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Try Harder . : . Chris Bang .:. 10/02/24

Genre : Smut Pairing : Bangchan x Fem!Reader Warnings : Biting, scratching, rough sex, Dom!Chris, pining, etc. Word Count : 2.3K

Kinktober Day 1 of 10 : Biting/Scratching w/ Bangchan

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ You'd known Felix for a long while. He was a close friend from your senior year of high school but after he'd grown to become an idol and gone through training, your relationship dwindled a bit. It was only after the training period that your relationship began to rebuild itself - his free time more often and his days spent working simply when he wanted to and had the time. Otherwise, he was often with you at your apartment or at a cafe by your side. People often assumed the two of you were an item - but it was actually quite the opposite.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Felix had his eyes on someone else, and you - well, you had your gaze set on a man you often worked with for your job, and a man Felix knew almost too well. He teased you often about your ever-dwelling crush on the leader of his group, your cheeks pink when the older man leaned in to let you touch up his foundation or to line his lips more precise. He let you do your job and you let him do his - but it wasn't just his looks that drew you in. It was his patience, kind nature, and gentle touch whenever he asked to do his own eyeliner for practice. The way he held the pencil in between two veiny fingers, knuckles knobbed and wide and -- You were so incredibly lucky to land a job as a makeup artist for the idols under JYPE.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Felix knew well of your admiration for the man. Which is why he invited you to a party to set you up with him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Now, you have to understand. Felix knew of your admiration for Chris - but he also knew of your... well, kinks, to put it frank. He knew you were a girl who like someone more dominant, someone who could toss you around a little and treat you like a toy in the bedroom. He knew you preferred to be with someone who could so easily take the lead in the bedroom. Someone rough, aggressive, excited. And to you, Chris wasn't that. So your admiration for him, while of course romantic, was less sexual. You thought that if the two of you were to ever possibly pursue a relationship, you'd have to let those fantasies go of him pushing you around and making you submit.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Felix invited you to the party under the preset that he wanted to introduce you properly to a close friend of his that he knew could satisfy your needs in the bedroom. He spoke that this guy could absolutely give you everything you dreamed of - and when he mentioned this, you thought he might be talking about Minho. You knew they were close, that he cared for Felix, but that he also had a hard outer shell and seemed more.. intense. And you were of course very wrong.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Felix lead you up to Chris with a smile. The older of the two smiled to you, eyes briefly wandering your form to take in your costume before flickering to Felix. The two bicker and Felix just giggles in the end, gesturing to you with a beaming expression. He properly introduces you and you -- God, you just stand there stunned. Chris isn't sure why at first, thinking maybe it was just you being a bit shy in front of an idol. Chris was the man Felix thought could satisfy you in the bedroom? There was no way -- He was too gentle, too kind.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ You'd held doubt, you can't lie. But even so, you found yourself talking to Chris for hours into the party. He made you a drink, sat with you on the sofa in the living room and listened to you talk about how you managed to land a job working for JYPE. And he sat, staring with dark eyes, at the costume you sat in - hugging your curves, sitting tight to your skin. He can't help the way his eyes begin to wander over you. Not that they hadn't done that before.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ You lift your eyes to meet his after sipping from your drink only to find him shifting beside you. Chris had slung an arm over the back of the couch so it laid behind you where you sat, his body naturally reclining back into the corner of the sofa. His thighs part comfortably and your eyes drop, looking at the way the black pants he wear fit so snug to every muscle he'd worked so hard for; something akin to the pants he wears on stage. (And sometimes rips.)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ His brow cocks at the sight of you staring down to his lap. "See something you like?" He quips, voice coming from his throat in a low hum. Chris lets his head tip and you finally snap back to your senses. Your body trembles as you look up, a shiver of desire wracking your spine. "Hm?" He hums again, plush lips pulling into a knowing smirk.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "I'm.. very attracted to you." You finally murmur, thumb swiping over the back of your hand in a nervous gesture. It makes him chuckle, finding your shy confession quite cute. "And I've been attracted to you for a while, if I'm honest. Maybe that makes me a bad employee."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "No; No." He's quick to shake his head. "Nothing makes you a bad employee, angel. You're perfect. And I mean that." Sitting up from the corner and leaning in a bit closer, his eyes wander over your expression out of curiosity. "And Felix let me in on a little secret the other day."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ You stare, eyes widening as he leans in closer to you. A secret --? Had he told Chris about your feelings before you had the chance to confess? "Told me," he starts in a softer tone, "that you're interested in finding someone who can take care of you. And that you don't think I can do that."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "Well - yes. That's what everyone wants, right? It's not that I --... I'm sure you're a wonderful man, Chris. I mean I know you are. I just need someone to take care of me in a way that I --"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "Are you doubting me?"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The soft squeeze of his hand around your throat is enough to make you melt in his palm. His fingertips dig into your skin, grasping harder at your neck until you're leaning into him so he can whisper, "I can take care of you, angel."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ It's less than five minutes later that the sofa is empty, your drinks are abandoned on the coffee table, and Chris is walking down the hallway with your body slung over a broad shoulder. Felix peeks from the kitchen with a knowing grin, waving goodbye to you as you whine out in reply.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Your back hits the mattress with a squeak of the springs, the mattress bouncing under your weight until you're settled. Chris wastes no time in crawling over your form, planting himself between your thighs and sighing out as he leans down to finally kiss you. His lips are warm, soft as expected. He takes care of himself outside of work. He has to.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ His hands are gentle at first, until you realize - he's a bit greedy. The way his fingers curl into your hair to pull you close to him; or the way his body presses down so he can be flush against your front. You can feel the way his cock hardens in his jeans the more he kisses you, tongue entwined with yours and plush lips dragging over your own before they detach. He kisses down the expanse of your neck until he's breathing out against your skin in admiration, sucking and biting down on the skin to leave mark after mark.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥The touch of his lips isn't enough to distract you from his hands, however. He's eager with his movements, one hand tangled in your hair to keep your head locked back for him so he can have access to your neck while the other glides down your body - settling in between your legs. It's the only time he fully pulls his hips back, letting himself throb in his jeans as his hand works at you on it's own. Of course, you'd looked at his hands before - but they look far better in this moment; with two vascular, thick fingers sinking into your walls to stretch you open for him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Your sounds spur him on, make him bite his lip in anticipation as he leans away to watch your expressions. You're so cute, squirming and whining and spreading your legs further open for him so he can do whatever he wants with your body. And he's happy to be a little more rough with you, given he knows it's what you want, letting a third dip into your pussy to make sure you can fit all of him when the time comes.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ And as he removes your skirt and his jeans - not worried about the tops given this'll all be quick, he's sure - you're almost certain he's got some sort of experience. The way he lathes a hand over your slick, dips his fingers into you just to tease before removing them, and sitting up on his knees to position the head of his pretty pink cock at your entrance. He knows he doesn't need to put his all into it. He only worries about the way his hips move, pushing forward to slowly sink into your gummy walls that welcome him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He sighs out, a low moan escaping his throat as he leans down. He's quick to kiss you again to quiet you down, lips hot and heavy against yours. His hips lull forward naturally and you whine out into him mouth, your own bucking up in an attempt to receive more.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Chris wastes no time in giving you what you want. His hips piston almost angrily - and he is a bit upset with himself that he hadn't taken you like this sooner. His cock slides almost too easily into you, your slick making the job so smooth, so perfect for him. And the way you tighten down on him when his hand lands near your head to push himself up above you gives him a hint as to what you want.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ His fingers curl around your throat and using your neck as leverage, he holds himself up to put most of his weight down on you. It's suffocating, yes, but it's everything you'd ever wanted from him. The soft pain from the lack of air and the way the head of his cock presses into your sweet bundle of nerves more than enough to have you trembling beneath him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ What really gives it away is when you fight to grab onto him - onto anything you can reach, that being his arms - and then his back. Your nails dig into his skin and drag, scratching over his bicep before wrapping around his shoulders and digging into his back instead. Your nails drag over the defined, thick muscle - taught with holding up his weight but bruising under the pressure of your fingertips biting into him. You feel a bit bad for a split second - until he's sighing out in a way that would make you think he was... into it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "Gonna come already? Not yet, baby. Not until I say so."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Chris pulls back with a quick snap of his hips, leaving you gasping as emptiness fills you. His hand leaves your throat and reels back to slap you, quick and sharp, before he pulls on your shoulder to turn you over. And while mumbling about how you're 'such a good girl' for him, his cock slips right back into you with ease.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ His hands lock around your hips this time, pulling them up any time your knees begin to slip on the sheets and angling you just right beneath him. He sits up fully, thumbs pressing over your hips before he lets go to land a few slaps to your ass that leave a wash of deep crimson in their wake.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ As you begin to try and push yourself up on your hands, he's quick to shut it down. His hand lands on your upper back, sliding to the nape of your neck instead as he pushes you down with a heavy amount of force. You choke, gasping out and struggling to breathe against the sheets when he leans over and presses more of his weight down onto you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "None of that," he whispers, drawing his point home by bullying his cock deeper into your walls. You're sure his tip kisses your cervix, aching, throbbing - you can feel each vein pulsing against your walls even with how quick he's being. And every thought leaves your head when he leans down to tell you directly in your ear, "'ve fucked my pillows like this before, y'know? Thought about your, bout your pretty pussy swallowing me whole. 'ts better than I even imagined."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ You choke on your cries, closing your eyes and near screaming as he leans down to slam into you a few more times. Your walls tighten down, spasm around the thick of his cock as your orgasm washes over you in pained waves that make you see white. And he has to hold you down to keep you from squirming too much so he can continue.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He pauses only to watch you writhe, wait for you to come down from your high and let you breathe. But he's right back to it after a few short moments, pressing his hips forward in short snaps that cause the skin of your ass to ripple against his hips.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He chuckles, keeping himself pressed down above you as he sighs out. "We're not quite done yet, angel."

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idk if anyone gonna see this but anyone ever get dick so good u start dreaming abt that shit

only got said dick only three (3) times before he left to the military💔💔💔 good things can’t last forever

said dick also belongs to my best friends brother so there’s a lot of complications w this one

might have to write this one out folks

SO GOOD. IM SWEATING

Three Times Again

Pairing — Hyunjin & Reader Wordcount — 6,171 words Includes — Fem!reader, mentions of alcohol consumption, smut (warnings under the cut). Author's Note — Finished college, graduated with a psychology degree and a 98.8/100 general score, I now have a serious, serious job and I haven't written anything in eight or nine months so this is the best I can do at this point. This might be a bit rusty but honestly I'm happy I was able to write something for the first time in so long. Don't think I forgot about you folks, I never will! Hope you didn't forget about me either.

Smut Warnings — Virgin AND inexperienced reader paired with somewhat experienced male character, best friends trope. Use of petnames, praise and worship if you squint, very very delicate smut if i'm being honest. Fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), nipple play, lots of making out and kisses, protected sex, mentions and use of condom, piv.

It was bound to happen.

Hyunjin knew it. You knew it. All of your friends knew it. 

Rather sooner than later, it was just bound to happen. 

The four walls on his bedroom and the remnants of the incense smoke are lively witnesses of the tension unraveling —a tension that lasted enough for the two of you, and that is now slowly causing havoc with each of your heartbeats.

It all started with a simple, pointless "truth or dare" kind of game, you and your friend's very own rendition: truth or shot. You asked each other's questions, and you could choose between replying or chugging down a shot of liquid courage. No room for those "lick the floor" or "text your ex" shenanigans. 

Of course the catch was that after 3 or 4 rounds, your headspace wasn't as sober as initially. And after a series of shots, one would eventually start spitting out just truths that cannot be spoken after the sun rises.

“Don’t think about it,” Hyunjin begs in between kisses, dragging his swollen lips  along your shoulders and neck. His hands are roaming underneath your clothes, getting familiar with your body while feeling your warmth. “Please, don’t think about it”. 

You can't. And you try not to. 

At least not when the sensations of his wet lips teasing your skin becomes too much to handle in a span of minutes, or when the ghost trailing of his fingertips against your flesh is making you turn desperate for him.

But it is difficult.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you whisper, the logical, still functioning part of your brain tries to protest. Despite how aroused you are, and despite how receptive your body is to that of Hyunjin's. “We’re- you’re my best friend Hyunjin”. 

“And you’re mine,” he hums against your skin, only lifting his gaze when you bury your fingers a bit too harshly onto his dark hair locks, “is that so wrong?”

His words get underneath your skin in ways that they shouldn't, and you start kissing your rationality goodbye as Hyunjin nibbles softly at the flesh where your shoulders and neck connect.

“You’re- we are going to regret this,” you exhale, ironically locking your arms around his neck. Your words are only saying much, but your body is risking it all to let him know that you want this just as much as he does. “What if- you wake up tomorrow and think this was a mistake?”

The dark-haired lets out a quiet groan, filled with both amusement and despair. “How can this be a mistake?” he asks, moving one of his hands from your hips to your thighs, sneaking it between your shorts and your underwear, “how can it be a mistake when I've waited years to have you like this, all for me?”. 

You arch your back against the palm of his hand. 

“Hyunjin,” you exhale his name once again, but you're not quite sure what for. It could be a plea, or the beginning of a sentence you can't begin to articulate in a situation like this. It could also be the familiarity of the word falling from your lips in between moans —you would be such a filthy liar if you were to deny having touched yourself while thinking about your friend before. 

Either way, Hyunjin never really thought of his name that much until now, that he's hearing you moaning it. 

“Yeah?” he asks with a weak hum, getting lost in the way you smell, “talk to me”. 

“F-fuck,” you murmur weakly, the stinging feeling of tears pricking on the corners of your eyes.  You’re about to cry, but you don't know why. Blame it on the alcohol, the sudden release of that secret you've kept years locked inside of you, or the overwhelming sensation Hyunjin’s skin is, “promise me something-”. 

Your friend is all too busy engraving every single inch of your skin into his brain. Every freckle, mole and stretch mark, he needs to memorize your flesh like it's a map. He wants to remember how it looks underneath the dim light of his room, proof that this all happened and it's not just another wet dream of his.

“Anything,” he says, with such a raspy voice it's vibrations travel from the skin spilling out from your bra up until your throbbing center, “ask me anything”. 

You gather all your courage within you to lift your upper body from the mattress, resting your weight on your forearms and causing Hyunjin to take a slight step back from you.

“Promise me this isn't going to change a thing in our friendship,” you murmur, your chest moving up and down almost frantically. Hyunjin's dark eyes are all over yours, with a subtle furrow in his brows that just tells you he's still trying to get a hold on everything that's happening. “Promise me, Hyunjin”. 

You're honestly asking for a lot. How can he promise such a thing, when he is already missing the warmth of your skin? How can he pretend nothing is going to change, when tomorrow he will wake up with the ghostly feeling of your pussy around his dick?

Hyunjin will say yes. Hyunjin will say that he promises you something he knows he is not going to fulfill. And honestly, he can play pretend. You're not going to be able to tell, and he is not going to say it. 

But Hyunjin knows everything is going to change the minute he gets to feel your lips on his again. He knows nothing will ever be the same once he bottoms out inside you, hearing you moaning and gasping while he fucks you however you ask him to.

“I promise,” he swallows the lie thickly, staring at you between furrowed eyebrows. “I fucking promise just- please let me have you, please”. 

You're staring at each other with hitched breath, rapid heartbeats and an insane amount of uncertainty neither of you can sort out. 

“Please let me taste you,” Hyunjin plants a chaste kiss right above your hip bone.

And then another. 

And another.

And another.

“Please,” he begs again, humming your name. “Let me make you feel real good”. 

You close your eyes in defeat, getting immersed in the way his hot lips feel against your tummy. He is kissing, and licking, and nibbling at your flesh, it's practically impossible not to give in when all that's left is your word consenting to it.

“Please,” Hyunjin insists, the tip of his fingers grazing against the hems of your skirt and underwear. “Say you want this just as much as I do”. 

You whine, kicking your head back.

“Say it,” he repeats, whispering your name. “I need to hear it from you. I need to know that you want me like I want you”. 

“I want this,” you finally confess. “I want this- fuck, I want you, Hyunjin”. 

The words leave your lips with a shakily breath, and you think it might be the release of it all.

His lips crash into yours once again, and you realize how much you missed his taste despite having kissed him just minutes ago. Hyunjin's saliva tastes like plum soju, mint and your strawberry gloss, and your heart skips a beat at the realization that this is real, that this is happening —your taste and essence lingers in Hyunjin's mouth, and there's no turning back now. 

The closer your bodies are, the more your fragrances mix. You can't tell his smell apart from yours, and he can't tell either —your hands smell like his lotion, and his shirt smells like your perfume.

Your mind spirals into all the sensations he is providing you with, that is until his hands sneak underneath your blouse and you get to feel his hot flesh against the sides of your body.

Then, your mind goes blank.

Your blood boils, you feel the heat rising to your chest, cheeks and ears. You feel exposed, in a way, but you're sure things aren't going to end there.

Hyunjin has seen nothing of you just yet.

"Can I take this off?" His hands are still attached to your waist underneath your clothes, and as far as you're concerned he could be talking about your shirt or your bra. You want those two off anyways, so you nod and agree to whatever he is thinking.

Things unfold in slow motion to your eyes, but everything is happening pretty fast, actually. In the blink of an eye your blouse is scattered around his bedroom floor, and it doesn't take too long before his t-shirt is joining yours there, too. 

Between all the kisses and pettings, you feel the loss of his warmth when he takes a step back. Then, you feel really exposed.

Apart from your heavy breaths and fast heartbeats, the room is completely quiet. So quiet it scares you, so you break the silence with a muffled "what?".

Hyunjin's straight eyebrows furrow just slightly, and he parts his lips to say something yet nothing comes out of them. Nothing but a deep, trembling exhale; it sounds like the equivalent to being able to finally breath after being underwater for so long.

“What, Hyunjin?” You repeat with a stern voice, fearing he might've started to regret the whole thing. He is unreadable —as far as you're concerned, he could be having second thoughts about this stupid idea. You wouldn't blame it for it.

But when he drops to his knees in front of you, and his hands find the waistband of your skirt, you get the sense that he might not be regretting any of this at all.

“So pretty,” he mutters, with rounded eyebrows like crescent moons and big, open eyes as he stares up at you, “you’re so, so pretty”. 

The compliment takes your breath away, and the skin on your nape and back short-circuits as if an explosion of electricity it’s taking place underneath your flesh.

"You really think so?" You're not quite sure what prompts you to ask such a question, but you figure you should let yourself get loose. The last thing you want for tonight is to hold back, because that isn't the idea.

You're doing this with Hyunjin for a reason, and said reason is because you trust him.

Without holding back, without overthinking, without hesitating. There will be plenty of time to reflect on whatever happens tonight, but right now isn't the time.

At least not when Hyunjin is kneeling in front of you, holding so much adoration in his eyes you swear you finally feel those butterflies people keep talking about.

“I know so,” he reiterates, “just look at you”. 

Your eyes fall to where his hands meet with your skirt, and this time he asks for consent with just his gaze. You nod and swallow thickly, watching as his fingers expertly dance along the hems of your skirt.

You want to shy away, to cover yourself and evaporate into thin air —at the same time, Hyunjin wants to look at you. You want him to be the first one to see you naked, to touch parts of your body nobody has before. You want to see his expression, to wonder what he will do when the realization of having you in his bed finally sinks in.

Because up until now, everything feels like a fever dream to him.

You stand in front of the edge of his bed, and watch as he undresses you. His hands trace the path of the skirt, from your thighs to your calves, and only looks up when it reaches your ankles, signaling for you to step out of it.

The color and fabric of your panties match those of the bra, and for a split second Hyunjin feels played. 

Did you plan it? Have you been thinking about this as much as he has?

It could be a coincidence, but it isn't —at some point throughout the night, you and Hyunjin were bound to happen. And you both knew it.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, standing up from the floor right in front of you. His eyes are all over your face, his hands are shy and you get the feeling that he might kiss you, but all he does is press his lips against yours and murmurs, “you make me feel so- fuck, I don’t even know”. 

You appreciate Hyunjin's sincerity, because honestly you don't know either. All you know is the adrenaline running through your veins, and the palpitations you feel underneath your left rib cage and between your thighs.

All you know is that you want Hyunjin to fuck you. Whether it's painful, or not. Whether you get to feel some pleasure, or not. All you want is for him to be your first, to be the one you experience sex for the first time like everyone around you already has.

It's actually more complicated than that, than just experiencing, but you don't dwell on it for long.

“Don’t think about it too much,” you suggest, just as fazed as he is. “Don’t think about anything just- do whatever you want”.

Hyunjin is unsure of what he is doing, judged by the hesitation behind his movements. He holds you by the small of your back and presses you tightly against his body, so close the tip of your noses are grazing against each other.

“Stop me if I hurt you,” he whispers with shortness of breath, “alright?”

You nod and swallow thickly, “okay”. 

Inevitably, Hyunjin feels a pressure over his shoulders. He knows it is your first time. 

You deserve something memorable, something that it's all about you. 

Sure, his dick is hard and throbbing, and he swears he is one second away from exploding inside his pants, but he is willing to leave his pleasure aside for yours.

He'd have other opportunities to get his dick wet and other chances to experiment. Right now it should be all about you, about making you feel good.

And under that thought, he kisses you again. 

Soft and slowly, dragging the tip of his fingers along the middle of your back. His tongue brushes against yours and you completely forget about the concept of oxygen.

It doesn't matter now that Hyunjin's breath is everything you need to respire.

His fingers keep lingering in the hooks of your bra, and it surprises you how he is able to get it off of you on his own.

"No man ever gets it right the first time," your best friend had told you amidst laughter. But Hyunjin just did in his first try. He is just naturally good at everything he does; excelling at random tasks, always getting things perfectly from the very start.

You hardly think about how naked you're in comparison to him, because he presses his chest to yours and your breasts become squeezed by his golden skin. You feel your nipples hardening against him, and you’re fully aware he can feel them too.

Fuck, he can feel them. And his cock gets even harder by that alone. 

“Let me see you,” Hyunjin whispers under his breath, but you wrap your arms around his neck, preventing him from taking a step back from you. You shake your head, feeling abruptly overwhelmed by his embrace, as well as the cold air hitting your skin.

“No one has ever seen me naked,” you say.

He knows.

“I want to see you, if you let me,” he swallows thickly, brushing his nose against yours. “Please, let me see you”.

Hyunjin feels your arms releasing some strength, falling limp over his shoulders, and he takes that as an opportunity to walk back just enough to see you.

All of you.

Everything he shouldn't fantasize about, but he does. 

“God,” he exhales with a strangled breath, doing everything he possibly can to remain collected.

But it's irrational, and impossible. How can he remain calm when you're standing naked in front of him? Your skin is covered in goosebumps, your nipples are hard and the dark, wet patch on your cotton underwear just tells him that your body needs something only he can give you. How can he be calm throughout any of this?

He can’t, and he is finally coming to terms with it.

“It’s not fair,” you murmur, slyly crossing your arms over your chest, “I’m practically naked, and you still have your pants on”. 

Hyunjin listens, but decides to ignore you. Instead, his hands find your crossed arms and he motions for you to drop them, pressing his lips against yours to kiss you one more time.

He swears he might never get tired of kissing you, ever.

“Lay down,” he presses desperate, short kisses against your lips, and you follow his guidance until your back meets the softness of the comforter.

His hands hold the sides of your body, only to drag the last piece of clothing off from your body. And it happens all too fast, that you don't even have time to shy away. Hyunjin lays down between your spread legs, with his hands and arms hooked underneath your thighs, half-lidded eyes looking right at yours.

“Remember,” Hyunjin warns, and the feeling of his warm breath against your core feels too weird and unfamiliar, you mean to close your legs around him but he doesn't allow you to, “tell me if I hurt you”. 

Your heart would have exploded inside your chest at the sight, but it doesn't until Hyunjin's tongue meets your pussy for the first time. Then, you feel your heartbeats ringing loudly in your ears.

“Shit,” you curse under your breath, holding up your weight with your forearms.

“You’re dripping wet,” he murmurs, nose brushing against your clit while his tongue collects all your arousal, “you must have been wanting this for so long”.

You writhe under his hold, feeling weakened by his words. Your chest feels heavy, and there's a tension on your lower back that prompts you to grind your hips against his face, practically begging for him to do something.

And he does —the tip of his digits slide against your folds, exploring you. He focuses his tongue on your clit, and by that alone you swear you're seeing stars. You thought the stimulation would pretty much feel like your fingers or toys, but it's nothing close to that. It feels foreign, out of your control, and you like that.

“How do you touch yourself?” Hyunjin asks with a deep voice you swear you can't recognize. 

Instead of replying, you guide one of your hands to his, that is already wet and sticky, and take two of his fingers, “put them inside”. 

He follows your orders, sinking his index and middle finger with such an ease it surprises both of you. Normally, it would take you a while to get wet on your own —right now, it seems that your body is reacting to Hyunjin much faster than you expected.

“So fucking warm,” the mutter is more to himself than to you, but you still catch it. And for some reason, the sound of his voice makes you clench harder around his fingers, “and so tight”. 

“Don’t say that,” you kick your head back, closing your eyes shut.

“I know you like it,” he says, a small smile creeping through the corners of his lips, “I can feel it”. 

There it is, again. Your walls flutter around his fingers, squeezing them softly at every word he says.

“You like it when I tell you how wet you are?” Hyunjin’s voice is gradually lower now, and his choice of words has the desired effect on you, “don’t lie, I can feel you getting tighter”. 

This may be better than any lie detector the world has come to know. Discovered by none other than Hyunjin, right before any other guy all over you could.

“Shit,” you curse under your breath, your fingers instinctively latching to his black hair. You don't mean to pull it, but you find yourself using it as leverage, and Hyunjin finds himself groaning at it, “seems like I've discovered something about you too”.

He smiles and presses his lips and nose further against you, pretending to know every single inch of your core with his tongue. It's the first time he has you like this, and he isn't quite sure if he is doing alright —a couple of soft whimpers and quiet, strangled moans are falling from your lips, but that isn’t enough for Hyunjin.

"What else do you do?" He asks, and the question comes out more as a whimper than a casual, nonchalant voice. He is clearly affected by all of this, and you can tell by his hips rut against his bed as he touches you. “When you touch yourself, what else do you do?” 

One of your hands leaves his dark hair, and guide to your breasts. It always goes a little bit like that —your dominant hand maneuvers the toy against your clit, and your other hand focuses on your breasts and nipples, pinching and twisting them as you like.

Fuck, well, that's going to be a sight imprinted in Hyunjin's mind forever. The way your back arches as soon as your fingers tease your nipples, the way your chest elevates with a deep inhale. The way your hips buck against Hyunjin's touch, and how your toes curl just slightly at the stimulation.

He soon focuses again on his task, pumping two of his fingers inside you while his tongue takes care of your clit that has become more swollen than initially. 

He is doing anything he can to get to know you, to see how his touch is affecting you. And when his middle finger touches a spot inside your walls that he hadn't before, and you let out a guttural moan of his name, Hyunjin stops short.

“Did I-” 

He must think he hurt you. But it's all quite the opposite. 

“Right there,” you shake your head frantically, acquiring strength from, practically, nowhere to push your body up in your forearms again, “shit, again, do it again”.

And he complies. His middle finger curls, and the reaction he gets is the same, if not more pronounced, from you.

“You’re fucking dripping,” repeatedly, he manages to find a pace of his own. His fingers move slowly and deliciously inside of you, almost always touching that spot that has you moaning louder than before. That, added with the suck of his mouth around your clit, sends you to cloud 9.

You've never felt this before, on your own, and it scares you.

It feels more intense, and slightly painful. Your lower back hurts, you're sweating and you fear you might pee. 

It definitely feels as if you're going to pee.

“Hyunjin!” You gasp, your hands pushing him away, “I feel- ‘m gonna make a mess”. 

His heart is beating loud in his ears, and he feels the pressure of your thighs squeezing his face. The quick thought that he might be hurting you flies across Hyunjin's mind, but is quickly discarded when your hips move in sensual circles against him.

You must be close.

“Wait!” You gasp, and Hyunjin withdraws from between your legs, but his fingers continue fucking your pussy with an increased pace, “G-god, fuck, I’m-”.

You’re babbling, not making any sense. And Hyunjin feels his dick leaking precum, sticking to his underwear. Never in all his years of life had he been this hard, and it's hurting him to no end. At the same time, it feels deliciously torturing. 

He just fears he might come untouched.

“Close?” Hyunjin asks, and you just nod frantically. 

As if an expert, his palm hits your clit every time he bottoms his fingers out inside of you. A part of him tells him he should position himself back between your legs and make you come with his mouth and fingers; the other, however, urges him to crawl up, between kneeling and lying next to you, as his available hand guides your chin to him.

The sight is even better like this, Hyunjin thinks —your teary eyes and the hair sticking to your forehead and cheeks with sweat is something he might never be able to forget.

The way you're staring at him like you're scared, and confused, and oh so aroused. He is the reason behind your body shaking and your hands gripping the bed sheets underneath you; the reason behind your cries and whimpers, and the wetness between your legs.

All because of him.

"I think I'm coming," you manage to spit out in a strangled breath, and soon after lose complete control over your body.

Your back arches against his bed, your legs close around his wrist, and your body threatens to push him away. But Hyunjin doesn't let you —he embraces you, holding you in place as you ride your high. 

“There you go,” he murmurs, with a soft smile creeping through the corners of his lips.

Your trembling hand wraps around his bicep, and you can barely open your eyes without tearing up. Whatever just happened, you haven't experienced it before.

“Hyunjin,” you whimper yet again, feeling how your walls clench over and over around his fingers. It tired you, both mentally and physically —your toes feel funny from clenching them much, your legs are sore from being spread open for a while now, and your hips feel tired from all the tension that suddenly snapped minutes ago, “holy fuck, Hyunjin”. 

“I’m right here,” he tells you while leaving a quick kiss on your lips.

And then another.

And another.

And another, until it turns into a proper kiss, one that isn’t nearly as sloppy or fast as the ones he offered you before. This time, Hyunjin kisses you slowly, carefully, almost as if he is trying to soothe all that tension with his lips.

You place your hands on either side of his face, and he does the same —with ease, he manages to position himself on top of you, with so much care not to put all his weight on top. Hyunjin only breaks the kiss to look at you, and the way your lips form a subtle "o" when you feel his erection pressed against your lower abdomen is enough for him to run out of breath.

“We don’t have to- I mean, we don’t have to do it tonight,” Hyunjin murmurs, his lips barely touching yours. “We can stop right here, I’m okay with-” 

“Let’s do it,” you notice how he swallowed thickly and how his bright eyes resembling a deer caught in the headlights stare at you with just the same amount of fear and lust. 

To be your first; to mess around together, to experience what sex is all about.

You want this, and he wants this just as much. There's trust, and there is a promise —nothing can go wrong because that's exactly why you're doing it with each other.

Because there's no one else in this world you trust more than Hyunjin.

“Okay,” he exhales, backing away from your body to fully undress himself. And although it's not prohibited to look, you feel insanely awkward when your eyes meet his figure.

Hyunjin doesn't show much skin, not even during the summer days when you visited the beach or his parent's lake house. Seeing him shirtless was already much of a shock, but seeing him fully naked? That is a whole other story.

You feel your cheeks blushing and you need to look away before Hyunjin catches you staring, but it is already too late. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, forcing yourself to keep contact with his eyes rather somewhere else.

Hyunjin licks his lips, and he does so in such a swift movement that it barely registers in your mind. But it does, and you can't stop thinking how attractive he is, and how awfully aroused he is making you feel. It's like your body has a mind of its own, one that's completely enticed by him.

“C’me here,” he kneels in the bed again, hovering your body. His erection pressed against your lower abdomen once again, and you let out an unexpected, almost embarrassing moan just by that alone.

He is hard, and his dick feels warm. You can't help but sneak a hand between your bodies and wrap it around him, making him curse under his breath.

It's the first time you see (in real life, anyway) and touch a dick; you're not sure what you were expecting, but the feeling of it isn't bad. However, it isn’t as nice as the sight of Hyunjin's eyes closed shut, and his bottom lip caught between his lips.

“If you touch me again, I'm going to come,” he warns you.

“And isn’t that what you want?” You ask, stroking him softly. You’re barely discovering how to touch him, but there’s something pleasant about the way you’re exploring him.

“Not before fucking you,” Hyunjin tells you, “I have to make you feel good again”.

He straightens his body slightly and puts a condom on. It is tight around the base, and too slippery for his own liking, but he can't complain about it when you're patiently waiting for him. 

Your eyes never abandon his figure, and just the sight of him unwrapping a fucking condom and putting it on is more than enough to make you clench around thin air. And you're too lost in that thought, of how strikingly beautiful Hyunjin looks tonight, that you don't feel any sort of panic until the tip of his dick slides against your slit.

This is really happening, you think to yourself, and suddenly all the oxygen from the room has vanished, leaving you with a heavy chest and an awful sensation that you're choking.

“You okay?” He asks when he catches a glimpse of your furrowed eyebrows.

“Just nervous,” your eyes dart between his face and the parts of your bodies where you almost meet. You've heard awful stories about first times, involving a lot of pain and discomfort; why would yours be any different than those?

You feel your heart beating in anticipation, and your throat gets dry.

“I'm not going to hurt you,” Hyunjin says, leaning down to kiss you, “I’ll be careful”. 

You nod, because you know he is telling the truth. So you brace yourself by holding his biceps, watching as he guides his dick inside of you.

“Inhale,” he tells you, and you follow. Your lungs get filled with fresh air until they hurt, until you no longer can harbor any more oxygen.

And only then, the tip of it slides right in easily, with just the tiniest bit of discomfort —your fingers and toys are not close to the size he is.

“Fuck”. 

“Let it all out,” and you exhale deeply, relaxing underneath him as he finally bottoms out. He stays there, without moving, feeling how your walls adapt to his girth. Hyunjin kisses your cheek, and snuggles his face in the crook of your neck to leave a couple of them there, too, “good job”. 

You whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck just as your legs wrap around his hips.

His weight on top of you feels nice, just as it does having him inside of you. But you're desperate to know how he really feels, so you prompt him to move.

“I’ll go slow,” and he sticks to his word. His thrusts are slow, but deep —every time he bottoms out, you moan.

You're just getting used to him, so the way he is fucking you is more than enough for now. And it is enough for him, too —if he goes any faster, he is sure he will come.

But he maintains a certain pace, and your bodies get to meet each other in a way they hadn't before. 

“Does it feel good?” You ask him in a murmur, and he hums in response.

“So good,” his eyes never leave yours. “You feel so good, your pussy feels so good”.

You bite your lips, wanting to hold back whatever reaction his words elicit from you. 

There's something lewd about his voice, and the way he says things tonight. There's something lewd in the way you like it, too.

“You feel good too,” you compliment him, caressing the sides of his face. “Want to come again, with you”. 

Hyunjin nods, as if you’re giving him an order for him to follow. But you might as well have, because he takes it upon himself to give you what you want. One of his hands sneak between your sweaty bodies, and albeit difficult, he manages to position the tip of his fingers over your clit, rubbing it at the same pace as his thrusts.

“Oh my God,” you whisper, closing your eyes shut when you feel a pinch of pain from the overstimulation. 

It's crazy how many things Hyunjin has learned about you in the past hour.

“Does it feel good when I touch you like this?” He manages to ask, and you nod frantically.

His hand then withdraws from your clit, and when you're about to protest, you notice his mouth is leaning closer to your chest, “what-”. 

He then latches his tongue around one of your hardened nipples, and you become a mess of whimpers underneath him.

“And this?” Hyunjin asks with his lips attached to the flesh of your breast, “does it feel good when I do this?”

You might as well have figured something about you.

“It feels so good, Hyunjin,” you chant, with teary eyes that threaten to start bawling in ecstasy, “so good, fuck, so good”.

He continues, sucking on your nipple while his fingers tease the other. And you really seem to like it because you can't stop moaning, because all your hands do is to force him even more against your chest. 

“Squeezing me so good,” Hyunjin mutters under his breath, losing control of himself as he feels you clenching around him. He's drooling over your breasts, swollen and pink lips dragging across your flesh while his hips start spasming, “God, you’re so fucking tight”.

You sneak a hand between your bodies, and when your digits brush against your clit, you feel your body jolting, and the tension threatening to unravel. 

You're so close, again.

And you hope he is close too.

“I’m-” You don't manage to finish the sentence when Hyunjin's fingers replace yours, “Hyunjin!”

You mean to keep your eyes open, to look at him in between, but you finally give up to the overwhelming pleasure. You close them shut, and all you're left with is the feeling of Hyunjin's body against yours, and the sounds you and him are eliciting from each other. 

“Close?” And you nod frantically, tightening your limbs around him —your arms around his neck, your legs around his lower back. 

You’ve hugged Hyunjin before, but nothing will ever compare to this; to your naked bodies pressing together, to his lips murmuring sweet nothings against yours. 

To share something as intimate as an orgasm can be.

“Coming,” you whisper weakly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. And at the same time, Hyunjin lets out a painful, choked groan.

His throat hurt at it, but not nearly as much as the tension finally unraveling did. 

Not as much as the sight of your hazy eyes looking up at him as you both come down from your highs.

Not as much as the realization that it was all over.

“Hyunjin,” you whimper again, and your loud heartbeats, and the way you're still clenching around him is preventing him from listening to your voice. He sees your lips moving, but he is too far gone in the bliss of his orgasm to care.

“God,” you close your eyes shut and hide your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. 

You don’t want him to let go of you, to pull out. You want to stay like this for as long as you’re able to.

And Hyunjin wants it too, plopping all of his weight carefully on top of you. He presses a kiss to your temple, and then your forehead. Nothing in his life has ever felt this good before, and he fears he might not be able to live a moment like this again.

"Did I hurt you?" He just has to ask again, now that you're settled between his arms.

You shake your head subtly, and look up at him with so much gloss and sentiment he feels a pinch of hope you feel the same way he feels about you. 

"Not once," you exhale, offering the most beautiful smile Hyunjin has seen on you.

And when you press a quick peck to his lips and snuggle right next to him, with your head on his chest and your hand over his abdomen, 

he just knows it will happen again. 

And again.

And again.

And again.

Bonus note: If you liked this, PLEASE let me know. I'm kind of nervous putting this out there because I've been away for so long, I'm not even sure if this is any good. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. It is nice to connect with past hobbies to be honest.

Love you all! And take care!

first two were sooo good im so excited for the rest!!!

'Kinktober 2024' Masterlist ฅ^._.^ฅ

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune and @/adornedwithlight

Happy Kinktober!! The first 8 posts will be Member x Reader, the 2 after those will be Member x Reader x Member, and the last 2 posts will be Member x Member. The index explaining each day is under the cut!~

general warnings: all chapters are nsfw/smut

They will be posted ~11:00AM EST on the Red days!

🕷Main Series🕷

29 30 01 02 03 04 05

06 07 08 09 10 11 12

13 14 15 16 17 18 19

20 21 22 23 24 25 26

27 28 29 30 31 01 02

Index; (the other kinks will be filled in once the day’s posted)

Member x Reader

October 1 🕷 ‘Little Red’

Bang Chan ✗ Teratophilia | Size Kink | Stomach Bulge

October 4🕷 'Right Where I Want You'

Lee Know ✗ Dubcon/Noncon | Knife Play | Spanking

October 7 🕷

Changbin ✗ LIGHT Humiliation | ? | ?

October 10 🕷

Hyunjin ✗ Massages | ? | ?

October 13 🕷

Han ✗ Role Reversal | ? | ?

October 16 🕷

Felix ✗ Ahprodisiacs | ? | ?

October 19 🕷

Seungmin ✗ Hunter/Prey | ? | ?

October 22 🕷

I.N. ✗ Hatefucking | ? | ?

Member x Reader x Member

October 25 🕷

HyunSung ✗ ? | ? | ?

October 28 🕷

ChanIn ✗ Impact Play | ? | ?

Member x Member

October 31 🕷

ChangSeung ✗ Sex Pollen | ? | ?

October 31 🕷

MinLix ✗ Mirror Sex | ? | ?

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and they were roommates!

{ 3racha roommates au masterlist } 《 masterlist 》

→ non-idol au! a series of one-shots taking place in a spacious apartment initially rented by Chan, Changbin & Jisung. But there's one room still available, and their building happens to be close to your workplace...

—American Whiskey { Chan x Reader (f) } —Soju { Minho x Reader (f), Jisung x Reader (f) } —Ice cold vodka { Hyunjin x Reader (f), Chan x Reader (f) } to be posted

—warnings: non-idol au, explicit sexual content, drinking, consensual & drunken sex, protected & unprotected sex. each work has/will have its own warnings! these works are intended for adult audiences only—minors DNI!

tiny hannie

do u hear me screaming

★ pairing : bf!chan x fem!reader

★ warnings : smut, masturbating, sexting, reader sends chan a spicy video, whipped chan, needy chan/reader.

a/n : haven't written in a while so here's a little smth I thought of <3 sorry for any mistakes, it's 4am and it's pretty rushed :3

"just a little more—so so close," chan whispers to himself.

he's spread out on his chair in the studio, fisting his cock up and down, specifically touching himself the way you do it, slowly teasing his tip and tracing his fingers on the veins.

as dirty as he feels doing that, it just feels too good. his eyes are currently focused on his phone as it played a video you sent him 20 minutes ago.

One Video : sent 20 minutes ago.

your fingers were tracing your swollen cunt, soon leading your fingers all the way to your clit where you eventually stopped to stimulate it

an accidental whimper leaves your lips, as your body squirms.

"wish it was you so bad," you cried out with a fucked out voice.

it was obvious you'd been in this state for a while, your hair all messy, tears threatening to leave your eyes, sweat beads all over your body, the desperation that chan loved so much in your voice.

soon after you move your two fingers to open up your pussy lips with a 'v' shape, showing chan your needy little hole

"come home channie—miss you," you mewled

you gasp as you slowly add a finger inside yourself

End of Video

he just couldn't help it, as much as he wanted to go home, he had to work, so he was stuck with next best thing

his studio was currently filled with his muffled groans trying his best to keep quiet, making great efforts even when he was well aware that that room was sound proof, though that was the last thing he was thinking of.

his mind is full of you—it always is, even when he was shamelessly masturbating to your video.

chan lets out breathy moans as he finally finds the perfect pace, he uses his thumb to tease his tip, his hips stuttering as he tries to not fuck his fist

he tries his very hardest to recreate the way you do it, eventually becoming way too needy to continue, his pace was fast, he wanted the release—no. needed.

and it was because of you.

his eyes were hooded even when he tried his hardest he just couldn't keep them open, his lips were parted, head thrown back, legs spread as his pants were hurriedly unbuttoned.

"fuck me," he growls, as his eyes roll back, mind endlessly full of you

he needed you.

needed your mouth, hands, your sweet tight pussy, absolutely anything from you.

just you.

chan holds back a loud grunt as he finally comes, his hair is all messy, sweat covering his body, his pants were down to his ankles. a mess, he was a mess for you

he takes out his phone, finally replying to your little video, he takes a photo of himself displayed, his hot cum all over his thighs and lower stomach, just as he was about to click send, he hears a knock on his studio door.

"channie, can I come in?" he hears your voice say softly hinting you probably heard it all.

felixs rly did something to me gad DAMN

oh for the reaction requests can you do makeup sex with skz?

— ✰ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐤𝐳. (𝐬)

smut under the cut !

##𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍.

arguing is something he hates doing. he's never as quick to anger as he is until after the argument, he's fuming, not knowing what to do with wanting to just punch anything he saw. he hated when things got heated but he knew you would also be too stubborn to come to any sort of understanding. it would happen gradually, he gets off work that night and decides that enough is enough. no questions, no hesitation, he'd walk straight into the house and make a beeline straight for you; kissing you roughly all while groping your thighs with need. you would feel all the resentment subside the further his hands traveled, especially when they traveled to the place that had you quivering in his grasp. he would look you straight into your eyes while he touched you, his gaze deathly, your pleads and cries driving straight into the skin of his neck. he would smirk watching you melt. this is how it always was. arguments were finished on his command, forgiveness wet and warm, right along his fingertips.

##𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎.

arguments with Minho were fine by him. he knew it was in the nature of a normal relationship. but being angry with him or mad at him in any way, that’s just something that drove him crazy. you could give him the silent treatment, suck your teeth and roll your eyes at him all you wanted, but you wouldn’t get far with any of it. so much that he didn’t even know why you still tried those petty little games with him, ignoring his calls or texts or rain check anything he wanted to do with you. all of it made him feel unwanted and at the worse, made him feel like you were with someone else. you’ll admit, sometimes you entertained the idea of having someone when there was no one. It only drove him crazier because his envy was worse than anything you’ve ever seen. His envy would watch your every move. watch everyone you talked to. His envy would manipulate and trick you, having you think he just wanted to talk until you were bent over in the backseat of his car, gripping the seat material tightly while he ruthlessly fucked you to wit’s end. his envy would have your body on fire as he rocked the car back and forth from his brutality. His envy would have him forcing you to admit that you loved no one but him and only him, and only he had the privilege of fucking you as good as he did.

##𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍.

he was always like this after a fight. silent and stubborn as hell. it wouldn't come easy with this one. changbin was stubborn in many ways. arguments was one of them. he's a big fan of the silent treatment. a bit childish but, if things went left he wouldn't talk to you for days on end. but if there was anything that worked it was when you'd start wearing much more revealing clothes around the house. it was hard for changbin to resist you and you were well aware of that. he'd watch you like a hawk even when you were doing the most mundane tasks. you'd smirk whenever you caught him in the act, frustrating him until he finally pounced. makeup sex with him was sudden and abrupt, one minute you'd be doing household chores and the next minute you'd be on the edge of the bed, legs hoisted on changbin's shoulders with his tongue fucking you to tears for everything you've ever done to piss him off.

##𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍.

what a bratty one he was. arguments with hyunjin were endless. for some reason it took the both of you forever to collectively apologize which meant the days in between were full of silence and resentment. the days became lonely pretty quickly but you weren’t exactly keen on apologizing if you knew hyunjin wasn’t ready to apologize back. one thing you weren’t going to do was make a complete fool of yourself. but hyunjin was one step ahead of you, coming home late and drunk. he never acted like a stereotypical drunk, but knew just by the taste that lingered along your lips after he kisses you. He was googley eyed like this too, staring into your eyes and smiling like you two weren’t at each other’s throats just last week. His drunken kisses were soft and warm, perfectly sticky and inviting. he caresses your body, feeling for the hem of your shirt so he could pull it over your head. He was really fond of your nipples when he was drunk like this, which explained why he was obediently licking and curling his tongue around them to his heart’s content. It felt amazing actually and he looked so pretty doing it. He slides his hand down to palm his growing erection, groans flooding the room while somehow managed to slip an apology in between them.

##𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆.

the one with all the mouth. as a lyricist, Jisung had a way with words but that attribute wasn’t really valued during arguments. his tongue was like venom, he knew saying the harshest things to you would hurt you and it’s what he aimed for. every single time. you hated whenever you cried over what he said, you felt weak but you couldn’t help it. he knew just what to say to break your heart, something he would always regret after seeing you cry. he’d apologize anyway he could, even if that meant he would have to make another failed attempt at something he wasn’t really good at. he would softly kiss your tear stained cheeks, pulling you on his lap in hopes that you would feel more content his arms. content was quite the understatement, you felt many emotions wrapped in one just like this, his hands moving along your backside while he nips hickies into the crook of your neck. his soft, raspy apologies between each kiss weakened your knees. you could feel his bulge growing beneath you, altering you breathing pattern. he would grind his hips in tandem with yours, coaxing out of you the pretty whines he was waiting for. your cries only fueled his arousal, within the next second he’d be begging you to ride his cock until he couldn’t stop cumming.

##𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗.

normally felix would be happy to come home after a long tour. he missed your presence more than anything. but this homecoming would be different, considering you and felix haven’t been getting along ever since the tour started in the first place. felix didn’t like arguing with you and especially while he was touring, it pissed him off and made him stressed as all hell. to be honest that’s what he prepared for when he arrived. he knew it wouldn’t be smiles, hugs and kisses like it usually was. he was right about that. the tension between the both of you was thick. you didn’t know what to say and neither did he, which sparked up another argument, he was now mad that you couldn’t find it in you to at least greet him when he walked through the door. the both of you were bickering yet again until you found yourself with the side of your face against the hallway wall , backside against Felix while he fiddled with his belt buckle. It’s been way too long since the last time you’ve been touched which was why you dissolved into nothing but whines and pleads when he started fucking you, his cock throbbing so vigorously hard you knew this was exactly what he needed too.

##𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍.

when seungmin is angry, there's no turning back. he wants nothing to do with you. completely nothing. it's what pissed you off the most, he almost sort of detached himself from you completely and it felt as if you weren't even his anymore. what made things worse was the bitter aura it created between the both of you, it made you question if the relationship was going to last even if you knew it would. that was the thing about seungmin. he had a way of making you feel so down about yourself without doing anything. even if he gave you the slightest bit of eye contact you were begging, unbeknownst to you that it's what he lived for. making you beg for him. making you crave his touch. he deprived you on purpose. enough to where you were at his beck and call on your knees sucking him hungrily, hoping he would just drop everything and give you the attention you wanted. With his slacks around his ankles, fingers entangled in your hair, mind long gone from the feelings your mouth was giving him, he’d drop the act soon enough.

##𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍.

It always started off through text. And late, too. Jeongin couldn’t stand that. he hated going to sleep angry and he definitely hated when you went to sleep angry. But somehow there was always something to argue about late at night just before the both of you went to bed. living in the dorms didn’t give him much freedom to just leave in the middle of the night to talk it out. Which is why he resorted to telling you to come see him instead. But silly Jeongin, he should’ve known that the script was bound to flip. What he thought was going to be a smooth and quick discussion quickly became him stuffing your face into his pillows to stifle your moans while he pumped himself in and out of you, trying to keep himself from breathing heavy and making things obvious. but you were so warm and wet around his cock he couldn’t help but to curse every so often. And of course, everything was fucking hot to you. Jeongin angrily fucking you was something you didn’t even know you needed. But here you were taking every inch of him, like you hadn’t said you hated him in the text messages. Oh yeah, you hated him alright. Jeongin could just smirk at that.

SO SO GOOD

the ride ; skz ; chan x reader

original ask: requested by @rosequartsz : chan with the prompt ❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜ like the reader is the same age as jeongin so chan kinda feels bad but at the same time he wants to corrupt the reader so bad cushsisjsis

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original ask: requested by anonymous : Chan and ❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜ ❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜

pairing: bang chan/reader content info: friends to lovers, chan is a little older than reader, reader is not actually that innocent but pretends to be and they both get off on it lol. some not very safe driving lol keep ur eyes on the road. car sex, dirty talk, teasing, corruption play, puuuuure smut. word count: 2400 words.

masterlist. part of the valentine’s day stories series. credit to prompts. requests are closed.

enjoy!

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“That’s not fair,” Jeongin says.  “I called dibs.”

“Too bad.”  You stick your tongue out at him.  “Learn to run faster, loser.”

Jeongin scowls, once more relegated to the backseat of Chan’s car.   You are sitting pretty in the passenger seat for the fourth day in a row and Jeongin is playfully annoyed about it. 

You and your twin brother have been racing into Chan’s car since high school.  You are both at university now, but Chan still offers the occasional lift.  With storm season making public transit a bigger hassle than it’s worth, Chan has been offering more rides. 

Just because of the weather.  Not any other reason.  Of course.      

You smirk, casting a side-glance into the driver’s seat.  Chan is smiling at Jeongin through the rearview mirror, looking less like Channie, the boy of your teenage fantasies, and more like Bang Chan, the man of your adult dreams.  He is wearing a baseball cap and leather jacket, his whole demeanour oozing an effortless masculinity, the bearing of a competent man who knows he can do anything. 

And still, despite his well-earned cockiness, he has an undoubtedly shy side.  When he looks at you, the tips of his ears flame an embarrassed, fiery red, and his dimpled smile is almost boyish in its sweetness. 

“Right then,” he says.  Then, like the endearingly cheesy goofball he is, he adds, “All aboard, ready for takeoff!” 

“Jeongin,” you say, blinking innocently at your twin through the mirror.  “You have your presentation notes, right?  You don’t want to forget them.”

Jeongin double-checks his bag but you already know he won’t find them.  You deliberately took them out and placed them on the kitchen counter.

“Damn,” he says, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt.  “I thought I put them in here.  Sorry, I’ll be right back.” 

Jeongin practically flies out of the car and up the driveway, leaving you and Chan.  It happens quickly, before Chan can even compute it.  You can see the gears turning in his head, but you are faster, sighing melodramatically while gathering the hem of your skirt. 

“Silly boy,” you say.  “What should we do while he’s gone?”  You draw your skirt up your thighs just enough to tease the skin of your upper thighs. 

Chan is staring there with his mouth open, his words evaporating on his tongue.  He clears his throat after a second, ripping his gaze away.  He looks across the dashboard and laughs, a shy, awkward laugh. 

“Your brother will be back in a second,” Chan says.  “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, yeah?”

He is white-knuckling the steering wheel, like all his restraint is being poured into that physical grip.  Even so, it is not hard to pry his hand off the wheel.  You know a stronger, more belligerent shove could not bend a determined Bang Chan, but the softest touch from your gentle hands will have him breaking in seconds.   

You are slow, casual despite your racing heart, guiding his hand onto your knee.  He makes a little noise that turns your whole body to pure, liquid heat.  You make a similar sound, a faint whimper in the back of your throat, as you slide his hand up your thigh. 

“Channie,” you say, your too-sweet, too-innocent voice part of your acting, but your breathlessness undoubtedly real. 

“Don’t—”  His voice breaks and he clears his throat.  “Don’t say my name like that.  You know—”  

“What do I know, Channie?” you ask, blinking at him with wide eyes while you curl his fingers around your thigh.  You bring your legs together, holding his hand between them.

He visibly swallows, throat bobbing.  The redness has spread from his ears down his neck. 

“We’ve talked about this, baby girl,” he says, his tone stricter, taking on that darker edge that makes your heart – and everything else – gush.   “We’ve been good so far, okay?”   If stolen kisses, open zippers, and groping touches count as good.  “You’re my – you’re my friend.  You should be like a little sister or something to me… yeah?  Yeah… Yeah!”  He shakes his head, pulling himself out of the distraction caused by you unzipping your jacket.  He squeezes your thigh, a firm, warning grip.  “Don’t make this so hard,” he says. 

“What’s hard for you, Channie?” you ask, reaching into his lap and touching his thigh, then higher, finding the evidence of his words.  A shiver moves across his shoulders, his breath catching as you cup your palm around the bulge in his jeans.  “Is it something I can help you with?”  You lick your bottom lip then smile. 

“Oh,” he says.  His eyes crinkle with amusement but there is a score of different emotions on his face, all of them smoldering.  “You really wanna play that game, huh?” 

There is no chance for an answer because Jeongin returns, hopping into the car with his notes.  You and Chan separate, looking out the dashboard window.  You pat your hot skin and try to slow your racing heart. 

Sensing the oddly silent tension, Jeongin narrows his eyes and looks between you.  Eventually, his expression sours like he smells something bad. 

“Oh my god,” he says, then punches Chan in the shoulder.  “Are you fucking my sister!”

“What!” Chan says, getting redder by the second.  “Jeongin, how could— I wouldn’t— I don’t—”

“What, you don’t fuck?” Jeongin asks, then laughs until he is wheezing.  “You can do better, man.”

“Jeongin, shut up!”  You reach back to smack at him, rubbing your hand all over his stupid face and messing up his hair while he wails in protest.   

“All right, all right!”  Chan says, breaking you up.  “Let’s just… let’s just go, okay?  Okay.” 

“Yes, daddy,” you say, mostly out of spite. 

Chan squeaks. 

Jeongin pretends to gag then slumps against his window.  

“I’m gonna need to start taking the bus,” he says, morose.

-

Fortunately, thanks to the impromptu revelation of your shenanigans, it does not take much convincing for Jeongin to find another ride home.  When Chan pulls into the campus parking lot to pick you up, you approach his vehicle with a grin and a wink.    

You slide into the passenger seat, smoothing down your skirt while he sighs.  It sounds more amused than frustrated.    

“Where’s your brother?” he asks. 

You shrug with theatrical exaggeration. 

“Right,” Chan says, starting the car.  “Got it.”

He puts a hand on your headrest to leverage himself, looking out the rear window as he reverses the car.  That proximity alone gets you hot, the temptation to grab him already strong.  You play a patient game, as always, stealing glances and suggestive smiles while he drives. 

Halfway home, you put a hand on his knee.  At first your touch is innocent, tracing slow circles on the denim, then you get a little more brazen, fingertips brushing up his thigh. 

“Baby,” he says in that warning voice, eyes on the road.  Holding the wheel with one hand, he uses the other to stop your wandering ascent. 

“Yes?” you ask with all that faux-innocence.  Rather than fight his touch, you guide his hand to your lap, placing it on your knee. 

Unlike this morning, he does not play nice.  You make a startled, high-pitched sound when he immediately dives under your skirt, his rough palm pressing down where you are already aching.   Your thighs slam shut out of instinct but his hand is where it wants to be, his fingers curled around your pussy in a proprietary touch. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice playfully mean.  He grinds the heel of his palm against your throbbing clit.  He never takes his eyes off the road.  “Isn’t this what you wanted?”  

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, though you cannot help but rock yourself against his hand. 

“Mmm,” he says, patting your pussy then stroking your thigh, guiding your legs open again.  “We’ll see about that.” 

You keep your eyes ahead too, pretending not to notice when he glances at you.  Then you gasp because he reaches out and tugs the zipper on your hoodie.  You instinctively clutch it, wearing nothing but a bra underneath, having taken off your other layers to surprise him.  He is the one surprising you, a secret sexy menace under all that shy sweetness.  He unzips the hoodie halfway then reaches past the material to squeeze a handful.  Your body practically sings under his touch. 

“Channie,” you say, breathless again. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” he says.  “Channie’s gonna take care of you, yeah?  Always.” 

“Take care of me how?”  Your question toys with that false innocence, the little game that gets you both hot, but there is genuine curiosity there too.   This game has been escalating slowly over time.  You want more and you are starting to get desperate. 

Chan looks at you.  His gaze moves over your mouth then your body, your skirt rucked up and breasts practically spilling out of your hoodie.  He swears, looking back at the road with that red blush on his ears again. 

“Fuck,” he says.  “I want to fuck you so badly.  You have no idea.” 

His words have a raw, honest edge.  He swallows, hard.  You feel like one tightly coiled ball of tension, ready to snap apart. 

“Please,” you say in that breathy voice.  “Make me feel good.  No one else can like you.” 

You do not make it all the way home.  There is a nearby lookout point at the park, a shrouded parking area that has undoubtedly seen its fair share of hook-ups.  Chan parks there and you dive at each other like randy teenagers.  You climb into his lap, bumping everything on the console on your way, the honking the horn with your backside for good measure.  It makes you both giggle.

Then your laughter is swallowed by hot, desperate, open-mouthed kisses.

“Mmm,” you hum against his lips.  You push his hat off his head and sink your fingers in his curly hair.  “Channie, please,” you say. 

He cups the back of your neck, holding your head where he wants it so he can kiss you thoroughly.  His ravishing touch leaves you shaking with need, rocking against him to no relief. 

“Poor baby,” he says with a little laugh, squeezing your neck then drawing his hand down the curve of your chest.  He unzips the rest of your hoodie.  His mouth follows the same path as his hands, down your chest and back up again. 

He is working you up, deftly and swiftly, using just a few well-placed throat kisses, a few flicks of his fingertips across the sensitive peaks of your breasts.  He seems so composed under you, other than the flush to his complexion, the heat to his skin that has him shedding his leather jacket.   You feel completely undone, half-naked and writhing in his lap.  Your hands tangle together, fumbling around his belt. 

“Let me,” he says.  He gets his belt open and his fly undone, then his hands are on you.  He doesn’t just tug your panties to the side but rips them apart, snapping the seams like they’re nothing.  Then those strong fingers are inside you, finding just how wet and ready you are for him.  He makes a low, guttural sound, thumping his head against the headrest.  “Fuck, baby girl,” he says.  “You know what you do to me?” he asks. 

“I dunno, Channie.”  You pout and bat your eyelashes.  “You better show me.” 

He laughs.  He holds your hips and moves you, positions you where he wants you.  You are pressed so close together, chest-to-chest, so you cannot see when he finally enters you.  But you feel it, hot and hard and filling you, stretching you, almost painful but burning so good.  You slap a hand to the roof of the car, eyes closing as you moan. 

“S-so much,” you say, because it feels like you have been sinking forever and he is still not all the way inside. 

“Yeah, I know, baby,” he says.  His thumb is expertly circling your clit while your whole body seems to soften, changing to fit him, like you were made for this moment.  “That’s it,” he says.  “Have a little trust in yourself.  I know you can take it.”

His thrusts are small, his hands guiding your hips over him, grinding him deep inside you.   Then you are clutching his shoulders, moaning into his neck as he fucks you slowly and steadily.  It is everything you needed and not enough, only spurring more desire.  You know you will need him again, the way he needs you.  Just the way he says your name as he holds you, as he fucks you, as he takes you apart and puts you together again.   It feels like that when you come, when he fucks you through it, saying your name and praising you. 

“Good girl,” he says, barely above a breath.  “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

When he gets close, he pushes the seat back.   You get on your knees between his legs and take him in your mouth.  He comes with a low groan and another breathless slur of your name.  Then you are back in his lap and his hands are everywhere, clutching you possessively to his chest.  You are both breathing hard, riding the slow come-down of your frantic desperation. 

“Fuck,” he eventually says.  He seems shy again, giggling as he looks at you with a blush on his face.  “We, uh, we just did that, in the car, uh wow, yeah, I, uh—”

“Channie,” you say with a laugh of your own, grabbing his face and kissing him.  He smiles into the kiss, returning it with the same tender softness. 

You kiss for a long time, ignoring the world around you.  Eventually you have to crawl back into your seat and mostly redress yourselves, still smiling and giggling at each other the whole time.  Your phone was buzzing in your bag so you finally check it, rolling your eyes at the message there.   

You show it to Chan who laughs, blushing again, but nods. 

“Right,” he says, “We should probably go get him.”

You laugh too, sending an emoji with its tongue sticking out in response to Jeongin’s message that reads:  My ride fell through.  When you are done not-fucking each other, can you come back and get me?  Thanks.  Sluts.   

can't resist | lyb (m.)

pairing ⇢ felix x reader

summary ⇢ felix really only entered the bathroom to retrieve his camera but you're even more tempting than he anticipated.

rating & word count ⇢ 2.3k | 18+ (minors gtfo)

genre/au ⇢ smut, fluff, idk what they are 🤭

warnings/content ⇢ teasing, cursing, petnames, groping, hair pulling, breast play, unprotected sex, creampie, mirror shenanigans, the camera and the rings are involved ig

theme song ⇢ the boy is mine - ariana grande

a/n: yeah the title speaks for itself on what i’m still going through rn lmao you see his hold on me? it's fucking insane like how dare he fr i have not recovered from those ig stories fawk and i don't think i'll ever be

“take photos with me?”

you ask Felix fondly when he is about to open the door. it made him pause a bit, weighing how much time he had since you could take a while with this.

he’s not really in a hurry since the others are still getting their makeup done. good thing that he luckily went first so he’s got time to look for his special camera that he possibly misplaced earlier.

the other boys said no when Felix asked if they'd seen it but he's sure he left it somewhere so that only leaves you. he knew that you’d stay in the spare room to get ready and avoid suspicion from other gala goers so he wasn’t that surprised where he found it.

he entered the bathroom where he found you standing in front of the vanity while taking selfies from your phone. then you’re scrolling to look through the selcas you took so he kinda expected that you’d use his camera already but you haven't.

that's one of the reasons why you take the longest in the bathroom anyway, having the habit of taking pictures when the lighting's to your liking.

so why haven't you?

maybe you want him to take pictures of you instead which he'd happily do. smiling brightly at you, Felix nods as he closes the door. he really can't say no to you and he never has unless he had to. how could he even right now when your eyes sparkle at him like that?

there would be a final fitting later but he couldn’t resist your request.

.

a smile graces your lips when you see Felix approaching your form, standing behind you so you start taking pics of you both. your ivory-coloured bathrobe contrasts his so it’s a perfect combination. well, couple trends are usually matching but you like it this way. he matches your poses the way you instructed.

you feel Felix's right hand on your hip, holding you like he's done many times before. his other hand's still holding the camera that you've been focusing your attention on. you wanted to use it earlier but it would be better with Felix so you decided not to.

bringing your attention back to him, it's then you notice through the mirror how his eyes have been lingering around your sternum.

"lix?"

"hmm?" he answers, his gold-ringed hand absentmindedly squeezing your hip. you smile at how cute he is.

"look at the camera baby" a small chuckle leaves you when get flustered at being caught ogling you.

right the camera. what the hell is he thinking? you took a picture from your phone and Felix leaned in for a final pose. he thought that was it but you suddenly took his camera from his hand, placing it on the glass table beside the sink.

“we haven’t taken photos on your camera yet” you drawl, eyes looking so fascinated while looking at the camera.

“oh yeah, do you want it now?”

his hand reaches for the camera but you stop him, taking his hand instead in yours so he ends up putting his arm around you while you snap another picture.

you lean back and nuzzle Felix, allowing you to feel more of his body against yours. he freezes momentarily and the small gasp that escaped from him didn't miss your ears so you leaned back further, your ass brushing against something hard.

oh.

your plan’s been doing well it seems.

"y/n, fuck, don’t do this to me please"

he knows what you're on now, his breath increasing the more you grind back on him like you didn't hear what he just said.

"hmm?" you faux your concern, making it look like you're just trying to find a good position while still clutching your phone but of course, Felix knows better.

"not right now baby" he pleads again as his body betrays him. it didn't help that your bathrobe seems to be loosening more now too, allowing him to look at your perky nipples that are peeking from it.

you place your phone by the mirror while Felix's distracted by the sight of your boobs. you pondered if you wanna record or not but relented, sparing him with your cheeky antics this time.

pulling down his veiny hand that you're still holding, you cup your left breast with it and he squeezes out of instinct, causing you to moan shamelessly in return.

his other hand travels from your hip upwards after, pulling the robe sideways, revealing your other breast to his hungry eyes. you watch him lean in to kiss your neck from the mirror's reflection then remember that he’s got makeup on.

“lix your makeup..”

his lips were almost touching the skin when your reminder stopped him. he curses internally out of frustration because you're right. there might not be enough time later to redo his makeup so he really gotta be mindful of it.

you felt Felix straighten up, shaking his head a bit to focus. you were about to tease him but both his ringed hands are now on your bare tits, kneading and squeezing knowing how much you like the sensation of those cold rings against your warm skin.

"wish i could fuck you baby" he whispers needily, voice going deeper than it already is as he grinds his dick more against your covered ass.

"what's stopping you?" you whine, clearly so stimulated with all the stimulation from his touches and the sound of his voice.

well, nothing really is so Felix obliges and turns you around to face him. his beauty knocks your breath once again, his blonde hair in a new braid complimenting a lot with the structure of his ethereal face.

"you're so pretty you know.."

a shy smile breaks out on Felix's face at your remark, more so when your hand reaches out to tuck a few strands of his hair by his ear. you scan his face until you catch his eyes, immediately seeing the lust swimming in them with his pupils already dilating.

you prop your body by the sink and shrug off your bathrobe, causing Felix's eyes to widen as he scans your naked body.

“you’re much prettier love”

he wants to kiss you so bad, shower every part of your body with his lips but he can't. he's thinking if he should just face any scolding later since you can probably help him in the department.

you smile warmly at Felix, heart fluttering at his words but you've noticed how much he’s been holding back so you begin caressing his bare chest to return his attention to you.

teasing him crosses your mind cause you love seeing him flustered, looking so cute with the pink dusting over those lovely freckles that you cherish.

"should i mark you here lixie?" you start and the look on his face changes, a slight panic emerging in his eyes at your suggestion.

the gala’s an important event for him and his friends and even if you happen to leave a mark somewhere where it’s covered under his fit later, he can’t risk other people seeing it by accident and possibly getting the both of you in trouble.

“kidding baby” you left a tender kiss on his soft skin to ease him, reeling at his deep sigh of relief from it.

you can’t possibly do that to Felix no matter how much you want to. besides, you’d have more time after anyway so you’ll just make sure to make him feel better right now to make up for all the teasing that you've put him through.

your hands continue to roam around his toned chest, fingers brushing his nipples but you instead play with the pendant of his necklace. he hums deeply, pushing his body closer to yours so you won’t forget how hard he’s been.

poor baby.

he sighs in relief once you finally untie his navy blue bathrobe, the rest of his body naked body now exposed to your eyes. you know he's been dying to fuck you so your hands continue their journey from his chest down to his abs until they reach his swollen dick.

it’s leaking so much already and you want him in your mouth but you don’t have much time.

“help me love? it’s your fault anyways” he chuckles deeply but the laughter leaves him once you grabbed his thick cock, pumping it at once to spread his precum around.

“of course baby, i’d love to” you pepper Felix’s bare chest with light kisses, basking on his deep moans that are increasing in volume the faster you stroke his cock.

his hands hurriedly untie your bathrobe, parting your legs so he can finally fuck you. he's so close already and hasn't pleasured you much yet, something that he hates each time you have sex because of his lack of self-control.

after Felix tests your pussy with his thick finger, he positions his cock at your entrance and pushes in right away.

soft moans emit from you both once he fills you to the brim. you love the stretch of being full from Felix but you also know how it affects him a lot, his eyes shutting at how wet and warm you feel around him.

he didn't mean to roll his hips before making sure that you've adjusted to his cock but he just couldn't stop. you didn't try either, closing your legs around his waist instead, your hand holding onto his arms for balance.

"b-baby, i won't last long" he breathes out, struggling to contain himself as he continues to fuck you. he opens his eyes and now they’re fixed on your face, looking so tranced as he leans in again.

but before he gave in to kissing you, your hand was quick to pull his long hair.

"no baby.." you gasp out as you do which Felix responds to with a deep whine. he's already so immersed in fucking you, ringed hands gripping your waist so hard that you're not gonna be surprised if you find any bruises there later.

he groans in protest and you tut, though a sharp thrust coaxes a choked moan from you when Felix finds that soft spot and focuses his aim there. 

“don’t wanna..ruin..your makeup..” it's light really, too subtle that you doubt anyone would even notice if it’s smudged but you don't want the both of you to get scolded later.

you're still in your right mind to stay grounded but your brain's getting cloudier when Felix continues to hit it once your back starts arching.

"fuck i hate this" he groans in frustration that he can't even kiss you. at least he'd been doing a great job so far, you look so pretty moaning his name with your hands clawing at his arms because the pleasure's becoming too much.

but Felix knows that you're also determined to not keep him here any longer.

“later hmm? want you to cum right now okay?” he shakes his head so cutely, doe eyes staring at you that your resolve almost broke.

“you first” he whines and fastens his pace, focusing on getting himself together to make sure you cum before him. you're a lot better than him when it comes to self-control but he's trying, he's been trying so hard even with your constant clenching around his cock.

his hand leaves your back to rub your clit and it took a few circles before you unravel before him. he follows your suit not long after, filling you with so much cum. your legs pull his body closer and you hug him as you both ride out your high.

smiling against Felix's bare chest, your hands are nonstop caressing his body and he honestly finds it cute. he’s smiling down at you as he runs his hand through your back to calm you down.

after a few seconds, he grabs the wet wipes from the glass table to wipe his hand before taking his special camera to take a picture of you both. your naked body against his looks amazing from this angle, even more so when you turned back to the mirror with a sly grin while laying your head against his chest.

you're both still breathless when someone's suddenly banging against the door, breaking the silence between your and Felix's exchanged breaths.

he pulls out of you quickly, causing you to whine at the lost feeling. but you didn’t get to process much when he quickly handed you a few wet wipes so you could clean up and face whoever was behind the door.

"open the door you two" the voice belonging to Chan echoes and it's strangely calm so you and Felix exchange a panicked look before hastily putting your bathrobes back on.

the door opens and a very stressed-looking Chan is looking at you both in defeat. he’s dressed already so you even feel worse for keeping Felix too long.

“come on, let's redo his makeup”

he breaks the silence when no one's saying a word. he does kinda sound stressed but you've done your best to not smudge anything on Felix's face so everything should be fine.

"no need oppa, look at him, still so flawless” you confidently smile at him and Felix just shies away both from your lovely compliment and embarrassment at Chan scrutinizing him.

the latter looks skeptical until he surveys Felix’s face before sighing in relief to find that his little brother's face looks untouched, with Felix just looking like he’s sweating normally so he didn't have to explain anything to the makeup artist.

your fingers are tracing Felix's embroidered name on his bathrobe when Chan shifts his eyes on you. he gives you a pointed look and now Felix is the one smiling in mischief.

"we’ll see you later princess"

e/n: this turned softer than i intended oml i just love him sm. i might also do another fic based on this met look of his, something of him being a fairie prince + the theme of the gala since the whole thing pissed me off sm lmao

MMMMMMMNNH

MIND EMPTY ONLY BUNNY MIMO

"Heats" with Bunny!Lee Know

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Day 2 of my Bboki-Dwae collab with @bbokicidal <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: ~900

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: gn!reader but theres pregnancy mentions in the last two quotes at the very very end of this post, constant mentions of breeding, 1 mention of a spank, overstimulation, some cum talk, using another person's clothes+scent to get off, this last one is marked with "⚠" but 1 mention of being forced down with a foot on ur head lol

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

❥ Has no real heat cycle, at least not an obvious one, since male rabbits are always ready to breed year-round.

❥ That being said, he will be very obsessive about breeding you from the very beginning of the year, usually February or March, all the way to September. You both quickly come to learn that it is because of rabbit's mating season! Which explains why he's constantly insatiable during this time frame and will usually want to go multiple rounds a day, every single day if you'll allow it.

❥ He cums super fast sometimes, so oral is not an option in his mind. He will taste you at least 3 times a day and he'll dig his nails into your thighs if you start trying to squirm away from overstimulation.

❥ Once he's got his fill and he's sure you've enjoyed yourself, he’s wasting no time to flip you onto your hands and knees. It’s his favorite position!! something something "Best for me to breed you thoroughly"

❥ He’s gonna keep your hole nice and stuffed while he roughs you around for as many rounds as he deems sufficient enough for his seed to take. (Spoiler: it's NEVER enough for him)

❥ And if he’s that deep in, that he’s giving in to his more 'primal' side, then you will be at it for hours before his mushy little brain pushes past the chants of “breed. breed. breed.” and remembers that you’re, in fact, a human and need a second to breathe.

❥ He quite literally does not care if you physically can not get pregnant... You not having the means to get pregnant or simply being on birth control will never stop him from talking or thinking about breeding you. If anything, he finds it even hotter because his minds convinces him that "If we try hard enough.."

❥ You don’t need lube when he has almost disgusting amounts of precum/cum leaking from his tip <3 So much so that you now have a towel drawer in your nightstand

❥ Much to his human side’s dismay, and to his rabbit side’s joy, he will cum buckets every 2nd time. Meaning that once that second round of the day is hitting, prepare to literally overflow due to the sheer amount of cum his heavy balls will pump into you.

❥ Oh, and don’t even think about letting any of it go to waste. The second a singular drop of his cum falls past the midpoint of your thigh, he is racing to shove it back inside where it belongs.

❥ Depending on how deep into this “headspace” he is he might even growl, which always comes out as a huff, and land a warning slap to your ass cheek. Loves to combine it with some crude comment (like the very first quote at the end of this post)

❥ If he’s reaally really into it he will mount you as best as he physically can: If you’re in a position similar to missionary, you’re getting shoved into a mating press and held in place. Or if you’re in a position similar to doggy style, you’re getting shoved flat into the sheets so he can straddle the backs of your thighs and spread your cheeks while he watches himself fuck into your tight hole <3

⚠ You didn't hear this from me but if he's particularly insatiable & has lost himself to his instincts, he may or may not hold you down with his foot on the back of your head while you're in downward doggy. This is so he can force you to sit still and fuck your brains out so that you stay pliant for him until he's ready to take a break <3 In this position, he fucks you soo much more aggressively/rougher than ever before so prepare to not be able to walk for a bit hehe

Now, let’s say he goes through one of these “mating season” fits while you’re nowhere near. Maybe in another country or state for whatever reason and there’s no possibility that you and him can reunite anytime soon.

❥ He WILL try to breed hump everything that smells like you. From using your towel(s) to tug one out all the way to humping your favorite spot on the couch until his dick is raw.

❥ This also means he will throw one of your clothes (cough 90% of the time is your worn underwear cough) onto a pillow and will rub his cock against it until he dirties it even more.

❥ But, he is a good boy. So he won’t be gross and leave his cum to seep into your clothes until you come home. He’ll be good and thoroughly clean whatever he lost his mind on and definitely will get horny again in the process

❥ You let him think he’s gotten away with it, but in reality? He cums so much that some stains just don’t go away…

Well... that and you leaving a semi-filled laundry basket just to come home to an empty basket and suspiciously clean clothes always gives him away.

“Tell this ungrateful, little hole to take what it's given and stop wasting.”

“Jagi- Fuck. Jagiya, stop wiggling so much. The deeper I am, the better I can breed you.”

"I need to cum- God, please, baby- you haveta' take it all. You owe me for being so fucking tight and wasting all my cum."

“If you keep spilling, I’ll have no choice but to fuck another couple of loads into you, Honey.”

"You're gonna be so fucking sexy, all nice and round with my kits in your tummy. Yeah? Right fucking here." As he puts his palm on your lower stomach 🥴

"Yeah? You're gonna give me a litter? Gonna have our babies runnin' around my parent's house while I stuff you full with even more of them."

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「Aphrodisiacs II」 · Masterlist

SYNOPSIS ➥ Kinktober no more, it's Christober with a Bang. 23 scandalous treats with October’s very own.

※ This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only. ※ There is no October schedule. Work will be posted as soon as it's ready.

➥ Genre/Trope: Shorts collection, Erotica, Romance (Limited availability)

⛔ — NOT suitable for readers who do not enjoy rough play and/or themes of sexual deviance. The author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve tension and some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to proceed at your own risk. 

Read full disclaimer here.

➥ Reader discretion advised — Themes of forbidden desire and perversion throughout, absolutely no moral ground—morally bankrupt & flawed characters, coarse & objectifying language, explicit sexual content. Recurring kinks & themes may apply throughout different installments.

➥ Tagging — Happy to! Kindly read the warnings carefully before asking to be tagged, and please only ask if you will be meaningfully interacting. Thank you!

CONTENTS: Tentative. Does not denote release order. · No Excuse — Free Use · Last Nerve — Pictophilia: Pt.1 · Exxxtra Credit — Age Gap: Professor · Daredevil — [Wildcard] · (Un)Worthy — Cuckolding · Wish and Command — Uniform kink · Brat House — Triple penetration · Show and Tell — Age Gap: Corruption · On My Mind — [Wildcard] · Mi Casa Es Su Casa — Hotwifing · Swish — Knifeplay · These Violent Delights — Dominatrix, SM · Hey Daddy — Age Gap: DILF · Mine — [Wildcard] · Homewrecker — Cuckqueaning · Heatwave — Werewolf · Solitary Confinement — Exhibitionism · Fine Wine — Age Gap: MILF · Priorities — [Wildcard] · Spitting Image — "Accidental" Affair · Disorient Express — CNC   · Harlequinns — Gangbang · The Bane — Forbidden love                       

「© 2024, cb97percent · No translations, rewrites, or reposts permitted」

so few words yet still felt this one in my bones (cooch)

talking dirty to chan for the first time when its already a habit for him 😵‍💫

chris definitely has a mouth on him, especially when he’s too horny to dial it back. i say it all the time but he gets so mindless when he’s in your sweet pussy that he babbles and he can’t make himself stop. so the first time you actually say something back to him really gets him wide eyed! something all whiny and desperate and pleading, he loves to know you’re just as fucked out as he is. anything out of your mouth about how big his cock is gets his ears flushing red quick, but he’ll always talk back. “big for you, baby, fuck” of course he does, because he can’t just not!! channie likes to hear really dirty words come out of your mouth. “my pussy’s so wet for you channie” or “ffffuck, gonna cum in me? gonna cum all up in my pussy, chris?” or asking him to fuck you like a slut??!! will absolutely have him fucking you so hard you can hardly breathe. he just loves when his lil butterfly is naughty, even if you stutter your way through your words. that makes it even cuter and hits him right in the closeted corruption kink lol.

PLEASE PARTTWO OH MY GODDDJEH

DISCO STICK | ft. minho

Don’t think too much, just bust that quick. Or whatever those lyrics say.

— Pairing; Lee Minho | Lee Know x Reader

— Rating; E for Explicit

— Author’s Note; I’m unwell. Minho’s fat ass cock is always staring at me and I need to be lobotomized because of it. Also, @skzms and @hyunsvngs are to blame (indirectly).

— Warnings; frottage/dry humping, pretty much enemies to lovers, big dick!lino, lino’s stupid fat bulge, reader’s insane, hate speech (it’s mild, reader just tells lino she hates him all the time lol), banter, crushes disguised as loathing, lino gets blue balled a little (he’s a lil into it), lino is stern, reader is a brat!, uhm, i think that’s all!

“I hate you.”

Minho’s only mildly offended. You don’t look nearly as menacing as you’re probably hoping for. In fact, Minho thinks the furrow between your brows and the downturn of your mouth is rather cute. You look more like a sulky toddler who’s upset to find out that Daddy was right about the tooth fairy. Only, Minho’s definitely not your father, though he can’t say he’d be any bit turned off if your pretty lips fixed themselves to call him Daddy.

“I hate you and your stupid, big, fat cock,” you whimper, grinding your hips down angrily. “Are you even hard? Why’s it so fucking big?”

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly, hands gripping your hips to help steady you into a rhythm. “It’s just the cock I was born with, princess.”

“I-Is it hard?” You ask, voice small. “M-Min.”

He feels his cock jump where it’s chubbed up, hardening steadily beneath the heat of your cunt. He wants to be nonchalant about it all, but you’re warm and whiny, all up in his space and forcing him to take notice. You hate him, huh? You have one hell of a way of showing it.

“It’s half mast right now, but if you keep moaning my name like that, I’m gonna be full grown before you know it.”

“Fuck,” you gasp, gripping into his broad shoulders. Your nails dig into his skin through the cotton of his tee and Minho wishes he were naked so he could wear your scratches pridefully.

“It’s so unfair! S-Such a big cock gone to waste.”

Minho snorts, choking on his own spit when you bounce on his bulge, glaring at him. You come down roughly and something about it sends electricity up Minho’s spine. You’re looking at him like he’s the worst human being alive, like he isn’t letting you grind your pussy all over him like a cat in heat despite the scathing words you speak at him. If he was fucking you for real, he’d have flipped you onto your back a long time ago. He would have buried his dick so deep in your guts that you’d feel him in your throat, unable to speak because it’d feel like his tip was nudging your uvula. Alas, he’s maintaining some semblance of control, respecting your disdain for him by letting you have your fun.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who’s trying to fuck me through my clothes,” he says, eyes turned downward, trained on the wet spot you’re making on his sweats. “Also, it’s a dick, not a po-go stick.”

“Shut up,” you cry, rolling your bottom lip into your mouth when his bulge stimulates your clit just right. Your skin is hot with embarrassment. “I can’t come if you’re talking; your voice is turning me off.”

That’s a real bold face lie if he’s ever heard one. Minho can feel your pussy clenching through the layers separating the two of you. That tiny hole of yours spasms every time he opens his mouth; how are you gonna tell him that his voice does nothing for you? You’re fucking stubborn, he thinks, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. You’re such a damn brat, and boy does he salivate at the thought of putting you in your place.

He’s sporting a full erection by now, cock hard and aching against the heat of you. You shiver and grind down hard, rutting your swollen, achy clit against the thickness between his thighs. You hate that you know you’re going to come like this, quick and desperate in your enemy’s lap like some horny teenager.

“I—,” you hiccup, wet eyes staring into his own, “I’m n-not letting you f-fuck me,” you stammer, rolling your hips.

He aches with frustration, but he respects it nonetheless. Minho is a man of honor, even if his thoughts are criminal.

“I know,” he laments, brown eyes glued to you. He doesn’t want to miss it when you come undone. “I’m just a means to an end, princess. Use my cock however you need.”

“God, I hate you,” you say, but the watery sob that follows says differently.

Honestly, if he were a more delusional man, he’d say you were well on your way to being in love with him. Why else would you have fixated on his cock? Why else would you be humping and grinding on him like a wanton whore, babbling to yourself about how big his dick is? The sounds you make have him gritting his teeth, the ache is his jaw the only thing keeping him from latching onto your skin and marking you up. You look so pretty this way, sat upon his cock like you are. Minho’s not sure he’s ever wanted a woman so badly.

The closing of your eyes drives him feral, a growl working its way through his chest and up out of his esophagus. He’s not in control of himself when he wraps a hand in your hair, fucking his hips up right as you’re grinding down. Your eyes snap open and a warbling noise passes your lips, and Minho can’t help but pin you with his stare.

“Eyes on me,” he sneers, snapping his hips up, bulge pressing heavily against your clit. “If you’re going to get off on my cock, you better fucking look at me while you do it.”

“Minho,” you whine, blinking up at him in a daze, “I-I’m—“

“Yeah,” he breathes, dark eyes holding you hostage. “Come on it; go ahead. Be a good girl for once.”

The moment you shudder apart is the moment Minho feels his entire DNA sequence being rewritten down to the atoms. You squeal, high pitched and breathy, a wobbly sigh of his name that makes him feel raw and frayed at the edges. Lee Minho is not one to get caught up, especially with girls who claim to hate his guts. There’s certainly a first time for everything though, and he thinks that this might be the start of a beautifully horribly disastrous fling.

“Messy girl,” he teases, staring down between your bodies. “You’ve ruined my pants.”

“Shut up! You’re such a pig.”

You slide off his lap with a groan, righting your skirt and wobbling on shaky legs. He laughs, big palms warm against your hips as he steadies you. You glare, but it holds none of the heat you want it to. Especially when your eyes are quick to the mess you made, watching his dick twitch and dribble under your gaze, making the mess more prominent. Minho smirks, using his muscles to make it bob without touching it.

“I can fuck you real good, you know,” he says, low in his throat. “Show you what big dick is really all about.”

You blink, and blink again, lip caught between your teeth. It’s a bad idea. Fucking Lee Minho is a really, no good, rotten, terrible idea. You hate him, he hates you. On the flip side, dick like that only comes around once in a lifetime and you’d be a fool to let it slip through your fingers.

“You can’t come inside me,” you blurt out as agreement, “And this gets out to no one.”

“Sure,” he answers, giddy but honest, “Whatever you say, princess. Your pussy, your rules.”

“Good,” you nod, stalling.

Minho rolls his eyes. So much all that bravado you had ten minutes ago. That’s okay though, Minho’s sure he knows how to handle you now.

“C’mon,” he says, standing and grabbing your hand. “You’re gonna want to be in a bed when I finally blow your back out, but don’t worry! Foreplay first!”

“You make it sound so sleazy,” you groan, feeling your cunt drip in your panties.

Minho’s responding laugh is loud and ugly and you still hate him. A voice in your head that sounds way too much like Felix telling you that this a bad idea.

You follow him anyways.

© hyungszn 2024; please do not copy, steal, repost, modify, translate, or recommend on any other platform without my permission!

thinking about being drunk in the back of a car with minho…

tags: drunken decisions!!!!, bsf!lee minho x afab!reader, kissing, making out, spit, fingersss, no actual smut but kind of implied, driver!changbin is fed up

author’s note: not sure if this is considered dubcon due to drunken consent but if you don’t like don’t read!! both characters are functioning and understanding of what’s going on despite drinking, NEVER hook up with someone who is past the point of awareness.

purely fiction, minors dni

you probably shouldn’t have drank as much as you did- if your blurry vision was anything to go by.

as fuzzy as everything around you felt, minho’s beauty suddenly stuck out to you clearer than it ever had before. you never really took in how perfect his features were; his perfectly sculpted nose now scrunched up cutely between two sharp, feline like eyes that currently struggled to maintain focus on changbin, the designated driver of the night, as he attempted to hold a conversation with the tipsy man.

“min,” you eventually whispered. his eyes flickered towards you, to which you finally got to admire his dark orbs under a slight state of intoxication. his eyes were more than alluring; you’d have no problem stare into them forever.

“hmm?” he questioned, his voice low and husky to match the faintness of your own. you didn’t immediately respond, being too busy admiring his features. your attention travelled down to his pink lips: they still looked wet from the drinks he was previously taking down, glistening from the reflection of the moon through the car window. “…what?” he asked again, his voice curious yet playful as his lips turned up in a smirk.

“…nothing,” you reply. “you just look nice.”

‘nice’ is not the word you wanted to use. best friends tell each other they look nice all the time. ‘you look nice’ is the phrase you use to compliment each other before a first date or when dolling yourselves up for a night out.

maybe it’s just because your sex life had been rather dry recently, but what you really wanted to tell him was how hot he was making your body feel. just being next to him and appreciating his features made your face flush with a heavy and sudden lust. minho’s fierce eyes were lidded and faded, yet you still felt intimidated under his gaze. the way he was staring into you, trying to decipher your true intentions, had your thighs shifting together- a small detail that failed to go unnoticed by minho.

“i look nice?” he repeated in a slur. his hand landed on your leg under the guise of holding his balance when the car drove over a small bump. your lower region tingled up at the light touch. “you look nice,” he replied.

“no,” you simply responded, turning your face away from his. he leaned closer, his face following yours. he cocked his head to the side to try and read your face that avoided him so persistently. your cheeks were now visibly red, feeling unbelievably warm from his close proximity.

“no? but you always look nice.” his pretty lips were molded into a pout when you finally faced him again. his body was now extremely close to yours, his leg only a hairs length away from pressing against yours.

you tried to look into his eyes again, you truly did, but his lips look much more enticing in your buzzed state. despite minho’s clouded mind, he was certainly alert to where your lidded eyes settled on his face. you merely whined in response to his compliment, the only form of reply you could manage, before he took your cheek in his palm. “you know you always look good, right?” he practically purred, forcing you to finally make eye contact.

his fingers trailed from your cheek and down to your chin, and now it was his turn to stare at your pretty lips. electricity ran through your body under his intense gaze. your lips subconsciously fell into a pout, presenting them deliciously to minho’s view.

it felt like forever before he finally leaned in with a hum, kissing your lips slowly and tenderly.

the way he kissed you was a contrast to his feisty personality. his lips moved against yours in a steady rhythm, taking his time as if it was the last time he’d ever lay his lips on another human. for how riled up he had you, you weren’t expecting him to pace you like this. his hand that wasn’t resting on your chin rubbed at your thigh, pulling small noises from your mouth that vibrated through the passionate kiss.

you could taste the alcohol lingering on his tongue when he finally welcomed it into your mouth. you took initiative in intensifying the kiss, an unexpected bout of courage leading you to bite down softly on his bottom lip. his eyes opened momentarily, catching yours as you mentally panicked that you may have crossed a line. you didn’t have a lot of time to overthink it, because minho eagerly returned the gesture after a moment’s time, pulling at your bottom lip between his teeth as he groped your thigh with a little more fervor. the man was practically straddling you at this point.

you had to stop yourself from moaning out, nearly forgetting about changbin in the front seat of the car. as if on cue, you heard a loud gasp of your names coming from the front of the car.

“yah! what are y- in my car???” changbin cried as he met your eyes in the rear view mirror. your face flushed and you hid yourself in minho’s neck.

“we’re just kissing, relax!” minho scoffed in response, settling back into his seat.

“i don’t care! it starts as kissing, then kissing turns to fucking in the back of my car!”

in the midst of changbin’s complaints, you watched minho’s fingers lift up to his lips in the corner of your eye. his digits slid past his bow-shaped lips momentarily, returning to your view coated in a thick layer of saliva. your wide eyes followed his slender fingers as they drew closer to your face, your mouth unwillingly gaped open. he tapped two fingers on your bottom lip, an unspoken request that you gladly obeyed.

your lips captured his spit-covered fingertips, little by little taking in the whole length of his digits. your lidded eyes maintained contact with his steady gaze. if it wasn’t for the prominent tent in his pants that twitched at each swirl of your tongue, you wouldn’t think he was phased by your actions at all. it felt messy, you felt like taking everything he would give you, and he was absolutely dominating your mind.

his fingers curled down your throat, triggering a small gag that had changbin whipping his head around and losing control of the car.

“what the f- can you guys NOT?”

to that, minho practically lunged at you, instantaneously replacing his fingers with his mouth and pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips. the kiss sounded as messy as it felt. his tongue danced around yours in a lustful exchange of saliva that drooled down your own chin.

it was over as soon as it started though, or at least it felt like it. minho pulled his whole body away from you and once again sat back in his designated seat under harsh glares from the irritated driver.

changbin sighed out, visibly aggravated at the two of you. “minho if you’re not in the front seat in ten seconds, i’m calling the cops and asking them to pull me over.”

you peeked over at minho who exchanged an amused glance with you. he leaned over to level his lips with your ear. “stay at mine tonight?” he practically purred, his fingers ghosting over your thigh and his breath tickling your neck. you nodded a little too quickly, to which minho smirked and patted your leg. he then stood up and crawled across the body of the car, taking his place next to changbin in the passengers seat and muttering a small “cockblocker” under his breath.

in a clouded state of drunk and horny, you didn’t care much about the sober consequences that the next day would bring. you missed his presence next to you, but you knew he’d make up for it once you were both finally out of this damned car.

hard thoughts; lmh

tags: dom!minho, afab!reader, fingering, hickies, smacking, ruined orgasms, reader is sort of a brat, use of “slut/whore”, not proofread just bored and horny

imagining lee minho fucking you in some alleyway behind a club after you tested his patience and flirted with the bartender.

“m-min- we’re gonna get caught!” you whispered frantically between minho’s lips. you could hardly call what the two of you were doing kissing; it was more like an attack, his teeth occasionally pulling at your bottom lip and his tongue down your throat.

he pulled away momentarily before harshly groping your ass cheeks that were barely hidden by your short dress and taunting him all night. “i don’t give a fuck,” he growled out. “i hope your little playmate finds us. he’ll see me fucking you better than he could ever try to.” minho used your hips to press you forcefully against his hard-on.

you rolled your eyes. “he’s not my playmate. i was just being nice to him,” you scoffed. minho glared daggers into your challenging gaze before he suddenly bent down to nip at your neck, a yelp escaping your lips. “o-ow!”

“then let me leave something to show off for the next time you wanna be ‘nice’,” he muttered, sucking a dark bruise into your skin. you couldn’t hold back the borderline pained moans caused by his marking, which only encouraged him to continue. his hands hiked up your dress, displaying your thin panties to anyone who might be passing by. without breaking away from your neck, two fingers slid underneath the fabric. minho rubbed your clit painfully slow, a harsh contrast to the way he was attacking your flesh. he only pulled away when the whole crevice between your jaw and your collar bones were painted a deep purple.

you didn’t even get the chance to complain about how much makeup you’d have to use to cover your neck before he turned you around and pressed your front against a wall. he landed a hard smack on your ass that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “i don’t wanna hear another word from you unless you’re begging, got it?” minho grunted into your ear, grinding his hardness against your clothed pussy. you whined in response, which wasn’t good enough for him. he smacked you again. “i asked you a question.”

“y-yes, got it,” you whimpered, yelping when minho swiftly ripped your panties down your thighs. his fingers slid into your hole that was definitely leaking your wetness, fucking your juices back into you. you moaned out as he thrusted two fingers in and out of you, hooking and splitting them in a rhythm he knew you loved.

“that good?” he hummed, his lips suddenly against the back of your neck. “you know, i don’t even think you know this pussy as well as i do. i don’t think you can cum without me, but here you are, flirting with every cock you see. such a slut.” his pace sped up, his other hand trailing down your front to find your clit.

“were you just trying to make me jealous? you knew this was gonna happen, yeah? you knew if you riled me up enough you’d be getting filled in the back of the club. this is dirty. you’re fucking dirty. dirty fucking whore,” minho spat out as your pussy throbbed around his digits, his words pulling you towards your orgasm. you were reduced to a moaning, blabbering mess in front of him: your cheek pressed up against some wall behind a building, practically naked for anyone’s eyes to see as he absolutely ruined you without stripping off even a piece of his clothing yet. he was right, this was dirty. but you loved every second of it.

“are you gonna cum?” he questioned, knowing very well the answer. you nodded meekly, feeling the pressure in your abdomen at its tightest. “you’re gonna cum? that’s funny,” he laughed out loud before immediately retracting his fingers right as you came, your hole clenching around absolutely nothing as you cried out.

“n-no, no no,” you whined, trying to press back against him in search for something to help you ride out your ruined orgasm. minho’s body swerved away from you, and you could feel his dark eyes just watching you cry out in frustration with an evil grin on his lips. you slid down to your knees, legs too shaken to hold yourself up. you turned around to face minho, your face scrunched up in irritation with tears pricking the corners your eyes. “w-why would you do that??”

“you’re lucky you even got to cum at all,” he barked out. he crouched down, grabbing your chin. he rested his forehead on yours, never once breaking eye contact with an unreadable gaze. “listen to me: we’re going home and you’re gonna make me cum until i tell you we’re done. then maybe i’ll think about letting you cum on my cock, but you’re not getting shit when you act like a stupid whore.”

he dropped your face suddenly, giving you whiplash. he waited for you to nod in understanding before he pressed a small kiss to your temple, momentarily breaking his dominant facade. he stood up and turned away from you, leaving you to collect yourself and sloppily chase after him as he walked towards your car.

as much as you needed a shower, sleep, and to get out of that tight dress, you knew you weren’t gonna get much of anything you wanted when you got home. it was okay though; you knew what you were getting into from the second you returned that bartender’s flirty smile.

a/n: beyond grateful for the likes and feedback on my last two drabbles<33 just felt like putting something short out for u guys, thank u for reading!!:)

aphrodisiacs; hhj

tags: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader, pre-established relationship, sex chocolate, messy unprotected sex, oral (f. rec), dry humping, dirty talk, squirting, (attempted) humor, aftercare, i want their relationship

you were convinced it was fake. when you and your boyfriend visited a sex shop out of pure boredom and found the chocolate bar, you had doubts that it would actually work. you weren’t sure what drove you to actually purchase the candy, but soon enough you found yourself sitting at home next to hyunjin with the candy in your lap.

“apparently dark chocolate increases your sex drive?” hyunjin broke the silence as the two of you stared at the bar, observing its label.

“yeah, but like, what else is in it?” you examined the packaging but every word sounded foreign to you. “what if we get sick or something?”

“i doubt that,” hyunjin hummed as he searched for reviews of the product. “if anything it’s just normal chocolate. but, actually… people are saying it works pretty good.” his eyes were squinted, brows furrowed as he read through comments.

you were still suspicious as you tore open the wrapping, but still broke off half of the bar and handed the other piece to hyunjin. you were breaking off a square when the sudden sound of chewing filled your ears. you looked back up at hyunjin and found him holding his part of the chocolate with a shark-like bite taken out of the whole half. “are you crazy??”

“what?” he questioned through a full mouth.

“hyunjin, you shouldn’t be eating normal chocolate like that, nevermind drugged chocolate.” your palm hid your face as you sighed out.

“it’s not drugs. it’s sex chocolate. it’s different,” he said matter-of-factly with an accusing glare towards you. you decided to pick your battles on this one, choosing to respond with another deep sigh. he finished his half of the bar and got up, stretching his arms up. “i’m gonna shower. let’s see if this thing really works when i’m done, hmm?” he leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead, a suggestive smirk playing on his lips. you shoved him away playfully but smiled back at him, dismissing him to his shower.

it’d been about a half hour after the two of you had eaten the chocolate, you steadily finishing off your half while hyunjin showered. you laid in your bed after changing into a sleep shirt and small shorts. the water turned off, finally, and your ears perked up to a faint sound from your shared bathroom.

“babe?” you called out, but you didn’t get a response. another few minutes went by until the bathroom door swung open, hyunjin’s lower body wrapped in a towel.

hyunjin definitely seemed off, his eyes focusing down to his feet as he approached you on your bed. he sat next to you and you just stared, concerned. “it works.” his voice was barely a whisper.

“hm?”

“the chocolate, it works.” you noticed the red flush on his cheeks, obscured by his long hair covering his face until he pushed it back with his fingers; his long, slender fingers weaving down his wet locks of hair. your eyes then landed on his toned torso, milky white skin glistening from the wetness of his shower. down a little lower was his groin area that sported a delicious tent underneath the towel.

you don’t know when your mind started to feel so cloudy, but all you did know was that the sight of your boyfriend next to you was not helping in the least.

“i’m so hard it hurts,” hyunjin admitted in a whimper, refusing to make eye contact with you. “… do you feel anything?”

you opened your mouth to reply, but your eyes were fixed on his plump pink lips, parted slightly as he breathed out. he finally looked at you after you didn’t respond, catching your intense stare in the act. you barely even noticed how his cock twitched at the sight of you, distracted and unable to form words by the sight of him.

you only broke out of your trance once hyunjin leaned closer to you, staring up at him with big doe eyes and pink cheeks. “do you feel anything?” he repeated under his breath, now taking his turn to flicker his gaze down to your lips.

you only slightly nodded your head before he captured your lips in his. while hyunjin typically enjoyed slow, romantic make-out sessions that led to intimate sex, it was apparent early on that this wouldn’t be your typical routine. it took little time before the kiss became intense, his tongue licking into your mouth like you were his last meal. he palmed at your waist, picking you up to shift you onto his lap. his hands lowered to your hips and you arched your back at the touch. his breathing turned to airy moans as you rolled your hips against him, his hands supporting your movements to grind you down. you felt his cock throb underneath the towel.

hyunjin let out a small whine and tugged at the waistband of your shorts. you pulled away slowly, your eyes heavy under a haze of lust. “off,” hyunjin whimpered desperately. you obeyed, raising off his hips to pull the fabric down your legs. hyunjins mouth gaped open as he stared at your panties, causing you to look down to where he was fixed.

you were drenched. your arousal soaked the thin fabric of your white panties, outlining the shape of your pussy as it stuck to the cloth. small dribbles of your wetness dripped down your inner thigh, falling where the towel laid over hyunjins cock.

hyunjin nearly pounced at you, quickly turning you both over so that you were pinned underneath him. he lowered himself down your legs, lapping your juices clean off your thighs, leaving hickies and love bites in its place. you couldn’t stop the moans that escaped your mouth when you looked down at him, a feral look in his eyes once he began to lick your pussy over your underwear. you swore he was about to lick a hole into your panties before he finally ripped them off your legs.

your thighs clenched around his head as he ate you out with a fervor you’ve never seen from him. “hyune- oh my god-“ you panted, high pitched whines leaving your throat. hyunjin’s towel had been long discarded, leaving his pretty dick on display. his hips rut against the mattress, red tip leaking precum. you felt your high approaching embarrassingly quick.

your mouth fell open in a choked sob once his fingers circled your clit, his tongue still desperately fucking into your hole. the stimulation was getting to be too much, but when he swapped his fingers to thrust inside you while his tongue licked around your sensitive slit, your orgasm slammed into you like a truck. you all but screamed out as he continued finger-fucking you through your high, his pace barely slowing as he breathed out hot moans into your heat. once you smacked at the top of his head, signaling the oversensitivity, he chuckled out breathlessly and laid on top of you.

“.. so good, so good.” his mouth found yours once again, resuming your intense make-out as his hands shimmied up your sleep shirt. he was insatiable, wet cock twitching against your leg but focused entirely on your pleasure.

“hyune, put it in,” you pleaded in between moans as his fingers found your nipple. he rolled the bud in between two fingers, chuckling softly at your helpless response.

“put what in?” he smirked against your lips, pulling away to observe your fucked-out expression. ironic, since he didn’t look all that there, either.

“don’t tease!” you groaned, rolling your eyes as you attempted to roll your hips up impatiently. hyunjin grabbed your hips and pushed them down into the bed, where he positioned his cock between your spread lega. you let out another groan as he opted for sliding his cock between your folds. of course it felt good, but you needed more. “hyunjinnnn!”

“you have to tell me what you want, baby,” he dipped his head in between the crease of your neck and began to suck on the skin. “what do you need from me?”

“i need your cock,” you breathed out, voice low and humiliated. hyunjin raised an eyebrow, an amused grin playing on his lips. he continued to roll against your slit, your wetness coating his shaft. “pleasepleaseplease, baby i need you inside me, i need you to fill me up or i’m-!”

hyunjin cut you off by thrusting into you in one quick motion, bottoming out immediately. a deep groan vibrated the skin of your neck as you moaned out loud. hyunjin gave you a moment to adjust to the sudden intrusion before he set a quick pace off the bat. “f-u-uckkk…” hyunjin grunted out between each thrust, pulling away from you to sit up with his head leaned back. his eyes were squeezed shut and his jaw fell slack as allowed himself to fall deeply into his heightened senses, falling so deeply into the feeling of you.

hyunjin was a beautiful sight in general, but there was something intoxicating about the way he looked while he fucked you. especially now, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, he looked simply in utter bliss. a red flush had spread from his cheeks and down his chest. his skin was still damp from the shower, but now it was hot with sweat that built up from the intense pace he rutted into you at. his lips were swollen red from kissing you so fervently.

he was just stunning, especially when he looked so messy and fucked out like this.

“you feel so good,” hyunjin growled out, his breath broken and punctuated by each thrust into your heat. you were completely speechless at this point, mind blank of nothing but hyunjin and his cock. “so good, you feel so… hnng, fuck.”

you’ve never came more than once in such little time before, but you surely felt the familiar knot forming in your core as hyunjin lost himself above you. your cunt throbbed around his length, warning him of your approaching orgasm that you couldn’t get the words out to do. hyunjin took quick notice and pulled out, leaving you crying at the empty feeling.

before you could protest he quickly maneuvered you onto your stomach, pulling your ass up to level with his dick as he leaned back on his knees. he swiftly re-entered your warmth and slammed into you at a nearly inhumane pace. you didn’t realize you were drooling until you took note of the pillow underneath your cheek, damp with your saliva.

two of hyunjin’s slim fingers travelled down between your legs and circled your clit, slipping you completely into a submissive space as you bordered the edge of an orgasm. the front of his body pressed against the back of yours as his thrusts became shallow and messy.

“‘m gonna cum, baby, ‘m gonna fill you up so good,” he slurred out, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses upon your shoulder blades. “.. fuck, keep clenching like that, cum with me, ohhh my fuck-“

the desperation in your boyfriends words, the way his hot breath tickled your skin as he panted against your body paired with the speed hyunjin rubbed your clit was what tipped you over the edge. your voice broke out in a cry and your vision went fuzzy, body convulsing underneath him. you felt your legs shake and an unfamiliar wetness spray your thighs and stomach, sending hyunjin into an equally intense orgasm.

hyunjin moaned out filthy words of praise and soft ohhhs as his hot cum painted your insides, his cock throbbing until he was absolutely milked dry. he rutted into you slowly until the both of rode out your highs, leaving you both panting, wet messes.

it took a while before either of you spoke, but hyunjin was the first to do so. “… that chocolate worked better than i thought it would,” he laughed. he pulled out cautiously, leaning back to observe the way your mixed fluids leaked out of your spent hole.

“what just happened?” you sighed, your face falling into your palms. hyunjin giggled, causing you to laugh with him. he moved you on to your back, smiling and kissing your forehead before cuddling up next to you. “what are you so giddy for?”

“i didn’t know you could squirt.” the grin on his lips only widened as you shoved his shoulder playfully.

“i didn’t either!” you whined, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“we should go back to that shop.” he wrapped both of his arms around you and held you tight.

“what you should do is take another shower, you feel disgusting.”

“come with me for round two?”

“you’re funny.”

a/n: i cant believe the seungmin drabble i posted yesterday got 100+ notes!!! thank u guys sm🤍🤍 i tried my best with this one but i got frustrated bc i lost a good chunk of what i wrote towards the end and then rushed the rest but i hope it’s still okay:) thanks for reading!!!

friends w benefits; ksm

tags: dom!seungmin, afab!reader, oral (m rec), facefucking, recording, a lil soft aftercare

“ just like that,” seungmin grunted under his breath.

if his head wasn’t thrown back against the wall, you would be able to see his usually soft puppy-like features contorted in pleasure as you take his cock down your throat.

however, he couldn’t let you know how crazy you made him.

he couldn’t let you know how affected he was by the way your hips swayed to the music during their group practice earlier, the curves of your body hugged by small shorts and a white tank top that allowed him a glimpse of your cleavage every time you bent down.

he couldn’t let you see the way his cock twitched in his pants when you dragged him by the wrist into the closet after the practice had concluded, teasing and whispering into his ear how his staring didn’t go unnoticed for the last few hours spent together.

and he absolutely couldn’t let you find out about how his heart melted when you pressed your lips against his, molded in a perfect rhythm that made him want you in more ways than the horny arrangement the two of you had going on for the last few weeks.

however what seungmin could let you notice was how jealous he got when he found his members sneaking peaks at what was his and his only. he took note of how low minho’s hands sat on your body as he adjusted your position, or how jeongin sneaked over to stand directly behind you every time the dance called for you to be leaned over, perfectly displaying your ass for the world to see.

so that’s how you ended up taking seungmin’s cock in a storage closet.

saliva pooled down your chin at each bob of your head, accompanied by small whines that would escape your throat unwillingly. seungmin loved it. he loved the mess, he loved seeing you absolutely ruined for him.

when seungmin glanced back down at you, he noticed the way your fingers had snuck down into the waistband of your shorts, your back arched as you ground yourself against your own palm.

with a scoff, he pulled away from you.

“minnie-“ you chased the head of his dick with your lips. “more, more please,” you begged with a choked sob, too far out of your mind.

“did i tell you to touch yourself?” he scowled, gripping the back of your scalp to force your eyes to meet his above you.

you babbled out a mantra of weak apologies for disobeying the man in front of you. he glared down at you for a moment before he harshly released his grip on your hair, your head left spinning.

“you know what happens,” he sighed in mock disappointment. “open your mouth. good girl, look at you.”

seungmin’s thumb softly traced your open jaw, contrasting the way he forced his throbbing cock down your throat. you whimpered and gagged around his length, struggling to take him all in without the support of your fist. “fuuck, take it baby, shit.”

he set a brutal pace from the start, not letting your mouth adjust to the stretch of his full size before fucking your throat relentlessly. each thrust of his hips pulled a humiliating sound out of you, but it only egged him on further.

tears stung the corners your eyes, threatening to fall down your flushed cheeks from the pressure down your throat. if seungmin noticed, he didn’t seem to care much since his pace refused to slow down. gruff pants escaped seungmin’s lips, building up a sweat through his persistent thrusts.

“ahh, fuck, look at you, hnng,” he managed out, one hand tangling itself back into your hair and the other reaching out to a nearby shelf. it wasn’t until a bright flash broke you out of your fucked-out trance that you processed what was going on. under heavy eyes, you peeked up above you to be met with the back of his phone.

you whined out a sound of protest but couldn’t bring yourself to fight against him. the tears spilled down your face in utter humiliation as he recorded the scene below him: his thick cock shoved down your tight little mouth, your hair entangled between his fingers as he kept you set in place. you knew the camera would pick up the saliva that dripped down your chin, staining your white tank top with pools of drool as proof to what was happening.

the image of your ruined figure must’ve been so messy, so stimulating to the man above you because it only took a few seconds before he began to fall apart.

“jesus fucking- shit, you look so hot right now, holy fuck,” seungmin’s voice raised in pitch as he approached his orgasm. “you’re all mine. ‘m gonna cum now baby, you’re gonna take it? take it all for me?”

you couldn’t manage a response, so you flattened your tongue against his angry red tip and hummed a small noise that vibrated the length of his dick between your lips. he choked out a groan before he hit his high, shoving his cock as far as it could go down your throat as it throbbed with its release. his knees buckled as his seed painted the walls of your mouth, it’s salty tinge causing your throat to constrict and milk the rest of him. he muttered a mix of curses and soft praises under his breath as he came down, ending the video and slowly retracting himself from you. he slid down the wall he had been leaning against as he caught his breath.

once he sat in front of you, eyes closed and lightly exhaling, you let your upper body fall into his lap. the fingers that previously tore at your scalp gently weaved through the strands of your hair, allowing you to recover from the intense stimulation only moments before. you took deep breaths and let seungmin soothe your racing heart.

“shh,” he whispered, running his fingers down your shoulders. “you’re so good for me.”

seungmin was glad you had your eyes closed, because if they were open, you’d see how lovingly he stared down at you. you’d see the small smile that played on his lips as you steadily regained control of yourself. you’d see his mouth opening to say something, anything to fill the silence in the air, and maybe even finally ask if you felt the same way as him.

as bad as he wanted to, he couldn’t risk losing whatever relationship the two of you had going on now. so, he closed his lips, choosing to savor what he had of you.

besides, the more time that the two of you stayed in that closet meant the longer you could procrastinate facing the rest of the boys, who had been waiting for the two of you in the car so they could finally leave.

a/n: thank u for reading!!🤍🤍

thinking of writing again so i’m reblogging the oldies!!!

too much?; hjs

tags: han jisung x fem!reader, smut, dry humping, not proof read:,)

“slow down, baby,” jisung breathed, pulling his lips away to get the words out before eagerly returning to their rightful spot against yours. it’d been too long since you’d seen your boyfriend, his tour lasting a few months with little breaks in between for him to come home to you.

tonight, though, you had him all to yourself.

you pounced on him from the moment he walked through the door, wanting nothing more than to rip his clothes off and take all of him but not having the patience to do so.

your hips rolled against his as you straddled him on the couch, your fingers traveling from his long brown hair to his sensitive chest, then down to tease the waistband of his boxers. his hands kneaded at the back of your clothed thighs, supporting the movements of your hips along his crotch despite his empty whines to slow down. you couldn’t get enough of each other.

as far away as he could go and for as long as he needed to be gone, your lips never forgot how to mold around each other in the right way. you knew the ins and outs of each others bodies and no amount of time apart could make any moment together less special and intimate than the last.

you pulled away from his spent lips to explore his neck, sucking and biting around the area enough to border pain and pleasure.

“missed you,” you purred into his skin, leaving sloppy kisses on each mark you made. jisung couldn’t hold back his low whines, desperation evident through his hard-on that you felt twitch under his pants with each grind of your lower body. “i need you so bad.”

“i-i want…” jisung cut himself off with a groan, throwing his head back and bucking up into you at a particularly hard bite against his neck, unable to contain his own movements.

“missed you so much,” he continued. “wanna fuck you so bad, baby. wanna ruin you… s-slow down,” his voice almost came out as a whimper, feeling his high approach a little too quickly for his liking. he couldn’t help it, you were driving him crazy.

once you pulled away to look at him, you took notice of how fucked out he already seemed. his lips were parted and glistening with a mixture of yours and his saliva, and his eyes fluttered every time your nails grazed the slimness of his waist.

at that moment, you realized you had him wrapped around your finger.

“ ‘s it too much for you, sungie?” you asked, your eyes never breaking contact with his as you pulled your shirt over your head, discarding it somewhere to be forgotten. his eyes fell to your bare chest, and he looked like he could cum at just the sight alone.

you took your soft breasts into your palms and pushed them into each other, putting on the best show you could for the practically hypnotized man underneath you. your hips never stopped circling his cock, restricted by the fabric of his boxers but the friction delicious against his most sensitive parts.

jisung let out sharp whines at each grind, signaling how close he was from only a bit of dry humping. his brows were furrowed together and his eyes were shut, his mind trying to focus on anything except how he was about to ruin his boxers. “baby, s-stop, i-i-“

“you’re close, yeah?” you purred into his ear, kissing the lobe before moaning softly. he shook his head in denial, but you didn’t miss the way his back arched off the sofa as he held back a groan.

“let me fuck you, please,” he finally opened his eyes and stared up at you, his desperate, sultry gaze somehow making you wetter than you already were. it was tempting to give in, but the thought of your boyfriend making a mess of himself underneath you was even more tempting.

“wanna see you cum first,” you moaned in response, the pace you set with your hips increasing gradually. “wanna see you make a mess for me, will you? will you let me see?” and with that, it was like you set off a trigger in his brain.

jisung’s eyes rolled and he threw his head back, succumbing to your demands. “fuucck, oh fuck,” he groaned. “i’m so close, b-baby, keep going like that, j-just like that…”

his chants grew into incoherent babbling as his knees flexed underneath you, his hips meeting yours in each grind. it only took you reaching your hands under the fabric of his shirt to massage his nipples for him to finally cum with a loud moan.

“fuck!” he groaned, his eyes squeezed shut and his hips thrusting on their own accord to ride out his orgasm. “shit, fuck, oh my god,” he panted, burying his head into your neck.

you placed a hand on his hair and waited for him to come back to you, rubbing his scalp in light circles. when he looked back up at you, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “missed me?” you teased, glancing down at the wet spot on his crotch.

his cheeks flushed and he laughed, his forehead resting on yours. “obviously,” he hummed, still winded from the intensity of his orgasm.

you attempted to pull your body off of his, but your boyfriend’s hands gripped your waist and pulled you back down. as tired as he was, he smirked at you and said, “don’t think we’re finished yet, you still haven’t came.”

hear me out...chan trying to fit it in but he's too big and he's whispering all kinds of stuff trying to get you to take it and you're frustrated and needy and you're just so !! done !! because it feels empty and he's so close yet he's not in and finally finally, his thick tip catches and he inches in agonizingly slow simply to hear you whine for it

꒰୨୧◞ ⤷ ❛❛ TOO BIG ! ❜❜ .ᐟ bang chan.

[ ⟡ ] ── minors do not interact ! ⭑ fem!reader , soft dom!chan , est. relationship , monster cock chris lol , size kink , dirty talk , praise kink , daddy kink , missionary/mating press , unprotected sex , bulge kink

a/n ⸝⸝ happy (late) comeback day !! i’m not very proud of this drabble but it’s here and i’m posting it anyway lol <3 save me big dick chris.. save me..

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“it’s too big, channie,” you whimper, peering down between your legs— the big fat tip of chan’s cock throbs an angry red as he slides it up between your pussy lips, taps it against your fluttering hole. your ankles dangle in the air over his shoulders, thighs pushed up to your chest by his body pinning you against the mattress, so close you could feel his hot breath, ache for a kiss from the plump, spit-slick lips he bit in arousal. he grips the base of his shaft in one hand, guiding it to push at your rim; you’re frightened by the sheer size of it, thick as a can, veins fat and pulsing… the pressure of it was already overwhelming yet you roll your hips down eagerly, desperate for it to slide in and fill you up.

“shh, stay still, babygirl,” chan coos so sweet, his veiny hand splayed out across your tummy. “and take this fucking cock. daddy knows you can.”

your pussy is making it difficult, so wet chan’s cock misses your hole, slides up your folds to bump against your clit. you shake in pleasure and frustration, reaching your hand down to take ahold of chan’s cock yourself— chan lets you with a warm smile, his thick arms shaking with every slick twist of your hand.

“you need me that bad, baby?” he chuckles, breathless. “thought you said it was too big.”

“i’m so empty,” you whine in response, angling his flared head to spear your core. “need your big cock, daddy—“ finally, finally his tip catches and slides in, sudden yet so achingly slow, your eyes rolling back in tandem with chan’s deep, guttural groan; the stretch burns deliciously, clouds over your senses as your mouth drops open in a moan for more.

“there you go, baby, just like that,” chan continues to bully his cock in past your tight rim, slow and gentle— but there’s nothing gentle about the way he fills you up, inch by fat, throbbing inch stretching your wet gummy walls to their limits. you can feel every ridge, every vein drag hot and heavy… you let go of his shaft in favor for scratching deep red marks into his flexing bicep, scrambling for something to hold on to and ground you. “daddy’s good girl, taking his cock so well— feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“b-big—!” you croak in a daze, an echo of your earlier sentiments; it was all you could manage to make yourself say, rendered brainless in an instant as chan’s blunt cockhead kisses your cervix. “so— so fucking big! ‘n deep, daddy, fuck—“

“yeah?” chan huffs, hips stuttering flush against yours. “am i too big for your little cunt, baby? feel me all the way up here?”

he presses down on the bulge his cock makes in your belly, causing the both of you to keen, your little dripping pussy fluttering around his cock as he twitches inside of you; you desperately want him to move, start pounding your pussy like you’ve been wanting so, so badly… you eagerly nod at chan’s teasing words, buck your hips the best you can folded in half. “yes, yes!” you wail, voice slurred, “give it to me daddy, please!”

“you’re so pretty when you’re begging for me, angel,” chan grins crookedly, pulling his hips back to slide himself out of your hole. you hold your breath in wicked anticipation. “beg some more and i’ll give you what you need.”

Han Jisung constantly being reduced to some lesser version of himself for struggles with anxiety/mental health, being rampantly feminized because he’s become 1/2 of the face of a popular ship within the fandom and consequently not fairly recognized for the sheer individual GENIUS he is; finally making a personal instagram and casually posting all the song covers he wants to, getting 3 tattoos in one session just because he can. Trusting us enough to share what the tattoos are on a fancall- sharing little tidbits of his personal life when he’s ready, and keeping things sacred to him when he’s still able to. Seeing him have this autonomy over himself and embrace the creative person he is and always has been is so, so refreshing. Maybe we’ll never know him beyond a killer instagram song cover, we’ll never see his baby photos or perhaps even bear witness to his first few tattoos. But we do know he cried 3 times watching the movie “Up”. And the little glimpses we get into his personality and his artistic vision as he walks this fine line between privacy and rawness as an idol are nothing short of endearing. I don’t know what was in those contract renegotiations, but he’s never seemed more like himself.

Han Jisung my multi-faceted muse. Do whatever you want if it means you’ll always be this fulfilled

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「Rude Awakening」 · Masterlist

SYNOPSIS ➥ After being banished for repeatedly fraternizing with his worshippers, The God of Infatuation has to find a single devotee to end his exile and earn his godhood back.

When he arrogantly steps into that debauched rock club for what he thinks is one last palate cleanser, he has no idea he's about to meet the woman that will bring him to his knees.

Literally and figuratively.

※ This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only.

➥ God/Rockstar!Hyunjin x Rockstar!Reader (f): Urban Fantasy, Dark Romance, Erotica

➥ Commissioned by @skzfelixlove

⛔ — Not suitable for readers who might get triggered by rough play and/or themes of sexual deviance. The author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve tension and some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to read at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.

⚠ — Reader discretion advised: Morally bankrupt characters overall, religious undertones, rockstar-typical unhinged behavior, kink introduction/exploration, obsession, stalking/invasion of privacy, potential horror elements, crass & heavily objectifying language, explicit sexual content, violence.

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CONTENT · Coming soon...

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