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I have interpreted & read Yunho's natal chart & yes, he is a dom, hard dom. He is into a lot of stuff we would be surprised by.
Him & only one other person in Ateez are doms & not switches.
Who do you think it is?
Ateez Kinks & Turn-Ons
I’m going to take this opportunity to read everyone’s charts since I’ll be writing smut for them soon.
Hongjoong || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Virgo || Turn On: Intimacy
The kind of guy to blow your mind simply because sex with him isn’t an act, it’s an experience. He’ll give you his undivided attention as he shows you what he likes while exploring your body to figure you out. Get close enough and he’ll consider you his, mind and body, but given how sweet and caring he can be, it isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Beware, however. He falls in love easily, so if you aren’t looking for something serious, gtfo. Takes his dick game seriously as he aims to please. Will try most things you suggest so don’t be shy to ask.
Prides himself on being “different” from what you’ve had before. A little standoffish with a thing for relationships that aren’t norm. I honestly see him being down for stuff like roleplay, whatever allows him to showcase his range of talents while also getting you to experience new things. Definitely a switch tho.
Yunho || Venus: Taurus, Mars: Scorpio || Kink: Dom, Pet Play
*crosses self* This guy. Possessive. Sensual. “Hands-on.” Yes, please. He’s prone to love-hate relationships and can be stubborn. You’ll have to give in to him more often than not, which is just how he likes it. The way he can get angry yet look cool on the outside is sexy af. Like others with Scorpio in Mars, their sexual stamina is impressive, and he likes atypical things in sex, specifically things that test limits. You gotta bring an open mind to his bedroom. Most importantly, he wants control and his partner to submit to him. Not that it’d be hard to do. He doesn’t like to share his partner with others, though. He wants your undivided attention.
His Venus profile is double that of his Mars, so you’re getting a more sentimental guy than sexual. Sorry. He loves attention and wants you to work for his affection. Might brag about how someone flirted with him, but only because he wants to show you he’s attractive. Sadly, he can’t take it if you do the same. He’s also team “if I fuck you, I love you” so prepare to stick around once he lets you have him. None of that fwb business.
San || Venus: Leo, Mars: Scorpio || Kink: Praise (receiving)
This duality king needs to express his love through sex, making hard for him to separate the two. He’s willing to try anything at least once, so as long as you tell him how good he is to you.
Mingi || Venus: Virgo, Mars: Scorpio || Kink: soft dom
Why am I not surprised he matches Yunho? He’s sweet and gentle but loves to test your limits. Hope you can keep up.
Wooyoung || Venus: Libra, Mars: Capricorn || Kink: Mommy whatever he’s feeling in the moment
A giver, loves pleasing his partner. Is dying to be good for you. Casanova vibes in that he doesn’t like to be tied down unless he’s sure. Loves sexual exploration and expression and looks for someone who can keep up with his whims.
Because of his impatience, he doesn’t like to waste time. If he sees it and wants it, he’s gonna get it. He’s direct, romantic, and sensual, and will make it known he wants you. If walk that talk was a person. Focused and dedicated, intensely loyal. “They possess you, and somehow make it seem attractive to be possessed.” Body-and-soul love, finds it hard to separate love and sex so I doubt you’d get him to agree to be fwbs. Nope, you’re his and no one else’s.
or: you didn't think a mere pheromone perfume would have this much of an effect on him. congratulations, you've earned his attention and the hatered of your neighbors, boo you whore
warnings: MDNI! ot8 x reader (separate), they go FERAL, probably highly unrealistic portrays of what a pheromone perfume does, dom/sub dynamics, overstim edging piv begging etc etc, scent kink?, they're really really needy, overuse of italics
bang chan
"P-please please, just -"
and it's the first you've heard him beg.
his voice breaks into a ragged exhale, forehead pressed against your shoulder, inhaling like he's trying to burrow into your skin. His hips stutter, losing rhythm entirely, and the bedframe bangs against the wall with every desperate push of his hips against yours.
He'd laughed when you uncapped the perfume bottle - "Really, babe? Pheromones?" - watching as you dabbed it behind your ears, along your wrists. "Cute," he’d teased, leaning in to sniff you with exaggerated flair. "Smells like -"
His breath caught.
"it actually smells...nice"
And within minutes he was on you.
You didn’t think it’d be this bad - didn’t think the perfume would turn him into this much of a mess, wrecking you like he’s trying to brand himself inside you.
He’s close, faster than any other time - you can tell by the way his rhythm stutters, the way his fingers tremble where they grip you. But he won’t cum, won’t let himself, not until you’re shaking apart under him first. "No wait-" he twitched when you clench around him, his hips jerking wildly, like he’s losing alll semblance of control.
His forehead drops to yours, sweat and tears and god knows what dripping between you, thrusting hard, grinding deep enough to make you sob. "Gonna - fuck, gonna ruin you-"
His thighs tense violently, muscles locking up as he tries - and fails - to hold back. You can feel him twitching inside you, his cock pulsing in erratic little jerks as his breath hitches against your skin. "you're - hnn -you're g-gonna -" His words dissolve into a broken whine when you tighten around him again, dragging a punched out moan from his throat.
His hand slides between you, thumb circling your clit with a precision that shouldn’t be possible when he’s this far gone, tipping you over with a scream that he swallows with his mouth.
He fucks you through it, rough, chasing his own release like he’ll die without it.
then entire body stills , eyes rolling back as he finally, finally gives in - cuming with a choked off cry that sounds more like pain than pleasure, his hips rutting forward in tiny thrusts as he spills into you.
But even as his orgasm crashes over him, he doesn't stop - can't stop. His hands scramble to grip your thighs, dragging you impossibly closer as his hips jerk forward again, his cock still hard and twitching inside you. "it's not -fuck- s'not enough."
lee minho
the perfume must've worn off by now, 'cuz it's been hours.
You try to push back against his thigh, your arms trembling, but he groans, and in one fluid motion, he wrenches your wrists behind your back, pinning them there with one hand.
"Thought you could - hngh - get away?" His voice is a dark laugh, but it cracks halfway through, betraying the desperation beneath the bravado. His hips stutter, losing rhythm for just a second, and he groans , forehead dropping between your shoulder blades. "Fuck - you’re ruining me -"
He’d been smirking when you first sprayed the perfume, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. "Really, baby? You think that’s gonna work on me?"
but then it's like a switch flipped - One second he was teasing, the next he had you bent over the couch, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he ruined you.
Now, his free hand slides around your throat, holding , "Gonna - hnn - gonna fuck you stupid ," he rasps, but it sounds more like a plea than anything. His hips snap forward, and you feel him twitch inside you, again, his breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts.
The couch creaks so loud you worry it's gonna break, leather protesting under the force of his thrusts, and you try to push back against his thigh again - just to see what he’ll do.
His grip on your wrists tightens instantly, fingers digging in hard " Stay still ," he orders, and then his mouth is on your neck, sucking, marking you as his. His hips jerk forward again, erratic now, and you can feel him trembling - shaking - barely holding it together.
"M-Min, please -" Your voice cracks, barely audible over the wet smack of his hips slamming into yours,
He pulls your hair sharp, tipping your head back, and his lips brush your ear. "Please what , sweetheart?" He’s panting, voice wrecked, but there’s that smug edge to it, "Use your words."
You whimper, and he groans like the sound punched the air from his lungs. His grip tightens almost painfully, and you can feel him twitching inside you again, so close. "Wanna cum,"
"Then cum," he growls, biting down on your shoulder again.
And you do -
you shatter around him, vision going white, and he follows with a groan, his hips stuttering wildly as he spills inside you for the nth time tonight.
seo changbin
“You smell so good,” Changbin groans, and it's the first time he's been so turned on - so hard - by something like the mere scent of you, and the thinks you've unlocked something new in him.
“Yeah?” you murmur, running your tongue along the underside in one slow, filthy stroke. His breath punches out of him like he’s been hit, fingers scrambling to fist in your hair. “You like how I look too, or just the perfume?”
Changbin chokes - half laugh, half moan - before his head drops back against the mattress. “Fuck - both, obviously - ” His hips roll up, desperate, but you hold him down with a palm splayed over his stomach, relishing the way his abs jump under your touch.
“God, please-” His voice cracks, and you finally take him into your mouth, swallowing him down until your nose brushes the wiry hair at his base. His hips stutter, thighs trembling under your grip, and you hum around him just to feel the way his whole body seizes.
his thighs quiver under your palms as you hollow your cheeks, dragging your lips up his length. A string of broken curses spills from his lips, fingers tightening in your hair - not to guide, just to hold on.
The musk of his arousal mixes with the heady sweetness clinging to your skin, and when you swipe your tongue over the slit, he whimpers, hips jerking off the bed.
“F-fuck,” His voice is ragged, breath coming in shallow pants. You take him deep again, relishing the way his cock twitches against your tongue, the salt of him thick on your taste buds. His abs flex violently when you swallow around him, a choked-off moan tearing from his throat. “God, your mouth - shit, shit, shit-”
You pull off just to watch his face crumple, lips slick and swollen as you tease the tip with featherlight kisses. His chest heaves, eyes wild, and when you grin up at him, he makes a sound like he’s been gutted.
“Please,” he gasps, hips canting up uselessly. “Please, please, please-”
The desperation in his voice sends a thrill down your spine. You lick a slow stripe from base to tip, humming when his fingers spasm in your hair. “Gonna-” His warning is half swallowed by a groan as you take him all the way down again, nose pressed to his pelvis, and stay there, throat working around him until his legs shake.
He comes with a sob, hips stuttering as he spills down your throat, and you swallow every last drop, lapping at the oversensitive head until he’s whimpering.
Hwang Hyunjin
The shower spray is hot, steam curling around Hyunjin’s bare shoulders as he kneels on the tiled floor, hands clamped around your thighs to hold you still.
He'd crowded you against the tiled wall, his mouth already on your neck before the showerhead even finished warming up, frantically pulling both your clothes off as his hands slid down your waist, "Fuck," he muttered, voice rough, nose dragging along your collarbone "What the hell do you have on?"
You barely had time to answer - not that you could’ve, not with the way his tongue was suddenly all over you, his hips pressing into yours with a desperation that made your breath hitch.
The saleswoman had promised the perfume would be effective, but you hadn’t expected this. Hyunjin’s fingers dug into your thighs as he lifted you, your back hitting the slick tiles, and then his mouth was between your legs before you could even gasp.
His tongue was relentless, hot and wet and insistent, licking into you like he was trying to memorize your taste.
"Oh my god-" you choked out, fingers tangling in his dripping hair, tugging as his lips sealed around your clit, sucking hard enough to make your vision blur. He moaned against you, the sound muffled but filthy, hips jerking forward, grinding against your leg.
"Taste - fuck -" he slurred, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in, tongue fucking into you with a broken noise.
Water cascaded over both of you, he was too busy lapping at you like he was starved.
"Fuck, you taste—" he groaned against your skin, the words muffled by your flesh as his lips sealed around you again, sucking hard enough to make your toes curl against the slick tiles. You gasped, fingers tightening in his hair, tugging as his tongue pressed deeper, fucking into you with a rhythm that had your vision spotting.
"Hyune—" you whined, back arching off the wall, water spraying across your heated skin. He didn’t let up, his hands sliding under your thighs to hike a leg higher, spreading you wider.
His nose brushed your clit as he licked a slow, filthy stripe up your slit, and you squeaked, hips bucking wildly. "God, you’re - hnn - you’re ruining me," you babbled, voice cracking as his tongue circled your clit again. your orgasm was building up, fast .
He pulled back just enough to pant against your thigh, lips slick and swollen, "Smell so good," he slurred, nuzzling into your skin like he was drunk on you, his hips rutting against your leg in frantic, aborted thrusts. "Taste even better- "
You barely had time to even breathe before his lips sealed around your clit again, and - oh god - your vision whited out. Your back arched off the wall as you came with a broken cry, his name tumbling from your lips like a prayer.
He didn’t stop, tongue lapping at you through it, drinking you down, rutting against your leg-
And then he broke.
His own climax hit him, hips stuttering as he came untouched, his cock twitching against your calf, stripes of white mixing with the water running down your skin.
his forehead pressed to your stomach, whole body shuddering as he rode it out. You carded your fingers through his sopping hair, watching as he trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps before he managed,
"please tell me you bought whatever you had on"
han Jisung
"please, please don’t stop," Jisung whines, voice cracking as his hands scramble uselessly at your hips, fingers slipping against your sweat slick skin. His thighs tremble under you, muscles jumping with every roll of your hips, every tight clench of your cunt around him.
You’re both a mess - his cock twitching inside you, oversensitive and leaking, your own thighs sticky with his spend and yours, dripping down onto his stomach in a slow, obscene trickles.
The room reeks of sex, of sweat and musk and the thick, honeyed scent of that godforsaken pheromone perfume you have on that got him so putty in your hands in the first place.
"You’re so good," he babbles, hips jerking up helplessly, chasing the drag of your walls around him even though he’s shaking with it, even though his cock is red and oversensitive and dripping.
"So pretty, so perfect - fuck, fuck, fuck, your pussy’s killing me-" His words are cut off when you grind down, the swollen head of his cock catching on that sweet spot inside you that makes your vision blur.
You’re exhausted, this is - what, the third orgasm? fourth? you've lost count. your thighs burning, cunt throbbing with every movement.
but with the way he’s looking at you, lips bitten raw, eyes wet and pleading, tears clinging to his lashes, you can’t stop. Not when he sounds like this, not when he’s begging so pretty.
His fifth (?) orgasm hits him so intensely, it's got his back arching off the bed, hands clawing at your thighs like he’s trying to ground himself, to survive it.
You feel him pulse inside you, but there’s barely anything left to spill, just weak little spurts that make him sob,
"N-no more, please-" he chokes, but his hips stutter up anyway, betraying him, fucking shallowly into you like his body’s forgotten how to stop.
"You can take it," you murmur, riding him through the aftershocks of his fifth release like it’s nothing, like his cock isn’t twitching pathetically inside you, oversensitive and spent.
"C’mon, baby, one more - just one. For me." You grind down, relishing the way his breath hitches, the way his hips jerk up helplessly, betraying him even as he sobs out a weak "No, no, ‘m gonna die-"
he looks ruined right now. it only spurrs you on, rolling your hips in tight, practiced circles, milking him dry until his sixth orgasm punches out of him with a choked gasp. It’s barely anything this time, just a weak dribbles that leak out around him.
You settle above him, panting, thighs trembling with the effort of holding still. His chest heaves, sweat slick and flushed, his hands limp at his sides like he’s given up.
You lean down, pressing a kiss to his jaw, humming when he whimpers at the contact. "So good for me," you coo, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. "Took it so well."
His breath hitches when you shift, and then you’re moving again, slow at first, then faster, his oversensitive cock stirring inside you despite his weak protests.
His hands fly to your hips, fingers digging in, his voice cracking around a "Fuck " that turns into a broken moan halfway through.
You lean down, pressing your lips to his ear, your voice dripping with sweetness. "Think you can handle another?" His
lee felix
Felix’s thighs tremble where they’re splayed open, his cock twitching pathetically in your hand - red and overstimulated, dripping precum onto his stomach in a messy trail.
His breath comes in shaky gasps, lips bitten raw, fingers clawing at the sheets, trying to anchor himself. "P-please - fuck - please," His voice breaks, high n' so desperate , tears welling in his lashes as you slow your strokes to a torturous crawl.
You remember the way he’d grinned when you first showed him the perfume bottle - how he’d rolled his eyes but bought it anyway because you’d pouted, because he always caves for you.
Who knew he'd be like this. His hips jerk off the bed, his cock leaking against your palm, his entire body wracked with shudders as you squeeze him justtt shy of release again.
"No - hnn - no more , I can’t -" He sobs , back arching, eyelashes rimmed with tears.
his stomach is drenched , a glossy mess of precum and sweat, his abs clenching with every thrust. His cock pulsing in your hand, the head flushed dark and aching.
You brush your thumb over it, slow , just to watch his entire body jerk, his mouth falling open in a soundless scream.
his arm flew up to cover his face, ashamed of the tear spilling down his cheeks. "Y-you’re killing me -"
"You bought it for me," you murmur, and his hips twitch up helplessly. "S’your fault , baby."
Felix whines, a high and broken sound, his fingers tangling in the sheets like he’s trying to rip them apart.
"D-didn’t - hngh - didn’t know -" His words are cut off when you speed up, wrist flicking up in quick strokes, his toes curling into the mattress. "F-fuck - stop , s’too much -"
But you don’t stop- you slow down instead, your strokes lazy, teasing, and Felix keens, his entire body bowing off the bed. "P- please ," he begs, "just - fuck - just let me cum -" His cock twitches, dripping, and you grin, " Ask nicely," you purr , and he chokes, his face flushing darker.
Felix’s breath hitches, his lips parted around ragged gasps, his eyes rolled back with desperation . "P-please," he whispers, voice breaking , "please let me cum, please-" His hips jerk up, pathetic , and you coo, "good boy ,"
Kim seungmin
gosh if Seungmin was in the right state of mind, he would be embarrassed right now.
his fingers settle against your hips - gentle at first, just the barest press of his thumbs into your skin as you rock back onto him at a pace so slow it’s cruel.
The headboard isn’t even knocking. The sheets aren’t even rumpled. You can feel him trembling beneath you, his thighs locked tight, his breath coming in little gasps every time you clench around him "F-fuck," he grits out, voice strained, "you’re - hnn -you’re killing me -"
and you shift backwards, just enough for your hair to brush his cheek - just enough for him to catch a whiff of you .
And then - oh - his head falls back against the pillows with a thud , his eyes rolling so far back they might stay there. "Oh," he chokes, voice gone , "oh fuck -" His hips jerk up violently, slamming into you so hard you yelp, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you upwards. "S-smell - fuck - smell so good -" His words slur together, his hips pistoning up mindlessly , his cock throbbing inside you.
"hnng- thought it 'wasn't gonna work' " you tease, grinding down, and Seungmin snaps , you don't even register him flipping you onto your back so fast the room spins .
His lips crash into yours, messy and so desperate , tongue licking into your mouth "gonna ruin you -" he gasps between kisses, his hips snapping forward with a wet slap, his cock pulsing and leaking inside you.
His hands wander, greedy, one tangling in your hair to yank your head back, the other groping at your throat , "M-mine," he murmurs, teeth scraping your jaw, "all fucking mine -"
yang jeongin
Jeongin hates you.
At least, that’s what he keeps saying into your skin between desperate bites - his hips pistoning into you from behind so hard the bed screeches across the floor.
"f-fuck" His voice cracks , stuttering , his cock twitching inside you "H-hate you - hate how you smell -"
And it’s hilarious , really, because he was the one who bought it for you.
Jeongin had shoved the little black box into your hands two days ago, muttering something about "thought you'd like it."
The box was sleek, expensive-looking, the kind of thing that made your brows raise when you peeled back the velvet lining. Pheromone Amplifier, the label read in delicate silver script. For enhanced attraction - effects may vary.
Idiot. He hadn’t even read the fine print.
Now? His teeth are sunk into your shoulder, his hips slamming into yours like he’s trying to punish you for his own mistake.
"S’your fault," he hisses, voice wrecked, his hands clawing at your waist, pulling you back onto him, "Should’ve - hngh - should’ve thrown it away -"
You laugh between a moan, grinding back just to hear him whine, and he stops , flipping you onto your back so fast the room spins. His pupils are blown , lips swollen from biting them, his cock throbbing where he quickly sheathed it back nside you.
"S’not funny ," he gasps, his hips are already stuttering , his rhythm falling apart as he chases his release.
His forehead drops to yours, his breath hot against your lips, and when you clench around him , he sobs , his entire body locking up. "N-no - stop " His voice is shattered, raw, his hips jerking forward helplessly. "gonna cum too fast-"
You wrap your legs around his waist to trap him, and Jeongin cums with a moan , his cock pulsing inside you as he spills, his body collapsing onto yours, "H-hate you," he whispers , but his arms are wrapped around you, his face buried in your neck, his lips pressing shaky kisses to your skin.
"it's your fault," he mumbles, and you laugh, running your fingers through his sweat damp hair.
"You bought it," you remind him, and Jeongin groans , his hips twitching against yours, he’s already hard again?
"shut up ," he whines, but he’s pulling you closer, his mouth sealing over yours in a messy, desperate kiss. "... Again ."
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Jae-Joon is all about showing off his wealth, and that extends to his girlfriend.
He buys you designer clothes, expensive jewelry, and whatever catches your eye.
If he sees you admiring something, it’s yours.
Jae-Joon doesn’t share.
He has a sharp eye, and if he catches anyone looking at you the wrong way, he makes it clear that you’re his.
Expect glares, snide remarks, and sometimes even physical intimidation if someone oversteps.
He may be arrogant with others, but with you, he softens.
You’re the only one who gets to see his rare, genuine smiles and the way his tone changes when he speaks to you.
He’s affectionate in private but reserved in public.
He enjoys keeping people guessing about his true feelings, though he subtly makes it clear that you’re untouchable.
Jae-Joon isn’t the easiest man to be with.
His arrogance can be frustrating, and he doesn’t like being challenged.
But if he sees that he’s hurt you, he’ll come back in his own way—sometimes with gifts, sometimes with a gruff apology.
If anyone speaks badly about you, they’re done.
Jae-Joon doesn’t tolerate disrespect toward his woman, whether from strangers or people close to him.
Intense arguments, even more intense make-ups – When you fight, it’s fiery.
His temper flares, but so does his passion.
He can’t stay mad at you for long, and making up is always worth it.
While he’s ruthless with others, he’s different with you.
He’ll listen to your complaints, let you run your fingers through his hair when he’s stressed, and even rest his head on your lap when he’s exhausted.
Dating Jae-Joon isn’t for the faint of heart. He loves deeply, possessively, and obsessively. If you’re his, you’re his completely—there’s no in-between.
it's been a long week for the both of you — namjoon especially. between his early mornings and very late nights, he hasn't found a moment of time to spend with you. until tonight. and he missed you— a lot.
so you did what anyone would do, you crawl into his lap on the couch and kiss him like you've wanted all week. and part of you wants to take it slow, but fuck, that's impossible when he's been looking at you that way all night. making you shiver under his constant gaze.
he couldn't keep his eyes off you.
you hum as you move to straddle his strong thighs. his hands grasp at your hips as you start grinding on the growing bulge of his cock. namjoon lets out a deep groan.
you grab his face in both hands softly, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his lips. your tongues meet messily.
already soaking, namjoon slips his cock between your folds with almost no resistance. the thick stretch never fails to make you gasp out his name. you can feel every hard inch as you begin to move.
“fuck, darling…” he breathes out.
"joon, o-oh fuck.”
his chest tenses up as you start to rock faster. “ah, there you go, baby. fuck… jus' like that f'me.”
you're whining into his mouth, his words stirring something deep within your core, this time more intense. you grind against him faster, desperate to chase the pleasure.
he growls. "shit… this pussy was made for me."
“nngh don’t stop, don't— ohhh… ”
namjoon's other hand is gripping your plush hip so hard, you'll definitely find some small marks there the next day. he harshly guides the movement of your hips, but it's clear who's the one setting the pace for tonight — and it isn't him, this round.
fucking into you deeper, he forces you to stare into each his eyes. he wants to be able to see every reaction you have.
"yeah baby," he pants out. namjoon swears you just clenched tighter around him. "you gonna ride it — fuck — like you mean it?"
"fuck, joon. you c-can't... say shit like that t'me wh—" he cuts you off with an intentionally hard thrust to tease you. "nngh fuck."
namjoon lets out a dark, low laugh. he knows exactly what he does to you. "why not darling?"
his words send a out fresh gush of your wetness around his cock.
he loved watching you lose yourself on his cock, but god, he loved watching you ride him into oblivion more than anything. it was the way your hips had a mind of their own and you didn't hide your pleasure — he felt himself folding even faster for you.
"taking my cock so good, nngh."
“joon, ‘m so c-close. keep going baby— please."
your velvet walls pulse around him so perfectly. namjoon's thrusts become even rougher, losing yourselves in the shared pleasure. he snakes a hand up to cup your breast, squeezing it roughly. you arch in response and seconds later, his mouth is hot around one of your nipples
the stimulation makes your hips rock with more vigor, getting more soaked by the second. namjoon feels like he's going insane. "ohhh fuck— yes baby, jus' like that."
the angle of his cock shifts ever so slightly and hits your spongy spot, making you see stars. "joon, please. m'gonna cum," you whine.
"so needy..."
you're gasping out his name, head thrown back and he's memorized.
you cum hard around him, moaning so sweetly. he twitches every time you clench harder around him, riding out the rest of you high and soon milking his own.
"mmh, fuck baby. did s'good for me," he growls into the side of your neck, filling you with deep strokes. his arms shake around you, breath stuttering. he doesn't pull out right away, just holds you close to him and lets the weight of your body slowly into his.
a few moments later, your breathing calms and you smile up at him. namjoon's eyes are already locked on yours, smiling softly.
after a long moment, both of your breathing calms down. you begin to push yourself off his chest. his solid arms wrapped protectively around you squeeze a little tighter feeling you shift.
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synopsis: you’re in paris with your boyfriend jiyong.
warnings: smut, 18+, oral, praise, unprotected sex, a lot of fluff, aftercare.
a/n: based off my fav song on taeyangs new album ‘quintessence’ (which yall are WAYYY too quiet about by the way.) enjoy!
the lights of the stunning city of paris shimmered over the river as you leaned over the railing of the bridge you and jiyong had accidentally stumbled across on your late night walk that evening. the cool breeze swept across your cheeks, but the warmth of him behind you made you forget it about it immediately.
jiyong wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your back against his chest gently and rested his chin comfortably against your shoulder. a small smile tugged at your lips at the familiar feeling, he’d brought you along to paris a lot but it never got old.
your eyes lit up as you pointed into the distance. “ji! look it’s the eiffel tower.” excitement filled your voice despite having seen it several times beforehand, paris with him felt softer and much warmer.
a quiet chuckle escaped his lips, vibrating against your shoulder as his fingers traced slow and careful circles against your stomach.
“mmm very beautiful jagi.” he murmured but you already knew he wasn’t talking about the view. you turned around in his arms and caught the way he was gazing at you, like the city didn’t even matter to him. his gaze was almost dreamy and it made your heart flutter.
“you’re staring ji.” you giggled.
a smirk spread across his face. “not like you mind it.” his voice dropped lower sending a rush of warmth onto your cheeks before he leaned down and kissed you softly.
your hands instinctively slid around his neck, fingers tangling in the longer hair at the nape of it. he’d been growing it out recently and you absolutely adored it and played with it whenever you could.
the kiss deepened naturally between you, unhurried whilst the paris wind swept through your hair and around the two of you. it felt unreal, like a scene from one of those romance movies jiyong always claimed he hated but watched them with you anyways.
he hummed softly against your lips as his hand wandered lower down to your ass, pulling you closer.
you laughed a little and pulled back before he got carried away. “not now jiyong let’s just go back.”
his lips formed an exaggerated pout immediately. “please?”
you scoffed trying to keep a straight face while he had that stupid expression on his face. “no puppy eyes, you’re old.”
he placed a hand on his chest, scoffing dramatically. “watch your mouth baby.”
“yeah, yeah.” you teased and grabbed his hand before he could complain further. “come on.”
he was still muttering under his breath but he let you drag him down the glowing streets of paris towards your hotel, his hand holding yours the entire time.
as you were walking you passed by a small street musician playing a slow melody on his violin and jiyong came to a halt.
you stopped too and blinked, confused. “what?”
he didn’t answer, just turned towards you and held out his hand. “dance with me.”
you stared wide eyed for a moment before laughing. “jiyong there’s literally no one else dancing.”
he shrugged. “so? we can start.”
before you could protest he gently pulled you closer as if you’d break and settled one hand on your waist, the other intertwined with yours. he slowly guided you into a lazy sway in the middle of the quiet paris street.
you had the biggest smile on your face, despite not wanting to dance moments ago. you noticed the moonlight had softened his features as he looked down at you with that loving gaze he always had with you and his messy hair falling into his eyes, making him look unreal as the music echoed around you.
it wasn’t perfect dancing, he was teasing half of the time stepping too close to hear you whine about it, but that made it even more special to you.
“you’re so cheesy.” you muttered, but you rested your head on his shoulder anyway.
“you love it though.” he smiled, and he wasn’t wrong.
he spun you around carefully, your laughter filling blending with the music in the quiet street. you carried on swaying under the full moon that had made an appearance tonight, the eiffel tower glittering in the distance.
eventually jiyong pressed a soft little kiss onto your forehead before lacing his warm hand with yours. “let’s go to the hotel now baby.” he sighed.
and so you walked back, stopping at a few small shops on the way, jiyong buying you everything you so much even looked at and you finally got back to the hotel.
you walked into your room flopping down onto the bed and jiyong immediately climbed on top of you, hands running over your curves and his lips finding yours in a messy kiss.
you grinded your body up into him as he embraced you and carried on kissing you, before trailing his hot lips down your neck and praising you in between every single one.
“my perfect girl.”
you threw your head back and sighed as he praised you like he meant it, and you knew he did.
“such a good girl for me.”
he said while kissing over your stomach making you shiver, his eyes looking up at yours.
you felt his hands brush at your waist band as he finished up with kissing and worshipping you like a god and before you knew it you felt his finger press down on your core through your panties.
“mm ji.” you whimpered as he started circling his finger tips gently on it.
“yeah, that feel good?” he murmured softly as he kissed your inner thighs gently as if rewarding you.
you fisted a bunch of his hair in your hand and moved his head closer to your aching clit. “please.”
“use your words sweetheart, what exactly do you want?” his voice still ever so soft.
you breathed heavily as he pressed his fingers more firmly over your clit. “eat me.” you whispered.
he didn’t waste a second before sliding your panties to the side, licking up the slick that was on your pussy already. “you taste so good baby.” was the last thing he said before licking inbetween your folds.
he went slowly at first, just gentle circles with the tip of his tongue before picking up his pace and you felt him start to trace out the letters of his name on your pussy with his tongue.
“who do you belong to.” he said raspily while going on to trace the letter ‘y’.
“fuck, you.” you said shakily, the pleasure over taking you.
“ah ah say my name. tell me exactly who you belong to.” he said sternly this time.
“jiyong, i belong to jiyong.” you groaned.
“good girl.” he cooed softly before tracing out the rest of his name with his tongue, making you shudder.
after some time of him playing around with his mouth you finally came all over his tongue and he swallowed as much as he could before gazing up at you with lustful, albeit soft, eyes and licked his swollen lips. god he looked sinful.
he gently flipped you so you were laying on your stomach and his gaze roamed over your bare back, taking in how your hips dipped and your back arched. “so fucking perfect and all mine.” he murmured before starting on the zipper of his pants.
he lined up his hard cock with your entranced and slowly pushed himself into you. he groaned softly before speaking to you. “you can take it baby, i know you can.” he muttered out. “be good for me.”
he praised as he thrusted a little bit harder into you but still making sure he was gentle. he pulled your hair into his hand and gently tugged your head back as he fucked you from behind.
his other hand hovered over your hip, the slight weight grounding you. “you feel so good.” you breathed out, burying your head into the pillow.
“mhm i know baby.” he grunted as he started fucking harder making you gasp. “fuck jiyong, faster.” you found yourself begging for more.
he ran his smooth hands over the soft skin of your bare back as he thrusted harder making a loud moan escape you. his touch, his cock buried inside you, god it was doing things.
he took his time with you, sometimes going slow to make it last and sometimes going fast to make it more pleasurable. the way he kept stopping and starting made the knot in your stomach tighten endlessly but you didn’t do anything about it, you secretly liked it.
“the sounds you make are so gorgeous jagi.” he whispered as you kept making little whines and moans. “and they’re all because of me.” he said before gripping your hips and sliding into you more.
you grinded back on him wanting to feel more friction and he threw his head back, making the hottest groan you’d ever heard in your life.
“fuck i’m close.” you whined as you felt him go faster. “go on baby let go for me hm.” he said roughly.
you finally let go with a loud cry and he came just after you did. you both stayed like that for a moment, taking in the euphoric feeling taking over. the dim hotel room, the warmth of your bodies, the distant smell of the vanilla candle in the corner of the room and jiyongs cologne. it was so peaceful.
he eventually pulled out and you turned to look at him. his gaze was no longer lustful but so full of love and care. “are you feeling okay baby.” he asked gently.
you smiled, your cheeks heating up a little as you saw how pretty he looked, he was absolutely glowing and his hair was damp and falling into his face making him look breathtaking. the soft look in his gorgeous brown eyes didn’t help either. “yeah i feel better than ever.” you spoke in a whisper.
he nodded and you both cleaned up after that, jiyong gently getting into a perfectly warm bath with you (that he ran ofcourse).
after he’d dried you off with the softest towel he could find, he gently tucked you in bed before climbing in next to you.
he laid back against the pillows next to you while you tucked yourself into his side, he wrapped one arm around you while the other played lazily with your fingers under the blanket.
your head rested on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heat as he rubbed your back gently. “good night baby.” he softly murmured.
“good night ji.” you whispered softly and you both fell asleep content, knowing you had eachother always and forever.
genre: smut!! minors will be hunted for sport
contains: drabbles – you and each member desperately need each other but are so so tired :(
wc: 4k (~ 500 each)
♡ note: a reupload. i'll say it until the end of time, but i'm incredibly, freakishly grateful for the love the original series received <3
divider by @lariesographic / my masterlist
CHAN
Any reasonable person would be sleeping at this hour. You were asleep before Chan woke you, visibility exhausted and desperate for relief. He climbs into bed and presses himself into your back, large hands reaching around to your inner thighs. “Please, pretty girl, just let me do something, anything,” he whispers against your skin.
He rarely says what he needs so plainly, even rarer that he’s willing to beg. You can’t deny him, especially not when he grazes his fingers over your clit just to hear you gasp.
The room is dark, the only light flickering in from the moonlight and a bedside lamp he switched on. In his eyes, you’re glowing, always so perfect for him. Shadows dance across his chest as you move.
He lets out a content sigh as you sink down onto him. “Fuck, baby,” he whispers almost inaudibly. He clenches his jaw, like he’s trying so hard to keep still. You pause once he’s fully inside, taking your time to adjust to his size.
He props himself up on his elbows, unable to stop himself from staring at where he disappears inside of you. Slowly, experimentally, you roll your hips. His mouth falls open at the movement. A small amount of sweat already causes his biceps to glisten in the low light. You moan, and his eyes snap up to admire your blissed expression.
You keep grinding, feeling him hit the perfect spot inside you, clit brushing against him with every motion. Fuck, he’s so good for you. You chase your high by speeding up ever so slightly. He grips your waist and sets a slower pace himself. “ - Gonna kill me,” he whimpers, “Not gonna last.”.
He can’t help himself - he thrusts once up into you, still moving your hips. You let out a choked moan, eyes squeezing shut. He can see how weak you are - sleepiness and pleasure finally overtaking you. He takes the opportunity to sit up and hold you against his chest. You never stop your motions.
The new angle has his cock reaching deeper inside. He feels you squeeze tighter, and his head falls to your shoulder. He’s done for when you breathe his name like it’s the only thing you remember. He needs you to come with him, needs you to feel just as good as he is.
He reaches between your thighs and rubs small circles on your clit. A few more delicious motions, and both of your highs hit you together. He lets out a final moan, lightly biting your skin in an attempt to be quiet, and you feel the familiar warmth inside you. You try to ride out your own pleasure, but falter, his name falling from your lips as his fingers stay on your clit.
He keeps holding you against him, giving you both time to catch your breath. Eventually, he chuckles quietly and softly kisses your neck. “Thank you, baby,” he murmurs. He falls back with you into the mattress, whispering his praises until you fall asleep again.
MINHO
The entire world has faded to just you two in his hotel room. Minho’s sighs and flustered groans ring in sync with your heavenly grinds. His upper back is pressed against the headboard. It must be uncomfortable, but he doesn't seem to even know where he is right now. Usually he’s a lot more composed than this. Usually, he wouldn’t just let you climb on his lap, tease your tongue down his neck, whisper how good he’s being in his ear. However, his muscles are heavy after performing, and you looked so sweet asking, of course he gave in to you.
The view of you is enough to draw out an unhurried smile that reveals his bunny teeth. His gleaming eyes search yours – intent on mentally cataloguing everything about this moment. That focus doesn’t last long. All it takes is one more small bounce, one more of your barely-contained gasps, and his head lolls backwards. His eyelids shutter halfway closed, but he never stops watching you. You’re squeezing around him perfectly, and you’re so warm in his arms, fuck, he can’t remember why you don’t do this more often.
You’re beautiful like this. Moaning for him. Full of him. Giving everything to him, just as he gives everything to you. “C’mere,” he murmurs before pulling you further into his embrace. He kisses you, slow and sensual, absorbing your sounds as you keep rocking on him. His cock drags along your fluttering walls with every movement. Still working his lips against yours, he brings his hand down between your bodies to circle your clit in time with your grinds. As if reading the other’s mind, both of you speed up at once, chasing both your highs.
Eventually, you have to pull away to breathe. “Minho,” you pant, gripping your nails into his shoulders, “Minho, feelsogood.”
His cock twitches in you. His name, lovely and melodic, falling from your lips alone is almost enough to send him over the edge. Combined with your warm cunt pulling him in and the slight pain digging into his shoulders, he’s so close. He can tell you are too; your motions are starting to falter as heat builds inside you. His free hand holds your waist steady, helping guide you through the motions.
Another roll of your hips. Another gorgeous moan. “Baby, fuck,” is all the warning he can give. He groans your name, his grip tightens around you, and you feel the familiar warmth inside you. His orgasm triggers your own. Overwhelming pleasure washes over your body with Minho still circling your clit in an attempt to help work you through it.
After a few seconds, the stimulation gets too much. He chuckles as you gently swat his hand away from your core. Still his lap, he straightens his positioning to get even closer to you. “Come back,” he whispers, connecting your lips again, holding you as you melt into him.
CHANGBIN
How could he ever resist his princess, laying in his bed like she knows she belongs there?
You knew what he wanted the moment he crawled back beside you. He didn’t bother putting clothes back on after his post-gym shower. The scent of his body wash surrounds you, cozily tucked into the blankets. His damp hair is still slightly clinging to his skin. He leans in and gently kisses your shoulder. “G’morning,” he whispers against your skin.
You kiss him in response. His groan is stifled in your mouth, but his arms wrap around your waist and easily shift you on top of him. You giggle at the sudden show of strength, matching his own smile at finally being able to feel you. He missed you so badly.
He adjusts your hips slowly, giving you time to stop him if you want. You don’t. He moans as you sink down onto him, whispering “Fuck, princess,” into the cool air. “You don’t know what you do to me”. His head falls backwards onto the pillow. You take him so well. You pause, adjusting to his size, and his hands tighten on your hips, like he’s trying to contain himself.
You sit up to straddle him and finally move, dragging your hips once back and forth. He bites back a gasp. God. He’s deep inside you now. You’re gorgeous on top of him. Even when you’re still sleepy, chasing your pleasure, you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.
Underneath you, his muscles glow in the morning light. He’s heartbreakingly gentle with his touches, like he’s conscious of his own strength even like this. He almost loses it when you meet his eyes and smile back, so so perfect for him.
Another roll of your hips. His cock slowly drags against your walls at your relaxed pace, and he’s no longer trying to hide his sounds. You speed up ever so slightly, chasing your own high. His eyes squeeze shut. Curses and pretty moans fall from his lips the more you keep going, the more you keep perfectly squeezing around him.
You’re lost in him. Every motion brings you closer. He’s filling you perfectly, and your clit grazes him at every movement. You lean forward, anchoring your arms on his chest for support “Baby, fuck,” you breathe out, and his eyes snap open again to check on you.
He groans at the sight - he can’t help it. You look wrecked for him. He’s not going to last. He needs you to come with him, fuck, he’s already holding back.
You feel him start rubbing lazy circles on your clit in rhythm with your pace. Your choked cry is music to his ears. His other hand catches you when you slump forward, not able to support yourself anymore. “I know, princess,” he groans, voice as wrecked as you feel. “I know, I’ve got you.”
Pressed against his chest, your release washes over you. He tries to keep rubbing your clit, his fingers faltering from the feeling of being squeezed tighter as yours continues. His own high hits him, and he moves his hand up to hold you as you feel the familiar warmth inside you.
He doesn’t let go afterwards. You’re laying on him, wrapped in his arms, and he swears he’s in heaven. “Let’s just stay here,” he whispers, “for a little bit longer.” You nod against him. He has no intention of moving anytime soon.
HYUNJIN
The only sounds in the room are your intertwined moans and the creak of the bedframe, matching the steady rhythm of your grinds against him. Sleepiness still lingers in the air, but right now, you each want to make the other feel good. “That’s my girl - fuck,” he moans from below you. Tiny amounts of sweat clings his hair to his skin. His hands grip your waist, not bruising, just guiding. “You feel so good - always s’good for me.”
He fills you up so well. The angle has him hitting the perfect spot, and your clit brushes against him with every grind. Every movement brings you closer to your release.
You roll your hips slowly, feeling every inch of him deep inside you. He sucks in a sharp breath. His grip on your waist tightens almost imperceptibly. A whine escapes his lips, eyes quickly darting to yours to check if you heard it.
Of course you did. You smile back down at him and repeat the motion, enjoying the view of his head falling back as he stifles another whine. One hand drops from your waist to cling to the rumpled bedsheets, like he’s holding himself back.
Another roll of your hips. His cock pushes further in, causing your knees to weaken from pleasure. You whimper, “Hyunjin, baby -”
“I know, I’ve got you,” he breathes, and brings his hands up to support your weight. You let your body slump forward, leaning your arms against his chest as you try to keep your rhythm. His gaze lingers on your breasts, swaying as you move.
Your pace falters more with each delicious grind, your high quickly approaching. He feels your walls clench around him and he knows you won’t last much longer. Neither will he. He needs you to come with him, but fuck, he’s already almost there.
His eyes clench tight, one of his signs that he’s close. “Baby, please,” he begs, for nothing specifically and everything at once. He grabs your hand and guides it to your clit, choking on a sob as he watches you rub small circles in rhythm with your pace.
Your orgasms overtake you at once. His name falls from your lips over and over, like a prayer, as waves of pleasure wash over you. He groans as he spills familiar warmth deep inside you.
Afterwards, you lean forwards, laying on his chest. He runs a hand through your hair, pausing every so often to kiss the top of your forehead. He whispers, “I love you,” against your forehead. Eventually, the two of you drift off to sleep, still tangled in each other.
HAN
Everyone else is asleep. He should be quiet. He should stop moaning. However, he’s buried deep inside his pretty girl, and he wouldn’t notice if the world ended right now. You’re on his lap, kissing down his neck, driving him insane. He angles his head to give you more space, and moans even louder as you take advantage of it.
You shift your weight, pushing him deeper inside you. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder. Everything about him - his scent, his touch, him - invades your senses. He’s brushing the perfect spot, and you’re not even moving yet. Like he’s reading your mind, he slightly squeezes your hips, his fingers digging into where they rest.
His eyes are big behind his glasses. His chest rises and falls with how heavily he’s breathing.
You rotate your hips, enjoying the view of his eyes rolling back into his skull. You moan in tandem - the sensation is too delicious for you to stop now. You repeat your motions. His high-pitched whine only spurs you forward, chasing the sensation of his cock hitting deep inside you again and again. His nails dig deeper into your skin. Already, the pain mixed with pleasure is almost too much.
He’s not doing much better. Each time you moan his name brings him closer to the edge. He needs you to finish before him. He moves his hand to grip your inner thigh, thumb barely brushing your clit. He looks up at you, tears shining in his eyes. “Can I, please?” he breathes out.
You nod so fast your vision slightly blurs.
“thankyouthankyouthankyou”
Then he’s pressing slightly harder, rubbing lazy circles while staring intently at where he’s connected to you. His glasses fall slightly down his nose. He doesn’t care.
Fuck. Your movements get sloppier as the pleasure builds. His bedframe scrapes against the wall as you speed up. He’s incapable of forming words, just babbling half-sentences of praise. “Fuck, baby - so good for me - please - fucking please,” spills out.
He can feel how close you are with how you clench around him. He just needs to hold on for a bit longer. He keeps rubbing your clit, and lifts himself up to kiss you. His lips work against yours, hoping he can convey his passion through it.
Your orgasm hits you like a train. Your moans grow in volume as you try to ride it out. He never stops rubbing your clit. His own follows closely behind yours, spilling deep inside you. He breaks the kiss to repeat your name like a prayer.
You fall against his chest, both of you panting as you come down. His arms engulf you and squeeze you tighter against him. “Thank you,” he whispers against your cheek. Reluctantly, he moves you off his lap and ensures you’re comfortable laying against him. You two stay like that, holding each other, until you both drift off to sleep.
FELIX
His deep moans amplify the lust residing in the air. The only light comes from his long-forgotten PC, the abandoned login screen illuminating you two on his bed. Felix forgot the game exists. Right now, he’s just focused on trying to control himself as you roll your hips on top of him.
You’re in his arms, making out with him, running your fingers through his long hair. You’re always so perfect for him. Always his ethereal angel. He’s already lost in you, and you’ve barely started. As you continue your slow movements, he breaks your kiss to brush a loose strand of hair out of your eyes, whispering, “so, so beautiful,” almost to himself. His cock twitches just from your resulting sweet smile.
You take your time, enjoying every inch of him. Your clit brushes against him with every movement. Your quiet moans are the prettiest sound he’s ever heard. He would stay here listening to you forever, if you let him.
He’s vaguely aware he has a roommate on the other side of the wall, but that awareness is waning by the second. It’s gone completely when you speed up, chasing the feeling of him hitting deep inside you. He lets out a choked groan. His abs flex with restraint, like he’s holding himself back.
Curses mixed with your name spill from his lips. One hand gently lands on your inner thigh, then travels over to your clit, rubbing small circles in rhythm with your motions. Your eyes squeeze shut, entirely focused on your building pleasure.
“Look at me, angel,” his low voice breathes out. “Please.” Of course you do, and fuck, he looks divine. His freckled cheeks twinge pink. His long hair falls messily over his shoulders. He holds your gaze and sighs, “That’s my girl.”
You clench around him at the praise, and he swears he sees heaven for a moment. His head falls back into the pillow behind him as he keeps babbling, “Feels so good - always s’good - angel, fuck.” A few more motions, and you weaken from the sensations, leaning forward to steady yourself on his chest. Your combined moans fill the room.
God, he’s so close, but he needs you to come with him. His fingers speed up on your clit, rubbing faster circles as he revels in your noises. Your highs hit together. He moans even deeper as you feel the familiar warmth inside you. Your hips falter on him as you try to ride out your waves of pleasure. He works you through it, still babbling out his love for you.
Afterwards, he wraps his arms around you once more, pressing you into his bare chest. “Thank you, angel,” he whispers into your hair. He holds you against him, wrapped up in his sheets and each other, until you both drift off to sleep.
SEUNGMIN
Seungmin could not care less about the rest of his members going about their nightly routines outside his door. Why would he, when you’re in his arms, making out with him, slowly rolling your hips like you have all the time in the world. You do, as far as he’s concerned. He never rushes with you if he can help it.
Your hands are laced in his hair, absentmindedly twirling some longer strands between your fingers. He moans at the sensation every so often. Right now, he would do anything if it meant you would stay in his bed, making him feel so good he’s about to start seeing stars. Your lips are so soft against his, and he’s fitting wonderfully inside you - squeezing like you are perfectly made for him.
You pause your movements for a moment, and he actually whines. He pulls away from the kiss to steady his breathing. His efforts are futile - his breaths quickening again when you sit up, him still inside you, and graze your fingers over his chest. The new angle is pushing him in deeper than he was before. He moans your name and leans his head back into the pillows beneath him.
You resume your motions, feeling every inch of his cock hitting deep inside you. He genuinely might lose it from the sight alone. His hands rub up and down on your thighs, trying to feel as much of you as possible. He can’t help himself - moaned snippets of praise spill out of his mouth faster than he can register his own words. “Fuck, baby - so good - oh my god - you’re beautiful,” is just part of what you’re able to catch.
Your clit brushes against him with every grind. The sensation is delicious, paired with Seungmin’s whimpering voice and him staring up at you like you’re a goddess, you’re not going to last. He’s not either - he’s babbling more with each passing second. From below you, he stares up, suddenly looking more desperate. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers, and thrusts lightly up into you.
You weaken from it, leaning forward onto him. He takes advantage of the position to kiss you again. “I’m yours,” you whisper against his lips.
That does it. His head falls forward into your shoulder, whining softly again, as you feel the familiar warmth inside you. Your own orgasm follows quickly afterwards, pleasure washing over you, your pace faltering as you try to ride it out.
For a few moments, neither of you move. He rubs small circles on your back as he attempts to recover from the slight overstimulation. Eventually, you begin to get off him, only to be met with him lightly grabbing you, keeping you in place. “Don’t,” he murmurs, “please.”
JEONGIN
He’s most beautiful in the quiet moments. He’s ethereal always, but there’s something about the unguarded version of Jeongin, with messy hair, easy smiles, and holding you close like he can’t fathom ever letting you slip away, that always gets you needing more. Outside, the low hum of others in the same space filters through the bottom of his door, but they might as well be lightyears away for all the attention Jeongin pays them. It’s easy to forget that anyone else exists. It’s easy to revel in each other, barriers shed, until every stress, every thought vanishes.
You pull away from the kiss first, Jeongin’s eyes still closed and moving to follow after you, a line of spit that should be much more obscene than it actually is connecting the two of you. “Can’t wait anymore,” he murmurs, eyes still closed. “Please,” he adds, “just want you.” Underneath you, his flannel pajama bottoms tent seemingly painfully. You’re not doing much better.
“Anything for you,” you breathe, intended as teasing, but it comes out more like an admission. Regardless, it has the desired effect, a strangled groan leaving him as he shimmies out of his clothes with record-breaking speed.
Your moans intertwine as you sink down onto him. You’ve done this countless times, and will be in this position countless more, but you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the delicious pressure in the first few seconds. He knows this, too, if his barely-contained smug expression is anything to go by. It vanishes when you roll your hips, feeling his cock deep inside you. His forehead falls forward onto your shoulder, his hair tickles your collarbone. His glasses slip down the bridge of his nose.
“Fuck,” he groans into your skin, “you’re so good at that.” As if to accentuate his point, he can’t contain a sharp inhale as your movements speed up.
Like mirror images of each other, the cockiness on your face is wiped away as his fingers find your clit to rub small circles in sync with your grinds. Raising his head again, his gleaming eyes search yours, soaking in your pleasure as much as he can. He can’t help himself; he thrusts up once, smiling again at your gasp. He pulls you in to kiss you again, lips working against yours, only broken by the moans escaping both of you.
Your movements falter the more your pleasure builds. Jeongin notices. Of course he does – he notices everything about you. His fingernails dig into where they rest on your hip, surely leaving crescents to discover in the morning, and without breaking rhythm, he takes over setting the pace himself.
It doesn’t take long with Jeongin fitting perfectly inside you, his fingers circling your clit, his lips heated against yours. Your release washes over you with a cry of his name. He keeps moving you, keeps touching you, to help you ride it out. A few more motions, and he follows, your name falling from his lips.
A few moments pass. He holds you pressed against his chest as you both catch your breath, Eventually, you move to get off him, but his grip only tightens, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Stay here with me,” he whispers.
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warnings: none! ot8 (separate) x reader, fluff, crack, humor, no specific depictions of why they're at the hospital in the first place, probably (very) inaccurate, a heck ton of references, nonidol!au, established relationships.
wc: 5k-ish
a/n: imagine them speaking in slo-mo for maximum enjoyment <3
chan
The hospital elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, revealing a long hallway lined with numbered doors. You shifted the greasy paper bag in your hand, still warm against your palm, and stepped out.
Room 097. You nudged the door open with your elbow, balancing the food and a soda cup. Chan was exactly where you’d left him, propped up in bed in a 45 degree angle, eyelids heavy, hair messy and slightly curlee. The heart monitor beeped steadily beside him, its rhythmic pulse filling the quiet room.
“Brought fries,” you announced, shaking the bag a little. His head lolled toward the sound, reaction delayed.
“Fries?” Chan repeated, the word slow and dragged out. His expression suggested that anesthesia hadn’t quite worn off yet.
Chan's fingers twitched toward the bag before his hand even fully registered the movement, his wrist drooping mid-air.
You walked over and perched on the edge of his bed, the paper crinkling as you unfolded the top with exaggerated care — partly to keep grease off the sheets, partly to watch his face slowly crumple into anticipatory delight. His nose scrunched first, then his mouth fell open slightly, his whole body tilting towards you.
You handed him the bag, and his fingers curled around it carefully, then he pulled out a single fry, holding it up between thumb and forefinger, then, with a slowly, he took a bite.
The change was instantaneous. His eyes widened, fully awake now, and the heart monitor stuttered, skipped, then kicked into a faster rhythm. Beep-beep-beep.
You could practically see the dopamine hitting his bloodstream, his pupils dilating further as he chewed. “Oh,” he breathed, voice hushed with reverence. “Ohhh. this is goooood”
he attacked the next fry, fumbling slightly as his anesthesia-slowed reflexes struggled to keep up with his enthusiasm.
A fry slipped from his grip, landing on the blanket with a quiet *plop*. Without thinking, you picked it up and held it out to him. Chan leaned forward, mouth open, and let you pop it between his lips. His teeth grazed your fingertips, and he hummed around the bite.
“You—” he started, then paused to swallow, his tongue darting out to catch a stray grain of salt from his bottom lip. “You made these.” It wasn’t a question. It was a declaration, delivered by your boyfriend who’d just discovered the meaning of life in a paper bag of fast food fries.
You opened your mouth to correct him—Chan, I literally got these from the drive thru— but he was already rambling ahead, “S’why I love you,” he slurred, gesturing vaguely with a fry clutched between his fingers. “Magic hands. Could marry you. Would marry you. Right now.”
His head lolled to the side, “Do they do weddings here? In hospitals?” he paused, slowly reaching a finger to point at you "do you do weddings? like, as the bride?"
You couldn’t help it—you laughed, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably as Chan blinked at you with solemn, drug-dazed sincerity.
The heart monitor’s tempo increased another notch after he heard your laugh, keeping time with the way his free hand pawed clumsily at yours, "Pretty sure you're not legally allowed to consent to marriage while hopped up on anesthetic drugs," you said, plucking another fry with your free hand from the bag and holding it out.
Chan's mouth opened automatically, eyes crossing slightly as he focused on the fry's approach. "Mmm, but I mean it, though" he insisted around the mouthful, cheeks puffing out.
He brought your joined hands to his mouth, pressing a greasy, exaggerated kiss to your knuckles. "you make amazing fries,” he mumbled against your skin, "you'd make an amazing wife too"
minho
Did I...hic... swallow a lightbulb?" Minho's voice was thick with confusion, syllables sliding together. His eyelids fluttered against the ceiling light's glare, and somewhere to his left, a machine beeped in what felt like slow motion.
The old nurse's chuckle was warm but professional. "No, sweetheart, that's just the anesthesia. You're in recovery." She adjusted his IV with practiced ease.
Minho's fingers twitched against the stiff hospital sheets, his brow furrowing deeper when they met empty space. "huh—" He exhaled sharply, arm flopping sideways with alarming lack of coordination. "Where's—?"
Your hand caught his just as panic started creasing his forehead. The instant your skin touched his, his whole body sagged back into the pillow in relief, "Oh," he murmured, thumb clumsily stroking your knuckles. "There you are." His smile was lopsided, pupils still blown wide from the drugs.
The nurse leaned over him with a penlight, her scrubs rustling from the movement. "Mr. Lee, can you tell me where you are right now?"
Minho blinked at the ceiling tiles, his gaze drifting. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again. "No," he admitted finally, his voice scratchy with sleep and drugs. Then his fingers tightened around yours, "But my girlfriend's here so it's probably okay."
You bit back a laugh as the nurse's eyebrows shot up. She turned to you with a smile. "He's adorable when he's high, isn't he?"
Minho made a noise of protest, or at least tried to, but it came out as more of a drowsy hum, his fingers flexing weakly around yours. "Not high," he mumbled, his tongue slow and heavy. "Just..." His head lolled toward you, eyes struggling to focus. "wait," he squinted at you "you brought pudding?"
You hadn't even taken the lid off yet, but somehow, he'd already caught the scent of vanilla from the little plastic cup in your bag.
The nurse chuckled again and patted his shoulder. "I'll leave you two to it," she said, slipping out of the curtained area with a final rustle of scrubs.
Minho's face lit up when you finally pulled it out and peeled back the foil seal, his drowsy expression shifting into something close to glee.
"You know me," he sighed dreamily. His hands twitched uselessly in his lap — still too uncoordinated to hold the spoon — so you scooped up a bite and guided it toward his mouth.
He accepted it with a happy noise, eyes fluttering shut as he savored it. "That's crazy," he said around the mouthful, "How do you always know?"
You were about to tease him, something about how it wasn't exactly a secret, given the way he hoarded pudding cups in your fridge — when his expression abruptly sharpened. His brows furrowed with sudden intensity, his gaze oddly serious as he squinted at you.
"Did you feed the cats, too?"
You blinked. Of all the things for him to latch onto in his anesthesia haze, that was what his brain had zeroed in on.
"Yes," you assured him, fighting a smile. "Automatic feeder’s working, water bowl’s full, and I gave them extra treats before I left."
Minho exhaled like he'd been holding his breath, his shoulders slumping in relief. "Good," he murmured, already drifting again. His eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, heavy with exhaustion. " 'coz sometimes they get..." His words slurred together, the sentence trailing off into silence as his grip on your fingers loosened.
You watched him for a moment, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips parted slightly as his breathing evened out. he hadn't even finished his pudding cup.
A soft snore escaped him, and you couldn't help but laugh under your breath. the nurse was right— he is adorable like this.
changbin
"Ow," Changbin muttered, his voice gravelly, his eyelids felt glued shut, but when he finally managed to pry them open, harsh lights stabbed his vision. He groaned, squinting at the blurry figure sitting beside him. A person, vaguely familiar, holding what looked like his phone and wallet in their lap.
He blinked. Once, twice.
The person— you —looked up instantly, pocketing your phone with a soft smile. "Hey, Binnie. How’re you feeling?"
His pupils were still blown wide from the anesthesia, giving him the dazed, unfiltered honesty of someone who hadn’t quite remembered how to censor himself yet. He blinked at you, slowly , then exhaled a quiet, awed, “…Whoa.”
You stared back at him, “What?”
“You’re really pretty.” The words came out rough, slurred at the edges but painfully earnest. He tilted his head slightly, hospital blanket pooling around his waist as he squinted at you. “Are you a nurse?”
You nearly choked on your own spit trying not to laugh. “No,” you managed.
Changbin frowned, his brows knitting together in confusion. “But you’re here,” he pointed out, “And you’re holding my stuff.” He gestured vaguely at his phone and wallet in your lap.
You bit your lip to keep from grinning. “Yeah, because I came with you.”
His head snapped up so fast his IV line wobbled. “Wait.” his eyes widened slightly “You chose to be here?”
You nodded, watching as his expression cycled through disbelief, delight, and something dangerously close to smugness in the span of three seconds.
He opened his mouth — probably to say something ridiculous — but then his gaze dropped to his own hospital gown, and his face did a complicated little twist. “Do I… look okay?” he asked, voice suddenly small.
“You're drugged,” you said with a shrug.
He pouted. “That’s not what I asked.”
Before you could answer, he made a valiant attempt to flex his bicep under the thin blanket, but the effect was ruined by the way his elbow buckled halfway through.
The IV tugged at his wrist, and he hissed, dropping his arm with a grumble. Still, he managed a wobbly grin. “Still got it,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you.
“You can barely keep your eyes open,” you teased.
“But the muscle is there,” he insisted, patting his own bicep with a sleepy sort of pride.
The nurse chose that moment to walk in, clipboard in hand, and Changbin immediately perked up like he’d been waiting for an audience. “Do I look strong right now?” he asked her, voice dripping with hope.
She barely glanced up, “Sure.”
Changbin turned back to you, triumphant, but then his expression faltered. He bit his lip, suddenly shy, fingers picking at the edge of the blanket. “So…” he started, then stopped, swallowed, tried again. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
You blinked. “Changbin. I am your girlfriend.”
Then his eyes went huge.
“WHAT?”
You burst out laughing as he stared at you in utter, slack jawed disbelief, his head whipping between you and the nurse like he needed a second opinion. “You’re serious?” he demanded, voice cracking.
“Yes.”
“You’re my girlfriend?”
“Yes, Binnie.”
His entire face turned red so fast, then he dropped his head back onto the pillow with a muffled thump, hands covering his face as he started giggling, a high-pitched, disbelieving sound that dissolved into breathless, giddy laughter.
“No way,” he wheezed, peeking at you through his fingers. “No waaay.”
The nurse turned to you, and before she could even open her mouth, Changbin jabbed a finger in your direction, grinning so wide his cheeks must’ve ached. “That’s my girlfriend,” he announced.
“I know,” she said.
“No but like—” He grabbed your hand, squeezing your fingers like he needed proof you were real. “She’s mine.”
You squeezed his hand back, rolling your eyes but unable to hide the way your cheeks warmed at his dopey declaration. "Yes, yes, we've established this," you teased, but Changbin wasn't having it — he tugged your hand closer, his grip surprisingly strong for someone who'd just woken up from surgery.
"Wait, wait—" His eyes narrowed suddenly, a suspicious wrinkle forming between his brows. "Prove it."
You arched an eyebrow. "Prove what?"
"That you're my girlfriend." He crossed his arms over his chest, the IV line got tangled in the blanket halfway through the motion.
You leaned forward before he could fumble with the IV any further, pressing a quick, soft kiss to his lips — barely a brush, just enough to shut him up.
he froze, eyes wide, his breath hitching audibly against your mouth. When you pulled back, his entire face was slack with stunned silence, his fingers hovering in mid air.
“…Oh,” he said finally, voice hushed. the tips of his ears turned red, then he swallowed hard, and nodded once, “Yeah. That checks out.”
You snorted, nudging his shoulder lightly. “Satisfied?”
“…Can you do that again?”
hyunjin
"Hyunjin, you're drooling on the pillow," you said, poking his shoulder.
Hyunjin blinked slowly, his eyelids, the anesthesia still clinging to his thoughts. He smacked his lips once, twice, then frowned, "M'not drooling," he mumbled, his words slurring together. "M'a gentleman. Gentlemen don't drool." He lifted a hand to wipe his mouth that, sure enough, had a little spit trail down to his chin.
Then the nurses approached either side of his hospital bed, One of them had a pair of scissors in her hand, which, in his state, seemed vaguely threatening until he realized they were just for cutting off the hospital bracelet. The other nurse held a neatly folded stack of clothes. His clothes.
"Alright, Mr. Hwang, let's get you changed," one of them chirped, her voice far too cheerful for someone about to strip him bare.
she reaching for the flimsy ties of his gown. Hyunjin's reflexes were delayed, but he managed to clutch the thin paper fabric to his chest just as she gave it a tug.
"Ladies, ladies, calm down!" he giggled, his words still thick. His eyes darted to you, wide and pleading, as if you alone could shield him from this indignity. "I have a girlfriend!" he announced.
The nurses only laughed, unfazed, and the one holding a fresh set of clothes— soft sweatpants and a hoodie —tried to reassure him. "We see naked people every day, sweetheart. Yours isn't special," she sighed, reaching for the gown again.
Hyunjin gasped dramatically, twisting away just enough to escape her hands, his cheeks flushing pink, "No, no, she'll get mad!" he insisted, jerking his chin toward you. His voice dropped to a whisper, though it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. "She’s scary when she’s jealous."
You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all — Hyunjin, bleary eyed and pouting, clinging to his dignity (and his paper gown). “I’m not gonna get mad,” you said, shaking your head as you stepped closer.
It was true— you'd seen him in far more compromising positions, and besides, the nurses were just doing their job. But Hyunjin's face crumpled, his lower lip jutting out in a pout so exaggerated it could've been comical if it weren't for the genuine hurt flashing in his eyes.
"You don't care," he accused, his voice wobbling. The nurses exchanged amused glances, one of them muffling a snort behind her hand.
Rolling your eyes, you plucked the stack of clothes from the second nurse’s arms. “I care enough to dress you myself, you big baby,” you said, shooing the nurses away with a mock-stern wave. They retreated, still giggling, as you perched on the edge of the bed. Hyunjin blinked up at you, his drowsy defiance softening into something fond.
“You’re gonna…?” he slurred, and you nodded, already untangling the sleeves of his sweater. “Yeah, unless you want them to strip you.” His gasp was scandalized. “No! You’re my girlfriend. That’s your job.”
The paper gown crinkled as you peeled it away, Hyunjin’s arms flopping obediently when you guided them into the sweater. He swayed a little, forehead bumping against your shoulder, and you could feel his warm breath through the fabric.
“You’re heavy,” you grumbled, half heartedly, as you wrestled the sweater over his head. He hummed, nonsensically pleased, and muttered into your neck. “S’cause I’m a gentleman,” he mumbled, and you snorted, tugging the hem down over his hips. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.”
jisung
"Baloney," Jisung mumbled, his tongue heavy against the roof of his mouth. "Absolute…..baloney."
His eyelids fluttered, still glued shut with the weight of whatever they’d pumped into his veins. Around him, machines beeped in lazy intervals.
"I had a dream," he announced to no one in particular, louder this time, though his voice cracked midway. His fingers twitched against the stiff hospital sheets. "I had a girlfriend. Like, a whole girlfriend. Not just a ‘we held hands once’ thing. A full romcom montage girlfriend." He sighed, dreamy and dramatic, as if the memory alone was enough to melt him back into the mattress. "She laughed at my jokes. Even the bad ones. The really bad ones."
A quiet chuckle came from beside him. it was warm, familiar. "Yeah?"
Jisung's eyebrows shot up, his face twisting into a mix of confusion and exaggerated offense. "Yeah?" he repeated, dragging the word out like it personally wronged him.
His head lolled toward the sound, still fighting to pry his eyes open. "Don't 'yeah' me like that. This was cinematic. We—" He hiccuped, the motion making his IV tube sway. "—we fed each other and....cuddled..The whole cliché shebang."
The chuckle came again, softer now, closer. A hand brushed his wrist, fingers skimming the edge of his hospital bracelet. "Sounds serious."
"Dead serious," Jisung insisted, nodding so vigorously his neck protested. He winced, "I think she might’ve been a ghost."
The hand on his wrist squeezed, just enough to pinch. "Ow—hey!"
"Definitely not a ghost," you said, your thumb rubbing slow circles over the inside of his wrist where you'd pinched him.
Jisung's fingers twitched again, curling weakly toward your touch. His eyelids finally unstuck, blinking rapidly, he squinted up at you, pupils blown wide, the brown of his irises nearly swallowed by black.
Jisung stared at you for three full seconds before his lips parted in a slow, lopsided grin. "Oh," he said, dragging the syllable out, "You're real." His head flopped back against the pillow, a delirious laugh bubbling up from his chest.
"That's wild. I thought you were, like. A metaphor. Or a side effect. Or—" He hiccuped again, one hand flailing vaguely toward the IV drip. "— drugs."
You caught his hand mid-air, lacing your fingers through his. His skin was warm, slightly clammy, but his grip tightened instinctively around yours. "Nope," you said, popping the 'p' right in his face. "Just me. Your very real girlfriend."
Jisung blinked at you, like he was trying to commit every detail of your face to memory before the drugs wiped it clean again.
His grin widened, dopey and unfiltered, “Holy shit,” he breathed, his free hand lifting to poke your cheek— once, twice —as if testing for holographic resistance. “You’re solid. Like, actually solid. not a...ghost”
You snorted, catching his wandering fingers before they could migrate to your nose. “Ghost girlfriends don’t usually pinch,” you pointed out, squeezing his hand again for emphasis.
“Fair,” he conceded, then leaned in, “But listen,” he whispered, “If you were a ghost, I’d still be into it.
You burst out laughing, the sound bouncing off the walls. Jisung’s eyes lit up at the noise, his entire face softening at the noise. “You’re so gone”
Jisung’s happy expression turned into confusion. “Gone?” he repeated, tilting his head. “Nah. I’m here. Like, physically here.” He wiggled his toes under the thin hospital blanket for emphasis, then immediately winced. “Okay, maybe not all of me is here. My feet are kinda… zoning out.”
“They’ll come back,” you promised. “Just give the drugs time to wear off.”
felix
Felix blinked awake, eyes wide and unfocused, his face still slack. He looked around, then his head turned toward you, and his lips curled into a grin so sudden it was like someone had flipped a switch.
"There she is," he murmured, voice thick with sleep and whatever cocktail they'd pumped into his veins. "C'mere, c'mere." His hand flopped against the hospital bed sheets, patting the space beside him, " You're so... shiny right now. Like a... a disco ball, but softer. And smaller. And—" He squinted. "Are you glowing, or is that just me?"
You laughed, "I'm not glowing, lix" you stepped closer to him, sitting at the edge of the bed and planting a kiss on his forehead.
"I missed you," he announced solemnly, as if you'd been gone for years instead of the twenty minutes it took to wheel him out of surgery and back. "I missed you too, baby," you answered with a smile
Then, abruptly, he tensed. "Wait." His fingers tapped your arm, "Did you eat today?"
You laughed, "Yes, Felix. I ate."
His voice had lost its drowsy slur, "Are you sure you ate? fruits?.." He paused, holding a hand up to count on his fingers "like carrots, cucumbers, and also...yogurt"
"I had a sandwich," you said slowly, "and an apple. And yes, yogurt, if that’s what you’re worried about." You smoothed a hand down his arm, feeling the tension coiled there. "Felix, what’s—"
He exhaled sharply, his body sagging back against the pillows. "Good," he muttered, more to himself than to you. His eyelids fluttered, heavy with residual drowsiness. "That’s good." His grip loosened, fingers sliding down to lace clumsily with yours. "Gonna make you brownies when we get home," he mumbled, the words slurring at the edges.
"Brownies with walnuts," he clarified, because this was vital information. His voice was thick, half lost in the cottony haze of fading anesthesia. "And—and extra chocolate chips. The kind you like."
You smiled, squeezing his hand gently. "You're gonna burn them," you teased, "Like last time." The memory of smoke alarms and Felix waving a dish towel like a surrender flag made your chest ache with something fond and familiar.
Felix made a noise of protest, his head lolling toward you. "Not gonna burn them," he insisted, words smudging together at the edges. "Gonna use the timer. The one with the—" He gestured vaguely with his free hand, fingers sketching shapes in the air. "The beep. The loud beep."
seungmin
The first thing Seungmin noticed was the ceiling. It was off white, with large square lights glaring down at him. The second thing he noticed was the dryness — his throat felt like it had been stuffed with cotton balls, then set on fire. He tried to swallow and winced.
"Ugh," he croaked, his voice barely louder than a whisper. The word came out rough, scraping against his raw throat.
He blinked slowly, his eyelids heavy as if someone had glued weights to them. The lights above him cast a harsh glow that made his head pound. He squinted, turning his face away.
"Someone turn that shit off," he mumbled, but no one answered. The room was quiet except for the steady beep of a monitor nearby. He tried to lift his arm to shield his eyes, but his limbs felt like wet noodles. A dull ache radiated from his shoulder down to his fingertips.
Then he heard laughter — soft, familiar. His brows furrowed, and he turned his head toward the sound. You were sitting in a chair beside the bed, grinning at him like he’d just told the funniest joke in the world.
Seungmin’s smile was slow, the kind that started at one corner of his mouth and crept upward until it reached his eyes, crinkling them at the edges. "You're here," he said, voice still scratchy but suddenly brighter, as if your presence had flipped a switch in him.
"My throat hurts," he murmured, pouting in a way that would've been ridiculous if it weren't so endearing. "My head hurts, too. And the lighting in here is ugly." His voice was thin, frayed at the edges, but the way he said it made you laugh again.
The sound seemed to startle him, his eyes widening slightly before his expression melted into something unbearably fond. "Oh," he said, as if surprised by his own realization. "You're laughing. That's nice." He blinked slowly, his gaze drifting over your face like he was memorizing it.
Then, he added abruptly, "Actually, I might be dying. Can you check?"
You rolled your eyes (fondly) and reached for the water bottle on the bedside table, twisting the cap off with one hand. "You're not dying," you said, sliding a straw inside and guiding it toward his lips. "You're just dramatic."
He opened his mouth obediently, letting you guide the straw between his teeth. The first sip was tentative, but the second was greedy, his throat working as he swallowed.
Seungmin exhaled sharply through his nose, water droplets clinging to his lower lip as he pulled away from the straw. His eyes — still hazy from anesthesia — locked onto yours with sudden, startling clarity. The corners of his mouth twitched, and then, his entire face softened.
"Actually," he murmured, his voice still rough but lighter now, "things are looking up. The lighting is better now." and then, because Seungmin had never been subtle a day in his life, he added, "Or maybe it's just you."
You snorted, but your fingers tightened around the water bottle anyway. "Wow," you deadpanned. "You're so smooth post surgery. Do they pump you full of charm with the anesthesia, or is this just your natural state?"
Seungmin's laugh was a quiet, breathy thing, more vibration than sound. "Natural talent," he croaked, then winced. "Ow. Laughing hurts. Stop being funny." He reached for the water again, but his hand wobbled mid air, his fingers twitching toward yours instead.
You guided the straw back to his lips without comment, watching as he took another slow sip. His throat worked, Adam's apple bobbing, and when he leaned back against the pillow, his expression was smug. "See? Told you. Better already."
You arched an eyebrow. "The water or me?"
"Yes."
jeongin
The nurse who worked at the hospital was old. she had seen it all before — confused Post-operation patients, disoriented trauma cases, people who swore they were Napoleon. But this was different.
She checked Jeongin's chart again, tapping her pen against the clipboard. "And what's your name, sweetheart?" she asked, though she already knew the answer. Standard procedure. Always a standard procedure.
Jeongin blinked up at her, pupils still dilated from the anesthesia. His hair was a mess, sticking up in three different directions. He opened his mouth, hesitated — then his eyes slid past her shoulder, and his entire face transformed. A slow, dopey grin spread across his lips, so wide it looked like it might hurt. "You,"
You hadn't even said anything yet. You'd just walked into the recovery room holding a paper cup of water, freezing cold from the vending machine down the hall.
The nurse glanced between the two of you, eyebrows rising. "Do you know who this is?" she asked Jeongin, nodding toward you.
Jeongin didn’t even glance at the nurse. His gaze stayed locked on you, dopey and adoring.
“Of course I know,” he said, voice slurred but certain. “That’s—” He paused, brow furrowing, then brightened. “That’s my...girlfriend!”
The nurse’s pen hovered over her clipboard, her lips pursed in amusement. “Alright, Mr. yang,” she said, “What year is it?”
Jeongin blinked at her, his grin faltering for the first time since you’d walked in. His brow scrunched up, the effort of concentration visible in the way his fingers flexed against the sheets.
Then, with a sudden, helpless laugh, he turned his head toward you, his eyes pleading. “You tell her,” he said, then turned his head back to the nurse and whispered “She knows everything.”
You couldn’t help it — you snorted, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth to stifle the sound. and he beamed back at you.
the nurse chuckled, there was a fondness in it as she scribbled down in her clipboard. “Uh huh, and does ‘she’ know what planet we’re on, too?”
Jeongin’s face went blank for a second, then lit up again. “Earth,” he announced proudly, then, he added, “But I think she could tell you about the other ones. If you asked nice.”
The nurse’s pen paused mid scribble. She gave you a look — half exasperated, half amused — before sighing and flipping her clipboard shut. “Alright, Romeo. You’re officially the most charming post-op I’ve had all week.”
She patted Jeongin’s shoulder, then nodded toward the door. “He’s all yours. Just don’t let him try to walk yet” and she left with a final smile, the door clicking shut behind her.
Jeongin’s head turned to your direction, he tried weakly to reach for you, and you reached out and let him clumsily intertwine his fingers with yours.
“You’re real,” he murmured, he’d half convinced himself you were a hallucination.
You squeezed his hand, biting back a laugh. “Pretty sure. Unless we’re both hallucinating, which would be—”
STRAY KIDS REACTION — getting interrupted during a heated moment.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖🛸── .✦ crack. smut. mdni.
Stray Kids getting interrupted in the middle of an intense and heated moment.
❛ ━━━━━━･❪skz❫･━━━━━━ ❜
: ̗̀➛ bang chan
Studio lights dimmed, Chan has you pinned against the soundproof wall like he’s about to ruin you for anyone else. His hand is shoved up your skirt, fingers teasing the edge of your soaked panties while he grinds his painfully hard cock against your thigh.
“Been dying to fuck you raw in this studio,” he growls, voice wrecked, lips brushing your ear. “Gonna make you scream my name so loud the members hear it through the walls—”
RING RING RING RING.
His manager’s name flashes like Satan himself.
Chan’s entire body freezes mid-thrust. He lets out the most pained, horny groan known to man and drops his head between your tits.
“Fuck my life. If I don’t answer he’ll send a search party.”
He stays pressed against you, still rock hard and twitching.
“Baby… talk dirty to me while I answer. I need something to stay hard through this call.”
: ̗̀➛ lee minho
Minho’s got you bent over the kitchen island like a five-star meal. Shorts yanked down to your knees, his hard cock rubbing between your ass cheeks while two fingers are already knuckle-deep inside you, curling viciously.
“Such a greedy little pussy,” he purrs, biting your shoulder. “Clenching around my fingers like you want me to breed you right here on the counter—”
CRASH!
Glass explodes. Soonie has committed war crimes and knocked over an entire bottle of expensive wine.
Minho stills, fingers still buried deep. He slowly turns his head like a possessed demon.
“You absolute menace.” He pulls his fingers out with a wet sound, sucks them clean while glaring at the cat, then looks back at you with a feral smirk.
“New plan. I’m locking all three cats in the bathroom, then fucking you stupid on this counter. Don’t move.”
: ̗̀➛ seo changbin
Changbin has you lifted against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, his thick cock grinding hard against your clothed core like he’s trying to fuck you through the fabric. Sweat is already dripping down his neck.
“Fuck— you’re dripping through your panties,” he rasps, voice deep and animalistic. “Gonna split you open, baby. Gonna make this pussy cry for me—”
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
“FOOD DELIVERY!”
Changbin’s head snaps toward the door like he wants to murder someone. He yells back without moving an inch, still grinding slow and filthy,
“LEAVE IT OUTSIDE OR I’LL PAY YOU TO WAIT THERE FOR THIRTY MINUTES!”
He looks back at you, eyes wild, lips swollen. “If that guy knocks again I’m answering the door with my dick out. Fair warning.”
: ̗̀➛ hwang hyunjin
Hyunjin has you sprawled on the couch, shirt pushed up, mouth latched onto your nipple while his hips roll deep and sensual between your legs. You can feel every inch of his long, hard cock pressing right against your clit through his thin sweatpants.
“Want to cover you with my cum tonight,” he moans dramatically, tongue flicking. “Gonna edge you until you’re begging, then ruin this pretty pussy—”
DING.
Mama Hwang: “Honey I’m outside!! I brought kimchi jjigae. Why aren’t you answering the door?“
Hyunjin freezes mid-lick, eyes wide like he just got caught committing a felony. He whispers in pure theatrical horror.
“My mother is outside… while I have a raging boner and your tit in my mouth.”
He dramatically flops his face into your chest. “Tell her we’re sleeping. Tell her i’m still showering. I don’t care. Just buy me time before I actually die.”
: ̗̀➛ han jisung
Jisung is uncharacteristically feral tonight — straddling you, pants shoved down just enough, frantically grinding his leaking cock against your bare stomach while whimpering into your mouth.
“Fuck— I’m so hard it hurts,” he whines, voice cracking. “Want to cum all over you, then fuck you right after, pleasepleaseplease—”
ACHOO!
A nuclear sneeze explodes out of him, followed by two more.
Jisung goes rigid, face scarlet. “I just— I sneezed on my own dick mid session. This is my villain origin story.”
ACHOO!
He hides in your neck, still grinding pathetically. “Don’t laugh— okay laugh, but don’t stop touching me. I’m emotionally fragile and physically desperate.”
: ̗̀➛ lee felix
Felix has you underneath him, deep voice rumbling as he sucks marks into your neck and grinds his thick cock against your soaked panties in slow, filthy circles.
“Gonna eat this pussy till you’re shaking,” he growls, accent heavy with lust. “Then I’m fucking you so deep you’ll feel me for days—”
ALARM BLARING. Kitchen timer screaming and letting you know that the instant ramen is ready.
Felix lifts his head, freckles standing out on his flushed face, looking personally betrayed by the universe.
“…The noodles are done.”
He stares at you dead serious, cock still throbbing against you. “We have thirty seconds to decide: soggy ramen or me railing you until you forget what ramen is.”
Pause.
“Actually, fuck it. Ramen can drown. I’m choosing you.”
: ̗̀➛ kim seungmin
Seungmin has you on his lap, one hand fisted in your hair, the other squeezing your ass as he guides you to grind down on his very obvious, very hard cock. His usual calm is gone — he’s biting your lip, voice low and mean in the hottest way.
“Finally. Now ride me properly before I—”
RING RING RING!
On your phone was his mom calling.
“Seungmin’s Mom ❤️” with a heart emoji and everything.
Seungmin pulls back like he’s been electrocuted, but his hands stay glued to your ass, still squeezing.
“Answer it. Right now.”
You stare at him in disbelief. He smirks, even as his cock twitches under you.
“What? I’m a good son. But the second you hang up…” He leans in, whispering right against your lips, “I’m bending you over and fucking the respect right out of you.”
: ̗̀➛ yang jeongin
Jeongin’s shyness has completely evaporated. He’s got you pinned to his bed, tongue in your mouth, one hand boldly squeezing your breast while his hips rut desperately against you, hard cock straining in his pants.
“Want you so bad— can I fuck you? Please? I’ll be so good, I’ll make you cum so many times—”
LIGHTS OUT.
Total blackout. All lights in the room dies.
You both freeze, breathing heavy in pitch darkness. Jeongin lets out the most dramatic, betrayed whine.
“Are you actually kidding me?! Right now when I finally have the chance after aching all day?!”
He still hasn’t stopped grinding slowly against your thigh in the dark.
“…We have condoms in the drawer. I have muscle memory. We can do this blind. Or… we can laugh and I’ll keep dry-humping you until the power comes back. Your choice, no pressure.”
I’m so GOT7 coded rn. Here I go again interpreting birth charts for my own silly pleasure. Take it with a pinch of salt, ahgases. The way this sat in my drafts for over a year yet only took about an hour to finish. I refused to change the pics for the next comeback so here ya go.
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