Joel + Text Posts

TITLE: Play Bite

PAIRING: Hyunjin x Jisung x female reader

SUMMARY: You, Hyunjin, and Jisung have a really fun time playing a dirty truth or dare game after the plans for everyone to go out failed. Part 1 to the 'Play' series.

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Part 1 - Play Bite Part 2 - Play Fight Part 3 - Play Right

TAGS: Hyunjin, Jisung, and reader have all consumed alcohol but are not fully drunk, smut, kissing, hickies, making out, dirty texts, dirty talk, erotic truth or dares, use of pet names such as 'bub', 'baby' and 'pretty', swearing, food play (nothing heavy), solo orgasm, female masturbation, suggestive material, very vague mentions of choking (not emphasised), slight traces of top!Jisung.

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A/N: Think of this as a prelude to this hard thought I posted a while ago. If you haven't read it, it will give you some context into what will come in the future for this type of concept. Also just to preface but not give away too many spoilers, nobody is cheating in this story.

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“Remove one piece of clothing, socks do not count,” Jisung reads aloud from the card in his hand. 

It’s the third task into the deck of dirty truth or dare at Hyunjin's apartment. After the entire group’s plan to go out for the night fell through when it started pelting down, it was in all three of your guys’ best interests to not waste the night. So, although he invited the rest of the group over for drinks, only you and Jisung decided to go around. 

An hour later into the night and already just past the point of tipsy, the three of you progressed to playing games. A set of dirty truth or dare cards was the first thing that caught Jisung’s keen eye as he analysed the plethora of games that Hyunjin had on a shelf in his living room. 

“You’re not even wearing socks, so you have no choice,” Hyunjin chuckles, almost evilly.

Jisung dons his best thinking face, eyes narrowing as he tries to come up with which item of clothing he wants to take off. He grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls the entire fabric up and over his head before placing it beside him, careful not to knock over his drink. 

Your eyes glue to his gorgeous bare top half for a few seconds too long before averting them to the floor like you weren’t supposed to look at him. It’s not like you’ve never seen him topless before in all of his honey toned glory. Almost always will Jisung proudly walk around half naked unprovoked when you’re around him. 

“Your turn bub,” he continued.

You clear your throat then lean over to pick a card up from the middle, then read it out loud, “oh…”

“What’s it say?” Jisung peeks his head over to see what’s written down before his jaw unhinges. “Let the person to your left select an area of your body for them to give you a hickey. Wow.”

Hyunjin, to your left, stares back at you in shock and horror. His cheeks were ballooned and full of liquid after taking a large swig of his drink before setting it down. The more silent seconds that tick by, the more flips his stomach keeps doing. But, he had to expect the unexpected with this game.

You and Jisung were ready to play by the rules and Hyunjin wasn’t going to exempt himself from it just because of the card you pulled. 

He swallows the mouthful of alcohol, “alright. Are you okay with me doing this?”

You nod even though you can feel your heart picking up its pace, “I am.”

He takes your answer and runs with it then ponders on the best place to plant a hickey on your body. It doesn’t take him long to think of a number of unspoken places where he would and even though he’s tipsy enough to disclose those areas, he decides to keep that to himself. 

“Okay, can you lie down for me then?” He asks. 

“Lie down?”

“Mm, otherwise it might be awkward to reach,” he explains vaguely. 

You start jumping to conclusions at the instant you hear his request, yet your mind is so hazy that your body just ends up listening to what Hyunjin has asked of you instead. You end up lying back on the floor, your head next to Jisung’s thigh who looks down at you while Hyunjin moves. 

His long body straddles yours but not fully putting his weight down on you. With his hand, he pulls back some of your hair so he can reach the area he wants before gently tilting your chin up and to the side towards Jisung. 

Hyunjin then sinks his face down just to the side of your throat and sucks. For a second, your body squirms at the slight achy pang that he brings to the surface of your skin. Still, with the way that your body is buzzing, it undoubtedly feels amazing. He remains there for a few seconds and uses his tongue to swipe over the surface he just marked.  

Jisung watches with his mouth ajar. He takes in the contorted look of concentration on your face, the way your eyelids flutter closed. 

It’s not long after until Hyunjin peels himself off of you then takes your hand to help you sit back up again. In hindsight, you wonder if it was all but necessary to lie down for him in order to give you a hickey. But Hyunjin’s thinking was that to reach your throat, you had to be on the ground. 

“That might’ve been-“ his face contorts with worry just looking at the fresh, deep and reddish mark. “A bit much, sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you respond, trying to act cool under the pressure. “It felt nice anyway. Okay, Hyunnie’s turn.” 

He draws another card, reading it in his mind before his eyes dart to Jisung, “make out…with the person beside you for one minute.”

“W-Which side?” You ask. 

“My left which is-“

“Me,” Jisung responds, pointing at his chest. “Alright then.”

Hyunjin stares blankly at his friend, unsure if he's joking or not, “wait, you’re…you’re serious?”

Jisung shifts his body closer to Hyunjin, his face nearing him, “that’s the game right?”

“Y-Yeah,” he replies sheepishly. “Yeah, okay then.”

“I can set a timer,” you announce.

He’s never done this before - kissed a friend, made out with a friend. For one, Hyunjin knows Jisung has done so multiple times, having been an impartial witness to it. Whether it was while Jisung was drunk, sober, high, it happened. Even with the same gender. 

“Alright,” you say, pulling out your phone as you go to the clock app to set a timer for one minute and place it on the ground. “3, 2, 1, go.”

You’re not sure who it was first that leaned in for the kiss after being so warped by the fact that they were even doing this. It was like Hyunjin offered his mouth and Jisung went for the kill. Both of them started off slowly by the time ten seconds hit. Twenty seconds in and Hyunjin’s hand comes up to the side of his friends’ face when the kiss deepens even further. 

You watch the glide of their tongues move so languidly with one another, doing unspeakable things in between your legs. Similar to Jisung’s reaction when Hyunjin gave you a hickey, your mouth was on the floor. There’s no way in hell could you ignore how hot it was to see them make out. 

After forty seconds, the pace had picked up a notch as they continued to move in sync with one another. Jisung’s hand had made it onto Hyunjin’s lap with some unintentional plan of slowly hiking up his thigh. In his mind, the more touch, the better. He already felt floaty because of the alcohol. Now Jisung touching him, kissing him, was an enhancement. 

At the mark of one minute, your phone rudely blares its alarm. Hyunjin pulls away with red lips, Jisung’s as equally as glossy as the other. They stall for a second, almost as if they briefly thought about going back at it again…

“Minho was right,” Jisung breaks the silence willingly. “You are a pretty good kisser.”

“What?” Hyunjin exclaims, his eyes almost popping out of his head. 

“What?” He whines. “He and I were trying to figure out who in the group would be the best kisser. Minho reckons you are.”

“You say that as if you’ve kissed everyone in the group to try and find that out,” You realise. 

“Well I just kissed him, so it’s everyone except for you now. Which there’s still time for since it’s my turn now,” he responds in a slightly hopeful tone and picks up his next card. “Huh, maybe not - what’s the most amount of times you’ve had sex in one day?” 

“Is that the first truth question?” Hyunjin points out, trying to subtly keep himself calm after what just went down with Jisung. 

“I think so,” you reply. “We’re nowhere near halfway through the deck.” 

“Three and a half,” Jisung answers. 

“And a half?” You and Hyunjin parrot in unison, the confusion very present in both of your tones.

“Halfway through the act, got caught, had to wrap it up and leave,” Jisung explains very succinctly. “It would’ve been four if it weren’t for fucking Seungmin. Doesn’t matter, it’s not like I’m holding a grudge or anything.”

“Sure,” you trail off, trying your best not to laugh at his misfortune while you go to pick up a card. “Uh, lend your phone to the person on your right and let them send a dirty text to someone in your contacts.”

Jisung claps excitedly, “hand it over baby!” 

You roll your eyes, reluctantly passing him your device, “anyone except my family otherwise I probably won’t live to see another day.” 

He takes your phone earnestly with a cheeky and devious expression before delving righteously into your contacts list, “don’t worry, I wouldn’t do anything like that.”

Jisung’s thumb scrolls excitedly trying to find the right person to send the right message to. He pauses over a couple of names and then finds one he thinks will give the most entertaining response. He creates a new message and types in what he wants to say.  

From You: I’m horny. Come over and fuck me.

The silence was palpable as the fate of your dignity rests in your friends’ hands. Once the message is sent, Jisung keeps your phone on standby while you all wait for the response. The sheer riskiness of the dare calls for you to pick up your drink and finish the rest off, knowing that you’re going to need it. 

“What did you write?” You ask him anyway, setting your empty glass aside. 

He looks smugly at the screen again and repeats what he created, “I’m horny, come over and fuck me.”

Your eyes widen in horror, “t-that’s not…who did you send that to!?”

“That’s a bit straightforward isn’t it?” Hyunjin laughs. 

“Doesn’t matter now, your turn, go,” Jisung nods to you.

“Fine,” you groan, snatching up a card. “How many times a day do you get off? Once, maybe twice. Done. Next, you go.” 

Hyunjin blinks in surprise at the information you so rapidly provided and leans into the circle to grab his card, “alright. Choose one person to sit in between your legs for the remainder of the game.” 

“I think considering that he and I just made out, it’s your turn to do something now,” Jisung smoothly contends his point before you could even get a word out. 

“Fair enough,” you respond coolly.

The move is practically childsplay in comparison to what they’ve done so far. Nonetheless, it quickly proved itself to be rather effective on your body. 

Hyunjin tries not to grin and spreads his legs for you to slot perfectly in between them. You’ve been this close to him before - in a hug at least. But never has Hyunjin been as acutely intimate with you as of right now. As he’s pressed up behind you, it’s hopeless to try not to be so affected by such subtlety. The warmth from his body glows like a heater onto your back and the steadiness of his breathing is comforting. 

“Sungie’s turn,” he says from behind you. 

Another card is taken from the deck and Jisung reads once more, “feed someone a food item with your mouth. Okay, but what kind of food?” 

“There’s that bowl of grapes just there on the coffee table,” Hyunjin points over to it. 

Jisung spins around on the floor and sees the assortment of snacks that they had laid out on the table earlier on. He turns back with the entire silver bowl in his lap, popping a couple of them in his mouth and eating away to his heart's content before proceeding with the dare. 

“You’re breathing heavy,” Hyunjin whispers teasingly in your ear while Jisung isn’t looking. 

“S-Shut up,” you utter back to him, trying not to act so utterly embarrassed by the truth he’s managed to highlight. 

Jisung pops in two more grapes and goes to sit beside you before talking with his mouth full, “bo’ o’ ya.”

“Huh?” Hyunjin retorts, trying to decipher what his friend is saying. 

You ponder for a second, “I think he said both of us?” 

Your guess comes up as correct because without a proper verbal answer from Jisung, his actions spoke louder. He leans towards your face first - closer than it has ever been since you’ve known him. The purple grape sits between his teeth as he goes to pass it to you by his mouth. It was awkward to manoeuvre at first, but the pair of you discovered that using your lips is key. By that point, Jisung manages to exchange the fruit as you crush down on the grape that explodes with such a sweet flavour. 

Then, he moves a bit behind you to reach Hyunjin. Both of them struggle to pass the grape without fully touching each other's lips once more. Then again, that was the point of the card that Jisung pulled. 

“Yummy?” he asks, sliding back to his original spot with the bowl. 

“Mm,” Hyunjin hums while he chews. “Sweet.” 

Half of the stuff that you’ve done so far with them makes you realise that you’re not that nervous to do these kinds of things. It could’ve been the alcohol, that definitely helps. But also because they’re two of your best friends and wherever they are, you feel safe in their proximity. 

“My turn,” you say as Jisung picks the top card off of the deck and slides it to you across the floor. “Oh - same as Sungie’s, remove a piece of clothing, socks do not count. Isn’t this just a forfeit card since it’s already been picked up?”

“No, not necessarily?” Hyunjin answers. “Plus, what if you forfeit that one and pick another one but it’s worse?”

He had a good point. It was a very mellow dare in comparison to the others you’ve all completed. With that in mind, your hands find their way down to your shorts, contemplating whether to take them off or not. Considering Jisung already has his top off, you went for the opposite in a sudden spur of confidence that was short lived when you saw the look on your friend's face. 

Jisung’s eyes couldn’t leave where your hands moved as you freed your legs from the fabric, allowing you to remain in your underwear. However, it becomes very apparent to you that taking your pants off wasn’t such a good idea when you know that you’re wet. Whether they knew it, particularly Jisung who had a full view of you, was too late. 

Behind you, Hyunjin was trying to keep himself calm as you moved around a bit, “w-who’s turn is it now?” 

Jumping onto a different topic gave time for Jisung to blink away from your body. He feels guilty for even staring at you like that in the first place. Then again, it’s not like you weren’t doing the same ever since he took his shirt off. 

“Yours actually,” you answer and without any spatial awareness whatsoever, you lean forward just a bit to pick up a card for Hyunjin that your ass slightly pushes back into his crotch in the process. 

After the fact of the matter, you realise what you’ve done. But it wasn’t intentional. You just wanted to pick up a card for him so that he didn’t have to move from behind you. As you come back to sit between his legs properly, you feel his forehead rest against the back of your head - a silent sign to prove he definitely recognised what you did to him.

Although he didn’t say anything because what was there to say to that? In hindsight, it might’ve been better forJisung to just read it out for Hyunjin. 

“H-Here,” you offer the card to him, playing it off. 

He lifts his head back up from yours and takes the item, “what is your dirtiest fantasy and why?” 

Right now if Hyunjin was able to answer honestly, he would say ‘fucking you while his best friend watches.’ But even for a filthy game that they’re playing, he thought it would be inappropriate to say. On top of that, it’s not actually his dirtiest fantasy. He could do way worse but just doesn’t know what at this point in time in his sex life. There was still time for him to explore…

“I haven’t really got one at the moment,” says Hyunjin. “I suppose just real…rough sex.” 

Jisung immediately becomes intrigued, oblivious to the fact that Hyunjin had it in him to admit such a scandalous piece of information, “what does that mean to you though?”

He becomes even more flustered under the heat of his friends’ question, it doesn’t help that he’s nearly fully hard behind you either, “it means things like…choking or hair pulling-”

“What…you like to do those things or those things being done to yo-

“Both, I like both. Anyway, that’s not the question,” Hyunjin interrupts impatiently. “Just move on.” 

It’s difficult for you not to laugh at him, yet as you go to pick up a card - more carefully this time for Hyunjin’s sake - your smile fades quicker than you could blink. Not one doubt crossed your mind about how obscene this game could get. Yet this card refuted all of that. 

“I…get…get yourself off in front of someone,” you mumble in a very quiet voice.

“Get what?” Jisung tries to reiterate. 

Hyunjin’s brows knit in concentration as he reads the card from over your shoulder, “she has to get herself in front of someone.”

An ‘o’ forms in Jisung’s mouth before he responds to that statement, “that’s a…an interesting card.” 

The three of you fall deathly silent to the weight that the dare has you under. Your mind wants you to do it, to satiate that instinctual appetite to pleasure yourself ever since the game heated up. To do so in front of your friends doesn’t appear to be a bad idea which technically it isn’t from the way they already have you unintentionally wet. That in itself said a lot.

Therefore, you spread your legs and bend your knees. 

An expression of realisation washes over Jisung, coming to grips with what’s about to unfold. As for Hyunjin, he can only sit and remain in place as a support for you to lean against when your hand slips down the front of your underwear as you begin to rub. A sigh of warm relief then pushes past your lips. The pads of your fingers collect your damp essence to use as you circle over your clit. 

Already, a hefty volume of pressure is escalating in the pit of your tummy, tingling and spreading throughout your lower half. All from being turned on by the game. The person in front of you and behind you feel the exact same way except the one behind you was already there a long time ago. Their cocks fill out against the inside of their thighs and Hyunjin is positive that you can feel him through his pants. 

“Y/N,” Jisung says. “Does that make you feel good?”

“Jisung,” Hyunjin warns him sharply, not wanting his friend to fuel the fire that’s burning. 

“Mm, y-yes,” you stutter, breath catching at the base of your throat the more you try and push yourself towards an edge. 

It could be better though. It could be the pair of them groping and teasing your body at their will. You know that they both know how to use their mouths with the way that they made out earlier on. Not to mention from the grapevine, you’ve heard about Jisung too; how he knows how to eat pussy. Then you have Hyunjin, who just exposed his fantasy of liking having rough sex. The possibilities with his ideas would be endless and fun. 

With the pair of them, you don’t think you would ever run out of orgasms. Just thinking about it makes your fingers speed up, becoming increasingly more wetter. Your muscles jerk every now and then when you inch closer to the tail end of your orgasm, which causes you to unintentionally move against Hyunjin’s crotch once more. 

“Y/N,” Hyunjin breathes out against you. 

“Don’t touch her,” Jisung snaps. “This is her dare.”

“I-I’m not fucking touching her,” he presses back madly, then mutters just to himself as he hides behind you. “Can’t help it Jisung.”

“K-Keep watching…” you plead. “So…close.” 

Hyunjin’s nails are digging deep into the carpet beneath him and his restraint not to touch you teeters dangerously on the last millimetre of a cliff. He’s throbbing, achingly hard. For you. Jisung can see his friends' knuckles turning white but he understands. He too remains hard in his sweats, which was obvious to you. Even just the slight outline that you can see indicates to you that he’s big.

Your mind starts wondering what that sort of length would do to your body, how would it feel to have inside of you? As you ask yourself those questions, you try to imagine that sensation when you start fingering yourself. 

You whimper pathetically, curling over that sweet spongy spot, “yes, feels so good. Makes me wanna cum…” 

“Yeah? Gonna cum in front of us?” Jisung eggs you on. “Gonna make yourself cum just for us?

Your dozy eyes lock with him just for a few seconds before you nod against Hyunjin’s body, “j-just for you both.” 

“F-Fuck,” Hyunjin squeezes his eyes tight shut, gritting his teeth so much that his jaw aches. 

As that familiar euphoric bliss catches up to you, a silent scream paints over your face while your eyelids clamp shut and your eyebrows are furrowed together, focusing on the pleasure. For a moment, you’ve forgotten that Hyunjin is behind you as you can’t help but shiver helplessly against his body from the waves of your orgasm. Quiet yet very audible moans ring throughout Hyunjin’s apartment, making themselves known as you gradually come down with heavy gasps. 

“Holy shit,” Jisung murmurs in awe, he can see that you’ve soaked through your underwear. 

The large wet and sticky patch makes him want to lurch forward, tear the piece of clothing from your body and taste you for himself. To have his face buried in between your legs would be the Atlantis of his own fantasy right now, to have you use his mouth and tongue until you’re cumming all over again. 

In the moments of quiet when the still air is filled with nothing but your staggered breathing and depleted whimpers as you try to collect yourself, your phone buzzes on Jisung’s thigh - the reply to the dirty text he sent from earlier on.

He looks down at the glowing bright screen and his jaw drops to the floor once more. His mind sobers quickly.

From Chan to You: Again? Still horny from this morning? Alright then, I can come over and give you what you need x

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GOM Boys + Sending their kids to school (prompt)

Akashi

“Why don’t you want to go to school?” Akashi asked, holding his son’s hand, as they arrived at the building.

His son, looking positively adorable in his little blazer & tie, looked up at him with big, bright, golden eyes before looking back down. “I don’t want to go.” He repeated quietly. “It’s scary.”

“Scary? How is it scary?” Akashi asked. “You were fine when we did the tour the other day. It’s just like that.”

“But you won’t be with me Papa.” He replied in a soft voice. Worrying his bottom lip and eyes starting to get very wet. “I’ll be all alone.”

Akashi sighed as his son began to sniffle and knelt down in front of him. “Stop crying. Akashi men don’t cry over things like this.” He pulled out his handkerchief to clean the few tears that had fallen. His son giving a small hiccup as he stopped crying. Then Akashi smiled at him. “You won’t be alone. You’ll have a whole room of classmates to keep you company. I was like you when I was little. I was scared I wouldn’t make any friends, or that the other students would hate me. But that didn’t happen. I made friends. I got to spend time with people outside of the house. Uncle Kuroko and Mama were all people I met at school. Don’t you want to make friends like that?”

His son beamed and nodded once before looping his arms around Akashi’s neck to hug him. They then finish walking into school and dropping him off at class. He then walked back to his car alone. Sliding into the back seat when the driver opened the door for him.

“Shall we head to the office now sir?”

“In a minute,” Akashi replied. Leaning back in his seat to rest his head back against the rich leather. A hand over his eyes. “Circle the block a few times. I don’t want to leave them alone just yet.”

Aomine

“Hn? You don’t want to go to school now?” Aomine asked as son stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Digging his heels in about not wanting to take one step further. “But you have to go to school.”

“No I don’t! And you can’t make me!” The mini-Aomine yelled back. His father sighed.

“Yes, you do. It’s the law and, I would know, I’m a cop.” He pointed his thumb to himself, wearing his uniform, as this was supposed to be a quick drop off before he went in for his shift. “Do you want me to arrest you on your first day of school?”

“You wouldn’t do that!” The little boy replied. All bravado like his father, before his shoulders sank and his bottom lip stuck out. “I don’t want to go. School is boring. And what if the kids are mean to me. I’d rather stay home with Daddy….”

Aomine sighed and rubbed the back of his head. He couldn’t really argue with the school being boring part. He hated school when he was a kid, but he had to go. “Listen, Daddy can’t stay home with you today because he has to go to work. And you can’t come to work with me because, if you do, we’ll catch all the bad guys and then what will I do for work the next day.” The mini-Aomine snickered.

Aomine then leaned down to get eye level with his son. “I’m sure the kids will be nice. There’s bound to be one good egg in the bunch. Maybe you can even find someone to play basketball with.” His son’s eyes sparkled at that. “But, if any kids are mean to you, you tell me and I’ll come back and arrest them.” He held out his handcuffs to make a point. “Sound good?”

His son giggled again and told him, “deal!” before they both walk into the school for drop off. Thankfully, no one at the school was arrested that day. School was his son’s new favorite place. At least for now anyway.

Kise

“Are you sure they have to go now? Maybe we could keep them home for another year??”

“Ryo….” His significant other warned as they got their daughter up to the school, each holding one of her hands, for drop off.

“Don’t worry Daddy! I’ll be fine!” The little girl chirped. Practically skipping the whole way there she was so excited.

“Really? Are you sure princess? Because, if you want to start school tomorrow, Daddy would be totally fine with that.”

“Ryouta!”

“No, that’s ok Daddy.” She replied with a big grin. “I want to go and make new friends! I’m excited to show everyone my new dress you got me.” His princess did a little modeling twirl they had practiced, and Kise’s heart broke into a thousand pieces only to be reformed instantly again with love. “I’m gonna go inside now. See you after school!”

“Do you want Daddy to walk you to your classroom?!”

“No!” His daughter called back. Unaware she had just stomped on her father’s newly reformed heart.

“They grow up so fast….”

“Honestly Ryouta.” His s/o said, shaking their head, as they offered him a tissue. “It’s the kids that are usually crying on the first day. Not the parents.”

Kuroko

“Sweetheart….you have to go to school.” Kuroko tried to reason with his daughter, who was holding her backpack and her breath until Kuroko ‘gave up’.

Of course, she couldn’t hold it that long in the end. Her lungs were very small.

She let out a gasp of air, quickly inhaling new breath into her lungs as fast as she could fill them, but still pouted. “Why can’t you be my teacher Papa?!”

“Because,” Kuroko reasoned, as if they haven’t been over this a hundred times, “you need to have someone else be your teacher. It’s not fair to have Papa be your teacher.”

“But it’s not fair that other kids have Papa for their teacher!” She argued back. “I don’t want to go if I can’t see Papa and have to share him….”

Kuroko sighed before offering them a smile. “We’ll still be at the same school. So I’ll see you at lunch time or on the playground. Ms. Himora is really nice too. You’ll like being in her class. I’ve told her all about you and she’s excited to see your drawings.”

His daughter perked up at that. Art and drawing being one of her passions.

She agreed to go, but only on the condition that she wanted to see this other teacher’s art supplies. Ms. Himora of course showed them to her, and let her color the whole afternoon. Kuroko tried not to seem irritated that by the end of the day his little girl was calling her her favorite teacher.

Midorima

“Do you have your notebook?” Midorima asked as he walked his son to school. “Pens? Paper? Pencil?”

“Yes Dad…” His son replied sullenly, walking beside the taller green haired man as they come up to the school. When he saw the brick building, however, he tightened the hold on his hand.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

“Dad I….I don’t want to go to school.” Midorima gave a surprised ‘hn?’ in response, but his son just looked down. Fidgeting with his glasses. “What if….what if the teacher is scary? What if the other kids don’t like me? What if no one wants to play with me?” The young boy began to spiral and sniffling, thinking about all the things that could go wrong.

His father sighed and knelt down in front of him. “What do we always say?”

“Man proposes, God disposes.”

“Right.” Midorima replied. Not seeming phased by how his life’s motto sound so much less intimidating coming from such a cute, small voice. “We have to do our best to make sure things work out. We can’t worry about what could go wrong. That’s God’s job. We focus on the now.” He pulled a key chain out of his pocket and handed it to his son. “Take today’s lucky item with you. It’ll keep you safe.”

“But Dad! What about you?!”

“I’ll be alright. You just make sure you get to class on time and have a good day.”

His son came home later that afternoon to tell him all about the amazing day he had at his new school. His teacher was nice. His classmates really liked him. They even served his favorite in the cafeteria!

Midorima was happy for his son, and choose not to tell him that he had had the day from hell without his lucky item. From that day forward they each got their own.

Murasakibara

“Eh…? You don’t want to go to school?” Murasakibara looked at his daughter as she shook her head. Scuffing her new shoes on the sidewalk. “How come? You have to give me a good reason to skip your first day.”

“I…I don’t want to go…” She replied softly. His little girl incredibly shy. “What if the other kids make fun of me?” Murasakibara hummed a little. He supposed that was a good reason.

For better or worse, his children had inherited his height. It wasn’t so bad for her older brothers. Being tall was an admirable attribute for boys. For girls though…..well….it just made his angel that much bigger of a target.

“If the kids make fun of you, tell them your dad is even taller and he’ll stick them in a tree and leave them there if they make fun of you.” The little girl giggled, clearly picturing the image, but still didn’t seem convinced to go. Murasakibara knelt down so he wasn’t towering so much over her and patted her head. “School is important. You need to go so you can be smart like you Mom. Not a dumb dumb like your Dad.” He smoothed out her hair from ruffling it. It had taken them a while to get it right, and he didn’t want to ruin it. “But, I’ll be here when you get out today and we’ll go get ice cream as a reward. Our secret.”

His daughter beamed at the promise of ice cream and nodded eagerly. She then went off to school without any complaints. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree. You could get him to do anything for ice cream too.

The Sleepwear Series

OT8, 8/8 completed

Masterlist

An 8 part anthology series of Stray Kids and their S/O's chaotic night time routines.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, fluff, more to be determined in specific chapters

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Bang Chan; steady streams

Sometimes, the dead of night is the only time you get him all for yourself.

Lee Minho; show, don't tell

He doesn't mind others looking, as long as it's not too closely.

Seo Changbin; left field

So many hints dropped, so little of them picked up.

Hwang Hyunjin; only lovers left alive

Fortunately, in this bedroom, no one else exists.

Han Jisung; start of the movie

Everything with him feels so fast, but so right.

Lee Felix; hershey kisses

Sugar, spice, and everything nice. And a little salty.

Kim Seungmin; lay me down gently

No one understands him the way you do, and he can't help the things you make him feel.

Yang Jeongin; blue dream

At least he knows you're always thinking of him the way he thinks of you.

Awww this is adorable

the hosts as love languages

did i take the love language test seven separate times? yes, yes i did.

tamaki -  quality time

he justs wants someone to tell his stories to.

time is fleeting, and tamaki justs wants to spend every second he can with the people he loves

give him sleepovers! and movies nights where you talk over the whole thing! and just sit near him plz he has separation anxiety.

kyoya - acts of service

listen, he’s busy. he works into the wee hours of the night , running himself to the brink of exhaustion for his friends and his father. 

he nearly cries when tamaki tidies up his desk a bit, or when takashi brings him water. 

kaoru helps him get the wrinkles out of his suit when kyoya accidently takes and nap and mitskuni always saves him a piece of cake  🥺 🥺

haruhi - acts of service

must like kyoya, haruhi keeps herself busy.

at first, it annoys her to no end that the host club tries to clean her house or give her food or offers her their class notes. but, after a little bit, she begins to rely on them. 

she lets them tutor her or pour her coffee. it’s a strange feeling, being able to depend on others. 

hikaru - physical touch

hikaru is horrible with his words. he’d rather squeeze, punch, kiss, or shove someone instead of opening his mouth.

that’s why kaoru or haruhi are always at arm’s length. he needs someone to squish when he gets excited or chase when he gets bored. 

plz just give him a hug, he’s lonely

kaoru - physical touch

much like his brother, kaoru can best express himself through action. he loves to rough house and be near others

it’s hard for him to understand that not everyone is okay with all of his touches, though (he’s working on it)

he loves smol touches and forehead kisses

mitskuni - physical touch

unlike the twins, mitskuni is less touch-starved

his family business is so physical and so rough that, for a while, it was the only way he knew how to express himself. upset? workout in the dojo. father denies him the only thing that makes him happy? submit himself to martial arts.

he loves being able to hug those around them, or cuddle into takashi’s side

takashi -  quality time

he loves uninterrupted time with his friends and family

he isn’t one for grand displays of affection. takashi prefers slow morning coffee and sitting quietly next to one another doing school work.

give! him! eye! contact! 

Felix when you take his whole cock to the back your throat for the first time. He’s so overwhelmed with pleasure…your mouth is so warm, so wet, and your throat so tight …

no nut november with skz

-> where the boys decide to participate to the challenge. who will be the winner ?

-> IMPORTANT : all these works contains smut, minors dni.

enjoy !

❃ day three

-> hwang hyunjin - first to lose

❃ day eight

-> seo changbin - second to lose

❃ day thirteen

-> third to lose

❃ day eighteen

-> fourth to lose

❃ day twenty three

-> fifth to lose

❃ day twenty six

-> sixth to lose

❃ day twenty nine

-> seventh to lose

❃ first of december

-> winner

masterlist

-> i don't allow any copies, reposts or translations of my work.

He gets ✨️baby✨️ fever

Hyung line

Maknae line

Swears baby pics (ladies hide your overies) crack fluff general cuteness good dad vibes

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

BangChan

Lee Know

Changbin

Hyunjin

General Taglist @stellasays45 @beebee18 @weird-bookworm @velvetmoonlght

bf!Bangchan x gn!reader (ot8 mentioned)

Masterlist

When he calls you clingy, so you distance yourself

Pt. 1

Next Pt. 2

!Warnings: angst, fake!texts, swearing (lmk if i missed anything)

Side-Note: I tried something new, I hope y'all like it :3

You and Chan had been dating for good 3 years now and just a few days ago it had been your anniversary and if anything, the past 3 years had been the best years of your life. You guys met when you were put in charge for one of Straykids's album and since then, the two of you grew really close. Of course Chan was a busy person, but he mad time for you whenever he could and never got mad at you for anything. Not even your clingy and sometimes overcaring personality, which had been a big problem in your previous relationships, bothered him. Or so you thought.

You were currently in the Kitchen of your apartment to make yourself breakfast. Chan stayed over last night to which you decieded, it would be for the best to sleep a little longer, and stay longer at work, even though you've still got to pack your things since you'll be moving soon.

You opened the fridge to get out some blueberries and other stuff, when you saw the Lunch made for Chan sitting in it, untouched.

You frowned and took your phone out, to notify him that you'll stop by at the studio to drop it off.

You let out a sigh and put your phone in your bag. I should just get over and drop it off, you thought to yourself and made your way down the hallway, between some boxes you've packed, while waiting for a reply the past hour. You stepped out the door, greeted by the shivering cold winter air and made your way to the studio, with your bag in one and chan's lunch in the other hand.

By the time you arrived at the building, you were freezing cold, mentally cursing yourself for not taking the car. You stepped inside the building, greeted by your co-workers. You gretted them back, making your way to the studio, knocking on the door once. No respond. You knocked twice. Again no respond. You decied to just let yourself in.

When you stepped in the room, you find a busy chan, howering over his Laptop, aggressivly clicking on his keyboard.

"Hey Babe, I texted you earlier but you didn't respond..you forgot your Lunch at my apartment, so I thought I'll bring it over" you said, and put the lunch next to him on his desk, with a smile on your face, which immediately dropped, when he just ignored you. You decided to shrug it off and came behind his chair, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"What are you working on?" No respond. "Chris do you hear what I say?" you ask and stare at him, but he just continues typing on his Lapotop. "Chris-" "Jesus fucking Christ Y/n, can't you just leave me alone?!" He bursted out and turned to you in his chair "But I-" you try to explain, just to be interrupted by him again "DON'T YOU GET THE HINT?!?" he yells, and you instantly stiff "Obviously I'm hearing what you say I'M NOT FUCKING DEAF OKAY?! I'm just ignoring you because I'm trying to have some alone time and do my fucking work without you constantly breathing down my neck!! Can't I just have like 5 minutes of alone time without your clingy ass being right here, next to me, like always asking me stupid questions and breakthing down my neck!?? And your overly caring personality is really getting too much, ever thought I left the Lunch there on purpose??? Or that I don't have time to constantly check my phone because I actually have work to do?????? Get you clingyness under control and LEAVE. ME. ALONE."

You didn't know what to say. You didn't even know if you should say something. You've never seen him like that. He sounded really mad, and you couldn't help but tremble and blinking your eyes so no tears could escape, but they did and didn't get unnoticed by Chan. "And here comes the river.." he sighed out and rubbed the bridge of his nose. You sobbed your cries in and turned around to leave, only mumbling out a weak "I'm sorry..." before rushing out of the room, running towards the exist, when you bump into Felix.

"Um Y/n is everything okay?" he asks, genuily worried but you just smile at him and nod, before hurrying to get home.

You just wanted to stay in bed for the rest of the day, but you couldn't even do that because you had to pack you things.

It's so cruel.

Everything is so cruel.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾✧༺🖤༻✧✧༺🖤༻✧✧༺🖤༻✧☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

shy reader who wants to give felix a blow job but can’t confess it. he teases for a bit but guides her into giving her first ever bj. i need this to go off the outfit he was wearing in the recent skz talker. tight black turtle neck lix.

Warning: smut below! mdni.

Felix’s slender fingers toy with the lens of his new camera, rotating two notches to the right as he brings it up to his face again.

“I dunno why it’s not zooming properly,” he says, his thick Australian accent sounding more prominent amidst his frustration. “It gets all blurry.”

You watch him curiously from where you’re sitting on the floor, your legs crossed as you scroll on your phone, chuckling softly at his attempts to snap another photo. Aim, rotate, click.

“See! This looks nothing like the ones I took yesterday.”

“Let me try,” you say, setting your phone down on the floor beside you and reaching a hand out. He places the camera in your two hands, resetting the knob back to its original position before loosening his grasp.

“Careful, it’s heavy”, Felix warns, watching closely as you bring it up to your own face and squeeze one eye shut. You point the camera up at him, and Felix holds out a peace sign while you snap a few photos of him.

“Cute,”‘you say, observing the photos and admiring the way his tight black turtleneck hugs his body so nicely.

“Let me see,” he replies with a smile, taking the camera from you and sitting on the wooden bench at the edge of your hotel bed to scroll through the photos.

When you turn to look up at him, you realize how close he is to you, his hips almost next to your face as his legs spread lazily on either side of him. His outfit is particularly distracting today, his toned abs peeking through a thin fitted black turtleneck, coupled nicely with a dark blue pair of jeans. When he leans back to rest his weight on one arm, his shirt lifts up a little bit, exposing a thin strip of skin above his waistband. He shifts a little bit in his spot, and your gaze skims over his crotch momentarily, the outline of his bulge visible through the sculpted jeans.

“These are nice,” he says, “but why does it only work when you do it?”

You swallow nervously, your mind admittedly wandering to places it shouldn’t be, as he sits here innocently indulging in his hobby beside you.

“I dunno,” you reply, averting his gaze briefly.

Felix takes notice of the change in your demeanor, furrowing his brows together as you turn your attention back to your phone.

“You can try again, if you want,” he offers, fearing you took offense to something he said.

“No, that’s okay,” you reply quietly, desperately scrolling through your social media in an attempt to look preoccupied.

“Seriously,” he says, now standing up from the bench to move in front of you. “You’re better than me, anyway. Have at it.”

You swallow nervously when you look up, well aware of the way his crotch is right in front of your face now, his jeans almost grazing your face as he towers over you. Felix looks down on you with a gentle smile, one hand reaching down to thread through your hair and tuck a strand of hair behind you ear.

“What is it?” He asks.

“Nothing, it’s fine.”

“Tell me,” Felix says again, now moving his other hand to tilt your chin up. Your eyes are wide, curious with lust now as his bulge hovers over you from this proximity.

You want to ask him- so badly, but you’re nervous about being so straightforward with him. He somehow looks so tantalizing today- the outline of his cock practically visible from every angle, his knit black turtleneck rising up to flaunt a subtle v-line whenever he holds up his camera. The simple, yet elegant outfit exudes sex, and you’re itching to see him underneath- or rather, to taste him.

Without uttering a word, you bring your chin forward just an inch, resting it just below his groin and staring up at him with silently pleading eyes. When he gasps a little, you press one small kiss to the bulge of his jeans, pulling away to gauge his reaction. Felix’s eyes look wide with curiosity, the little action already arousing him through his jeans, but surprising him nonetheless.

“If you’re trying to tease me, it’s working,” he says with a nervous chuckle.

You don’t respond, your eyes flickering down to his jeans and back to his face, hoping the action will signify what it is that you want so badly. He glances down at your expression, observing the way you now sit up on your knees, scanning his outfit from head to toe.

“Is it… that you want to have sex?” Felix inquires bluntly with a chuckle. His words ring somewhat true, but truthfully, you want to pleasure him. It’s something the two of you have never engaged in before, all of your sexually intimate moments always involving a bed, and having enough time to equally undress and finish together. The two of you aren’t partial to quick bouts of pleasure, but seeing him loom over you like this, you’re eager to try.

“I want… to taste you,” you say finally, heartbeat quickening the minute the words leave your lips.

Felix pauses in his tracks, finally understanding what you’re asking for, and then a smile grows on his face.

“You want to suck me off?” He says, a breathy laugh emitting from his lips as he speaks. “Is that what you’re so hot and bothered about?”

You nod sheepishly, still keeping your gaze on him as he looks down.

“Yeah?” Felix says, his fingers tangling in your scalp again and pushing your hair out of your face.

“You could’ve just asked,” he says in a teasing tone. “You don’t have to feel so embarrassed.” He sounds amused, almost dumbfounded at the proposal.

Your cheeks flush a dark shade of pink as you begin to feel regretful for asking- it’s uncharacteristic of you to say it out loud like this, much less engage in an act that you’ve always felt seemed so degrading. But you still do want to, a little unsure of how to go about it.

“Hey,” Felix says, tilting your chin up to look at him. “I’ll guide you if you really want to do it, yeah?”

You nod up at him, relieved that he’s agreed to help walk you through it without you needing to ask him. He caresses your cheek lovingly with his thumb, snaking one hand down to undo his belt buckle, sliding it out of his belt loops in one quick motion and tossing it on the bed.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks, and you shift a little so that you’re sitting comfortably on your knees.

“Mhm,” you reply, waiting for his next instruction.

Felix unzips his jeans slowly, pulling them down so that they pool around his ankles, already visibly hard against his boxers. You’ve seen his cock plenty of times, but somehow, this being the first time you get to taste him, you’re admittedly a little nervous. You reach up to palm him gently over his boxers, earning a soft moan from him as he positions himself a little closer to you.

“You want to take them off?” Felix asks, cocking his head at the way you stare up at him with wide, lustful eyes. You nod up at him, your heartbeat quickening a little as he waits for you to proceed.

And in slow movements, you reach up to graze your fingers along his waistband, tugging over his now-hard bulge and freeing his erection. His cock swells against his abdomen, looking almost different to you from this new angle- his veiny length protrudes straight in front of you, the pink tip of his cock glistening with anticipation as you bring your face a little closer.

Felix smiles at your hesitation, bringing his own hand to the base of his cock and pumping gently over you as you watch in wonder. The same hand reaches out to your face, grazing your lips gently before cupping below your chin.

“Spit for me,” he orders, and you swirl your tongue around your mouth, gathering a generous wad of saliva between your lips before trickling a stream down into his hand.

Felix brings his hand back to his cock, laying his palm flat against the tip of his cock and coating himself generously in your spit before moving back down to the base.

He whimpers at the contact, doing his best to save the pleasurable parts for your mouth only.

You watch intently as he pumps himself a few more times again, his cock now glistening in saliva and making a light sloshing noise as he works his length. When he’s wet enough, involuntary whimpers escaping his lips with every stroke, he stops at the base again, looking down at you.

“You still okay to do this?” Felix asks, and you nod affirmatively.

His free hand finds its way to the back of your head, softly massaging your scalp in encouragement as he brings his cock to your lips.

“If you want to stop, just give me a little squeeze, okay?”

You nod again, blinking a few times as he now taps the pink tip of his cock against your lips. His flesh feels hypnotic against you, almost pleading for entrance as he trails a coat of your own saliva back onto your lips. You part your lips for him, holding eye contact, as he finally guides his cock inside your mouth and slides in with gentle movements. You wrap your lips around his girth, moaning softly around his cock as you feel him hit the back of your throat.

Tears prick your eyes at the sensation, and your mouth dribbles with drool, Felix using his thumb to wipe the corners of your mouth clean and tangle back in your hair. It’s your turn to grasp the base of his cock, holding him just firmly enough to steady yourself, and then you start moving. Your head bobs down his length, swirling your tongue generously around his tip, and then back up again, where your moans vibrate around him. You repeat the action a few times, Felix’s eyebrows arching up in pleasure as he takes in the filthy sight, his entire cock disappearing into your mouth with every move.

“Fuck, yeah baby just like that,” he breathes out, hardly even needing to guide you anymore. His hands steady themselves on the back of your head, where he pulls up your hair into a makeshift ponytail, caressing strands behind your ears and shutting his eyes in pleasure.

“Mmh-” you whimper around him, pulling back to his tip to utter something between drooly lips.

“I love it,” you breathe, trailing your wetted lips around the side of his shaft, where you press drooly little kisses along his flesh before taking him back into your mouth.

Felix feels like he could cum any minute at the sound of you, your lewd moans and sloshing noises as you work him so skillfully, the sight of your fucked-out face so needy for his cock instilling a pure state of euphoria in him. But he holds off, wanting to make the moment last as long as possible, because he can tell you’re getting equally as pleasured by this, too. Beads of sweat form on Felix’s forehead as he looks down at you, his blonde tresses falling into his eyes and caressing the collar of his ebony turtleneck. His once put-together appearance looks completely disheveled now, face flushed a dark shade of red as he pants heavily over you.

“Ah- baby, will you touch my-”

You don’t have to hear him finish his request before obliging, reaching a hand up to caress his balls in your palm and massage them at the same time you work him in your mouth. Felix moans fervently at the sensation, a stream of drool dribbling from the corners of his lips too, as his breathing grows ragged with pleasure.

“God, you take me so well,” he breathes out, moving your face down his length and gently fucking your face with his hips. “You’re so good,” he says, shutting his eyes as he feels his cock pulsate between your lips, desperate for release now.

Your mascara is pooled below your eyes now, eyelashes fluttering up at him innocently as he fucks your face a little faster.

“Is this okay?” Felix asks, his voice coming out shaky. You nod with him in your mouth, pleased with the way he’s completely losing himself around you.

Felix throws his head back in bliss as he feels you swirl your tongue down his base, giving kitten licks to the underside of his shaft and his balls, before maneuvering to his tip again and showering him in wet, drooly kisses. He tastes a little salty, but the flavor is intoxicating on your tongue, a reminder that it’s your boyfriend fucking your mouth and filling your mouth remnants of him. Sucking him makes you hungrier for him, eager to watch his reactions with every move and feel him hit every inch of your throat.

You pull off of him entirely, releasing him with a gentle pop, and shooting him an amused smile when he looks down at you, almost trembling.

“Don’t stop,” Felix says, his eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure as he guides your face close to him, silently begging to feel you around his length again. You chuckle lightly at his reaction, feeling confident in how you’ve taken the reins after having him guide you so sweetly.

You don’t deny him the pleasure for another second, trailing his aching tip over your lips and delivering little kisses before taking him in your mouth again, gagging lightly when he hits the back of your throat.

“Do it again,” Felix says, massaging the back of your head and guiding you even lower. “Gag on it for me, baby, yeah? Feels so fucking good when you do that.”

And you obey his commands, spit bubbling in the back of your throat and around your lips as you struggle to keep him inside, his tip almost brushing against your uvula and making you wince in brief discomfort. But you feel his abdomen contract once against you, his cock twitching in pleasure, and you can tell he’s close.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Felix says, pulling back a little to let you breathe.

“You want me to finish in your mouth? Or on your pretty face?”

You take him a bit deeper, answering his question by swirling your tongue around him once, earning a deep moan from him.

Felix grips your hair in both hands, holding it out of your face as he gives shallow thrusts.

“Gonna cum,” he says in between labored breaths, his eyes shut in pleasure.

And gives one more thrust, pulling out halfway to rest his hardened cock on your tongue as you moan around his girth, gasping lightly when you feel him shoot ropes of his milky white release all over your tongue. He lets out a series of moans as he does, reaching one hand up to the base of his cock to pump the remainder, a few remnants falling onto your lips and your cheek. You shut your eyes instinctively, smiling a little when you feel him finish on you, the sensation feeling simultaneously so filthy and delightful at the same time. Felix pulls out of you slowly, watching with hooded eyes as he slows his breaths and looks down at you.

“You don’t have to swallow,” he says, visibly concerned as you smack your lips together lightly and relish in the flavor of his arousal.

But somehow his words feel like encouragement, and you shudder a little as you slide your tongue to the back of your throat, swallowing his release with a loud gulping noise and wiping your chin clean.

Felix chuckles in disbelief, in awe at this new side of you he’s never experienced.

“Wow,” he breathes out, helping you off the floor and steadying your balance as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

He rubs his thumb across your cheek soothingly, leaning down to press a series of tender kisses to your still-wet lips as he smiles against you. Felix’s heartbeat steadies in rhythm with yours as you stay like that for a moment, wrapped in each other's warm embrace.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, holding you close. “You’re beautiful, and you drive me absolutely crazy.”