Stray Kids Oneshots • SKZ

★ is it casual now? - smut

Warning: FWB TROPE!!!! both are balls deep in denial🤿, yelling, arguing, mentions of alcohol/drunkness, make up shaboodle, cover the bundle before you fondle🚨‼️, jealousy through the roof, and they were roommates!😦, non idol!au, praise/worshipping, profanity🙊🙊🙊, marking😨, praise, hickies😬😬, friends2lovers, uhmmm yeah🤷🏽‍♀️.

Requested by: @Olivia028122 💗💗
Word count: 5394

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you were cooking dinner for the both of you as you did almost every night. you were almost done preparing the sauce for the pork belly when hyunjin brushes past you.

you turn around to glance at him, snorting when you see him shirtless. though you couldn't deny you didn't like the sight. "how about a shirt?" you tease, mixing the ingredients in a small cup.

hyunjin simply chuckles, patting your shoulder and keeping his hand there to briefly look over your work. putting a shirt on was now long forgotten, replaced by the sight of a mouth-watering meal.

"i hope you won't poison me because this looks like something i see in my dreams" he jokes, and you roll your eyes, playfully slapping his hand off your shoulder at that comment.

"i think i've cooked for us long enough to earn your trust in my skills."

he hummed softly, a smug smirk on his lips as he spoke. "couldn't hurt to taste."

before you knew it, hyunjin was taking a piece of the cooked pork, grinning as he ate it like a rebellious child with candy. he knew you didn't like it when he tasted your food before plating it, so he half-expected your slipper to come flying at his ass after he tries to run away from your threatening gaze.

"not the slipper!"

"oh, please, you've had worse." you scoffed, smirking even with that glare of yours.

he crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the counter beside you. you glanced at him, then back at the food you were preparing to avoid your gaze landing too long on his flexed arms and abs.

"really? like what?"

you snickered as you cut up the lettuce tops, saving the bottoms to make kimchi later. "don't make me call minho."

hyunjin gasps, feigning hurt and betrayal as he put a hand over his chest, hiding his slight fear of his friend behind the dramatic reaction. "you wouldn't."

"oh i would." you fire back.

"no you wouldn't," he argues, leaning his arms against the table right beside you, his tricep brushing grazing against the fabric of your way too big shirt, "because who would take care of you when i'm dead, hm?"

his tone is awfully flirty, and you fight back the urge to respond with just kissing his face all over. instead, you opt for returning your focus to the plating of your dinners. "more like i take care of you."

"you know what i mean" he trails off, subconsciously biting his lower lip. his juicy, luscious lips. you most definitely knew what he meant; taking care of your sexual desires. but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of being right.

"mm, maybe i'll save you from death this time" you tease, looking back at him from the corner of your eye just in time to catch him smile.

"see, baby? you do need me after all." he grins, placing a kiss to the top of your head.