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SHINee Reaction To You Sitting On Their Lap.

Onew - He was instantly flustered when you calmly sat yourself on his lap for no reason. He had been minding his own business and reading an article on his phone when you got annoyed from his lack of attention. Seconds later, his phone had flew from his hand and you placed yourself on his lap. He was obviously surprised, but still wrapped an arm around your waist. 

Key - He was doing his own thing, laying on the bed and playing with the dogs with a drama playing in the background. But you were tired and in the mood for cuddles. When you basically threw yourself on his lap, narrowly avoiding crushing poor Garcons. An annoyed Kibum had nothing to do with your antics, and promptly pushed you you off of him on the other side of the bed.

Minho - You two had been peacefully eating dinner, when out of nowhere you just placed yourself onto his lap and started making pointless conversation. Minho didn’t stop eating from his plate and continued to talk to you as his arm supported your waist. You two were usually pretty affectionate, and you sitting on his lap was actually very common.

Taemin - Taemin had just been sitting on the floor babying a bottle of water when you sat on him. There was something that made Taemin feel oddly powerful, with him sweaty from dancing and the weight of you on his lap. It was an intimate moment and he really loved the idea of you finding comfort on him. It would be something that would definitely happen more often.

Black Lace

Plot: Yesung does not handle shock well.

Words count: 1.1k+

Pairing: Yesung x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested by anon, enjoy!

~H

The sound of heavy coughing woke you up from your deep slumber immediately. The slight annoyance in you from being abruptly woken up out of nowhere instantly disappeared when you saw Yesung hunched on the floor. Your feet acted before your brain, and you soon found yourself kneeling down beside him and rubbing his back as he began breathing regularly again.

“What on earth was that?”  you asked with a slightly humorous undertone hiding behind your concerned voice.  From what you remember, Yesung had been happily drinking a beer on the couch right before you fell asleep. Yesung only shook his, too embarrassed to admit why he had such a reaction. But looking up at the tv gave you an obvious answer.

On the television was a large screen of you in a skimpy set of lacy black lingerie that was so exposed that it barely left anything to imagine. The tight intricate pattern began high up around your thighs, barely wrapping around you backside and your woman hood. A thin line went up your torso to the small piece of fabric covering your breasts, leaving your entire back exposed to the world. The final, and probably the best part, was the thick lace that rode up your chest to wrap around your throat.

Looking at the video, you were totally reminded of the fact that you had ignored telling your boyfriend about the theme of this song. It was quite intimate, and most of the song was hinting at being dominated. This theme was so different than the ones Yesung was used too. He was used to the pinks and purples and the bubbles that your group was known for. So he was quite shocked when he saw that the music video that was released only moments ago was so sexual.

A sudden fire burned up in Yesung, and he wasn’t sure if it was hormones or jealousy of the fact that everyone could see you in the way only he had ever seen you. With that, the next he thing he knew, the angry gulp of beer he had taken ended up going down the wrong whole, resulting in him basically dying on the floor of your living room. The moment was only made worse when you had began to laugh. Slowly at first, as you tried to hide your giggling, but failing and breaking out into a full blown laughter.

“It’s not funny!” Yesung whined, “I was shocked! You didn’t even tell me what was going to happen!” he desperately tried to explain himself. Of course that didn’t work, since it only just made you laugh even louder than you had been before. A part of you did feel a bit guilty though. You had meant to tell him about the video before it was released to the public, but every time you tried you ended up running away because you were too shy. Why you were shy, you had no idea. Yesung was the love of your life and he had seen you inprivate situations in similar clothes. But there was something about telling him that you were doing it for a video that scared the life out of you.

“You know, I don’t think it’s such  a big deal.” you lied cooly, “It’s just a set of clothes.” Yesung saw through it very quickly, the blush on your cheeks being a dead giveaway for your obvious embarrassment. Though, he didn’t say anything about it, only smiled and grabbed his beer of the floor. The liquid had stained your fur white rug, something you would worry about later after this mess was cleared up. Yesung grabbed the remote, which was now soaked with beer, and pressed play after slamming his finger on the button several times to try to get it to work. Yet another thing you’d have to get fixed because of your boyfriend’s clumsiness.

The sultry tune of the music played through the room yet again, and Yesung closed his eyes and moved his head along to the soft melodic beat. You intently watched his reaction, his opinion was very important to you. Especially to this song, considering you did write it for him after all. It was loosely based off your passionate night together on your third anniversary, when you guys had decided to twist things up a bit. Although, the night was very different, you were so happy with it.

“You know, it’s actually not that bad.” Yesung commented. You gave him a weird look.

“‘Not bad?’ Excuse me?” you offendedly asked, “Bitch, it’s perfect.” you defended yourself and your song.

Now it was Yesung’s turn to laugh at your reaction. He only shook his head and pulled you closer with a smile. He noticed how warm you were, and he had to shake the bad thoughts out of his head.

“OIt is. It’s really good, I’m only messing with you.” he chuckled, “It’s definitely… different. Do you still have the oufit” he added. It was his honest answer. The song was very good, but he couldn’t continue watching the video without getting hot and bothered, and he didn’t have enough to do anything before he had to leave for work.

You smiled, jumping up from the floor excitedly to pull him back towards the couch. “I’m glad. It is for you, you know?” you asked, completely ignoring answering his question.

Yesung only nodded. Of course he did. The song included some facts of what you did on your anniversary, and they were things that he would never be able to forget. They were things that were too weird for anyone else to just throw into a song because it sounded good within the lyrics.

Again, you smiled happily. His reaction, although priceless and hilarious, meant a whole lot to you. You wanted to do something different with your group, because the girly, youth and summery vibe could only last so long before you ended up getting bored of it. You guys wanted to try this, and all 4 of you were painfully happy about the outcome. Your fans too. The song was just so good and fit together so well with your true personalities that you couldn’t help but enjoy it.

There would definitely be more songs like it in the future. And you’d make sure each one was so shocking enough that it would have Yesung on the floor again. And with from what you had seen today, it wouldn’t take that much to accomplish. Oh, Yesung has yet to see it all, and the best of luck to him when he does.

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A Beautiful Little Thing.

Plot: Matthew has always had a way of making your sputter out of control.

Words count: 1k+

Pairing: B.M x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested by @jxhnten, enjoy!

~H

“Dang, girl. You looking fine.” Matthew commented as you walked through the house in a tiny tank top. You only flipped him off in response, purposely swaying your hips as you walked towards the kitchen for a bowl of whatever cereal you could find. You knew you looked good. Hell, you’d just spent the past fifteen minutes strutting in the mirror and making model poses. 

It was a hot day, and with your luck, the day the air conditioning in the entire apartment complex decided to shut off. So, you settled for being barely clothed and surrounded by fans. Matthew went for a similar approach, lying shirtless in gym sweats while complaining about the heat. It would be hours before they would manage to the AC turned back on, and you knew it would slowly drive you insane. You were not equipped for the heat.

Both of you could have easily just left, but your stubborn asses refused to allow it. So, you stayed. Was it because you both enjoyed looking at each other naked? Definitely.

Nearest & Dearest

Plot: Kim Jongin and Kim Haneul, the baddest boys in town. Except one is a baby and the other is a terrified father.

Words count: 1k+

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested by anon, enjoy!

~H

Kim Jongin had always dreamt of having a family of his own. He imagined himself married, two kids wrapped around his legs, and everything in his life was full of joy. Oh boy, was he in for a rude awakening.

The moment Haneul had been born was the same moment he realized kids were a lot more work than he’d imagined. And this opinion was with Haneul, his relatively quiet, almost always giggling son. Even though the baby was a ton of work, he would never wish for it to change. Anybody and everybody knew how spoiled Haneul was. The boy had been spoiled from the second he was born.

Baby Haneul was barely three months old. And even though he was so young, he had his father wrapped around his finger. Jongin had made it his personal task to give his son everything he wanted, even if he was three months old and couldn’t form an actual opinion.

He was a spitting image of Jongin, having inherited his father’s dark skin and thick lips. Two traits that really made it impossible for Jongin to ever deny him as his own.