiptoes. He joins during the next song and sways his arms in the air before grabbing both of your hands. The two of you spin around in circles, laughing until you can no longer breathe properly. You dizzily stumble into the counter, hitting your ribs and feet against the counter.
You let out a long swear, completely ruining the atmosphere. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”
He’s concerned, but a faint smile appears anyway. “Are you sure? Because your hand is in a plate of pancakes.”
genre: fluff au: break up au warnings: none word count: 0.1k pairing: gn!reader x ot8 a/n: i’m about 90% joking lol
bang chan
He takes you out to a fancy candle-lit dinner. Cue the Legally Blonde levels of confusion.
lee minho
He sends you a card that says “Sorry For Your Loss” with a picture of him and his cats attached.
seo changbin
He writes you a song listing the reasons why for the breakup. It becomes a viral hit.
hwang hyunjin
He ghosts you. Takes all of his things, blocks you everywhere, and straight up moves to a new city.
han jisung
He does it over text, through emojis. It’s wildly confusing, but the broken hearts at the end clarify everything.
lee felix
He bakes you the most elaborate cake you have ever seen in your life. It’s really disappointing when you see the “I’m Breaking Up With You” lettering on top.
kim seungmin
He sends you a bouquet and a chart of flower meanings. You think the black roses and white lilies made his point obvious.
yang jeongin
He has a long, long speech prepared, and you actually have to interrupt because okay, you get it, no need to pour salt into the wound.
genre: fluff au: non-idol au warnings: none word count: 0.6k pairing: gn!reader x ot8
bang chan - park
Your first date is a complete surprise. He told you to dress nice, so you were expecting to go to a fancy restaurant, but it’s actually a picnic under the stars! He’s got a basket of caprese sandwiches, watermelon slices, and a whole apple pie. While the two of you sit on a red gingham blanket to eat, he makes up silly stories about the stars, and you tell him the real stories about the constellations. He then asks for you to tell him some about the moon, thinking that you don’t know any, but you surprise him with one about two lovers.
lee minho - cat café
His cats are the most important things to him, so he absolutely needs to know if you like them too. Also, a whole afternoon surrounded by cute kitties? Absolute heaven. You are beyond excited when you walk into the café. When you coo over every single cat that passes by and try to pet every one, he has to stop himself from joining in because he can’t let you know his weakness. When a tabby chooses to curl up on your lap and take a nap instead of his, he’s a little offended but simultaneously pleased. If the cats like you, then surely he will.
seo changbin - amusement park
Changbin doesn’t go to amusement parks for the rides. No, he goes to win stuffed animals at the game stalls. He wants to impress you by winning a giant bear at the dart throwing booth, but as it turns out, you’re way better at the game and end up winning it instead. He finds this incredibly hot. The bear sits between you two when you ride the ferris wheel at sunset. Since you can’t kiss him on top of the ferris wheel like you wanted, you kiss the bear instead and make him take it home. It takes you very little convincing.
hwang hyunjin - ice skating rink
Hyunjin knows how not to fall when ice skating, so he’s pretty much an expert. You have limited experience, so you’re clutching the wall for dear life while he coaxes you to trust him and hold onto his arm. When you eventually cave in, you cling to him like a koala as he teaches you how to properly glide instead of just marching along the ice. After a few rounds, you feel brave enough to try on your own, fall, grab hyunjin’s arm in panic, and accidentally bring him down with you. That kiss he gives isn’t an accident though.
han jisung - movie theater
He’s nervous and regretting his choice to watch a horror movie with you. He was betting that you would be scared and that he would be able to hold your hand to comfort you, but the problem is, he’s also scared, and he definitely can’t hold your hand because his palms are sweaty. You both end up panic-eating all of the overpriced popcorn, and now you’re in distress because there’s a popcorn kernel stuck in-between your front teeth. Luckily, both of you agree that since this is a terrible experience, another first date is in order, preferably ones with no horror movies.
lee felix - arcade
If Felix knew how competitive you were, he probably wouldn’t have picked the arcade. You are an absolute demon at air hockey, and he’s convinced that you have to be cheating somehow because there’s no way you scored five goals in a row. Same thing with the basketball free throwing game. When he beats you at DDR, you demand a rematch three times before reluctantly surrendering because he’s just too good. However, the claw machines best the both of you, and you’re the one who has to drag away before he loses all of his money trying to get that alligator plush.
kim seungmin - beach
It turns out to be more like a photography session. With his camera, he photographs you playing in the waves, looking for seashells, and doing your best not to scream when a bundle of seaweed gets tangled in your legs. While he helps you out, you take pictures of him with your phone, laughing as you capture his grimace when he holds up a long strand to show you. Afterwards, he suggests that maybe the boardwalk is a better place to be and offers to split a churro with you. And what do you know, the vendor has heart-shaped churros.
yang jeongin - pottery class
He really wants to reenact the pottery scene from the movie Ghost. The instructor sees this as well, so when she notices that you’re having some trouble getting your cup into the exact shape you want it in, she suggests that jeongin help you out. He sits behind you, cradling your body with his, and gently guides your hands. It’s way more intimate than he expected, and he’s bright red afterwards. You seem too busy with your brand new cup to notice, but when it’s time to paint and glaze a few days later, you guide his hand to draw a perfect heart in the center of his bowl.
☆[nostalgic] summer romance!au bang chan birthday present for my favorite stay! |other skz aus
you don’t like the sun, ergo you don’t really like summer
you’ve never been fond of the heat or the bugs or the overwhelming sense of emptiness that comes with watching the ice in your favorite drink melt too quickly for your liking
so when you are forced to pick up some sort of activity for the summer by your schools requirements you sign up for summer reading with the public library
the library is inside - it has air conditioning - it’s not outside and under the sun
“so explain to me why we are sitting outside, where there is not air conditioner, under the sun in a park when this is supposed to be everything but that?”
hyunjin, the other poor student who’d signed up for the same program, turns to you with a thin lipped smile
“because we’re supposed to recruit kids into the program and where are all the kids during the summertime?”
you sit down in the plastic chair set up in front of a small white table that features the public library’s branch name and a sheet for kids to sign up on
there’s a pile of recommended summer reading for children of all ages stacked up neatly and untouched
no kid in their right mind is going to sign up to read while they’re having fun chasing a ball around - this is literally so dumb.
you ruffle around in your bag to see if you brought extra sunscreen in defeat and hyunjin puts his hand out for it without a word
hours pass just like this
some parents try to usher their kids your way but give up in the end to hold their attention, offering you and hyunjin nothing but polite and sorry smiles
you try to scour out any place with shade to no avail
you have an entire month left of this hell
somewhere in the distance you can hear the sound of laughter and a loud whistle
“is that a summer camp?”
you ask hyunjin who has started, out of boredom, reading an old copy of the magic tree house (an offered book on the summer list)
“yeah - i think that’s the field for soccer camp.”
you put your sweaty forehead down onto the table and groan
“even eight hours of soccer sounds better than this.”
your first day is uneventful and still somehow extremely draining
when you get home you lay face down with the fan on blast and think about calling the library to quit
but guilt clouds over you: what about the kids who might want to sign up for the program, what about leaving poor hyunjin out there by himself, what about…….these stupid credits for school
in the end you decide you’ll stick with it - maybe you’ll pick up crocheting to help you pass the time
the second, third, and fourth day all pass the same way
one kid signs up for the program and it isn’t even a kid - it’s their parent who spends half an hour at the table telling you and hyunjin about how stressful raising children is
you two just stare up at them and melt under their ramblings and the unforgiving sun
on the first friday of the worst decision of your life - hyunjin almost quits and you have to bribe him with ice cream from the truck so he doesn’t leave you
he agrees, for the price of two strawberry cheesecake bars
when you head to the truck to retrieve the briberies you notice a long line of kids all dressed in soccer uniforms
they’re crowding around someone who is ordering at the window
his shoulders are wide and muscular underneath a tight sports top and he has an accent that makes itself more prevalent when he tells one of the kids to hold on a minute - laughing when they seemingly pout up at him
you’re curious to see what that person looks like - you assume he’s one of the counselors from that soccer camp
but you miss the opportunity as he gathers over ten different types of ice cream in his hands and is hoarded onto by the kids
when you get to the window the poor ice cream man tells you not to order the sonic ice-pop, he just sold out
“do you know any of the people working at that summer camp?”
you as hyunjin as you hand over his ice cream and he shakes some hair from face as he peels open the packaging
“i know changbin, he’s supposed to be working there this summer with some new guy - apparently he just moved here.”
you think that this ‘new guy’ is probably the one who was in front of you in the ice cream line
“do you know his n-”
you stop mid sentence to watch the strawberry ice cream melt over the wrapper and hyunjin’s fingers and right onto the pile of library books.
yeah. this is definitely the worst decision of my life.
hyunjin is apparently “sick” on monday. so you’re alone at the table when a lone soccer ball rolls right to your feet
you look up from the ‘how to crochet: for beginners’ video you’re watching on your phone to pick it up.
“sorry, i had no clue i would kick it this far!”
you look up and squint in the sun to see the person standing before you
but the accent gives their identity away immediately
smiling down at you are kind brown eyes and perfectly straight white teeth
the beads of sweat on his forehead look more like diamonds, and he smells good - which must be a feat if you’re running around under the scorching sun playing sports all day
“uh-”
you lose the ability to speak for a second before you realize his hands are out stretched for the ball
“r-right. here you go.”
he thanks you and tucks the ball under his arm, “is hyunjin not here today?”
“you know hyunjin?”
he gives a deep chuckle, “not really. changbin - the guy i work with does. he said he’d be here but i only, well i only see you.”
‘i only see you’. someone so hot should not be able to just say that so casually
“ah yeah he’s out “sick” - note the air quotes.”
this time the chuckle is a genuine laugh and he uses his free hand to hold his stomach
“now i know why he’s changbin’s friend. i’m bang chan by the way.”
he extends his hand out at first and then jumps back a bit, “sorry - my palms a little sweaty”, wiping it on his side and then offering it again
you take it and try not to think about how much larger it is in comparison to yours
you tell him your name and chan seemingly wants to stay, when a loud whistle from the field catches his attention
“i gotta go, but i’ll see you around yeah?”
he waves and jogs off, leaving you in a bit of a limbo
it wears off after a bit of time and you go back to doing absolutely nothing but flipping through the books again and trying to help some parents here and there get their kid to stand still long enough to sign up
when the day ends you realize you’re going to have to carry everything back to the library by yourself
you groan, even though it’s already evening, the sun isn’t letting up and you start to clear the table slowly
“need help?”
you turn around and chan is there, a duffel bag over his shoulder and a towel around his neck
“oh it’s fine, the library is around the block so-”
“i’ll carry the table.”
he doesn’t even put his things down, just easily tips the table over to fold it up and picks it up on it’s side
you don’t even have time to refuse the help again, so you just gather your sheet and books and follow him out of the park
“are you here every day?”
he asks and you sort of try to put your hand on the table, but chan manages to stay enough steps ahead of you
“j-just the weekdays. and it’s fine i can carry the-”
he laughs, but shakes his head
“two pairs of hands are better than one.”
you return everything to the library, usually you get a mini lecture about the lack of kids who’ve signed up, but this time even the librarian seems starstruck by chan’s looks and friendly charm
you are trying to think of a way to thank him without looking like a fool and stuttering over your words
when chan points to the left, “i gotta take the bus home.”
you blink and point in the opposite direction, “the bus is that way.”
chan’s ears go red and it turns out he’s the one stuttering as he explains that he only got here at the beginning of the summer so everything is new and confusing
without thinking you go, “if you want i can show you around some time.”
realizing only after you’ve said it how forward that is
only chan brightens, his already cheerful smile seems to glow stronger
“i’ll take you up on that offer!”
you say goodbye to one and other - and you try to ignore the thumping of your heart in your chest but it resounds into your ears
so loud you can barely hear anything else as you make your own way home
i mean, he’s just being nice. he seems like the type to do that - just be nice to be polite. so let’s not think anything of it.
hyunjin is out sick again the next day, he texts that a summer flu can last up to a week! to which you reply to with several choice emojis, but once again chan is there at the end of the day
helping you carry everything back to the library
you finally learn that he is definitely working at the soccer camp and he moved from overseas for school
when you ask what he’s studying, he gives kind of a faltering smile and says he’s going in undecided
something seems sad in his tone - and you think it’s a little contradictory to move to another country for a university program you aren’t even majoring in
but you don’t push it and confess that you’re kind of iffy on your future too
chan seems to perk up slightly at your openness, he jokingly goes: “becoming an adult is harder than you think, right?”
you heave your shoulders in agreement but go, “it’s inevitable though. we all have to grow up some day.”
the librarian ignores you completely this time, fawning over chan for his kindness
when you say goodbye to each other this time - chan says he’ll help you tomorrow too
tomorrow comes and finally hyunjin is back, but even so chan still shows up when it’s time for you two to pack up and hyunjin immediately reads his gaze
becoming aware of something you are still clueless too
picking up the stack of books, hyunjin leaves you to help chan with the table
of course, chan carries it himself, and you just keep stride at his side and listen to a lighthearted story about one of the kids at his camp
this sort of becomes a routine for the next week or so
chan shows up after work to help you and hyunjin pack up, but hyunjin always insists on leaving first - giving you and chan the alone time of the five minute walk to the library
you suspect hyunjin is doing it on purpose, and you think he’s teasing - but chan always seems to give him a look that hyunjin reciprocates and you just can’t seem to read
one day, chan shows up an hour earlier - he says work let out right after afternoon practice and he thought he’d come by and help you and hyunjin out
you tell him he’s free to come fry in the sun with the two of you, to which chan asks
“sounds like you’re not a summer person?”
“the sun and i are on questionable terms.”
chan looks around and clicks his tongue, “and there’s no shade in this park. well maybe this will help?”
he pulls a light sports jacket out of his duffel bag, walking over to you and draping it over your head - the darkness of the fabric enveloping you before you can fully register what’s going on
“kinda like a sun cloak?”
chan says, squatting down a little to lift the collar hem and look at you
the distance between your faces goes from a lot to very little
up close like this - chan is somehow even more handsome, you can make out the strong lines of his jaw and the way his nose curves down almost perfectly.
he opens his mouth, but no words come out - you both get lost in a seconds long stare
which hyunjin breaks up with a loud clearing of his throat and a, “you two really just need to get a room.”
chan shots back upright and almost tips over from the speed, his neck goes red and he tries to say something back to hyunjin who just tilts his head knowingly in both of your directions
you can only do one thing - pull chan’s jacket over your face
when you finally emerge, hyunjin is gone and chan is sitting in his place and twiddling his thumbs
you tell yourself to think of a way to make this less awkward, but your mind is blank and you’re stuck between dying from the embarrassment and maybe want to find hyunjin and chase him up and down the entire park
“you know…” chan starts and looks at you - you push all your courage up and look back
“if you’d like to still show me around some time, i guess it could also be a …. date?”
when hyunjin comes back, he sees both you and chan are exchanging numbers. with a triumphant grin he sits between the two of you and throw his hands over your shoulders
“so - am i invited on the date too?”
the first place you take chan, when you two meet up on the weekend, is to your favorite fast food place
only to realize that he’s probably a healthy eater and you try to find something on the menu that is more green and low in carbs
but chan just tells you, he’s a person - and he has cheat days - so you two splurge and chan even gets a milkshake after
when he can’t finish it he offers it to you absentmindedly and you don’t even know what flavor it is until you take your first sip
strawberry, maybe we are soulmates
you take chan everywhere you can, you try to fill up the day with as much as possible
and as the evening dwindles down, chan comments that he never knew you had so much energy - you always look so down when you’re at the park
you mutter that it’s the fact that you’re in one place - you should have picked something that at least let you move around
“you can come coach soccer with me?”
you look at chan with an eye roll and he grins back
“i don’t have the endurance and i can’t handle more than one kid at a time.”
“ah yeah, then you’d have an issue with your co-worker.”
“who, you?”
“changbin. there’s already one kid too much on my plate.”
you giggle and chan bites back his lip, stopping on the sidewalk as you slow down too
“is there any place in town that you really love?”
it takes you a moment to understand his question
“what do you mean?”
“like a place that’s special on another level, i’ve never had one because i move around a lot but people say they have places in their home town that really mean something.”
you think and then nod, chan out stretches his hand
“take me there?”
it’s actually on the other side of the park and field you and chan have been spending your summer in
it’s the side that is more green, with actual shade, but less foot traffic because it’s still dirt in some places and nothing has really been built there for a while
past a couple of old benches, you show chan a bush that sits between two big trees and look at him with an apologetic sigh
“i used to hide here when i was a kid. i know it’s not really beautiful, not a sunset on the beach or top of the mountain thing. but when i was smaller i could just sit here and be alone. and the trees always kept the sun out.”
chan looks at the small matted center between the branches, neither you or him can fit in their anymore
you imagine your younger self there, picking petals off of wild flowers or writing in your old diary
you look at chan and he seems like he’s also thinking about something, maybe he’s seeing himself there too
“remember when i told you i don’t know what i want to major in?”
he starts without returning your gaze
“the reality is my family wants me to become an athlete. actually, not even my family - it feels like the whole world wants that.”
the deepness of his voice falters, like a guitar suddenly playing an out of tune note
you do what’s natural and step closer to him, your hand squeezes his palm
“don’t get me wrong, i think it’s what i’m meant for too. i mean - i’ve always been good at it and i like it but-”
this time he does look at you, and the summer moon is suddenly showing its face over his shoulder - illuminating him softly
“but i don’t think i’ll be happy if i do it.”
“just because every one else thinks so, doesn’t mean you’re meant to do it chan.”
the words fall from you before you can stop them. you know what he’s feeling and you want to let him in on the lesson you’ve been learning yourself.
“you are meant to be happy, and you’re meant to grow for yourself and not for others. you become an adult for yourself, you live life for yourself and not for any one else.”
he swallows and turns so his entire body is facing your own
“i want-” he can’t finish the sentence, you’re not sure if it’s because he’s just pausing himself or if he really doesn’t know what comes after
instead he leans in and pulls you up close. he doesn’t kiss you, he seems to waiver because he wants your consent, and so you give it to him with a small tilt of your head.
that night you lay in bed thinking about everything chan shared with you and what you said to him
it makes your heart ache, but when your eyes close you think of the softness and curve of his upper lip.
you think about the way he holds your waist with both his hands clasped around you.
“i always knew he was in to you by the way, that’s why i kept leaving you two in your little love bubble.”
hyunjin says the next day as you’re setting up the table in the park
“and how did you know oh wise one?”
“he looked at you and it was written all over his face.”
“how come i didn’t see it?”
hyunjin shrugs, “because it was written all over yours too.”
the days fall into each other again, but now they feel less and less sluggish because chan comes around more often
bringing his hoard of campers with him sometimes and even changbin who asks you right off the bat how you’d rank chan as a kisser
chan gasps and covers the ears of the kid closest to him but you shyly raise your hands up to show all ten fingers
changbin gives chan a slap on the back that resounds all throughout the park
your dates with chan all endless laughter and conversation and showing him what life is like in this town while also getting to know more and more about who he is
slowly it comes out that the muscle and sporty attitude is just the top layer to someone who is so deeply creative and passionate about music and the arts
you have so much new music to listen to because of him and he goes way harder than you expect when you, him, hyunjin and changbin go out to karaoke
of course chan’s never ending energy is able to be soft and tender, as it is when he kisses you - everywhere he can reach and how he reels in the strength to handle you with the utmost care
when the librarian sees him give you a kiss before you go in to get your things, she stops you and for the first time all summer gives you a thumbs up
of course, summer can’t last forever, and the early signs of fall show their face
the soccer camp ends and you go to the final game - held against another local camp to cheer chan on
he looks so natural on the field, and he looks even more natural with the kids
it’s no surprise that a career in sports would fit him - but finally the topic of school comes back up
and you sit cross legged on the empty soccer field, chan’s jacket around your shoulders and his soccer whistle you stole around your neck
and you go
“have you decided?”
he pauses and tries to give you the look that is supposed to get him out of these situations, it doesn’t work and you ask again
“i want-”
he stops again and then sits back you get up and stand over him, looking down into his handsome face
you take it in your hands and ask again
“chan, tell me the truth and only the truth. what do you want?”
his gaze doesn’t falter
“i want you.”
he pulls you down and ontop of him, supporting your fall with his own body as he kisses you
as much as you want to let him leave you breathless, you pull back and open your mouth to tell him to please be serious
but chan knows what you’re going to say before you do so he finally blurts it out
“i want to do music. i want to major in music.”
a smile blooms on your face - chan swears it nearly brings back the summer sun as you embrace him with a flurry of happy noises
he rolls you two over and grins down at you
“now that i told you, can we go back to kissing?”
in the future, years down the line, you look back on this moment with him and chan swears he wouldn’t be here - doing what he loves - if it weren’t for you
as you look around his music studio, you see all his hard work, you say that it was all chan
the stupid summer sun had a little to do with it back when you were younger, but you’re never going to admit that out loud
when chan gets up from his work, placing his headphones on the table and letting you lead him out to get dinner he jokingly goes,
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“you’re stepping on my foot.”
“deal with it.”
“you’re so bossy, no wonder the kids don’t like you.”
“do you want me to stomp on your foot next, jisung?”
he smirks in response
a half chuckle from nervousness because you might actually do it if he’s not careful
and another because just getting this response from you makes him giddy
the other camp counselors roll their eyes at the usual banter between you - head of troop 4 and him - head of troop 8
every summer is the same story
the infamous you vs. jisung rivalry
in everything from team sports to arts and crafts to lunch chores
the rumor going around is that it all started when you two were both campers instead, years ago, chasing each other all around the grounds and giving your troop leaders at the time the biggest headaches of their lives
now all this time later, you two weren’t campers anymore
and yet
your fighting still managed to cause a wave of groans heard deep deep into the forest and sky
but right now, under the canopy of the main cabin
everything seems to be just a little more tense
your hands are on his shoulders and jisung’s are on your waist
excitable troop 11 leader minho is standing five feet away
pointing to the two of you as an example for the troves of pre-teens that are sitting criss-cross on the floor
“now, for some of you this might be your first formal bonfire dance and i know youre excited, but we have to go over the dancing rules. first rule: keep a safe distance.”
you and jisung are obliging by that rule perfectly
there is no way you’re about to press any closer to him, and you’re sure he returns the sentiment
minho weaves his hands into the space between your bodies just to make a point
it somehow seems to push the heat and familiar woodsy smell that comes off jisung toward you, it tickles at you skin and you want to swat it away
but you keep rigid and ignore minho’s wrist that bumps your hip
you truly wish he’d just hurry up as
this is getting beyond embarrassing
probably because you are the least suitable couple for this demonstration, you literally hate each other and due to some kind of misstep on your part or the stars refusing to align today
you ended up here
“second rule, you should let your partner lead. in this case, jisung will lead.”
you try to mute your scoff, but it comes out loud and echoes. jisung does that dumb smirk of his again.
“third rule: for slow dances, go in a square formation. like so.”
minho clears his throat and throws you two a look
you throw it back at him because -hello, you only agreed to stand still in this position not actually dance
but jisung suddenly curls the hand that’s on your waist a little tighter and with a confident nudge starts swaying you two in the devastatingly awkward silence
“minho, can we at least have some music?”
you hiss, you feel your skin hot with humiliation
“right right.”
it’s some popular ballad from a drama you didn’t bother to watch, you try to concentrate on the sad lyrics
because jisung is effortlessly moving you two through the beat
and the blatantly obvious difference in his fluid like movements
and your creaky, robotic ones is justcrushingyou
the song - after what seems like a million years, accompanied with minho’s chattering - finally comes to an end
jisung twirls you around and when you come up on the turn
you expect to see it for the third time
his smirk
but he’s not smirking, let alone even smiling. he’s just staring at you as if something other than embarrassment is scrawled across your face
you take offense to it - why wouldn’t you? you’re enemies
and you harshly tug your hand from his
without a word you return to your clustered troop at the back of the cabin and jisung shuffles to join his too
you don’t notice it, you’re busy doing your head count but he throws a glance over his shoulder
did you really hate it that much?
the bonfire dance rolls around at the end of the week
it’s been the same old routine up until then
your troops going head to head in anything and everything, you and jisung barking at each other like angry dogs and doing whatever possible to get on each others nerves
you have effectively erased the whole dance tutorial stunt minho had pulled on you both from your mind
(and the mind of everyone else that even tried to bring it up)
and with the way jisung was acting, you suspect he had too
and now - under the fairy lights and smell of barbecue
you watch the kids mingle and laugh, the music isn’t that loud - so you can still make out the buzz of words here and there when you hear
“dance?”
you turn around and jisung is standing there. he straightens up and you see the bright, orange tshirt all the counselors wear and the handmade bracelets from his troop on his wrist
you see the cargo pants you make fun of him for wearing all summer long
and the bandana that hangs out of the right pocket
his eyes wide like those of a frightened rabbit on a hiking path in the mid afternoon
if he was anyone else in the world, and not the him that you’ve known for years, you would have been smitten
which you find both hilarious and mortifying
“what?”
“are you not going to dance?”
ah, so you’re here to finally make fun of me for not being able to dance. what else could i expect from han jisung-
“do you want to dance with me?”
in an only natural reaction you scrunch up your nose and eyebrows, glare at him and go
“what? no. of course not.”
“why not?”
“because -”
“i want to dance with you.”
he blinks in perfect clarity, like what he’s just said is some kind of given and not an anomaly that’s been built up for years
“jisung - i dont know what you are getting at, but it isn’t funny-”
he puts a hand out and his warm fingertips brush yours
the dance, the buzz of other people, the music, the food, all of it melts out of the frame of your mind
you still step back and away from him and jisung doesn’t move
“im not being funny. please dance with me.”
“i can’t dance.”
you blurt out, even though he’s the last person you want to confess that too
but this is so weird and you feel suddenly like the only person in the world
“that’s ok. we don’t have to dance here.”
part of you is sure it’s an imagination you’ve conjured at the weakest point of this summer
as jisung walks through the lamp lit path to the back of the counselors cabin, out to the little meadow there that’s wet from the rain that came down hours before
you’d watched the droplets from inside the lunch tent, jisung had watched you from three tables over
he stops in the middle of it and you can smell him and the night woods
“no one will see us here.”
his hand finds your waist and you start to tremble
“jisung, what are you doing?”
“im going to dance with you.”
you shake a little more violently
“why, you and i hate e-”
he leans in so fast you almost choke back on the last word when his lips brush yours and his hand on your waist becomes less a feathery touch than a grip that flows a shock through you
“ive never said that, ive never said i hated you”
his lips whisper against yours
“youve never said you hated me either.”
your hands find the front of that obnoxiously bright shirt and you should push him away but you just bunch the fabric up
he doesn’t move
“we should have said it.”
“no.”
he kisses you again, and again, and again, and again until the only thing you can remember is what it feels like to be held so close to him in the warmth of his body
you’re dizzy because you can’t even remember it’s jisung until you are pulling apart because someone is yelling his name and your name
“we should go-”
“will you dance with me later, another time?”
you have a feeling his hand around you won’t let go unless you give him an answer
you look at him - eyes adjusting to the moonlight casting a shadow over his face
“yes, another time.”
a decade later - you’re standing on the floor of a wedding hall
your shoes are stuffy, the chatter of people all around you and the smell of food somewhere down the reception hall
you feel out of place and slightly embarrassed
people are going to start dancing soon, aren’t they? i don’t want to dance…..
you regret coming for a fleeting second - but you couldn’t say no - you’ve known the groom, bang chan, for some time
refusing just because you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself for one dance would just be-
“are you not going to dance?”
the voice comes from behind you and you don’t turn, because you think you cannot be hearing correctly.
“do you want to dance with me?”
a hand takes yours and pivots you toward them slowly
suddenly the wedding halls white walls and lilacs turn to old wood and climbing ivy
the bright orange shirt, the cargo shorts, the big and soft and beautiful eyes
“jisung?”
“i want to dance with you and you said you’d dance with me later, remember - another time.”
his hand in yours reaches forward
and he turns from young and clumsy
to more mature and handsome
with a sharp jaw, long and heavenly features
when he softly tugs you by the waist toward him
you swear you can still smell the trees on him
the memory of a scent from all those years ago
“i cant dance”
you mumble and he reaches his lips down toward your cheek, “that’s ok. we don’t have to dance here.”
you are in the tight hallway between the closed door of the staffs kitchen and the stairs leading up to the second floor of the hall
no one is around, they’re all gone - jisung is holding you close and turning you in small squares
“you’re stepping on my feet”
he whispers and you want to laugh, but you think you feel the tears roll down your eyes when you mutter back
“sorry.”
he shakes his head, and he seems like he wants to pull you right into him. tighter. closer. to make up all this time.
4 young men cowered in their spots on the couch, eyes looking everywhere but at all. Seungmin even had the gall to purse his lips, trying to control the smile threatening to spread across his face. Seconds of silence later-
“You sure you didn’t eat it yourself and forget?”
All heads turned to Jisung, eyes wide. Said boy crumbled under your incensed gaze ( and 3 others), coughing and looking away.
So, this is how they wanted to play it.
“Okay then,” you shrugged, walking back to the kitchen. “I’ll just take my lasagna home then.”
+ pairing: bang chan x female reader + genre: fluff, friends to lovers, non-idol!au + warnings: mentions of food and energy drinks, let me know if i am missing something + word count: 0.9k + requested as part of my Drabble Event #2 + summary: A late-night rendezvous to the grocery store with Chan takes an unexpected turn after your blunt question and his honest confession. + lia’s note: Hello, I hope you’re doing well! I hope you enjoy reading this drabble, I absolutely had so much fun writing this one, it’s super cute.Please, like/reblog this if you enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts through an ask if you feel like it; I am always appreciative of your feedback! As always, happy reading!
When Chan threw a rock at your bedroom window asking if you wanted to join him on a late-night rendezvous at the local grocery store, you didn’t think twice. After grabbing your jacket and climbing down the stairs, you found him parked in front of your driveway, the engine breaking the underwhelming silence of the night.
You quickly joined him inside his car and soon enough, he was driving the two of you through the quiet and empty streets of this town, stopping at every red light only to increase the volume of the radio slightly so the two of you could sing even louder than before. These small moments were what you loved the most whenever you were with him. They were simple and happened in a blink of an eye, but their impact left you with memories that never faded. If anything, time only made them stronger and more precious.
After he parked his car at the grocery store, the two of you started to make your way towards the entrance.
“So… what are we buying this time?” You asked Chan as you walked backwards so you could face him. “Is it gummy bears again? Or have you upgraded and we’re buying other stuff now?”
He chuckled and messed his hair before putting his hood on. You turned around and started to walk alongside him, the yellow light from the grocery store sign reflecting in the puddles near the entrance.
“We’re buying gummy bears again and some popcorn too. I plan on having a movie night soon so I have to be prepared.”
“Do you have any beverages at home? You might need those too for your movie night…”
He nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, glancing at the entrance door. You noticed the closing time and realised the two of you had more or less ten minutes to buy whatever Chan needed. This if they didn’t stop you from buying at all.
Inside the grocery store, an overplayed radio song blasted through the speakers louder than expected. The bright lights hurt your eyes slightly and you had to blink to get used to them.
Chan didn’t waste any time in the different aisles. After all, every time you came with him to the grocery store, he reminded you of a man on a mission. He went straight to the right aisles and only grabbed what he wanted. He never glanced at the same thing more than twice.
You, on the other hand, tended to get lost on the new products and whatever sale the grocery store had going on. This time, you got curious about the different colours of the energy drinks that were on sale. You didn’t need them, but buying one couldn’t hurt, right? Besides, they weren’t full price.
“Which flavour would you like?” You asked Chan, picking two different colours. You laughed at the bright blue one and extended it his way. “This one matches your hair. Maybe it tastes like you…?”
“I don’t think I taste like blueberry.” He took the bottle from your hand and started to read the label, keeping his head down. However, you noticed his cheeks slightly flushed and his best attempt at hiding them from you with his hood still on.
“What do you taste like, then?” You boldly asked, taking the bottle from his hand and gesturing to the rows of bottles next to you. “I’m taking this blue one to try, choose one and I’ll pay for it.”
He scanned the different labels as he patted his lip, reading them carefully before moving on to the next one. What you thought would be a quick decision on his part took longer than expected. At one point, he removed his hood and messed up his blue hair, biting his lower lip.
You gulped, unable to take your eyes from him as your heartbeat increased in your chest. Whether he was aware of it or not, Chan was quite wonderful to admire and there was always something new to discover in him. This time, you smiled at how his brows furrowed the more focused he was. Why was this so difficult for him?
“I’ll get going to the cashier otherwise they won’t let us pay. Don’t take too long to pick, alright?”
When Chan didn’t answer you, you sighed and turned around, making your way out of the aisle and towards the only cashier still working.
“What’s your favourite flavour?” At Chan’s question, you stopped in your tracks and turned around to look at him, confused. You moved closer to him again and scanned the different labels, trying to find the one with the flavour you tended to enjoy the most in other beverages.
“This one.” You grabbed the bottle from the shelf and showed it to Chan, smiling. “Why do you ask, though?”
After he put his hood back on, he shrugged and smirked, looking you in the eyes.
“Maybe I just want to taste like your favourite flavour, that’s all.” Your lips parted in surprise and Chan lowered his head, making his way out of the aisle. “Consider that one as my choice, by the way.”
This time, you were the one having a hard time dealing with his words. You tried your best to prevent his statement from getting to you, but you couldn’t help it. Your body was suddenly on fire and your heart couldn’t calm down, no matter how hard you tried.
You glanced at your hands, looking at the two bottles side by side, and smiled. Two distinct shades with different flavours, but you were sure they’d match well together, just like you and Chan.
