Damn This Is So Hot Im Literally So Red In The Face

Damn this is so hot I’m literally so red in the face 😩🥵🫣🤤

HOST REQUESTED: Yang Jeongin

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HOST PROFILE 🔸Name: Yang Jeongin 🔸Attracts: "Suppressed bad boy" enthusiasts 🔸Characteristics: Feigns decency. Will fuck you up. [Needs revision: Sorry, force of habit. This is actually accurate. -Chris] 🔸Why patrons love him: They lose their minds watching him turn into the Hulk on demand.

THRILL RIDE

📜4.3K words | Approx. 18-min. read 🖤I.N x Reader 🚨Please see the series masterlist for general warnings: Roleplaying, knife play, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, corruption kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, multiple/forced orgasms, vaginal fingering, sex toys, anal stimulation (f receiving), squirting, oral sex, cumplay, creampie, unprotected sex. 📻Accompanying soundtrack 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🍮Like my content? Consider supporting my work with a pudding!

“What do you even like about it so much?” you questioned your friend with creased brows, “Like, you’re actually paying someone to treat you that way?”

“Trust me, it’s so much fun! It’s the thrill of it that makes it so exciting,” she continued with sparkling eyes as if she was trying to sell you something in a pyramid scheme, “They are professionals, so they really know what they’re doing. It’s completely safe.”

Madison had always been sorta wild for your taste, but then again, it was thanks to her you had discovered the fascinating world of adult self-satisfaction devices. When you told her she should dedicate a YouTube channel for toy reviews, she burst out laughing, but you most certainly were not kidding. That woman was forensically thorough when it came to her pleasure.

Now that her boyfriend was out of town, you finally got together for a wine-ridden girl’s night in her spacious living room, and she was telling you all about some host club she used to visit as frequently as she could. Apparently, there was this guy she was obsessed with solely because he was ‘from the South’ and she swore nobody ever made her cum that hard in her entire life.

You did hear rumors about those crude, possessive, macho dudes who were for sure gangbanging with all the crime going on down there, and it was appalling Madison would find such a person sexy in the first place. Then she explained in excruciating detail that while the being from the South part was actually true, the rest was all an act as one of the services offered there. According to her, anything one could possibly fantasize about did come alive in that club, and the customer satisfaction rate was through the roof. She insisted it was a life-changing experience everyone had to go through at least once.

“I don’t know, Mads,” you looked at her, still not fully convinced by her arguments, “I mean it does sound fun and all but—”

“Tell you what, you go instead of me this year,” she interrupted you all of a sudden, “See for yourself.”

“Why the fuck do you even have an appointment?” you immediately chastised her, “You have a boyfriend now!”

“Stop the judging, bitch, I forgot I made one! It was months ago,” she threw her arms to the side and continued with her defense, “Let’s be real, with my luck, none of us expected I would be dating, not to mention around this time of the year. It’s super hard to book them as it is; of course I was going to make an appointment for Valentine’s Day of all times.”

Ugh, Valentine’s Day. The number one excuse for all the committed bitches of the world to Insta-declare they seemingly had someone who cared for them. How come there wasn’t some internationally recognized day dedicated to people who were single and liked it that way? How come black wasn’t the official color of that day as opposed to the headache-inducing reds and pinks, and how come people didn’t gift each other body pillows, masturbatory aids, or some shit like that on this high holiday?

“You have to admit, spending one no-strings-attached night with guaranteed satisfaction sounds much better than hanging out by yourself,” Madison refilled both your glasses to the brim, “It’s yours if you want it.”

You took a minute to genuinely think about it. The prospect of indulging in some roleplaying with a good-looking guy where he went simp-level possessive on your ass over a nice dinner, fancy drinks, and allegedly out-of-this-world sex? Who the fuck didn’t like being desired to that extent no matter how make-believe? Or with the reassurance of knowing it was make-believe for that matter. The alternative was another alone night probably with some Häagen-Dazs accompanying you, so in all seriousness, what was the harm in getting railed flat as a stress reliever? You could consider it a spa day for all you cared.

“Fine, screw it. I’m in.”

Madison asked for some really eccentric information from you to provide to this club. Standard procedure, she called it. They had to know as much about your likes and dislikes as possible to be able to provide you with an unforgettable night. Your taste in food, in music, in drinks, in sex… Literally all the way down to what made you cum the hardest and your hard-no’s if applicable.

And several weeks later, the moment of truth finally arrived.

When you walked into the club, you were welcomed by a really expensive-looking man clad in an elegant suit, the green highlights in his charcoal hair so dark they were only visible under direct light, pretty hands, delicate jewelry—an overall fine-ass gentleman. Considering how Madison wouldn’t shut up about him, it surprised you, to say the least.

“I was told my patron changed for tonight, but I wasn’t expecting such a beautiful princess,” he greeted you by kissing your hand, “My name is Jeongin. Thank you for giving me the honor of hosting you tonight.”

“My uh– My pleasure. I think.”

This was the notorious Southerner? Jeongin looked anything but violent, and actually seemed like a pretty decent man judging from how his manners were fully intact. Yet, he was supposed to be this amazing host who thrilled people out of their minds? As you followed him into a hall that harbored eight rooms, you let out somewhat of a derisive chuckle. 

You didn’t know it right then, but you were going to regret that so damn bad very soon. His fox-like features should have been your first clue about how deliciously dangerous he could get.

The dinner itself was pretty much uneventful, but you couldn’t help observing something. This man didn’t look a day older than maybe twenty-three, but he was courting you old-school. Very intent listener, slipping discreet odes to your beauty, your charms, and your sex appeal, at your beck and call whenever you needed something. He kept calling you princess, but that wasn’t some empty address; he was actually treating you like one. You thought the gentlemanly shenanigans were going to be corny, but even though you wouldn’t admit it out loud, you realized you were very much enjoying the company of this old soul.

Once the dinner was over, Jeongin carefully wiped his mouth with a linen napkin and walked towards the little bar behind him harboring all kinds of drinks. He dexterously grabbed two scotch glasses with a single hand, and when you noticed what he was pouring into them, you almost lost your fucking mind.

“No fucking way is that… Is that The Macallan Fine and Rare?!”

“The 60-year-old bottle in the flesh,” he launched his dimples in delight, “You know your scotch, huh?”

“That only sells in auctions for millions of dollars!”

“I know,” he handed you your glass and extended his for a toast, “Cheers, princess.”

You couldn’t avert your eyes from him when the glasses clinked, a stunned smile still in one piece on your lips. Call it the rush of the moment, but you downed the entire glass when you knew full well you were supposed to savor it. Jeongin cocked a brow and watched you with complete fascination as if he was spellbound by you.

“You should know, I really like it when my girl knows how to handle her liquor,” he sat back down diagonal to you this time, the smooth fabric of his slacks brushing against your bare legs, “It does things to me.”

You were handed a key for tonight. If you wanted the night to run its usual course, you were supposed to just go with it, but if you ever wanted to ‘wake him up’ and opt for the fast lane, you were told to do one thing and one thing only.

Talk back.

And being an incorrigible cat person, the curiosity eventually started to eat you alive.

“Your girl,” you emphasized, seemingly unamused.

“Yes.”

“Is that what you call people even when you’re not an item?”

On the outside, nothing changed, but you watched the blinds in his eyes close in an instant as if he was telling the passersby to mind their own business, and that he needed privacy.

…with his girl.

“It’s despicable for a man not to have eyes for only one woman,” he refilled your glass unbothered, “And as you will also agree by the end of tonight, I’m the only man you’ll ever need.”

He closed the cap of the bottle with unrushed movements and served your drink. You knew he was waking up because the tone of his voice went down half an octave lower.

“You’re mine for however long we have together, princess. And I’m yours.”

Fast lane. It sure as hell felt a lot more thrilling than the carpool lane you had been driving on for years.

“So um—” you cleared your throat to gather your thoughts, “I hear you’re from the South.”

“Correct.”

“Are the rumors about Southern guys true?”

“Such as?”

You brushed your thumb on your glass while thinking about how to play your cards right.

“Such as being very passionate lovers.”

“Is that your fancy way of saying they fuck like a beast, princess?”

That was so direct that it immediately caused something to flare in your gut. You were beginning to understand why you answered a bunch of questions related to speech patterns for the sake of customizing the experience.

This could be very enjoyable, after all, huh?

“Yeah, that’s what I mean.”

“Yes, it’s true,” Jeongin leisurely answered, “We take pride in satisfying our girls into a comatose state.”

Oh, good god what the fuck are you doing to me?

“Also um… You know…” you avoided his gaze to be able to think properly, “They say that uh– a Southern guy is– is a very skilled marksman by default.”

He softly chuckled while taking a sip from his drink, eyes intently on your every move.

“Are you trying to ask me whether I’m affiliated with a gang or not?”

“Well, are you?”

He put his glass down and grabbed something from the inside pocket of his blazer. He flipped open the black matte butterfly knife with a serpent emblem on it way too skillfully for his own good and placed it on the table.

“You shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to,” he subtly warned you, “But they used to call me ‘Top Don’ for a reason.”

“Top… Top Dom?”

“Don,” he emphatically corrected your mistake and broke into an entertained smile, “But your thing also works for other reasons.”

Jeongin grabbed his knife and got up to his feet to make his way behind your chair. You felt the thousand-degree heat emitting from his body, carrying the tobacco vanilla notes of his perfume to your nostrils, intoxicating you faster than the scotch in your hand. Nuanced, rich, extremely classy, dripping with sexiness. He smelled like the absolute high of a power trip.

“Tell me something,” he breathily whispered into your ear, “Who gave you the right to be this beautiful?”

Your eyes closed on their own, leaning into his irresistible invitation written in fancy cursive letters sealed with a kiss.

“I’m– I’m not—”

“Are you saying I’m lying?” the back of his fingers softly brushed against your neck, “Are you saying you’re not trying to seduce me?”

“I’m—”

“You came here to entice me in the first place, didn’t you?” he placed the softest of kisses on your sensitive skin, “You came here to test me. To see how long I can resist you.”

What the actual fuck kinda black magic was this man practicing? They were just words. Just mere words and barely-there touches on your skin, but you were burning up like you spiked an acute onset fever.

“Yes.”

“Are you enjoying it?” he asked, notes of impatience growing louder in his voice, “Do you like watching me lose my fucking mind over you?”

You smiled. You smiled like you heard the most satisfying thing ever. That one simple sentence rubbed your ego so hard that it wouldn’t be surprising if you came all over his pride.

“Very much.”

“Then change of plans. You’re at my mercy tonight,” you heard the rapid swish of the knife being flipped open once again in your left ear, “My girl doesn’t speak unless spoken to and does exactly as she’s told. Understand?”

Talk about a plot twist. A temptingly dangerous plot twist you were on pins and needles for. You gulped thickly while nodding. 

“Very good.”

Normal people would have a sense of foreboding when they found themselves in such a situation maybe, but you didn’t possess a shred of it. You instinctively shivered when you felt the cold blade traveling on your shoulder, and it was tickling you with anticipation. You were ready. You were ready for whatever he had in store for you.

“Shh, behave, princess, and I won’t hurt you,” he spoke with a beguiling sense of comfort on his lips, “We’re gonna have so much fun. All…”

Swish.

“...night…”

Swish.

“...long.”

Swish.

You felt the cold metal migrating to your shoulder and Jeongin cutting the straps of your dress with every word he uttered to expose your chest.

“That’s more like it,” he gaped at you let out a satisfied exhale, “I like seeing my girl in full glory.”

Still standing behind you, he gently pressed your head against his pecs for you to lean back. The sight of your hardening nipples was making him drool so much that Jeongin was going to die if he couldn’t feel them under his palms.

“Look how perfect these are, my god,” he dragged the blade in between your perky breasts, “May I touch them?”

He wasn’t actually asking for permission. He was daring you to say no. If you weren’t that aroused, you would refuse him maybe, but you were craving his touch, as well. You nodded.

And he felt his sanity disappear once he started fondling them.

“Rise.”

You stood up as if you were in a trance. Jeongin kneeled in front of you to softly kiss your thighs and slid your dress up to your waist. He could see it. He could see the moist stain on your lingerie perfectly. It was a shame he was going to render it unwearable, but it would make such a perfect gag for you. He cut the waistband of your underwear from both sides and placed an almost chaste kiss on your pussy.

“Put one leg on the chair, princess.”

When you did as he said and placed your left leg on the chair, it allowed Jeongin perfect access to your pulsating slit. He sneaked his hand to grab your ass and provide you with support, pinning you in your place at the same time. His right hand spread your slick all over your pussy and his middle and ring fingers deliciously teased your entrance before disappearing into you completely with an obscene squelch. You could feel how thick your walls were with arousal and when he finally started moving, all that echoed in the room was the sloppy sounds coming from your dripping cunt. You heaved a very deep sigh out of contentment.

“Fuck…”

“Listen. Listen to this,” he pressed his forehead against yours, “You’re so fucking wet already it makes me wanna lick you dry.”

“I fucking love the way you move,” you tightly held onto his shoulders, “Don’t– don’t stop.”

He started fingering you much faster, his palm stimulating your clit at the same time. The buildup was simply electric and the spot he was rubbing inside you felt like you were getting licked inside.

“Jeongin…”

“Clench,” he firmly ordered you, “Release and clench.”

When you did as you were told, you basically squeezed his slender fingers, instantaneously surging the pressure inside you. 

“Keep going, princess. I’m gonna make you squirt. Clench.”

“Jeongin.”

“Clench.”

“Fuck!!!”

You sank your fingertips deep into his strong arms as you spasmed violently, drenching his entire hand with your juices. He seemed very pleased by the chaos he managed to induce.

“No manners. Mess all over,” he scraped the cum dripping down your thigh with his finger, “You’re exactly my type.”

You were barely able to stand, your body completely limp with intense relaxation. You attempted to kiss him, but Jeongin stopped you.

“Patience,” he licked his fingers while staring at you, “You taste fucking incredible. So savory, too. Mind if I cleanse my palate with you?”

All those questions were rhetorical, of course. He was just telling you what he was about to do to you. He swept you off your feet quite literally when he lifted you up and sat you down on the table. You watched Jeongin sit down in your chair and lay you down in front of him like a feast. He pressed his thumbs on your still-contracting lips and spread them apart, salivating over the gloss covering you.

That long stripe of his tongue starting from your entrance, smearing your cum all over your cunt. The way he wrapped his lips around your swollen clit. The mellow sucks he gave you while swirling his tongue around it. His pleased moans against your folds. The teasing. The fucking incessant teasing of that sensitive cluster of nerves, building you up, tightening the coil inside you more and more and more just to loosen it again instead of snapping you. Only when Jeongin decided you were flowing a river for him to properly quench his thirst did he show mercy, and quickened his licks on your clit way faster to make you violently arch your back for him. When the tremors of your orgasm receded, you were diminished into a puddle.

“Now we make out,” he grabbed your wrists to pull you closer to his body.

Sloppy kisses after making you cum all over his mouth? This man sure had taste. You may have just climaxed, but the things Jeongin decided to do to you were keeping you in a constant state of arousal. It was so wet on his swollen lips. So tasty. You could kiss him for an entire hour straight if he let you. It was so not fair he was still fully hidden under layers of fabric while you looked like a half-opened present. You slid yourself off the table and straddled his lap while devouring his lips, finally feeling his bulge straining his tight slacks between your legs. As his large hands kept fondling your ass, you impatiently rid him of his blazer and ripped his shirt open. Your need for each other got so out of hand that Jeongin suddenly lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom, kissing your face off all the way there.

You had never fucked a guy this hungry before.

The moment his legs hit the edge of the bed, he laid you down and hovered over you. You proceeded to strip each other fully naked, drooling over one another, burning up, overcome with the urge to set that goddamn place on fire. You watched Jeongin reach for a drawer and grab a bunch of aids to try on you.

“Like I said,” he descended between your legs and aligned a large, pink, curved vibrator with your entrance, “Until you’re comatose with pleasure.”

He started fucking you with it first before turning it on to spread the vibrations from your g-spot to the rest of your body. You were just about to get used to the rhythm when you felt the additional buzzing on your clit caused by a little bullet vibrator. You couldn’t stop moaning, tugging at your own locks by how overwhelmed you were with gratification. When you least expected it, he discarded the bullet to the side and started licking your clit himself. Jeongin was about to drive you clinically insane, alerting every single neuron of pleasure in your body.

“Stop,” you clawed his shoulders, “Please, I ca– Oh, god!”

“No.”

“Please. Too– Too much.”

“It’s only too much when I say it’s too much.”

“Please!”

“Don’t lie to me. I can see you dripping. You want this.”

He kept munching on your clit as hungrily as ever and when he made you cum again, you were flat out sobbing this time. You were so wet with a mixture of your own arousal and his saliva that you had probably drenched the sheets all the way down to the mattress. 

“Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay. I know it feels too good. I know.”

Jeongin climbed on top of you to wipe your tears, and soothed you with soft kisses all over your skin. When you finally calmed down, he returned to where he belonged and pushed your legs back to expose your entrance for himself.

“This gorgeous ass deserves some love, too,” he massaged your cheeks with his firm grip, “Fucking god, look at you. You soaked yourself all the way down to your asshole.”

He slurped on your excess juices and grabbed something that looked like a little steel ball. Considering the grip at the end of it and how it vibrated, it looked like a butt plug. You involuntarily flinched.

“It’s alright, princess. I’ll properly prep you, I promise,” he kissed your ass, “I’ll make it feel so good you’ll want me to fuck you right here.”

Jeongin laser-focused on your cunt first. He gently pressed the little vibrating ball on your folds and dragged it up to your clit and down to your entrance to bathe it in your juices. That teasing went on for quite a while. A long while. Until you were oozing for him again and you started flinching every time you felt the vibration against your entrance.

“Not. Not there. Down. A lit– Little more. Just–”

“Ask nicely, my beautiful princess.”

“Please, f– Please.”

“Please what?”

You grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, writhing under him to escape from the sensitivity.

“Fuck me!!!”

“You sure you want it?” he asked knowing damn well you’d say yes to anything for the overstimulation to stop, “You sure you want it inside this perfect ass?”

“Y-yes.”

“Say it,” he grazed his teeth on the supple skin of your hips, “Say you want me to fuck you in the ass.”

“Please,” you started sobbing again, “Please.”

Ever the merciful man, Jeongin slowly dragged the vibrating plug down your ass and started fucking you with it very very gently with very shallow thrusts, just to watch the little sphere disappear into your hole. Even pushing it halfway like that was enough to make him lose his mind over you all over again. It was gliding perfectly in and out of you with how wet you were. Never in a million years would you think you’d feel that good with a plug, but paired with Jeongin’s heavy makeout session with your clit…

Holy fucking shit.

“Give yourself some credit, princess. You’ve been spectacular so far,” he paid you a much-deserved compliment, “But you’re just so fucking pretty when you cum crying.”

He placed the bullet vibrator inside your cunt, kept fucking your ass with unrushed pumps with the plug, and dragged his tongue all over your clit at the same time. Out of pure instinct, you licked your fingers and rubbed your own nipples, pinching them every once in a while to drive yourself crazy, imagining there were multiple Jeongins stimulating you everywhere.

“Fuck, I’m— Jeongin, jus— Gonna cum. Cumming. Cumming! Fuck!!!”

Your orgasm was so explosive this time around that a piercing scream ripped from your throat, making your own ears ring.

“Amazing,” Jeongin kissed your pussy and finally stopped to let you breathe, “You’re amazing. You’re simply incredible.”

You were fucking ruined by then, but he was just getting started with you. With your eyes barely open, you watched him stand up on his knees and gave a few pumps to his flushed, leaking cock.

“Your turn to please me now,” he pressed his tip against your sodden cunt, “I’ll do all the work. You’re just gonna sit there and take it while I hit that.”

He started fucking you with languid thrusts, thinking he could manage to keep it at cruising speed, but he was so pent up by then that his pace rapidly morphed into drill mode. The second the curvature of his cock hit your g-spot, he started going even harder, panting and sweating over your body. The pressure was simply unbearable at that point and your vision was slowly turning white.

“Jeongin, please,” you whimpered, “Can’t— can’t take any more. please!!!”

“Say the magic word,” he mercilessly pounded into you, breathing way too labored, “Say you want me to cream you.”

“Just… Please. Just– Just–”

“I said say it.”

“Fucking cream me!!!”

Jeongin instantly pulled out upon your words and came all over your clit with deep animalistic groans, creaming you just like you asked him to. Then he dragged his cock on his thick cum just to fuck it back into you, still loudly moaning with each push. Deeper. And deeper. And deeper until he rode out the last drop of his high. When he finally stopped, you were absolutely spent, just the mere shell of the person you were before.

The second he gathered his wits back, Jeongin immediately started soothing your sore muscles with a massage. He was drowning you in kisses, but you were feeling yourself getting revived, finally getting your sanity back.

“Another thing you should know about Southern guys,” he pecked your lips lovingly, “We know how to take care of our girls afterwards really well.” 

You were super fucked out, but you still smiled at him contently, “I seriously don’t think you can take care of me any more than this.”

“You’ll change your mind when I fuck the stress out of you for good in the hot tub, princess,” Jeongin brushed your hair back and kissed your forehead, “I told you. All night long.”

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˗ˏˋ description ˎˊ˗ yn likes three things: their friends, discounts, and the anonymous 3racha podcast provided by three random strangers on campus. especially j.one has won their heart in whatever parasocial relationship yn has found themselves in. this peaceful life is interrupted when a misunderstanding ensues - resulting in... what exactly? all yn knows is that they need to avoid jisung at all costs, all while their friends have other plans in mind.

˗ˏˋ tags ˎˊ˗ enemies idiots to lovers, coffee shop! au (somewhat), fluff, pining (if you can call it that;; they're just both stupid), comedy, crack, they’re idiots and i love them; ! minors + ageless blogs dni

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♡ introduction.

♡ c.one: let's do this.

♡ c.two: my condolences, you big baby. [written]

♡ c.three: well, can you prove it?

♡ c.four: this is so awkward

♡ c.five: boyfriend for sale who wants him

♡ c.six: i will break your kneecaps

♡ c.seven: YOU said it, not me

♡ c.eight: coffee thing? [written]

♡ c.eight.one: the date. [bonus; written]

♡ c.nine: is binnie jealous?

♡ c.ten: there is no way. [half smau; half written]

♡ epilogue

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📓Installment 3/7, Explicit, Ongoing 🖤Bang Chan x Reader · Lee Know x Reader · Changbin x Reader · Hyunjin x Reader · HAN x Reader · Felix x Reader · Seungmin x Reader · I.N x Reader 🪐Sex Work AU 🏷️Smut 🚨Reader Discretion Advised: Explicit sexual content, mention of various kinks mostly revolving around roleplaying, strong language.

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Hwang Hyunjin messes with your head, unknowingly, for over a month. Until you can’t take it anymore.

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Growing up with Chris Bang as your best friend had it’s perks - a permanent bodyguard, a shoulder to cry on… and seven other boys who also became your best friends as you grew up together.

Week in, week out, your routine stayed the same. Study, go to class and patiently wait to attend your regular Friday evening home cooked meal with your friends. You just couldn’t wait to graduate and start working, to rid yourself of exams and finally start earning some proper money like the boys.

Desperate to put some light back into your mundane, studious life, Chris forces you to start blind dating. Two miserable dates down and ready to murder the man, someone completely unexpected appears and makes a mess of your orderly life.

And a mess he does make.

|fake dating|friends to lovers|slow burn|non idol au

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CHAPTER ONE 

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHAPTER THIRTY -> THE WEDDING (extra chapter) - coming soon

Sparky's ♡StrayKids Class♡ series

Hello ♡ I'm excited (and nervous) to announce the release of my new series! These are my current ideas and they may change in the future, so feel free to request anything, plot-wise! Thank you for being here ♡

Bang Chan

♡ Chan's Social Butterfly Class ♡

[You're a shy bean. Your boyfriend's not. What happens when you have your grad school orientation coming soon? Chan offers to help teach you some socializing skills - and it happens during sex because you're the best girl who listens so well while he fucks you.]

Lee Know

♡ Minho's Baking Class ♡

[Unlike your boyfriend, you're the worst in the kitchen. And the patience required for baking? That's also something you definitely have zero tolerance for. But what happens when Minho insists on teaching you how to bake? Or in other words, Minho teaches you about patience by incorporating hands-on baking activities while he has his cock in you.]

Changbin

♡ Changbin's Driving Class ♡

[You're a passenger princess. Always are, always will be. But due to your recent work relocation, you need to learn how to drive. Your friend Changbin is available and he's a fairly patient guy, so what bad thing could happen, right? Nothing bad at all, of course. Just a little out of the norm because this man bends you over the hood of the car and fucks you until you answer all his driving-related questions right. Nothing bad, right?]

Hyunjin

♡ Hyunjin's Painting Class ♡

[Hyunjin isn't the best at teaching. He's good at following instructions but teaching someone, even if it's on something he's good at, is a challenge. But when you come to him, all nervous and panicky because you somehow got tangled into a web of lies that you can paint, he can't say no, can he? And the best way to teach someone is to get to know them first, right? Hyunjin does that while he whispers the painting techniques he uses and models them with brushes of his fingertips on your body.]

Han Jisung

♡ Jisung's Cafe Hopping Class ♡

[Jisung is 50% homebody, 50% go-to-trendy-cafes-body. You, his best friend, is 99% a homebody and Jisung is determined to make you get out from your room and have some fresh air while also experiencing the art of cafe hopping. Somehow, the both of you end up in a sex cafe. You never thought you'd have Jisung's dick deep inside you, stretching you out, at a public place, nonetheless. But even if it's unplanned, participating is part of the class experience, no? Whether or not Jisung purposely brought you there is still up for debate.]

Felix

♡ Felix' MUA Class ♡

[You promised your mom you'd go on a blind date. Nervous, you ask your online friend to help with your makeup. What you didn't expect is for him to be your blind date. And what's more unexpected is that Felix has such a nice dick that you don't mind crying over and ruining your makeup as he fucks into you. In other words, Felix teaches you what to do and what to not do while having makeup on. And he prefers doing the things you shouldn't.]

Seungmin

♡ Seungmin's Creative Writing Class ♡

[You're the worst at writing. Public speaking is a piece of cake for you but writing - especially creative writing - is your biggest downfall. But there's this one compulsory creative writing class that you have to pass and the only person you can seek help from is your roomate, Seungmin. This is where you realise that Seungmin is a good teacher. He has his own methods - making you write and be descriptive about things that are happening to you. It just so happens that the things in question is him sinking his hard cock inside you.]

I.N

♡ I.N's Couture Class ♡

[Jeongin is the OOTD king. Everyone knows that. So, he's the perfect person to go to when you need help with your fashion choices. Being close friends, you don't mind him seeing you in your underwear. But as sweet as Jeongin is, he's still a man with needs and that is the moment when he teaches you both fashion and mindfulness. It's also when he teaches you which outfits to wear that's easier for him to just bend over and fuck you.]

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All fics are fictional and in no way are representations of Stray Kids. The fics will contain smut, so minors please DNI. All sexual acts depicted are consensual and appropriate warnings will be included in the notes. The author appreciates comments and feedback, so feel free to drop by and talk about the fics ♡