If We Ever Made A Porn Video, What Do You Think The Title Would Be? You Asked Your Unsuspecting Boyfriend,

“if we ever made a porn video, what do you think the title would be?” you asked your unsuspecting boyfriend, seonghwa, while you both laid in bed.

the dark haired man stopped scrolling on his phone to look directly at you. the look he gave you was nothing short of shock and utter confusion.

“what’s your issue?” he asked

“answer my question first,” you pouted at him.

“do you just say whatever comes into that pretty little head of yours?” seonghwa asked before reaching his hand over to softly massage your scalp. although he already knew the answer was yes.

you ignored him, “i think it would be something like…” you trailed as you pondered and then the epiphany came. “hot ebony gets railed by big dicked asian man.”

seonghwa’s cheeks heated up in embarrassment at your filthy words even though you were the only two people in your shared bedroom. he’d be lying if he said those same words didn’t have his dick hardening in his pants though.

“or maybe it would even say like, ‘black girl gets creampied by a fat dick’!”

all the blood that should’ve been pumping to his brain was going straight to his dick. he bit his lip as he imagined putting you on all fours and fucking his cum into your pussy until neither of you could take anymore. so he decided to play along and indulge in your nonsense, just this once.

“maybe it would say, ‘pretty slut gets her holes filled’. or maybe ‘pretty slut gets fucked dumb’.”

“i think i like yours better,” you said with a nod.

“good,” seonghwa began. he leaned up to kiss you before whispering, “now i’m gonna do everything we talked about, would you like that?”

[240204] San — IT's You

I just reread this after a long time and it made feel really warm and at peace 💗

I have a request but not sure if you are taking them. I just got out of a bad relationship with an ex who caused me trauma..(SA)

is it possible if you could write a comfort with possibly bang Chan or seungmin..?

Hello dearie,

Of course, I can write this. I am sorry you are going through this. I hope you like it. <3

"I’ll be here when you wake up…” | Bang Chan |

Bang Chan x g.n.reader

Genre: Comfort

Warnings: it is stated that the reader's ex treated them bad

When you didn’t answer your phone for the third time that day, Chan began to worry. It is unlike you because you always have something to tell your best friend. Time seemed to pass slower now. Chan counted down the seconds for the meeting to end, concern crowding his mind and spirit. Felix is the first one to notice something is off, and in their silent conversation which only involves looks, it’s clear how desperately he is to get out of there. 

You sat in the corner of your living room, screening all calls and texts. The TV is just background noise as you try to block all the horrid memories of your ex. Your head just can’t understand how is it that you are now free. He was the one who kept saying you would be together forever, a forever you didn’t want but you couldn’t help but stay. Now he is gone. 

A soft knock on the door makes you jump.

Shit. Is he here? Is he back? 

“Hi little dove, it’s me. I– just got worried you were not answering. May I come in?” Chan’s soothing voice acts like the warmest blanket in the coldest weather. 

You didn’t want him to see you like this. Have you cried in front of him before? Yes. But this is different. The feeling of your soul being completely tarnished is not something you want to put on Chan’s plate. He has enough things to worry about as it is. 

“I’m coming in, okay?”

You hear the keypad and Chan stepping in, his steps are soft and premeditated like he is scared and unsure of what he might find. 

“There you are,” he whispers. Chan doesn’t allow his heartbreak to reach his voice, but he can’t deny that seeing you like this is beyond painful. You are supposed to feel safe and happy. He made that promise long ago but that was before…well– your ex. 

Chan closes the distance between you and kneels to be at eye level with you, but your eyes can’t look at him so you turn your face away. Sobs escape your lips, but you promise you won’t cry. Not again. You’ve cried enough. His hand touches your head, you can barely feel it, but it is there giving you some reassurance. 

“He is gone, Channie,” you manage to say between cries and as you turn to him, Chan can see in your eyes there is something broken in you. Something he never noticed before but he wouldn’t dare to ask unless you want to talk about it. 

So he nods and now you feel the entire weight of his hand on your head. 

“I will start the shower for you, yeah? I’ll be right outside when you’re done.” Chan helps you up and by the time you are done crying in the shower, he has ordered food, cleaned the kitchen, and had your favourite show playing. 

You silently sit with him on the couch as he eats your ice cream. He spoon-feeds you, your body now feeling tired and getting cosy beside him. As your eyelids close your lips curve into a smile. This is the first time in three days you’ve smiled. 

“Thank you, Channie,” you whisper. 

“Shhh, sleep, little dove. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here when you wake up…”

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a/n: even though this is ✨fiction✨ I hope you all find comfort and reassurance during difficult times <3 my ask is always open.

this is so deeply unserious but sometimes being ridiculous is good for the soul! i hope you enjoy this silly ass short.

“cock or dick?” you asked wooyoung whilst you both were in the kitchen. you were leaned against the island and he was preparing food for dinner.

he stopped chopping, “what?” he asked looking away from the cutting board at you.

“do you prefer calling it a cock or a dick?”

“you’re asking me what i prefer to call my penis?” he asked in disbelief and all you did was nod at him. “i don’t know i guess i haven’t really thought about it.”

“you usually say dick when we’re fucking,” you acknowledged. “like you’ll say ‘take this dick’ or something like ‘does my dick feel good?’ but you say cock too sometimes!”

wooyoung was dumbfounded. he laid the knife down on the cutting board and folded his arms over his chest.

you continued, “cock is such a harsh word. i don’t like it personally. but i like when you say it because with your accent it doesn’t sound as harsh. dick sounds better, more appealing, ya know?”

“why do you always have to be so weird, sweetheart?” wooyoung asked you with a laugh. “but i like calling it a dick more. like ‘come here and suck my dick’.”

his words made a shiver run down your spine. you almost hoped he didn’t notice the way you’d gotten quiet but of course he did. you’re his baby. so of course he took advantage. he walked closer to you and hooked his index finger beneath your chin.

“you’re shy now?” he asked you. he was staring at you so intensely that you had to look away but he used the hand that was already on your chin to turn your head back toward him. “you weren’t shy when you were using those words.”

“i was just curious,” you told him.

“well how about i put my dick in that pretty pussy so i can cure your curiosity?”

Skz fake texts ── bf! Seungmin Photo convos with your Menace beware, very delulu

Warning: mentions of suggestive, playful banter

── all fake texts

Requested.

sleepover

pairing: perverted bsf! wooyoung x fem! reader feat. a comatose mingi (he’s asleep on the bed lmao…or is he…)

summary: wooyoung is more than willing to hold you when you’re afraid during your horror movie marathon, and even more willing to help distract you like a good friend does.

wc: 1.4k

warnings: perverted dom! wooyoung, subby innocent! reader, bro is convincing and manipulative okay, cnc/dubcon-ish vibes (if that’s not your thing feel free to skip!!), coercion/corruption, exhibitionism (all of the following is done right next to mingi), brief kissing, groping, fingering, initial orgasm denial,, tit play + spit, rough unprotected sex, creampie, this is a wild one idkidkkkkk

a/n: wooyo has been haunting my brain lately so i had no choice but to write this >~< i hope you enjoy <33 alsoo i’ll be posting one more corruption themed fic very soon that feats frat boy san and minyunhwa~

song rec: if you think i’m pretty - artemas

“I told you not to put this movie on, Woo. It’s way too scary,” you complained whinily into your best friend’s shoulder, shielding your eyes from the suspenseful scene playing out on the laptop sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Mingi was the one who wanted to watch it, you know,” Wooyoung chided, causally wrapping his arm around your shoulders, rubbing your bare arm up and down in a comforting manner.

“Well, Mingi’s passed out.” Pouting, you pointed to your other friend that was curled up underneath the comforter beside you, his eyes shut. “He’s not even watching, so what’s the point?”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “Come on, Y/N. Don’t be a pussy.” His cold fingers made their way down to your waist to squeeze at it, making you jump from the sudden contact. “Oh, I see….Do you think the monster’s gonna get ya?”

“Shut up, Wooyoung!” you whisper-shouted, as to not wake up Mingi. You pushed on his chest, feeling his heart beat quickly against your hand. Was it racing like yours was? And, when did he get so close to you? His hand was already running up and down the bare skin of your thigh, causing your thin shorts to ride up more and more, but you didn’t have the nerve to confront him about it. Your pout grew. “I’m really scared, okay?”

“Oh, you poor baby,” Wooyoung cooed softly into your ear, his words laced with faux pity, his sharpened gaze focused solely on your blushing face. “Do you want me to help you, Y/N? Distract you from the scary movie?”

“Y-yes, please…”

You didn’t know what you were getting into, but you trusted that Wooyoung had your best interest in mind. It was then that he gently coaxed you further into his arms, lying comfortably against him as you faced the laptop screen once again. Goosebumps began to spread across your limbs from underneath the warm comforter, but it wasn’t from the frightening movie — it was from Wooyoung’s hand slipping underneath your shorts, his slender fingers rubbing at your pulsing cunt through your panties.

“W-Wooyoung…” you croaked weakly, your face and body growing so hot, you could pass out. Friends didn’t do this sort of thing, did they?

“Shhhh, baby, just look at the screen…yeah, just like that…” he sighed softly, his warm breath fanning over your neck, now concentrating on the way your tank top clung to your softness of your tits, how your nipples grew hard enough to poke through the thin material, groaning when he found your clit through your panties, rubbing at it in slow, small circles.

“B-but we’re friends, Woo…” You made a sad attempt at pushing his hand away, the moral debate you were having internally slowly fizzling away the longer Wooyoung touched you.

“Isn’t this what friends are for?” Wooyoung persisted, pulling your panties to the side just in time for his fingers to dip in between your soaked folds. “And, fuck, you’re so wet right now, Y/N. It feels good, doesn’t it? What’s so wrong with that, baby?”

“But, nnngh…Mingi’s right next to us…” You began to melt into Wooyoung’s arms and the soft mattress below you, unable to resist spreading your legs out for him, your thigh even resting against Mingi’s, not noticing when it shifted just as two of Wooyoung’s digits slipped inside you.

Licking at his lips, Wooyoung then pressed them onto your cheek, egging you on in a low voice, “Then, tell me to stop, baby.” He began to fuck his fingers into you at a fast pace, your walls clenching around them. “Right now. Say it.” Now, he was relentlessly rubbing his thumb into your clit with his free hand, still working your cunt, hooking his digits against the spot that made you spasm, your body growing warmer and heavier. When you pouted up at him and whined, he simply mirrored your helpless expression. “What’s the matter, baby? Hm?”

“Oh– fuck, right there…” you moaned out, not even attempting to look at the laptop screen in front of you, instead solely focused on your best friend beside you, so desperate to cum, you began to roll your hips down every time his fingers plunged into you.

“Yeah? You’re feeling really good now, aren’t you, Y/N? Now that you’re nice and full? Just look at you, baby…You can’t help but fuck yourself dumb on my fingers, huh?” Wooyoung looked like the monster from the movie now, eyes full of hunger, like he was ready to eat you up.

“Uh-huh, uh-huhhh…” Just as your sounds of pleasure began to crescendo, your mind growing cloudier by the second, pulling at the sheets below you because you were right there, Wooyoung ceased his movement completely, leaving you high and dry. “No, please, don’t stop, please…!”

Wooyoung gave you a look of indifference, much like a cat that suddenly wasn’t interested in playtime anymore. “Show me your tits. Maybe then I’ll make you cum.”

Desperate for your best friend’s attention and touch, you slowly rolled your tank top up until your tits spilled out, tears pricking at your eyes. How did you get here? Why did Wooyoung’s dark gaze outweigh the paralyzing shame you felt? Or is that what made you wet? The way you were slutting yourself out for your best friend while the other was sleeping right next to you? “Please make me cum, Y-Youngie…”

“Fuck, you’re so cute, come here.” Now, Wooyoung was on top of you, leaving as much as his saliva on your tits as possible, squeezing one when he was noisily sucking on the other, his dilated eyes never leaving your teary ones. “Can I fuck you, Y/N? I’ll make you cum, I promise…I need to be inside you, baby, please, you’re so fucking hot…” Desperate for release, Wooyoung lowered his sweatpants until his heavy cock dropped onto your bare cunt, rubbing himself along it, making your mind grow that much more empty. “Just the tip, okay? That’s okay, yeah?”

Before you knew it, you were nodding, and just like that, he was inside you, your best friend, using you like a cocksleeve. Wooyoung was ramming his cock into your cunt like he was trying to knock you up. “That’s a good slut, fuckkk, taking me so well,” You tried to moan, to speak, to say anything, but you couldn’t, not with the way his tongue suddenly went down your throat.

All you could do was cling onto Wooyoung, your nails digging into his skin when it felt like the tip of his cock was pounding into your cervix, almost growing dizzy. When you heard your best friend groaning about how he was about to fuck you full of his cum, you gasped, unable to talk, short, broken moans being punched out of you each time Wooyoung slammed himself into you, your thighs hooking around his waist once his hot load began to pour into you. It was then that you turned your head just in time to realize Mingi was watching you intently, his plush lips parted just enough to let drool slip past, catching onto the way that something was moving rapidly underneath the comforter somewhere near his abdomen.

“Told you she would put out, didn’t I, Min?” Wooyoung mused smugly, fucking you through the orgasm that tore through your used body, using your bruised hips like handlebars as he did so.

“You were so right, Woo, so, so right,” Mingi sighed out, tossing his head back into the pillow behind him, leaving a few watery cumshots on the inside of your comforter and his hand.

You didn’t know if you wanted to cry or to cum again, instead just trying to catch your breath, hiding your face underneath one of your wrists, at least until Wooyoung pulled it down and made you look at the both of them.

“You’ll let Mingi have a turn, won’t you, Y/N? It’s only fair, right?”

Mingi nodded in agreement, before leaning in, licking across his teeth. “Having my cock inside your little used cunt next will make another good ‘distraction’, don’t you think?”

Even though the credits were rolling on the laptop behind them, the monsters hadn’t left. They were right there in front of you, waiting for your permission to ravage you. You couldn’t help but nod. They were your best friends, after all.

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