Will Their Be A Poor Seungmin Pt 2?

Unlikely Scene

Based on this edit

A/n: I watched this edit and literally screamed. I would kill for them fr fr 💀

Warnings: smut? Knife play, blood? Death, Sub reader, knife fucking, fear play? Threesome, penetration, mxm, dom Lee know, switch Seungmin, freaky reader, let me know if I missed anything

You had known for while who your boyfriends were. And it didn’t bother you in the slightest. You were surprised when you first found out, but you were quick to assure them that you were heavily into it.

Ever since the killings had started, and you heard about it from the news, you were more intrigued than scared. You had always had a macabre fascination for murderers and their reasonings. You had studied a lot of them, in fact. Even fell in love with the idea of dating a killer, hoping that he would use it against you if he ever got angry with you. Threaten you with any weapon of their choice. Make you beg.

It made your knees weak just thinking about it.

When you saw that iconic black mask with a face that looked as if it were melting, you felt your heart flutter. Not in fear, but curiosity. The news itself had said each killing had started with a phone call. The killer was male, and enjoyed toying with his victims. That was all they knew. It made you fantasize about him, and how his voice sounded. You had become obsessed with this killer in particular.

To have a notorious serial killer in your lifetime made you squeal in excitement, and not only that, he was in your town! Why you were excited, you didn’t know. You knew that you should be afraid, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be.

You kept your doors and windows locked, but you stayed up, wondering who was next. If you knew them. If he was anywhere near you. What type of blade did he use? Did he even use a blade? What if he used just regular kitchen scissors? You couldn’t help it as your mind wandered during the early hours.

You finally drifted to sleep.

The next day, reports were consistently flowing through the news about the new killer, and how the locals had dubbed him Ghostface. The name made you shiver, the sound of it rolling off your tongue in admiration.

How could he have gotten a fan following so quickly?

You unlocked your phone, inputting his name in the tag bar, millions of posts appearing in seconds. You saw pictures of people wearing a similar mask, but you noticed that none of them were the same. It made you wonder if the killers mask was custom made. You also saw fake deaths and pretty girls chewing their bubble gum while calling the guy a creep.

They might be next, you hoped, rolling your eyes.

A couple weeks later, two more deaths were caused at the hands of your new obsession, the people unknown to you. You didn’t lose any sleep over it. But you noticed that the next video caught of him, his body was slightly different. To most people, they wouldn’t notice. But you watched this man closely. The next photo was the same mask. The scuff near the chin and the small indent near the right eye didn’t go unseen by you, but this body was a few inches taller, and his shoulders broader.

That’s not him…is it?

You suddenly doubted yourself, unsure if you were paying enough attention. You cursed at yourself, pulling out your phone, looking at your ghostface file.

Okay. You confirmed that it most definitely wasn’t the same guy. The original was smaller, and more built. This guy was a tall scrawny guy. But the robes and large mask made it hard to see. Even the news people didn’t even notice it. They kept on speaking as if it were your killer. But it wasn’t. You sighed out, suddenly wondering if this was a two man job? Maybe three? Or if this was just a phony that wanted attention.

You sighed, hopping in the shower on your second floor. You didn’t even hear your phone ringing, the shower flooding your ear drums, the steam making you lazy.

When you stepped out, you noticed the missed call. It was from an unknown number, making you shrug, drying your hair. Two minutes later as you’re putting on your shorts, your phone rings again. The same number.

You answer, wiping your legs.

“Hello, y/n,” a raspy voice greeted, making you freeze.

“Hello? Do I know you?” You ask casually, dropping your towel at your feet.

“You might have seen me on tv. I’m a pretty big deal right now, some might say…an icon,” he said, chuckling a bit at the end. You barely caught it.

You had a feeling as to where this was going. You remembered that the news lady said it all started with a phone call. Your breath hitched in your throat, but your insides turned to jello, arousal pooling in your stomach.

“Well, give me a hint, then. What type of people consider you an icon?” You turned slowly, facing your bathroom door, looking passed the hinges into your room. Empty.

“The not so nice people. The ones that want to hurt others…People that crave violence, that worship the wrong god…And guess what? I see that you idolize me, princess. So which type of person are you? You don’t seem violent, just curious,” You could tell he was using a voice changer, but despite knowing it was fake, your thighs clenched together at his on point answer. You breathed deeply.

“I-How did-?” You stuttered, your face flushing. You had all of your Ghostface memorabilia in the guest bedroom, and if he knew that you geeked out over him, that meant he was here. In your home. You were next.

“You must worship the wrong god, sweetheart. Such a shame it has to be you tonight,” he almost sounded genuine, but it was hard to tell with his altered voice. You stepped forward towards your bed, sitting at the edge.

“You’re here?” You whispered, earning a laugh from him.

“Yes, sweetheart. I am.”

Your eyes glazed over, the reality of the situation reaching you before you knew it. A shudder ran through you, and you decided to press your luck. It was silent on the other end, and you took your chance.

“Can I ask you a question, sir?”

You heard a small gasp from him, making you lightly smile.

“Sir? Well with such nice manners, I shall grant you a question or two,” his voice was the same, but the tone turned slightly more playful.

“Are there…are there two of you? I noticed that, you looked a bit different from before…It’s hard to explain-“ you were cut off with a solid answer.

“Yes. There are two of us. A team, if you will,” his voice was thin now, almost reserved, which was so different then the previous playful killer that you had gotten used to in those few minutes.

“Lucky for you, we both came tonight,”

Your eyes widened, unsure how to feel at that statement. Both? What did that mean for you? Are they both gonna try and kill you? Was one here to take pictures while the other stabbed you to death? Your mind wandered, not hearing what he said to you before hanging up.

Your hand dropped to your side, your phone sliding from your palm and onto the floor. You sat still, suddenly aware of the footsteps coming from your hallway. They sounded heavy, and moved with a purpose.

Your eyes caught the black robes as they glided into your room, a knife in his hand. Just one?

He paused in front of you, frozen. You wondered what he was thinking, considering he was wearing the damn mask. You felt your panties sticking to your wet core, making you move your legs. You were desperately hoping he would take the mask off at least once before he killed you. You wanted to see the face of the man that had gotten you hooked over the past few months. It was the least he owed you.

He shifted on his feet, not coming closer.

He almost looked uncomfortable. You tilted your head.

“Were you the one on the phone?” You asked calmly, causing the man to recoil in response.

“I was,” you heard a voice say from your hallway.

You didn’t even hear his steps. When he emerged, he was wearing the same outfit and mask as the other, and you noticed how he was the taller of the two, the one with the broad shoulders. You gasped. He took his palace next to his comrade, towering over both he and you.

“Well?” He cooed, his voice significantly different from how he sounded on the phone. It was lighter and angelic. He could be a singer during the day. He tilted his head as you did to the other, his posture making you feel things you had never felt before.

“Can I see you both? Before you…you know?” You cringe at the thought of death, and the shorter of the two recoiled yet again.

“Why aren’t you running? You should be scared,” he finally spoke, his English slightly broken. Almost as if he was from out of the country.

“Cause she’s fucked up. Ain’t that right sweetheart?” The taller answered for you, making your mouth dry. His voice was so sweet, but his tone condescending. All you could do was stare as thy looked at each other through the masks.

“Let’s let her see. After all, she isn’t gonna be around much longer tonight,” he sighed, almost as if it were a chore.

Your focus was now pointed at them fully, watching the smaller struggle internally before sighing as well, nodding. They both reached for the hems of the masks, tugging the off. At first you couldn’t see their faces, shaking their heads to fix their messy hair. But when they flipped them up, your jaw dropped.

They were absolutely gorgeous. The shorter, his features were sharp, his eyes slanted like a cat. And his lips were thin, his bunny teeth showing as he cringed at the feeling of his hair pointing in every direction. His adams apple shaped like a heart as he tilted his neck to pop it. His gaze was intense as he observed you. His muscular build framed by the robe.

The taller of the two, scrawny, but firm. His broad shoulders held his beautiful face, his cheeks round, and his eyes big and devastating, reminding you of a puppy. His hair brown with a blonde bang. And his lips framed the silver braces shimmering as he smiled.

You fought the urge to make a noise of plea.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” The taller asked with a grin, making you gulp.

You didn’t respond, unsure if there was a right answer or not. You continued looking at them, unable to stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together, sighing at the friction.

“Answer me.” His voice deepened, almost like a growl. You gasped when he came to stop in front of you, grabbing your chin to look up at him.

“Are you turned on right now?” He questioned, a mocking tone lacing his voice as he grinned at you.

Your eyes watered slightly, feeling a little spacey.

“Yes,” you breathed out.

He laughed, letting go of your chin, making you whine at the loss of his touch. He stepped back, his grin spreading as he went to whisper something into his friend’s ear. His eyes darkened as he smirked, both turning to you with lust in their gaze.

“Lay down,” the shorter barked the order, and you obeyed immediately, making their eyes widen in shock. They didn’t expect you to comply so easily.

“What should I call you guys?” You mutter, watching as they both went to opposite sides of the bed.

The looked at each other before nodding.

“Lee Know,” the boy said at your right.

“Seungmin,” the one on your left said.

Their names were beautiful to you, and suddenly you wanted to sing them as a mantra, your own prayer. But you held back, not wanting this moment to end.

They both just stared at what you for what felt like hours, your legs brushing against each other to relieve yourself any way you could. Your eyes caught Seungmin gaze, locking onto him as you admired him from your position. You didn’t notice Lee know moving his knife to brush against your throat, making you freeze, eyes widened but still focused on seungmin.

You felt the cool metal brush against your skin, moving lower, reaching your top. He paused before moving above them lower. You whined at the muted feeling of the knife above your clothes, making them both chuckle.

“Your liking this aren’t you, sweetheart? You like Lee Knows knife?” Seungmin cooed, bringing his hand up to caress your face.

You sniffled, “Yes,” you whine, your legs twitching when he pushed the tip of the board into your inner thigh. A slight prick that made you see stars. You turned to look at the other man, watching as he slipped it into the waistband of your shorts.

He used his other hand, using it and the knife to pull them off, immediately noticing you wearing nothing underneath. He groaned, tossing your shorts to the side. You gasped when the blade met your skin again, the sudden chill painful before heating into a deep fire.

“Then you wouldn’t mind him fucking you with it?” Your eyes widened, turning back to Seungmin, seeing his cocky grin. He brushed a hair from your face, raising his brows. “What, sweetheart? You don’t want this? Don’t want us?”

If you were in your right mind, you would be able to tell he was manipulating you, but you were too far gone to care, and you really wanted this. Wanted them.

“I want it! Please! I want it so bad…” you groaned, moving your hips slightly.

Seungmin smiled before watching Lee know flip the knife, placing the handle at your entrance.

The handle with warm from his hands, a deep contrast to the chill of the blade.

“Ready?” Lee Know asked. You barely had the chance to respond as he thrusted the handle in, pressing it to the hilt. The beginning of the blade hit your ass, but he positioned it to where it couldn’t cut you.

You moaned loudly, your back arching as he started thrusting the handle at a steady pace. You whimpered, turning back to Seungmin. He no longer held his mocking smile, instead his face filled with concentration as he watched where Lee Knows hands met your middle, his braces showing from his open mouth.

“You like it, Seungmo? She pretty, ain’t she?” Lee Know slurred, staring at his friend.

“So pretty, Minnie,” he breathed, listening to the squelching of your pussy. He looked up and caught his gaze, both of them staring at each other. It made your toes curl.

Suddenly Lee know pushed forward, capturing seungmin in a kiss. He was caught by surprise, but melted into it, quickly slipping tongue. You watched as you were being fucked, the sight alone enough to make you finish.

You felt the coil in your stomach burn hotter with each second, but it finally snapped when you heard the high pitch moan from seungmin. You came hard as the boys separated, a string of saliva connecting them together.

“Good girl, y/n,” Lee Know mumbled, his lips wet and swollen.

You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing.

You opened your eyes to see them both staring at you, their eyes glossy and focused.

“Did the knife cut you?” Seungmin asked, reaching for your discarded shorts.

You huffed out, not expecting that question.

“No…are you guys gonna…?” You made a slash motion at your neck, watching seungmin look at you hard.

“No…But I have another idea for you,” his playful tone back, he grinned at the two of you.

“Be our girlfriend. Our watchdog. Let us know if anyone’s on to us. I see you already have done plenty of research, sweetheart,” His head tilted as he grinned at you.

You looked at Lee know, and he nodded, smiling. You noticed the slick on the handle of the knife. You reached for it, Lee know flinching, thinking you were going to retaliate. Instead, you brought it to your lips, licking it seductively as you looked at them both.

“I’d be honored,” you giggled, making them smile.

That’s how you all become partners in crime <3

SKZ and Piercings

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3RACHA

Warnings: suggestive, piercings, needle talk, fluff, MDNI, not an accurate representation of Skz just my personal opinions

Summary: What piercings I think 3RACHA would like/what they like on their partner<3

Bangchan:

For him personally, he has talked a lot about his view and love for piercings, even confiding in us that he wanted many on his lives.

I feel he would be open to having many piercings, even on his face. Especially a nose stud or two.

He loves wearing the fake jewelry, but sometimes he really wants the real deal, you know? I feel he would definitely get a nose stud and perhaps an eyebrow piercing or two.

He might be open to nipple piercings? Maybe a dermal or two-

For his partner, I don't think he would care what you have. He would love it regardless. Even encourages you to get them if you truly want them.

Admires the jewelry and even gets some that he thinks you'd like.

Worships them when he's close. Loves kissing the cold jewelry that lays against your warm skin.

When your intimate, if you have nipple piercings or a bellybutton piercing, he would lick and suck of the soft skin, flicking his tongue against the steel.

Doesn't want you to hide it with skin toned resin, loving who you are and all that comes with you.

Changbin:

I feel like he wouldn't personally choose to have piercings other than on his ears, which is also very limited.

It's not that he doesn't like them, he just prefers them on others. He may be open to a few suggestions, but isn't interested in personalizing his body like that.

For his partner? You can do what you want, he'll still find you perfect.

He is a little uncomfortable kissing you if you have lip piercings at first, but gets used to it.

It eventually becomes his favorite thing to do, feeling the cool metal on his hot mouth.

If you have dermal, he would give them light kisses, showing his affection for you in small ways.

You were worried about showing off all the piercings in public, but he urged you to not be. To not hide them.

He didn't care what others thought. You were his everything z including the beautiful jewelry that lined your face and ears.

He wouldn't change you for the world.

Encourages you to be healthy and make sure they are clean.

Loves nuzzling into your ears, feeling the jewels tickle his nose.

Buys you cute jewelry he thinks would look cute on you.

Han:

He might not like facial piercings for himself, but he would totally get a tongue piercing and a few on his ears. Maybe a dick piercing-

He would get a spikey resin jewelry for his tongue, loving the y2k look.

Loves your piercings, giving each one attention when he can. He likes the way you wear them proudly and confidently, wishing he could look that good with them.

When he's drunk, he tries to name each one, making you giggle.

Buys you both matching jewelry to wear when he's on tour.

Loves eating you out with his tongue jewelry in, and even bought the vibrating tongue ring to please you even more.

Stares at you for hours before he noticed he was needed elsewhere.

Loves when you nuzzle your face into his neck. He likes the sudden chill the metal provides, especially after dance practice.

Kiss Cam

Notes: if anyone has any ideas on things for me to write, feel free to let me know. I need fresh ideas~

Summary: You were at a hockey game, and when the kiss Cam laned on you and the random but cute guy at your side, you didn't know what to do.

Warnings: none? Just cute Seungmin and some fluff. Possible language

You shivered as you felt the chill coming from the ice in front of you.

The game was about to start, and after finding your spot in the audience, you sat for what felt like forever.

You were supposed to be here with your friends,but they cancelled last minute, only allowing you to attend the sports game.

You didn't know much about hockey; it was mostly your friends. You enjoyed the fights that broke out occasionally, but that was about it.

Still, you came anyway, not wanting to waste the ticket.

You put on your sweater as another chill brushed against your skin, feeling the goosebumps rise on your flesh.

A loud buzzer went off before an announcer started to speak, letting us know what teams were playing, and their previous scores.

The lights dimmed lightly, a spotlight shining on the floor of ice, the men slowly skating their way out individually.

You watched, delighted, before hearing a group of boys to your left. They were quiet and respectful of those around them, but you felt a nudge in your shoulder, and then another. You turned.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you. Are you alright?"

The voice itself was beautiful. When your eyes met his, the slant in his lids hid most of his iris, but his expression almost made his eyes look larger than they really were. His face was long but puffy, giving him the look of a worried puppy.

"I'm okay, thank you," You respond back, thankful for the dim lighting. You could feel the heat reaching your ears, hinting that you were blushing.

He smiled and then nodded before turning to the game that was beginning. You stared a bit longer.

He was wearing a snapback cap with a logo on it. You were sure it was in support of one of the teams, but it was too dark for you to see.

He wore a baggy jersey with a white sleeve underneath, and baggy pale jeans. When he sat, his pants outlined his thin long, legs. His hands were wrapped around a styrofoam cup, filled with some sort of beverage.

The buzzer went off again, snapping your from your thoughts.

One of the teams scored. As the boys jumped up from their spots to cheer, you did as well, suddenly choosing a side. What side? You had no clue.

It was nice seeing the boy next to you smile. It was contagious. It was also then that you caught a glimpse of his braces.

The light refracted from them, letting you see that he opted for no rubber bands. Just the natural silver.

They looked beautiful on him.

"Want some popcorn? I can't have any," He asked you suddenly when you all sat down.

You looked at him with surprise, looking down to see him holding a half empty bag of orange kernals.

"Oh! No thank you, that's very sweet. I don't eat popcorn," That was a lie, but it felt wrong to enjoy something if he couldn't. Not Infront of him at least.

"Me neither. Braces," He pointed out. He didn't physically show you, but you knew anyway.

"Ah...That must suck," You said, turning your full attention to him.

"It really does. I'm Seungmin by the way,"

"Y/n,"

His eyes sparkle a bit, a smile flooding his face. "That's pretty," He muttered more to himself than you, but you heard it anyway.

Break time came up quicker than you expected, meaning there would be games and raffles going on on the ice.

Most of the guys from his side went off to get more food or go to the restroom, but Seungmin stayed and chatted with you.

"What is your job?" He asked you, bringing the straw to his lips.

"I'm an artist. I do paintings and stuff for people. I also sculpt and do interior design. It just depends on what the customer needs," You say quietly, not wanting judgement.

You parents weren't too happy about your occupation, but it made you happy.

Despite thinking that way, you saw his face brighten.

"That's awesome! Maybe you could do one for me? I have so much empty space!" He exclaimed, pulling out his phone.

"Your just trying to make me feel better," you laugh, fisting the material of your pants.

This guy was making your heart flutter, and it made you anxious.

"No, no! I mean it-" He looks up at you. "Hyunjin would think this is awesome too! One of my friends, who happens to be with me tonight, actually," He says, smiling.

"Oh really? Does he do art?"

After you asked, Seungmin pulled up numerous pictures of Hyunjins art, and all you could do was gape at them.

They were beautiful, and all had meaning and expression. Your stuff came from other people's minds while his was from his own.

"Hey Seungmin, I got you another soda," A man with a deep voice said suddenly, making your conversation partner turn.

"Thanks Felix,"

Most of the guys from his side were back, all chatting amongst themselves. They almost seemed like brothers.

Another loose announcement blared overhead, but you barely payed it any mind.

Your conversation with Seungmin was more important to you.

For another seven minutes, the two of you talked without interruption. You found that his favorite color was purple, that he had only had his braces for a year, and that his friends calls him puppy.

You were shocked since you thought he looked like one. Maybe it wasn't just you imagining things.

Before you could continue, Felix nudged Seungmin, making him nearly bump into you.

"Felix, what the hell? Watch what your doing," Seungmin gasped, glaring at his friend.

Felix didn't even apologize. All he could do was giggle and point towards the four screened monster above everyone's heads.

There was a frame around the exterior of the screen labeled, kiss cam, and on that screen was both Seungmin and you.

Your breath caught in your throat, almost choking you. You could hear Seungmin besides you, his breathing not like it was.

"Wait, what?" He whispered, looking at the moniters with confusion.

"Kiss her, man!" One of the boys said besides Seungmin. Blush rised to your cheeks.

"Just do it," another said.

People around you started cheering, including the announcers. Claps could be heard, occasional whistles, and feet stomping on the steel panels below the chairs.

"Kiss cam? Why me?" You screech, looking to Seungmin slowly.

He did the same, his Adams apple twitching as he swallows...hard.

"Come on you two! Just give us a kiss for luck before the game!" One of the announcers say, causing the surrounding people to agree. They started a chant.

The pressure was on.

"Should we just...do it? I don't know if they'll leave us alone until we do," Seungmin whispered to you, making you nod quickly.

There was nothing you could do except follow his words. Your brain was no longer working because of the noise and sudden attention.

It was too much for you.

But you wouldn't deny this beautiful boy a kiss, even if it were under different circumstances.

"Ready?" He asked, his breath against your face.

You didn't realize how close he got. You nod.

"Words, pup," He says again, not moving until your permission is voiced.

"Yes, Seungmin," The pet name he gave you sent a shiver down your spine.

Leaning in, you both finally met in the middle, both of your lips coming together in a gentle twist.

His lips were insanely soft, and his breathing was mixing with yours as your head tilted to the side.

He did the same, allowing the kiss to deepen.

You didn't even hear the cheers or the mocking of his friends anymore. All you could feel was him. All you could comprehend was him.

He was filling your senses to the brim, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders.

You smiled against him, pulling away even thought you didn't want to.

He didn't either, because when you pulled away, his lips chased your own, trying to find one another again.

"Well done! A kiss like that will make mighty fine luck!" The announcer yelled, bringing you back to reality.

Your eyes widen as your hand moves to your mouth, covering it in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Seungmin. I got a bit carried away..." You look back at the ice, seeing the game has started yet again.

"No it's alright, I don't mind," He giggles lightly, also turning back to the game.

"I've never kissed someone with braces," You say after a while, not liking the silence between the two of you.

He looked at you with a smirk. "Was it bad?"

"No! Not at all. Quite the opposite, actually..."

His smirk turned into a look of relief. "Thank God," His words made you laugh.

"Could I maybe, get your number, or something?" He asks you. You pull out your phone, handing it to him.

"Absolutely,"

Before the game ended, you both named each other in the others contact, and provided each other a profile picture.

He was your Minnie🐶 and you were his_____.

"I'll message you when we get back to the hotel, okay? Maybe we can hang out or something?" He tells you before you all stood, getting ready to leave.

"I would like that,"

"Me too,"

🔋Masterlist 🔋

Sweatyracoons Masterlist! Most works are 18+ MDNI

Updated: Mar 24 2025

Bangchan

Lee Know

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han

Felix

Seungmin

Jeongin

Series

Digital Boyfriend Masterlist

Poor Seungmin Masterlist

Curious Little Thing, Aren't You?

I write member x member as well as x male or x gn reader. Feel free to leave requests! They are highly appreciated and give me ideas. <3

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Their Favorite Part of You! Skz! Reactions

A/n: They all seem so sweet when it comes to affection, and it made me want to write this. I love them so much. HYUNG LINE!

Summary: Their favorite part of your body, both in and out of bed ;)

Warnings: Fluff, compliments, pet names, suggestive, smut? Language, insecurities, silly boys

Bangchan: Friend!Reader - Back

It’s no secret that Chan likes hugs. He hugs everyone around him, even staff. But when he hugged you, he preferred to be behind you during the embrace. He loves the way he can feel your back flex when you squirm against him. You’re a shy person, and he loves seeing your ears flush at his touch.

Everyday, he wrapped his arms around you when he was losing motivation or was annoyed, just to be picked back up again when he finally feels you relax as he tightens his grip. You were soft on his hard body, calming his nerves.

In Bed!Chan - Your wrists

He loved grabbing your wrists, either to pin them, or to place them on his body.

He would hold them, grounding himself to not be too harsh. Wrists were small and sensitive, so to be sure he couldn’t hurt you, he would put most of his focus on them, which he didn’t mind. It helped ease him knowing it would be difficult to hurt you this way.

He would bring your hands to his pecks, slowly drifting downwards until your palm rested on his bulge.

“Oh, please, babe…” He moaned, feeling your hand rock against him. “Don’t tease…”

Lee know: Friend!Reader - Thighs

He loved that when you stood, your legs looked so thin. They were sharpened pencils, frail but strong. He thought it suited you. But when you sat down next to him for the first time, his eyes widened, and all he could do was stare.

The fat of your thighs pushed against the chair, causing them to widen, naturally. Lee knows did the same, but he still was shocked seeing it happen to you. Your thighs were much larger than he thought.

After that, he had often welcomed you to sit in his lap, wanting to feel the softness of your flesh against his own. Not in a dirty way. He was curious.

When you finally gave into his request, he relished in the weight that pressed against his meaty legs, feeling secure. He kneaded the fat of your thighs while talking to one of the guys next to him. It just felt natural. It didn’t even bother you.

While walking past each other, he would even pinch your thighs just to see you yelp. He loved getting those reactions from you, nd it quickly became his favorite sound.

In bed!Lee Know - Thighs

Of course, it is the same. He would love kneading your thighs during an intense make out session, swallowing your whimpers. He loved it when you squirmed away when he grabbed too hard. It didn’t hurt you, it just felt too good.

He loved seeing the way your skin moved when he undressed you. The pressure moving it in a way that water does at a sudden impact.

He loved licking up your thighs, leaving hickeys and finger imprints, kissing every freckle and beauty mark, swallowing every bit of you he could.

He loved controlling your movement from your thighs, moving them however he wanted. You never fought, knowing of his fetish.

He loved masturbating with your thighs, and loved seeing his cum glisten on them. Breathing heavily, he would look you dead in the eye, and move down, licking his mess clean with his warm tongue.

Changbin: Friend!Reader - Hair

He loved seeing your hair bounce when you moved. It was so majestic, he couldn’t help but stare. Even when you spoke to him, he never made eye contact, looking at how your hair shined at the harsh lightning in the studio. He loved seeing it sparkle.

When you turned towards a sound, it was almost like your hair was waving at him, making him smile internally.

When you finally dyed it from your natural color, he was enamored. The peachy color clashed against your skin in the nicest way, showcasing your inner beauty. The color caught his eye always, and he could recognize you within a crowd just from it alone.

He was obsessed.

Months after realizing he was in love with your hair, he finally asked to feel it, your hair now a lavender shade.

“Sure,” You answered with a kind smile.

He was super giddy, happy to finally feel his weakness.

And it was so soft. He wrapped multiple strands around two of his digits, his eyes trained on the actions his hands were doing. He didn’t was to mistakenly pull, so he was slow.

“You look so happy, Bin,” you said, grinning. His face turned red immediately.

“Shut up,”

In bed!Changbin - Your face

He loves holding your face as he kisses you. When he’s fucking you into the mattress or the countertop. He loves seeing your expressions, the way your nose scrunches when he teases you. The way your eyes tighten when he flicks your sensitive buds. How your mouth opens in a silent scream when he finishes inside you.

He could cum from that alone, without even being touched.

But he loves touching you, especially when you’re making those faces. He sometimes even shoves his fingers into your open mouth, moaning as you close your lips, obediently sucking on them.

Hyunjin: Friend!Reader - Eyes

It doesn’t even matter if you’re talking to him directly or not, this man will just stare deep into your soul. He loves the color of your eyes, and the gold specks that line your iris. Walking art, if you ask him.

He has tried many times to replicate it while painting, but without the real model in front of him, and no photos to copy, he was lost. Thirteen canvases later, he gave up, now looking at the many eyes that stared back at him. None of them were familiar. That’s how he knew he failed.

Minho saw these paintings and sent a few to you, hoping to tease Hyunjin. You didn’t tell the ferret resembling man, not wanting to embarrass him. Instead, you asked him,

“Hey? Do you paint people?”

He looked at you oddly, “Yeah…? Why?”

“Wanna paint me?”

He immediately got to work. You were standing in front of him, so close that he could see every freckle and blemish. He was going to paint a portrait.

In bed!Hyunjin - Hands

He loved holding your hands in bed. It reminded him that you were truly there. He saw you as a goddess/god, and relished in your presence.

You always made sure to squeeze every once in a while, seeing Hyunjin blissed out so early on. It was a system that just seemed to fall in place. It was reassuring.

Hyunjin loved it when you rose him, tilting his head back with light moans. His right hand held your waist, helping you move while the other grasped your hand, squeezing it so hard to ground himself. He didn’t want to lose himself with you. He wanted to feel you fully.

Your hands helped him do just that.

Can you write something with a very lovesick and obsessed virgin!hyunjin please? ❤️

Movie Lovers

A/n: I'm so happy to receive an ask! And I was really happy to write for another skz member! Thank you!

Warnings: smut, inexperienced Hyunjin!, soft dom! Reader, obsessed Hyunjin, fluff, dry humping, language

You two had been friends for a while. After meeting Hyunjin, you were both inseparable, and you quickly became friends with the rest of his band mates.

It was so easy to be yourself with them. They made you feel welcome.

Three years into the friendship, it was common that you stayed with Hyunjin, and no one questioned it. It was just what was most comfortable for you both, thriving in the others presence.

Every Tuesday and Thursday were your designated movie nights; that was tonight.

You both enjoyed romance and sad movies, so that was normally your go to. It wasn't often, however, that there were intimate scenes. You both tried to avoid those, but you had seen a really good movie you thought he would like, convincing him to watch it.

You though that scenes like that made him uncomfortable, and assured him that you could skip it, that it wasn't essential to the plot.

But in all honestly, if he were to watch something like that with you right next to him, he would lose his mind.

He had been crushing on you for about a year now, and you still had no idea.

He didn't want to imagine you in such unholy ways, especially because he doesn't even know if he's imagining things right. He had never seen a woman. He didn't even watch porn, but he knew all about that stuff.

It almost made it unbearable when he was hard at night, not knowing what you look like underneath your clothes.

He admits, your sexy with them on, but if he could see you without them, just once, he'd die happy.

You both spread out on the queen bed in his room, legs tangled as you both cuddled under the blanket. You started the movie.

About forty minutes in, the sex scene was about to start.

"You want me to skip it?" You whisper, unsure if he was awake or not. He had a habit of falling asleep on movie nights.

"No, it's okay. Just leave it," he responded. He sounded interested in it, so you let it be, enjoying the characters in the screen.

As it slowly picked up the pace, Hyunjin couldn't help but imagine it as he and you, tensing as he noticed his breathing getting heavier. You were basically attached, and he didn't want you catching scent of how he was feeling.

He could feel himself hardening in his sweats, his body reacting to the moans on the screen.

He wondered what yours would sound like.

You felt the heat coming from his body, turning to look at him.

His eyes were glued to the screen, deeply focused. You noticed the light sweat that breached his hairline, and the way his nostrils flared with each breath. His lips parted slightly as his teeth clipped his bottom lip, a small hiss could be heard.

His shoulders lifted and fell quickly, telling you that he was being affected by the heated sex on the screen. It made you grin.

It was no secret that you found him attractive, but the secret was that you had been wanting to be more than friends.

Ever since you met him, he was a charming gentleman that loved to make you laugh.

He was everything you needed in this world.

The sight before you tonight however, was not one you realized you needed. You could feel the wetness sticking against the fabric of your panties.

"Hyunjin?" He didn't respond to you, still looking at the screen with glazed eyes. His breathing stayed consistent, but still heavier than normal.

You brought your hand to his forehead, feeling the burn that boiled his beautiful skin.

He jumped at the contact, glancing at you, the screen, and back before blinking the blur from them.

"Yeah?"

You looked at his soft eyes with your own, asking, "You feeling okay? Your burning up."

His eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a little warm is all," He sighed, tugging at the blanket around the both of your shoulders.

Just then you realized that your legs were on his in a weird position, your body heat falling into his own. You felt bad, so you started to move.

"Sorry about that, Jinnie," You apologize before pulling the blanket from him, making him wince from the air filled room.

"Wait! Don't move your leg," He said suddenly, making you freeze.

"What? Why?" You were halfway off of him, the blanket completely gone from his body. Your leg was still draped over his, and the longer you waited for a reason, the more uncomfortable it became.

"I'm about to get a cramp, Jin. I'm moving my leg,"

Before he could protest, you tugged your leg from his own, his heavy leg stopping you mid tug.

That was when you felt something that you probably shouldn't have.

At the sudden friction, he let out a strangled whimper, quickly bringing his hand to cover his face.

Your eyes widened, not expecting to find your best friend hard with you draped over him.

"Hyunjin?" You stopped moving your leg, your thigh now pressed flush against his boner.

"I'm sorry. I got a little worked up. Just ignore it, it'll go away," He muttered through his fingers.

"The movie?" You asked, grabbing his wrist to pull it from his face.

"No...Yes? Kinda... I don't know!" He was flustered, you could tell.

Whenever he got embarrassed, he would frown and smile at the same time, making him look a lot younger than he actually was.

"What do you mean, Jinnie? What's got you all worked up?" You unintentionally flexed your leg, trying to get more comfortable, only to get another whine from him.

"Just some thoughts, y/n," he tilted his head back, closing his eyes, and let out a long breath.

You felt his cock twitch in his pants, making you grin slightly.

"Explain it to me. What were you thinking about?" You brought your hand up to his chest, brushing circles against his collar bone.

"Just you..." He shivered, his eyes widening once he realized what he just said.

"Wait...No i-"

"Me Jinnie? Thinking about me doing what?" You smile coyly at him, making him swallow hard.

He didn't mean to say it, but when he did, he expected you to freak out. Instead you leaned in closer. It made him impossibly harder.

"I just...I was imagining those people as us," He let out a shaky sigh, looking back down to you.

"Really? You want those things?" You ask him, bringing your hand to his neck.

"Yes," He breathed, his eyes lidded, glazed over with lust.

You thought he looked like a statue in this moment, one that would keep on display indefinitely.

"With me?" You asked as you leaned closer, both of your breaths mingling. He looked so angelic, it nearly killed you.

"Please, y/n..."

It was all you needed to close the gap, kissing him hard. You could tell you were his first kiss, but it didn't make the experience any less than. It somehow made it better.

Knowing that you were the first to do these things to him, that he trusted you enough to care for him.

And he felt the same way. He didn't know what he was doing, but he knew that you wouldn't care. That you would teach him properly.

He was yours.

You nipped at his bottom lip, asking for entrance, but Hyunjin didn't know. You figured that out, so you pushed your leg against him again, making him gasp into the kiss, your tongue swallowing all of his sweet moans.

You grabbed at his collar, leaning backwards, pulling him on top of you. Your thigh was still in-between his legs.

He pulled away from the kiss, his breathing ragged as he watched the mixture of both of your saliva drip from his mouth to your cheek. He thought it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

"You want to feel good, baby?" You ask him, waiting for his answer. You wanted to leave the pace to him.

He nodded, making you smile sweetly at him. His tall, broad frame hovered over yours, yet you were the one in control, and he loved it.

"Make yourself feel good, then. Maybe I'll give you something a bit extra," You nod towards your thigh, making him whine, his brows furrowing.

"How..?" He honestly didn't know how. And it made you coo at him.

His confused look made you hotter, the wetness in between your own legs growing.

You lifted your leg, brushing against him. He sighed at the light contact, suddenly connecting what he needs to do.

He grinded his hips down into your plush flesh, a loud moan escaping from his throat. You felt how hard he was beneath his sweats, and you could tell he was above average in length.

You were getting impatient, but stayed still for him, loving his sounds.

He kept grinding into you, his hands placed on either side of your head. He loved the way the softness of your leg encompassed his clothed dick, the inner lining of his pants brushing against his slit perfectly.

His pace began to quicken, the sweat on his face more noticeable than before. His eyes squeezed shut at the feeling in his core, never having experienced it before.

He opened his eyes, letting a groan out at the sight. With each thrust, your entire body went with him. Your eyes watching his expressions with a grin, just letting him get off by using you. It made him cum quicker than he realized, his body convulsing at the force, but he tried his best not to put his body weight on you.

As he let out one last final moan, you hugged him, rubbing his back as he came down from his high, his hips giving one last final rut into your leg.

His breathing slowed, returning to normal after a few minutes.

"You okay, Jinnie?" You whisper. You let your hand run through his sweaty mullet, hoping he was comfortable.

"I'm amazing," He let's out with a shaky breath. "I've never done that before," he lifted his head to rest his chin in between your breasts.

"No ones touched you before?" You found it hard to believe, since he is the sexiest man alive.

He nodded, "I've never even touched myself, you know? I wanted to wait for the right person," he explained. His eyes shook, embarrassment creeping onto his features.

You could tell that he was sensitive right now, probably from his orgasm, so you decided to skip teasing, and save it for later.

"Well I'm honored that I could help you out-" you smile, but noticed the look on his face fell. "What is it, Jin?"

"I was kinda hoping we could be something more. More than friends, I mean," He was still avoiding your gaze, now pinching your skin in between his fingers.

"You like me? Like, like me?" You were confused. You had liked him for years, but never thought he reciprocated the feelings.

He finally looked at you.

"I have for a a very long time, y/ninnie. I can't believe you couldn't see it. The others did, but I told them not to say anything," His eyes glowed with a loving gaze as he stared at you in silent questioning, and it made your heart swell.

"So you want me to be your girlfriend?" You asked, your smile widening by the second.

"Yes! My god, y/n! Yes," He pretended to be annoyed, but the smile on his face said otherwise, making you smile.

"Fine. But you have to be my boyfriend," you tease, poking his cheek.

"One would think those two things go together," he grins.

"Just had to make sure."

You both lied down together in his bed, turning the tv off as you embraced one another.

The first night you share together is absolutely priceless, and your glad you found him.

Thanks anon for the ask! Hope you like it!🤎

Notes:

glad to finally start with this series. Its been on my mind for months! Hope you all enjoy, and if you have any ideas on the connecting parts, lmk!!

Warning:

Language, smut mentioned, fluff

You sighed as you walked to your local GameStop. It had just been too long since you've had a real connection, and you were desperate for anything.

Your friend who worked there had told you that they had a game donated that resembled a dating simulator, and that she set it aside for you. She did it mostly to tease you, but honestly, you really needed this.

You didn't know if it was truly a dating game or not, but you couldn't care less at the moment.

You came in, grabbed it, and paid.

You rushed home after stopping for lunch, starting your PC. You let it warm up while you showered and changed into your lounge clothes, rubbing your temples at the bright light in the dark room.

Your computer ate the disc, accepting it just as well as you did. The loading screen appeared, and you watched the sphere spin.

It seemed to last hours before you finally heard a ping.

It's done loading!

You quickly clicked the icon, watching the screen fall black before switching to a pale blue.

As it drifted to the logo,you noticed how it looked extremely pixelated but in a 90's Mario game way.

The title read, 'Stray Kids: Together'

Some clouds jumped in the background, the Play and Settings buttons appearing after a few seconds.

You admired the pastel aesthetic before moving your cursor to click on Play.

Gently clicking on your mouse, it sent you to yet another clouded screen with a small sunset.

Logs set 1

>Bangchan Last opened ?

>Lee Know Last opened ?

>Changbin Last opened ?

>Hyunjin Last opened ?

What type of names are these? You thought.

You noticed that each one didn't have a date log, so you were unsure if they were even opened yet.

Curious, you clicked the first name.

Then, your computer crashed.

You scoffed, cursing the damn old seeming cartridge. The pixels in the opening screen made it seem like it was made in the 90's, but the labeling date was scratched off so you didn't really know.

You were about to shut off your computer before the screen boosted, a light gray flickering against the screen.

You weren't sure what was happening before you saw the command,

Allow microphone access?

> Yes No

You clicked yes.

Allow camera access?

> Yes No

You clicked yes again, and that was when you heard a click, and then the spinning of a disc.

"Hello?"

You heard a voice from nowhere. You bristled, turning around to look in your room. Was someone here?

"Over here,"

Your head whipped back to the screen, only to be met with the most prettiest guy you had ever seen.

"Woah," you mumbled.

He grinned.

"What's your name?" He asked again. Did he have an accent?

"Y/n. You're...Bangchan?" You ask, pulling your chair closer to the desk.

"Your a quick learner,"

You blinked. What now?

"So...are you like an AI? Or, like, how are you speaking to me?" You question, resting your arm on your hand.

His eyes widen. "Uhh, I'm not actually sure. Honestly, I feel real, but I'm not? I don't know if that helps?" He cleared his throat. "But what I do know is that you need someone. You wouldn't be here otherwise,"

"How would you know that?" You jolt. He was spot on.

"I know what I was created for. We all do,"

Wait what?

"Who's we?"

He smiled, his eyes turning into crescents. So beautiful

"You saw the other names, right? There are more of us...more of me," He explained slowly. "Here I was thinking you were a quick learner,"

"Hey!" You both laughed at his comment, then you sighed.

"So, are you all the same? Just look different? What's the deal?"

He spinned, the back of his neck revealing a code. CB97

"No, we are all incredibly different. We couldn't be the same even if we wanted. Different code. I'm the first, so they consider me like...a big brother? We all serve different purposes for whatever you need," he scratched his head, and his hair moved so smoothly.

It was then that you realized that the screen was no longer pixelated like the opening screen, it was now hd, smooth. You could almost see his pores.

"Different purposes? What the hell does that mean, Chan?" You let it slide past, not realizing.

"Chan?" His eyes glistened. "I like it," he grinned, watching your face heat up.

"Purposes Chan," you remind quietly, twirling a piece of your hair.

"Right. Well me, I'm a comforter. I help you when your stressed. Lee know? He's kinda...sexual? He can help with those needs, but he can comfort too. Uhh Changbin, he's more of an amuser. Hyunjin, a relaxer and comforter. Han? He can do literally everything. He's the ace of the group. Felix, comfort. Seungmin? Amuser and sexual. Jeongin, all. You know?"

It was a lot to take In. You didn't even know what half of this meant. At least not yet.

"So if I were horny-" he cut you off.

"Han, Lee Know, Seungmin or Jeongin are your guys." He said, his eyes staring into your own.

You felt yourself flush.

"Are they all as pretty as you?" You whisper, making his face freeze.

"Uh, they are, if not prettier, y/n," he gently smiles, placing his hand flat against the screen.

"You couldn't help me?" You brought your own palm to rest against his, only to be met with a cold surface.

"I wasn't given that programming. If you need help, just log out and meet with one of the others," he explained, his eyes tracing your hand, almost as if to memorize it.

"Oh," was all you could say. "I'm okay, for now," you say with a cheeky smile, making him chuckle.

"Good to hear. You tired yet? It's dark," he asked, making you blink. You turned to look out your window.

Holy shit, it's dark!

"Oh my god i work tomorrow!" You curse yourself, jumping up from your chair.

You heard Chan laughing in the background.

"Can I jump on tomorrow?" You asked him after cleaning up a bit.

"You don't need to ask, y/n. We're yours!" He gleemed, his eyes shimmering in the light.

"Mine..." You repeat. You never really thought if it that way.

"Yes, y/n. Completely and utterly yours. I'm sure the rest will fall for you just as I did," he said.

You looked at him.

"How does a computer fall for me?" You were baffled at this point. What did he mean?

"This computer was coded with feelings," he grinned. "Goodnight, y/n!"

You didn't get to respond before he disappeared.

You were kicked to the opening screen, the pixelated clouds taunted you as they jumped up and down.

You absolutely felt so lucky to have found this game.

Connection found. Now you just need to pursue all eight men.

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Changbins Smile ✨

Poor Seungmin (3)

Synopsis:

It's been three months, but Ive finally had some inspiration so here you go!!

Warnings:

Smut, mxm, dry humping, grinding, spit, drool, praise, fake ears, tears, not edited like everything else I post

It seemed Seungmin and the guys slowly became closer after the gamer room mishap.

Jeongin and Felix reassured him after he woke up that it was okay, and that they didn't mind helping him. In fact, they enjoyed it.

He blushed at their words as they patted his head.

Fast forward a few months, and they had just finished their tour.

It took a lot out of the guys, and now that they had switched roommates again, Seungmin was paired with Han.

He didn't mind all that much, but sometimes the clutter was to much.

"Why I'd this here, Han? I asked you to pick it up days ago!" Seungmin bared his teeth. They were a bit sharper than normal.

Han smiled at his threat.

"Such a cute puppy!"

That shut Seungmin up immediately, forcing himself to ignore the mess.

It was common for them to bicker over the mess. Seungmin strived in a controlled environment while Han strived in chaos.

One day while Seungmin went out for a boba, he came back to a spotless dorm.

Did someone come over and clean?

"Surprise!" He heard Han shout when the door closed.

He nearly dropped his half empty drink.

"What encouraged you to do this?" Seungmin scoffed in amusement. Han tilted his head with a grin.

"I figured you'd like a clean place for once. I realized it's not all that great living with a messy person, so I thought itd be nice," Han stopped in front of Seungmin, pushing him towards the shared couch.

"I also made dinner! We're going to watch a movie!" Seungmin could tell Han was excited.

"You must want something," Seungmin joked, making Han gasp dramatically.

"What? Nuh uh. Just wanna spend time with you," his cheeks flushed.

They both sat and ate while the movie played.

Han was stiff and reserved. Normally he'd be chatting away, asking questions about the movie or making comments about the characters.

He was dead silent.

Seungmin noticed immediately.

"You okay?" He asked, reaching for his friends shoulder.

"Yeah...Just thinking is all," Han mumbled. His eyes were glued to the screen but Seungmin knew he wasn't paying attention.

"About?" He continued.

Han finally looked at him.

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

Seungmin was shocked but he didn't show it. He knew Han was sensitive about serious subjects. Something must be wrong.

"Of course,"

Han took a deep breath, fidgeting with his hands.

"What's your rut like? Or was it a heat? What's it feel like?" Seungmin was embarrassed about the question, never having to talk about it before now.

He jolted, taken aback by the question.

"Uhh, what brought this on?" Seungmin sputtered.

Hans eyes widened. "You don't have to answer! I'm sorry I don't know why I was thinking about that," He cursed himself, looking away, cheeks red.

"No, it's okay. I don't mind, I was just.... surprised," Seungmin smiled to reassure him. Han peeked at Seungmin as he answered.

"My body kinda locks up? I get really hot, and I start to feel pain down....there. The pain only goes away if, well, you know. And my brain gets fuzzy. All that stuff," Seungmin explained as he stared at the tv.

Han could only state at his younger friend with glossy eyes.

"What's on your mind when your like that?" Han asked suddenly, his voice flat.

Seungmin froze.

Could he tell him?

Tell him that he thinks about Chan's big hands caressing his face while jerking him off? Tell him that he thinks about Jeongins hot mouth and Felixs' gentle touch? About Lee Knows juicy thighs? Changbin putting him in a headlock? Hyunjins sweat rolling down his neck when he dances so seductively?

How he thinks about Hans innocent eyes staring at him while shoving his cock into his ass?

"Uhh...Stuff?" Seungmin whispered. He couldn't think anymore.

"Stuff? Like the type of stuff your into?" Hans voice shifted into something else entirely.

It became deep, and sounded closer to Seungmin. He looked over, and saw that Han had scooted closer. His hand nearly touching his thigh.

"Yes," Seungmin replied, his breathing becoming more shallow.

It wasn't his rut, but the natural feeling of arousal that flooded his stomach.

He moved his hands to cover his bulge.

"And what is it your into?" Han closed in closer to Seungmins ear.

"I...I can't -" Seungmin closed his eyes.

"With who, Seung?" His lips grazed the shell of his ear, and Seungmin shuddered.

He couldn't reply. He could only take what Han wanted to give.

"I got something for you, puppy," Han grinned, pulling something out from under the cushion of the couch.

Seungmins eyes widened when he saw them, his breath hitching.

A pair of floppy dog ears on a headband.

They were the same color of his rust hair, and Seungmin nearly whined in approval.

"You like?" Han questioned.

Seeing him nod, he helped place them on the boys head.

"You really are a puppy, aren't you, Min?" Han chuckled, watching as he nuzzles into his palm.

"Just a pretty puppy, huh? Want me to make you feel good?"

Seungmin nodded eagerly, pushing Han back into the couch, straddling his legs.

When their bulges pressed against one another, they both groaned, the sound shooting straight to Hans core.

Hans hands flew straight to Seungmind waist, and he let them wander, worshiping the youngers body as he began to grind against him.

"Ah! Ngh..." Seungmins mouth hung open, drool pooling in his mouth.

His hips rolled harder, Han throwing his head back, loving the pressure.

Seungmins hands braced him against Hans chest, and he squeezed the olders pecks as he felt his legs grow tired.

His pace slowed, but he still pressed against Han hard with his hips. Han noticed.

"Puppy tired?" Han whimpered, moving Seungmins hips with his hands.

"Please...tired-" he let out a moan when their tips caught one another through their sweats. "Can't!" Seungmin sobbed.

Tears formed in his eyes, both from the please and the pain building in his thighs.

"Lay down puppy, let me help you," Han groaned.

Seungmin stopped his movements, laying flat against Hans chest, but still straddling him.

Han rolled his hips upward, and gripped the boys hips hard. He maneuvered him like a rag doll, grinding into him harder than Seungmin was.

Seungmin started moaning louder, the occasional whimper falling passed his lips.

"So close..." Seungmin whined, licking into Hans neck.

Han groaned, tilting his head so Seungmin can lick and ground himself.

"Me too, puppy," Han couldn't hold it anymore, so he pushed his hands into Seungmins pants after collecting his sweat from his back.

He grabbed his bare ass before pushing his fingers to toy with Seungmins rim, making him cry out.

Seungmin came hard, his whole body shaking as he let out a choked sob. Han came right after, feeling the wetness of Seungmins cum on his sweats.

Once they both came down from their highs, they both fell limp on the couch.

Seungmin laying flat against Hans stomach, panting like he ran a marathon.

"Seung? You okay?" Han whispered. He caressed the boys hair, and felt the ears.

"M' okay," He muttered. His hips stuttered, making Han smile.

"Wanna go to bed?" Han asked, tilting his head to the side.

Seungmin pushed himself up, his arms shaking.

"Sure," He grinned, his eyes glossy and black.

Han helped him up, but led him to the bathroom first to clean themselves up.

Then they both went to their room.

"Can we snuggle on your bed?"

Hans eyes widened. His lips opened then closed, unsure of how to respond.

"But I didn't shower? And I have washed my bedding this week," Han said knowing how those bothered him.

Seungmin smiled.

"Then we'll use my bed. We're both clean,"

Hans heart nearly melted.

They both fell into the twin bed, cuddling aggressively and cutely, and fell asleep.

The next morning before Seungmin woke up, Han went into the group chat, and spilled everything that had happened the night before.

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