Concealed Zippers - Lc

concealed zippers - lc

title: concealed zippers pairing: lee chan x f!reader genre: smut (minors dni!), bestfriend!chan warnings: pining, teasing, sexual comments, explicit sex, fingering, oral (m. receiving), chan and reader are soft for each other w.c.: 3.4k summary: you ask your best friend to zip your dress up a/n: this actually wasn’t based off of taylor swift’s song dress but it came on when i was writing this and it was too perfect

“Chan!”

The calling of his name grabs his attention from where he’s looking at his phone. The dancer is waiting in your apartment living room waiting for you to finish getting ready. Chan is your date tonight to an event hosted by your work company. It’s some charity ball thing and if it wasn’t already obvious Chan doesn’t know much about it. The only reason he’s going is for free food (and because he’s a simp for you but he’s not going to admit that one out loud).

“What? Are you okay?” Chan walks to your bedroom door and stands outside of it.

“I need help!” Your panicked tone alerts Chan and he’s throwing your door open only for him to stop in his tracks. There you are, standing in the middle of your room, with your whole back exposed.

He takes a moment to look all of you over. You have on your favorite pair of black strappy heels that you keep wearing despite them always hurting your feet. He can see the way your wrists, ears, and neck are adorned with silver jewelry. Your hair is already all dolled up and he’s sure you already have all of your makeup on as well. These are all common things when you guys dress up together, no what catches his attention is your dress. Wrapped around your body is a maroon satin dress that hugs your hips a little too well. It doesn’t go past the middle of your thighs and only has little straps to hold it up.

Your smooth back is tantalizing to Chan and it takes everything in him not to walk up to you and start kissing up the exposed skin. 

“Can you zip me up?” The tone of your voice has switched to soft and shy and you look over your shoulder to look your best friend in the eye. “It’s a new dress so I’ve never worn it before. I didn’t realize the zipper was so small and hard to reach.” Chan licks his lips and only nods.

Nobody knows this besides maybe Vernon and Soonyoung but Chan has been madly in love with you for like two years now. Chan’s hands shake a bit as he reaches for the small zipper that sits at the small of your back, right above your butt. It’s one of the small oval zippers that are used on concealed zippers to hide inside of the dress. He’s about to grab the zipper but stops himself and quickly switches his demeanor.

Instead of taking the zipper between his fingers, he slides his hands against your skin and into your dress so he grabs at your bare waist. His fingers are so close to touching the swell of your breasts and your breath hitches a bit at the contact.

Chan leans in so his mouth is right by your ear. You can feel his breath against your neck as he whispers, “Are you sure you want me to zip it up? Why don’t we just skip this whole event and I take the dress off of you all together.”

It isn’t uncommon for Chan to act like this with you, flirty and sexual and pushing boundaries. It’s always played off as a joke and just Chan’s nature towards you due to your comfort and intimacy with one another, but you don’t know that Chan truly means it, and Chan doesn’t know that his words always leave you wanting more.

“C’mon Chan we have to get going soon. Please just zip my dress up?” Chan mistakes the breathiness in your voice for exasperation instead of desire and quickly snakes his hands back out of your dress. You have to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from whining at the loss of his touch. You know he’s only joking but you wish he meant it so badly. Your pussy is already damp just from thinking about his words and you want nothing but for him to rip your dress off and ravage you.

“Of course, princess.”

God that stupid nickname he insists on calling you. More a part of the game he plays with you. Teasing you with a smirk while you slowly die inside over it. 

Unbeknownst to you Chan is mentally freaking out. Why did he do that? You probably think he’s some kind of pervert now. He pushed it too far this time and he still has to zip your dress up. Chan does his best not to fumble as he actually grabs the zipper this time. He pulls the small maroon plastic piece up your back, his knuckles caressing against your warm skin as he does, and for some reason this touch seems even more sensual and intimate than the previous one.

Shivers are sent down your spine as Chan’s skin brushes yours. The feeling is gone far too soon for your liking as he finally pulls the zipper all the way into place. He even takes the time to tuck the zipper into the folds of the dress so it’s fully concealed the way it’s supposed to be. His hands run down your sides and rest on your waist. The fabric is thin and he can feel your body heat radiating up into his palms. You silently wish that the red fabric was gone so you could feel Chan’s hands on your bare body.

“Beautiful as always, princess. Ready to go now?”

You only nod and Chan pulls away again and you have to take a moment to catch your breath before you follow him out of the room.

Your dress is driving Chan crazy. The front has a cowl neck so it frames your boobs just perfectly with just enough cleavage to be considered teasing and not sleazy. The skirt keeps riding up your thighs and you have to keep pulling it back down and Chan watches every time as you tug the skirt down your legs that Chan so badly wants to be between. As you guys walk around the event Chan keeps a firm hand on your waist and as much as he loves the feel of the smooth material under his hand, he wishes that he could touch you under it as well.

As expected by the time the night is coming to a close Chan is practically supporting all of your weight because your shoes are hurting your feet so bad. You haven’t complained to him about it yet but he can tell just by the way you lean into him and continue to shift around.

“Come on princess, let’s get you home.”

When you get to your apartment your feet are throbbing but you don’t want to complain to Chan. You don’t have to though, because before you’re even able to get out of the car he’s opening your door and scooping you up into his arms.

“C-chan! What are you doing?”

“Shush, I know your feet are killing you. Let me help.” You wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you into your apartment.

Your heart is hammering out of your chest and you hope he can’t feel it. You know he’s strong but you didn’t know he was this strong.

Inside Chan’s own head he’s trying his best to think pure thoughts, but all he can really think about is the way your thighs are pressing against his arm and the way his hand is just barely brushing the side of your breast. Speaking of, your breasts are nearly in his face with the way your arms are wrapped around him and Chan has to make sure he doesn’t look down at you because then he’ll be looking down your whole dress and he doesn’t want to pop a boner while he’s trying to just bring you to your apartment.

When Chan gets to your apartment he lets you down gently and you grip onto his forearm as you reach down to take off your shoes. You throw them to the side as you walk over to your bedroom. When you bent down to take off your shoes your dress rode up again, but this time you don’t bother to fix it. Chan gulps thickly as he watches you way away, your dress pulled up so far he can see all of your thighs on display.

“Hey Chan? Can you help unzip my dress?” You call for him once again.

Chan’s dick stirs around at just the thought of him unzipping your dress. He walks into your room where your back is already turned to him. Chan slowly walks up to you and grabs at the zipper again and slowly drags it down until it can’t go further, exposing your back once again.

Without even thinking Chan’s hand trails up your back, caressing your soft skin.

“Chan…”

“Princess?”

“Tell me you don’t want this.” You slip the straps of your dress down your shoulder but hold the front of your dress to your breasts so you don’t fully expose yourself.

“Fuck.” That’s all Chan says before he’s on you. His lips attach themself to your neck as his hands reach around you to pull your hands away from yourself. The dress slips down your body and onto the floor and you shiver not only from the cold air hitting your nipples, but also from the way Chan sucks a hickey into your neck.

Chan’s hands move to knead at your breasts and you moan at the feeling of finally having him touch you. “Channie~”

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” Chan is picking you up again, only this time it’s to throw you onto your bed. He takes in the sight of you as his dick twitches. You’re looking up at him with the sweetest bedroom eyes with your perky tits on display, the only thing covering you being your thin black lace panties. “Shit Y/N, you’re beautiful.”

He leans down to kiss you and you finally understand all of the cheesy fireworks analogies that romance novels talk about. Everything just feels right when you kiss him. Your lips slot together perfectly and he kisses you tenderly yet passionately.

The moment he pulls away you miss the feeling of his lips on yours but you don’t mind that much when his mouth then moves to your right tit. You bring your hands up to grab at his hair, carding your fingers through the dark locks. After a few more licks, he moves to press open mouthed kisses onto your left breast. You mewl as you feel him roll your nipple between his teeth. He chuckles at this a bit. 

Desperate to speed up the pace of things, your fingers fumble with the button’s on Chan’s shirt. You’re close to just ripping the fabric off of him but Chan senses your impatience and swiftly unbuttons and sheds the shirt.

Your skin tingles at the way Chan’s warm, bare body presses against yours. His hand kneads at your waist as he starts to press playful kisses into your neck.

“Chan please,” you beg in a low voice.

“Please what princess?”

“I need you. Need you to touch me. Touch me here.” You grab his hand and slowly trail it down to in between your legs. Chan groans as he feels the way your panties are already damp. His fingers find your clit and he teases it slightly. Your body jolts at his touch and you whine as you feel your core get even wetter.

“Oh shit. Baby you’re so fucking wet for me.” Chan reaches down into your panties and the pads of his fingers trail your slit, smearing your slick all over your folds. You squirm around in the bed, praying that Chan will just get on with it, but he doesn’t of course. He slowly circles your clit, your arousal spreading across your clit as well.

“Chan please, I need you to finger me.”

“Ah good girl, using her words, asking so nicely.” Chan is playful with his words but mentally he’s dying to get his fingers inside of you. He’s not sure how much longer he can keep up the teasing dominant act before he fully breaks character.

Your hips buck up and you let out a high pitched squeal when Chan’s finger slips into your hole. He barely thrusts into you twice before he’s already adding another finger, muttering about how pliant your pussy is to his fingers.

“C-chan wait,” you call out, your voice coming out in between pants. Automatically Chan stops and pulls his fingers out of you.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yeah just, uh,” you flush red, “I want to suck your dick as well.”

“Oh.” Chan’s face also turns red. “Y-yeah, okay.”

You two shift around on the bed so Chan can lean against the headrest. Your face is by his lap, the rest of your body curled up next to you so Chan can still reach to finger you. His fingers easily penetrate you again as you start to palm at him through his dress pants. His cock is already hard and straining to be freed from the fabric.

You fiddle with the buttons and zipper until they come undone and you’re able to reach inside his pants and boxers to grab at his dick. You pull out the hard member and swallow at the sight of how thick it is. It’s average in length but the sheer girth of his dick makes your head spin, your hand barely able to fit around it.

As your hands paw at Chan’s pants he lifts his hips so you’re able to pull the garments down his legs and onto the floor. You do your best to fist him in your hand, pumping a few times. Chan breath stutters as you do and a bit of precum starts to leak out of his cock. You lean down to lick it up, running your tongue against the slit of his cock. Chan’s fingers piston into you harder as you continue to lick at Chan’s tip. You pucker your lips and suck the whole head into your mouth, your tongue swirling it around as you do.

“Shit princess, you’re making me feel so good.”

You respond by mumbling around his cock which does nothing but pleasure Chan even more, the vibration shooting right into his dick. You open your throat as you bob your head up and down, taking his whole length into you as you press your tongue against him. He’s so thick he can barely fit into your small mouth and Chan tries his best not to buck up into you.

Chan has three fingers buried into you now, curling up into your sweet spot. Your hips are grinding against his hand to try and gain friction against your clit because you’re just so close. Right as you feel your orgasm coming on you pull off Chan’s cock to tell him. It’s barely a second later that you’re clenching down in his fingers and cumming. You press kisses against his dick as your hand works to play with his tip. It’s enough stimulation to get Chan to cum as well, if the sight of you cumming on his finger wasn’t enough alone. 

Afterward you both take time to catch your breaths. You’re still turned on though and want more. You force yourself to sit up so you can crawl into Chan’s lap. You pull him into a searing kiss that he reciprocates hungrily.

Your kiss deeps as Chan palms at your ass cheeks. His hands are rough as the grope you, pulling your body into his. Your mouths clash against each other like hungry men who are experiencing their last meal, trying to remember what it tastes like. You grind your bare cunt against Chan’s cock and he involuntarily bucks his hips up against yours. His dick is still hard even though he’s cum once already. You whimper as the way his cock drags against your puffy lips.

Chan reaches around between your thighs and rubs at your entrance. You don’t think you can take anymore teasing and you whine. “Channie please, please fuck me. Want you to fill me up with your hot, thick cock.” You know you probably sound like a porn store right now but you can’t bring yourself to care, too needy for your best friend’s cock.

“I know princess, I know,” Chan coos as you as he kisses at your jaw. “Fuck do you have any rubbers?”

You nod and reach over into your nightstand drawer to pull out a little square packet. Your hands are shaking too much to open it though and Chan swipes it out from between your fingers and opens it before diligently rolling it onto himself. After he’s fully protected, one of his hands holds your hips steady as he lines himself up to your opening. Still guiding your hips, he helps you slowly sink down onto his cock. The stretch is tight, tighter than anything else that’s ever been inside of you, and your legs are already shaking by the time he’s all the way into you down to his hilt.

Chan’s breath is raggedy as he stares at the area between your thighs. Your pussy has a vice grip on his cock and he can see the way he disappears into you completely, your chubby pussy lips wrapped around him.

“Do you feel good baby? Anything hurt?”

“N-no. N-need Ch-Channie t’move,” you slur out, already a bit drunk on his cock. Chan’s mind isn’t too far off as his brain is flooded with only thoughts of your pretty pussy.

Chan wraps his arms around your waist and starts to move his hips up and down, his cock sliding in and out of you. He helps your body start to bounce on his cock to meet his thrusts. Your hands bury into Chan’s hair again and you grip hard. Chan doesn’t reprimand you though, enjoying the way your fingernails dig into his scalp.

Chan’s mouth is the perfect level to press kisses into your collar bones. His tongue runs along your neck and chest, nipping here and there as it does. In this moment Chan already knows that he will never get tired of the high pitches keens you keep letting out.

Too soon Chan feels his balls tightening but he won’t allow himself to cum until you do. He drags a hand up and down your side a couple of times before he brings it down to touch your clit. You gasp as he does and it only takes a couple of jerks of his fingers before your pussy is clenching him tight. You yank his hair, pulling his head back, as you moan loudly. Chan pulls your face down into his so he can kiss you as you let yourself climax. Your pussy is pulsating against his cock as you do and Chan is bucking up into you at a brutal pace, chasing his own release. His cum spurts into the condom as your lips mash together and low moans escape your throats.

After you finally come down from your high, Chan's hips come to a stop inside of you and you slump against him, resting your head against his shoulder. You mouth at his neck a bit and his fingers run up and down your back, both of you two too blissfully fucked out to do anything else.

Eventually Chan is lifting you up to gently pull out of you so he can take off the condom and tie it off. You laze sleepily on the bed, watching Chan clean himself off before he moves to clean you up as well. He presses soft, loving kisses against your skin as he does before he’s fully crawling back into bed with you, scooping you up in his arms.

“Does this mean you're my boyfriend now?” You ask in a small voice.

“Yep, and you’re never getting rid of me,” Chan mutters into your hair, where his face is buried.

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment forever,” you say out loud, just talking to the air. “Heh, all it took was a measly little zipper huh?”

“Oh god the zipper,” Chan groans. “You were killing me all night in that dress princess. Was so ready to just rip it off you and take you right there.”

“Fuck Chan. I can’t believe you’re really mine now.”

“All yours baby, and I’ll zip, and unzip, any dress you want me to.” You can feel him grinning and you find a small small work it’s way onto your face as well. You know that the next time you ask him to zip up your dress, you won’t be making it to the event. 

Tension

pairing; lee seokmin (dk/dokyeom) x his hand/reader

genre; smut

warnings; sexting, exchanging of pictures, masturbation (male)

w/c; 1.1k and some change 

requested; no

a/n; i love you @onlyseokmins

Dokyeom leans against the hotel bathroom counter, his eyes moving over his face in the mirror. He looked as exhausted and tense as he felt. The week had been nothing but meeting after meeting. Call after long call and none of them with the person he wanted to talk to. 

He knew you were just as busy as he was, yet you were always better at prioritizing your time than he was. At least you this day by sending a cute morning text each day, a midday text to see how he was doing, but it was really the evening text that kept Dokyeom thriving. 

The ding of his cell phone pulls Dokyeom’s eyes from the mirror to the device lying near his hand. Turning it over, he smirks seeing your name and a devil emoji next to [image attached] in his notifications. God, he missed you more than he could even explain. He knew the days would slow down and he could be back with you, in your arms and in your bed but those days couldn’t get to him quickly enough.

Swiping his thumb along the screen, Dokyeom groans under his breath as the picture comes into his view. You were stunning, truly the most beautiful person that he had ever had the pleasure of being with, and the fact that you allowed him to see you like this…so vulnerable? It took Dokyeom’s breath away and caused the blood to flow south in his body. 

In the picture, you were laying in your bedroom in just your underwear. The camera was strategically placed between your legs so he could look up as he would if he were laying between them. Dokyeom wished that’s where he was. He wished he could bury his tongue inside of you and make you scream his name.

At the thought, Dokyeom has to let out a slow steady breath followed by a laugh as his free hand grips the countertop a bit too tightly. His cock was so hard, he felt like he was going to burst. His boxers felt so tight and rough against his skin. 

With one more look at the photo of you, Dokyeom starts to shed his clothes piece by piece. A soft low groan escapes his lips when he finally is able to push his underwear past his already-leaking cock. Wrapping his fingers around his shaft, Dokeyom leans his head back feeling how much he is throbbing in his own hand. This work trip was going to be the end of him. He had lost count of the number of times he had jerked himself off to the pictures you had sent him, and he knew this time wouldn’t be the last. 

Biting his bottom lip, Dokyeom reaches for his phone flipping the camera to the mirror to take a picture of himself holding his cock for you. A bead of pre-cum oozing from his tip that he knew would make your mouth water. He’d give anything to have you on your knees in front of him, to watch your tongue collect it before it started to drip down his shaft. Instead, he feels it on his fingers causing him to shiver and glance at the shower.   

Once the room is full of warm steam like a layer of privacy, Dokyeom steps into the shower letting his back rest against the cold tiles. It is a striking difference from the feeling of the hot water running down his chest but a welcomed feeling all the same. 

Normally, he would close his eyes and think about you as he wrapped his hand back around his thick cock. He’d imagine it was your hand instead or better yet your smooth walls closing around him, but tonight Dokyeom’s eyes fell on his own hand. He watched as he ran his thumb over the head of his cock teasing his own slit causing his knees to shake. You loved doing that to him, you loved to watch his reactions and hear how it would make his breath quicken. 

Moving his hand downwards, Dokyeom twists his hand under his tip tightening his grip with a low groan of your name. The thought of you was enough to make his stomach tighten and his cock twitch in his palm. He wondered if you were touching yourself too after getting his picture. He hoped so. Dokyeom hoped that he would get out of the shower and find another picture of your messing fingers, your own cum on your lips because you had to see how you tasted. 

His breath quickens along with his pace, Dokyeom lifts one of his legs to rest his foot on a small low shelf in the shower. His head pushing back against the tiles, he doesn’t hold back how loud he is, not with how loud the water and his blood rushing through his veins sound in his ears. 

With a sharp hard flick of his wrist, Dokyeom pants through his climax, thick cum shooting onto the wall of his shower and dripping onto his hand. Licking his lips, Dokyeom can’t help but to smile at the feeling of tension releasing from his body. He almost feels guilty about enjoying the way his body seeps into a more relaxed state after he cums so hard. 

Leaving the shower on, Dokyeom moves from the shower, his body dripping water onto the floor so he can pick up his phone taking a picture of his messy hand and softening cock. He follows it up with a picture of the shower wall and a kissy emoji. He would have to wait to see your response once he actually used the shower for its intended purpose and made sure to clean up his mess so as not to leave any unwanted surprises for housekeeping the next morning. 

With his thick warm robe wrapped loosely around his body, Dokyeom sits on his bed using his free hand to rub a towel over his hair. His eyes scan over your messages while his lips pull up in a smirk. You had clearly enjoyed his pictures and now he was enjoying yours. He hadn’t been far off in his hopes. 

You had taken a picture of your hand covered in your own cum and another with your lips wrapped around your finger. Best of all was the message attached stating how much you wished you could be there to clean Dokyeom up. He wished the same in both ways. 

‘Soon. I love you so much. Sleep well, baby.’

One last message and Dokyeom sighs in his lonely room.

Soon. He would be home soon.  

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Soft, romantic and drunk bf Yoongi waking you up by going down on you when he gets in late after a night of drink (with OT7/ after suchwita/ whatever) in which he could not stop thinking about you and your pussy.

I can even give inspo: tu mbl r.co m/poutyniall/714256286018142208/tongue-technology

yeah hey hi hello thanks for sending this. after only receiving PG requests this really sent me into a spiral.

crescendo

pairing: yoongi x reader (no pronouns used, but gendered terms are used for genitalia) genre: established relationship au; smut, fluff warnings: alcohol, swearing, yoongi is tipsy and just a horny pining disaster, previously discussed and consenting somnophilia, oral sex, unedited. rating: explicit. minors do not interact. wordcount: 1k listen to: middle of the night by elley duhé

Amongst his group of friends, Yoongi is the only one who gets like this when he’s drunk.

Some people regress and act half their age (Seokjn). Some people are overly-affectionate and stumble over compliments (Jimin). Some people try to pick philosophical debates over the point at which bread ceases to be bread and becomes toast (Namjoon). Some people bypass the philosophical entirely and go straight to the conspiratorial (Taehyung). Some people take one sip and slump over in the booth, moaning that they’re half-dead (Hoseok). Finally, some people don’t even bother to show up, because they’re too busy staying home and playing Overwatch to check their texts (Jungkook).

Yoongi, though—Yoongi gets horny.

The kind of horny that has him looking away each time someone’s tongue darts out to catch a stray drop of alcohol. The kind of horny that has him doing complex mathematical equations in his head to determine if he could conceivably lock himself in a bathroom stall and get it out of his system before anyone becomes suspicious. The kind of horny that has him sending you half-legible text messages under the table, detailing every dirty thing he wants to do to you, despite the fact you told him hours ago you were going to shower and go to sleep.

Fuck. He needs to get out of here.

“Aw, look at Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin teases, and everyone except Hoseok creates a chorus of laughter. Yoongi’s cheeks burn, made worse by the garish yellow-red lights of this bar. “I can’t decide if I should be jealous or concerned.”

Namjoon scoffs. “Why would you be concerned, Jimin-ah? Sex is a normal, beautiful thing, and it’s absolute bullshit that people use it as a point of shame—”

“Yeah, okay, that’s my cue,” Seokjin says around a fake gag. “Who had the tab tonight? Just send me a request—”

“You had the tab, you fucker—”

Seokjin hears none of it. Just says, “Mm, bye,” and then he’s gone. Which is Yoongi’s cue too, because he’s the second-oldest and therefore second in command, and the rest of them won’t even hesitate to stick him with the bill because it happens every single time it’s Seokjin’s turn to pay.

So he lies. Says, “Hyung will pay it in a minute. Gotta piss first,” and stumbles out the back.

He’ll hear about it later, if not from his four dongsaengs then certainly his ancestors, but he needs to be home. Needs to feel you spread out beneath him—your sleep-warmed skin, still soft from your shower, the scent of your body wash stubbornly clinging on. Needs to press his lips to every inch of it. Needs the smell and taste of you overwhelming him. Needs to hear all those little sounds you make.

The longer this taxi ride drags on, the more paranoid he becomes. Can the driver tell how fucked up he is in his backseat? Can he see the way Yoongi’s fingers are gripping the worn leather? How desperately he’s trying to keep quiet every time something explicit plays in his memory? He’d understand, Yoongi thinks; he’d understand if he knew you, saw you. He wouldn’t be able to blame Yoongi at all.

Seoul passes by in a blur, all neon reds and blues and whites. Everything is still so alive, even at this god-forsaken hour, and it makes him dizzy. Has his head spinning. He’s drunk and he’s horny and he just wants to be next to you.

Somehow, he manages to dig his phone out of his pocket despite how tight they’ve grown over the last hour. Goes straight to his texts, pointedly ignores all the ones in the groupchat yelling at him and Seokjin, and presses on your name. He’s less drunk now than he was before, but the messages still don’t make sense. Yoongi groans, throws his head back against the seat. Next time he’s just going to skip the bullshit and send you pictures. No use speaking in tongues when hieroglyphics could work much better.

The next five minutes play out like this: the taxi stops outside your building, Yoongi hands over a stack of money that’s undoubtedly too thick, he stumbles up the steps two at a time, so close yet still too far away.

And then there’s the door.

“This okay, baby?”

A nip of teeth at the junction of your thigh. Hands gripping at your waist, fingers dimpling your skin. Warm breath ghosting over your wet cunt. Yoongi’s head between your thighs as he kneels on the bed. You’re unsure if you’re conscious or not, but as you tangle your hands in Yoongi’s soft hair, you decide it doesn’t matter.

So you nod, angle your hips closer to Yoongi’s face. A whisper-soft gasp when he presses a kiss to your thigh, one to your clit; a strangled moan when you feel him smile against you before flattening his tongue and licking a stripe up your slit.

“Fuck,” he groans, doing it again, pulling away only long enough to say, “thought about this pussy all fucking night. You taste so good.”

Yoongi indulges in your body the way other people indulge in vices: incessantly, obsessively. But you aren’t a vice, are you? You’re not something to be ashamed of; not something wicked. As Yoongi continues working you over with his mouth, so sloppy and overeager you can feel it dampening the sheets beneath you, it feels like reverence.

It isn’t long before the heat starts simmering in your belly. Not long before everything starts feeling overwhelming; before your visions starts blurring at the edges. “Yoong, I’m—”

He hums against your core. Sucks hard once at your clit, and then you’re tumbling over the edge. “Goddamn, I love you,” Yoongi says into your skin. “That’s it, give it to me, baby, I love you.”

It feels predestined.

Things Ateez Do That Make Your Heart Flutter (Gender Neutral Reader)

I know Wooyoung always claims the title & all but ALL of Ateez are both cute & sexy 😤 hence This™

(I’m so excited for the comeback I mean look at MINGI WITH THE GUN look at Hongjoong hELP)

Hongjoong

♡ Always gives you his jacket when it’s cold out

♡ Runs his fingernails lightly down your back when he has an arm around you

♡ Has a habit of straightening his clothes or running a hand through his hair when you look at him, trying to look his best for you

♡ Takes off one of his rings & slides it onto your finger to compare your hand sizes

♡ Smirks when he pulls you closer into his side or on his lap, completely relishing the feeling of you being his & only his

Seonghwa

♡ Pulls you against his chest whenever you two sit together

♡ Looks at you with the biggest, shiniest doe eyes but also licks his lips before he kisses you whiplash

♡ When looking at flowers, his eyes fall from the gorgeous roses as he tells you you’re his favorite one

♡ Always holds out bites of whatever meal he's enjoying to share with you, glancing at the way your lips pass over it & the changes in your expression with a smile

♡ Whenever you go somewhere that sells &/or displays clothing, he'll point something out & tell you you'd look amazing/beautiful/ravishing in that

Yunho

♡ Extends his hand to you like you’re royalty before every time you guys dance

♡ Rests his forehead against yours after a kiss, never pulling away immediately & sometimes rubbing your noses together with a giddy smile

♡ Never forgets a single special day, even if it’s something like the anniversary of you getting your degree or something that isn’t related to him, & finds a way to celebrate with you

♡ Hugs you like he's not going to see you again almost every time, a hand running up & down your back

♡ Has a hand on your knee when you sit together, occasionally moving it up or down, tapping or drawing patterns absentmindedly on it

Yeosang

♡ Unironically does the stretch & put an arm around you thing but it’s so smooth because he literally doesn’t realize it seems like a bit, it just happens automatically like his arm is magnetized to your shoulders

♡ Sets his hands on top of yours when you aren’t using them, rubbing on your palms & squeezing little tunes into them

♡ Reaches over to gently brush hair out of your face when you're leaning down or wipe your cheek for you if you get something on it

♡ Doesn't realize how far his shirt rides up when he reaches for things on high shelves, then tilts his head & smiles in slight confusion & amusement at the way you stare

♡ Leans into you to whisper into your ear at gatherings- whether it's a joke, an observation, or something sweet or romantic he only wants you to hear, you'll hear it buzzing in your ear as you feel his breath by your neck

San

♡ Holds your face in his hands gently before kissing you, searching your eyes before your lips connect

♡ Runs a hand up & down your arm when you’re sitting together, fingers just ghosting over you

♡ Always makes his plushies kiss you, then goes in for one on the other side, calling you a cute sandwich

♡ Taking your hand & moving you with a little twirl to the inside of the road when it’s raining lest a car splash you

♡ Grabs you up into his arms suddenly when he wants attention, saying he wants to play

Mingi

♡ Will not hesitate to carry you if you get tired/hurt

♡ Takes both of your hands in his & looks into your eyes before he kisses you

♡ Falls on you laughing & turns the motion into an instinctive hug, his arms snaking around your waist or shoulders like they were meant to be there

♡ Gives you a smirk when you catch him staring, but if you do it back or get smiley he’ll blush & finally look away with a grin

♡ His hands practically climb over your lap trying to find yours, fingers blindly dancing over you in their quest to lock with yours warmly & tightly

Wooyoung

♡ Gives you a teasing wink whenever you two make eye contact

♡ Rests his hand on your thigh when you guys sit next to each other

♡ Pulls your hair back for you if it’s long enough, otherwise just runs his hands through it to push it out of your face so he can cup your cheeks

♡ Grabs your hand, pulling you outside to dance in the rain with a grin & telling you he’s always dreamed of doing this just because

♡ Straightens his shirt when you look at him, surreptitiously pulling the neckline down a bit & giving you a knowing smile

Jongho

♡ Says the most simple confidence boosters so casually, like if you say something during your insecurities about him being with someone like you, he just replies “Why, what’s wrong with you?” because he literally doesn’t see any of it

♡ Gives you the occasional surprise piggyback when he gets excited, lifting you up with a mischievous smile

♡ Always rests a hand on the small of your back when you’re walking together

♡ Tells you that no matter what, he always wants to be there to protect you

♡ Pins you against a wall in that classic leaning pose as he kisses you

given ♡ vernon

pairing: stoner!vernon x stoner!fem reader word count: 4.0k warnings: smut. praise. clitoral stimulation. unprotected sex. (sort of) dubcon? they both wanted this for a while but they're both high while having sex. oral (m. receiving).

songs: slow - jackson wang & ciara (omfg this is so good to listen to while reading trust), fairy of shampoo - txt

'stoner friend!vernon who only meets you every Saturday midnight to get high with you, always says things which makes you flustered and finally confesses after a FEW months(yk it takes time for him to open so) high sex with him is so hot, holding ur jaw open and blowing that smoke into you, its just so messy yet so sexy'.

Based off the above prompt from my asks! Not proofread, let me know if there're mistakes.

This is probably one of my favourite works to date. Anon who gave me this prompt, I love you. I know you probably intended this as a drabble, but I got a bit carried away since I love the concept. I hope you all have as much reading this as I did writing it!

masterlist/navigation send me an ask! (it will take me a while lol)

“Long fucking day, Vernon.”

All you hear is his muffled chuckle. He’s laying down, facing the ceiling. A fresh puff of smoke exits his mouth in a graceful arc. 

The room is slightly hazy, as if you’d been scorching butter in a pan and turned the exhaust filters off, filling the room in smoke. The smell is something you’ve never really liked, but it’s easy to adjust. The more you smoke with Vernon, the more comforting it feels, the more you wish you were with him. 

He hands you his half-depleted blunt, and you take a quick hit. 

The first few times, you’d practically hacked up a lung. It was embarrassing, to say the least, but Vernon gave you mildly reassuring pats on the back and didn’t seem to care that you looked like a deer in headlights.

Not anymore. Every Saturday at midnight, after a long, tiring week at work, you just head to Vernon’s place. It’s instinctive, ingrained into your brain, as familiar to you as your own fingerprints. Sometimes you don’t even realise you’re heading to your safe haven until you’re there, greeted by his half-lidded eyes.

Part of you is concerned. Not just for him, but yourself. How is it that, every time something goes mildly wrong, you’re back in the comfort of Vernon’s bed, the stench of weed lingering on your clothes? 

You’re not complaining. You can both straighten up when you need to. A night spent rolling blunts could quickly form into an early morning trip to the shop for groceries. No one would be able to tell you got so high so often until the moment they stepped into Vernon’s house.

You blow into the air, head void of thoughts. The annoying colleagues at work were no longer a concern. 

He sits up, looking over at you. “You’re quiet. More than usual.”

Casting a side glance at the boy, you grin. “I guess so.”

You half expect him to follow on, but he simply eyes you up and down, noticing something that made him raise an eyebrow.

“You’re in pain, aren’t you?”

When the blunt is finished, you take a new paper roll and begin to stuff it with the familiar, camouflage-coloured substance. No response leaves your mouth as you focus on sealing it properly.

“Yeah. What tells you that?”

“Your posture is different. Uncomfortable. Unfamiliar.”

Something resembling an incredulous laugh bubbles up in your throat. “I love how you could tell the difference even when I didn’t know.”

“What is it?” Vernon asks, snatching the blunt you were on the cusp of lighting. You frown. 

“Migraine. I took some ibuprofen this morning since it was killing me but it didn’t really do anything.” 

With a nod of acknowledgement, he tentatively reaches out to give you the weed back. Before you can take it, Vernon quickly retracts.

“I know you make your way through migraines high, but I read about this pressure point on your spine or something that can relieve it a lot. You should try that first. I don’t like seeing you high just to feel better.”

You’re about to protest, but in the midst of annoyance, you see an opportunity. A bit evil, a bit perverted, but nonetheless a beautiful opportunity. 

Without hesitation, you immediately pull off your shirt. “Find it for me,” you grin innocently. “I’ve tried it before, but I couldn’t find it.”

Vernon’s gaze is completely averted in a different direction. You feel touched at him making a point of being respectful, but you wouldn’t actually care if he looked. 

“You can put your shirt back on,” Vernon coughs, holding back a sceptical laugh. “I can probably reach it under your shirt.”

“I’m warm,” you giggle, “I was going to take my shirt off anyways. You’re allowed to look, you know. Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

At that, Vernon nearly chokes on air. Hesitantly, he turns back to face you, mildly fazed by the sight of you lying down, so unapologetic. You smile at him innocently. “Whereabouts is it?” you ask, absentmindedly feeling the subtle ridges of your spine.

Vernon feels almost corrupted, the way his mind is running miles every second. You’re wearing a tight, cute, lacy little white bra, and it’s taking insane self-awareness to not just gawk at the pretty curve of your tits. He can’t tell if you know what you’re doing, or if you’re just being as raw and unfiltered as you always are.

“It’s going to be kind of hard to reach, but it’s, like, in the middle of your back. Do you really want me to find it?”

You hum affirmatively with a grin. 

Vernon shyly adds, “You’re gorgeous, by the way.”

There it is. The dubious compliments he peppers into conversation. It’s nothing new, you’re both used to saying things like that. You say it because you want him to know what you think, but you’re not sure what his intention is. Does he genuinely think that? Does he really think that?

Without a response, you sit up slightly, leaning into his frame. He had kept a safe distance before, not wanting to frighten you away, but you’re the one closing that space now. His face is mere centimetres from you, so close that you can smell the gentle, musky scent of his perfume. 

“Really?” you reply, doing your best not to outwardly show how flustered you were.

“Yeah,” Vernon responds, gulping. His voice drops to a low whisper. “The prettiest.” 

He’s complimented you like that before, and you dug it every time. On this occasion, however, you’re not sure if it’s the residual weed hanging around in the air, but you feel compelled to ruin the friendship. How would he react if you kissed him, right there? Leaned into his touch, let him put his hands all over you, like you had always wanted? Would he want that too? 

You figure you can go a little further, blaming it on the weed when you know, in reality, it’s what you’ve wanted all along. With a playful grin, you poke him in the cheek with your pointer finger and turn around, unclasping your bra and leaving it on loosely, before laying down on your stomach. 

“Go on. Do your little fancy acupuncture thing,” you say softly, a slight challenge in your voice. You know he’ll take the bait.

He wordlessly gets up and hooks one leg over the back of your thighs, and sits on them, leaving you wonderfully trapped under his lithe figure. Admittedly, you didn’t think he’d be that bold, but he’s probably just high. 

“You’re warm,” you state stupidly. Out of everything you could have said, that was probably the most dumb choice. You hear him let out a soft, breathy chuckle. He presses one hand firmly down onto the pillow by your head, using it to prop himself up. The soft fabric dips under his weight.

Vernon traces the nape of your neck with his fingertips, feeling around for a ridge. His fingers are cold, and you feel a shiver rush down your spine. 

Leisurely, he trails his fingers down your spine, and you can’t help but relax into his touch. At some points, he feels around gradually, looking for more ridges to find the spot he was looking around for.

“Your skin’s soft,” he says, mind empty. You can’t put your finger on it, but the honeyed tone in his otherwise low voice tells you a thousand words he’s been holding back. You feel your abdomen tighten a little with expectant flutters.

“I know,” you reply, voice full of longing. 

Vernon’s hand seems to catch on a particular point of your mid-back, and he breathes out. “It’s gonna hurt a little, but just bear with me.”

You want to tell him that, after all of this time of wanting to kiss him, touch him, feel him up, you’d let him hurt you if it meant he stayed closer to you. That felt sick and twisted, however, so you simply hum, and add, “Whatever you say, Vernon.”

The pads of his pointed and middle fingers press down, somewhat harshly, on a particularly bony ridge of your spine. He’s right, it does hurt, and you can’t help but groan a little and shift in discomfort. He holds your waist in place with his other hand, cold skin giving you the kind of chill that takes your mind off the sting. You partly wish he wasn’t holding you down for the sake of relieving your migraine, but you figure you’ll take whatever you can get.

It’s brief, however, but what surprises you the most is the way you feel your migraine slowly dissolving away like sugar in warm water. You have hundreds of questions to ask, but with the weed coursing through your respective systems, all you feel is calming coolness.

“How does that feel?” he asks quietly. He breathes with an almost imperceptible quiver in his voice.

“I feel so much better, what the heck?” you murmur. 

Briefly, he gets up so you can turn back to face him. He shows no sign of returning to his position straddling his thighs, so you reach out with one arm and gently clasp your fingers around his left thigh, beckoning him to sit on top of you again. His eyes narrow, squinting, but he follows your direction. 

Biting the inside of his lip, he leans forward. Your mind rushes with the number of possibilities, but he simply holds your arms by the wrists and drapes them over his shoulders, then reaching behind you. His eyes hold your observant gaze, and you hate how you feel yourself getting increasingly warm at his graceful touch. Fingers reaching for your bra, he gently clasps it back together, and you swallow as you feel his knuckles brushing against your back. 

The moment Vernon is done, he retracts his hands, but doesn’t pull away from you entirely. You feel his cold fingers settle on either side of your waist, and you resist the urge to shiver. His breath caresses your face, but his eyes remain trained on yours.

“What’re you doing to me?” Vernon mutters, lips just barely brushing yours. 

“You should be telling me what you want me to do to you,” you whisper hoarsely. The palms of your hands settle on your shoulders, fingers tracing circles on his shirt. 

“Anything. Everything.”

A wry smile crosses your face. 

“How long?”

Vernon’s grip on your waist tightens just slightly. “Months ago, from the first time we smoked together.”

Your lips are on his. They’re soft like velvet and taste like jasmine. He reacts to your touch so subtly, so gently, that you could cry; his eyelids flutter shut, kissing you back, and his muscles relax as he breathes out. 

“You have…” he kisses you quickly. “No idea—” Kiss. “How much,” he groans, “I thought…” he sucks your bottom lip for a fleeting moment. “About you.”

“Really? What did you think?” you respond, kissing him more as you wait for a response. Your fingers trail down his front, eventually reaching the hem of his shirt and tugging it up. He helps you pull it off, eyes peering at yours as your smile grows the more of his torso is revealed.

“Everything. The way you exhale and suck the smoke back into your mouth, the way you blow smoke into my face whenever you’re frustrated, the way you moan every time you get a rush. There’s not a part about you I don’t like.”

You beam at him, wordlessly shifting positions until you’re on top of him, straddling his thighs, reminiscent of only a few seconds before. 

Feeling unsatisfied, you shift forward a little until your clothed cunt is directly on top of his cock, and you watch him wince a little as you settle. 

Vernon takes the rolled blunt and places the tip in his mouth, but falters, seeing that the lighter is missing. Not for long, however, since you pull what he’s looking for out of your skirt pocket, lighting it and setting his blunt aflame. He smirks as you do so. 

He lets the smoke flood his mouth for a few seconds, before removing the blunt and holding it between two fingers. With a nod of his head, he signals for you to open your mouth; tentatively, his thumb and index fingers hold your jaw open by either cheek, and he breathes out the smoke into your mouth by kissing you. 

The warmth of his soft lips and the smoke has you melting into his mouth, and you let the smoke simmer in your mouth for a moment before slowly blowing it out into the air. 

Smiling at him, you take the joint from him and take a hit yourself, doing the same to him in return. This time, the kiss is leisurely, tendrils of smoke escaping the corner of your joined lips as his teeth pull on your lips. 

You shift a little as you kiss him, wanting to get more comfortable, but he simply freezes, eyes widening. “Fuck, I’m sensitive,” he mumbles, grimacing. Vernon briefly pulls away to throw his head back and tightly close his eyes, letting the wave of pleasure diffuse through him in the form of goosebumps. “Don’t do that. I’ll end up wanting more.”

“What if that’s what I’m hoping for?” you smile into his neck, enjoying the way his neck rumbles a little as he chuckles half-heartedly. 

“You kill me.” 

“I know,” you respond, feigning remorse, “not my fault you respond to every touch.”

“And you don’t?” Vernon raises an eyebrow in response. His fingers fiddle with the belt of your pencil skirt, unclasping and unravelling the annoying garment. Before long, he has your skirt cast aside, on the floor, and you’re seated on top of him in just your bra and panties. 

It takes Vernon a lot of willpower to not just lay you down and please you until you physically couldn’t any more—while it remains an option, he opts to touch you slowly, surely, taking his time with you. If it took so long for you to be so pretty and ready for him, it wouldn’t hurt to treat you softly. 

Unable to resist, you grind down on his clothed cock.

You wish you could imprint the gorgeous, guttural groan into your mind forever.

“Fuck, you know I’m sensitive. I’ll come too quickly, go slow— fuck.”

“What if I want that?”

Placing two hands firmly onto your bare hips, he halts your movements and finally looks you in the eye. “Not yet. I want to see you come first. Can you do that for me?”

“Why’s that?” you giggle, placing your hand onto his as he runs his middle finger through the band of your panties.

“I don’t think I can go any longer imagining it in my head. I want you to come all over my fingers. Just do that, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Pressing your lips to his, you guide him by the wrist, letting his fingers sneak past your underwear and take what he wants. The moment his chilly fingers make contact with your wet cunt, you feel him jump a little, halting his kisses for a split second before pressing the pads of his fingers onto your clit.

The last thing you were expecting was for it to feel that good. You’re sure it’s the weed—getting off never felt so explosive. You bury your head into the crook of his shoulder, practically squeezing his neck with your forearm. He peppers your neck with butterfly kisses as his fingers rub slow circles on your sensitive bud, utterly infatuated with how you react so readily to him, how you’re so vocal and open.

Vernon eggs you on, whispering nearly inaudible praises like, “That’s it, gorgeous,” and “Go on, take what you deserve,” and “God, you’re perfect.” As the joint burns itself out on his ashtray, you cry out softly into his skin, unable to tolerate the deliciously gentle way he touches you. 

“Are you gonna come for me?” he asks somewhat bashfully. It’s a change from the previous confident tone, and you realise he genuinely just wants to know how you’re doing, how you’re feeling, if you’re enjoying it. You clench your fists, trying to avoid hurting him by clasping onto him instead. 

After Vernon sucks a particularly common spot on your neck, you nod subtly. “Yeah, fuck, I am. Your fingers feel so good, Vernon, I can’t—”

“Yeah, you can.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “Come whenever you want, baby.”

So you do. With a softened whine, you clutch his neck tightly as if you were giving him a final hug goodbye. You feel his fingertips tighten around nothing, lightly brushing your warm back as he follows you through your orgasm, whispering, “Good girl. So good for me. You’re so beautiful.”

You jolt a little as he teasingly continues to brush his fingers over your clit, unable to withstand the further stimulation. In a split second, you unwind your arms from his shoulders and place your hands on either side of his neck, taking his lips in yours. 

You can’t be sure how long you sit there, making out like teenagers through the post-orgasm bliss, but you can’t complain—if you found the sun rising over your heads after opening the curtains, signalling the beginning of a new day, you couldn’t be angry. You’d keep it going, kissing his lips until you were both raw and breathless. 

Vernon’s fingers sneak their way behind your back and swiftly unclip the hook of your bra, letting it loosen and fall off your shoulders. Not breaking away, you help him undress you, pulling off the bra and tossing it a fair distance away. He immediately places his hands under your arms, letting his thumbs toy with your pebbled nipples, 

“You’re even more stunning than I imagined, if that’s even possible,” he murmurs, removing his lips from yours for a moment to look at you through hooded eyes. Vernon’s lips are cherry-red, slightly puffy, and his cheeks are tinted a pretty shade of rose. 

“Don’t even get me started on you,” you breathe. 

Vernon kisses you again in response, hooking his arms under your thighs and lifting you up. He flips your position until he’s back on top of you, reminiscent of the moment twenty minutes ago when he was just reaching behind you to fiddle with your garments. 

Reaching over to the nightstand, you pick up the remnants of the previous joint you’d smoked together. As he undresses the last of himself, you roll a second one, lighting it and placing it in your mouth. 

“Pass me the other one,” Vernon asks, positioning himself on top of you. It takes him a moment to realise your panties are still on, so he quickly slips that off, and finally hovers above you, one elbow propping him up. He takes the half-extinguished blunt and lights it by touching the tip to yours, smirking a little as the smoke billows off.

One thumb massages your thigh as you both let the weed re-enter your systems. You take them out at the same time, blowing the smoke into the air, and finally meeting his eyes.

His eyes are dark and heavy-lidded, and you’re sure it’s the sexiest he’s ever looked. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s naked and on top of you, or the fact that he’s unfalteringly holding your gaze. Whatever it is, you feel yourself going weak and tingly under his watchful eyes. 

“Fuck me, Vernon,” you sigh, taking another hit. “Please. You promised.” 

“Only because you asked nicely,” he smiles, kissing you gently. He palms his cock, which is thick, and lengthy in his pale hand. “You sure?” 

“I’ve wanted this for longer than you’d imagine.”

With that, Vernon pushes into you. A drawn-out, gruff groan leaves you both; you’re coping with his girth, he’s coping with how you seem to swallow him perfectly. 

“You’re so tight,” he flutters. “Holy fuck.” With the blunt still in his mouth, he looks down to see where you end and he begins; you wish you could tattoo the look on his face into your mind to remember forever.

Vernon merely whispers, “Perfect girl,” before finally extinguishing the short stump of his joint in the ashtray. Not wanting to wait further, he slowly withdraws himself and slams back into your tight cunt, elated by the way you gasped softly and wince at the sensation. Loving your reaction, he makes a point of slowly fucking you, eventually leaning in and holding your jaw open. You smile before he kisses you, breathing the smoke into your open mouth, and this time, you keep it in your system.

“You feel even better than I imagined. I’m not going to last long,” Vernon moans, burying his face into your neck. Your fingers trace the ridges of his back, and following a particularly sharp thrust, you dig into his skin with your fingernails, eliciting a gorgeous groan.

“Come whenever you want, Vernon. But… what did you imagine… how did you imagine?” you reply into his hair, which is slightly sweaty but still soft. You caress the areas you just pressed, afraid of hurting his beautiful and sensitive skin. 

“The only relief I had was my hand, baby. That doesn’t compare to you, not one bit. I’m not going to let you leave after this.”

“Believe me, I won’t,” you snicker, followed by an uncontrolled moan. “Fuck— maybe we’ll have to take a week off work and just stay here. Fuck it out of your… our systems. Like bunnies.”

“Fucking hell, baby, don’t give me ideas.”

“How about I do?” you giggle, clenching on him. He responds with nothing but a stutter in his smooth thrusts. You decide to squeeze him, over and over, just to see his response.

Vernon’s hand squeezes your waist for relief. “Fuck, don’t,” he mumbles, “I’m going to come. Fuck. Where should I? Tell me.”

“Anywhere,” you answer, running a hand through his soft, brown locks, “anywhere you want.”

“In your mouth?”

“Please.”

With a groan, he pulls out, weakly fucking his hand and letting you sit up. You take his cock into your mouth, and you’re oddly turned on by the fact that you taste yourself on him. You watch as he grimaces, head thrown back, one hand fisting your hair and bobbing you up and down on him repeatedly. 

You’d suck him off whenever if it meant seeing him that weak and like putty in your hands every time. With tears balling in the corners of your eyes, you let him skullfuck you until he comes right right onto your tongue, his grip subconsciously tightening in your hair. 

“Fuck,” he curses. “That’s it.”

It takes him a few moments to come down from the sudden and prolonged high, and when he comes to his senses, he quickly looks at you with concern. 

Vernon holds his hand out by your mouth. “It’s okay, spit. That can’t taste good.”

You smile, sticking your tongue out. 

“Too late,” you grin mischievously.

Vernon blinks. 

“Cat got your tongue, huh?” you question with a chuckle.

“God, you’re my dream girl,” Vernon replies, still mildly stunned. He leans over to kiss you, slightly uncomfortable because you’re both sat up on your legs, but that’s alright.

He’d kiss you forever if he could.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” Vernon beams. 

“Only if we come back straight away and fuck again. I’m sorry not sorry, but waiting that long, I’m not satiated that easily,” you shrug, looking at his lips and then his eyes as he leans in ever so slightly to wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb. 

Pressing a soft kiss to your lips, he smiles, looking utterly smitten. 

“Baby, that was a given.” 

svt reaction to finding out you have a size kink?

seungcheol: ok you know how they included that to-scale hand pic in his birthday package thing?? ya so man’s hands are fucking huge and you’d always be comparing them to your own, measuring the difference in size. he’d catch on to the way you fidget when you’re holding your hand up to his and it’d dawn on him… he’d use this newfound information to tease you, commenting about how long his fingers are just to make you sweat.

jeonghan: he’s not the tallest man ever, but there’s a good head between the two of you meaning he’s always looking down at you, always towering above you. you love it and you’d love to be on your knees for him for precisely that reason. it makes him look even taller and bigger than you and the sight always makes your mouth water. when you tell him he doesn’t even bat an eye, smirking and telling you he had a feeling you had a size kink.

joshua: joshua’s fucking arms???? how could they not turn you on- he gets suspicious when you practically beg to go to the gym with him to watch him work out, but you play it off by insisting you just want to spend time with him. but when he sees you pressing your legs together while he’s lifting weights he knows you were lying, and he’d pull you aside to the locker room to coax the truth out of you…

jun: he’s one of the taller members and you always like to point it out, telling him how attractive you find it. he would be surprised by that but it would certainly boost his confidence- he’d exploit your weakness often, pinning you against the wall so you’d have nowhere to go which usually led to him fucking you against it

soonyoung: you were never one to buy into the “size matters” bullshit until you met soonyoung because his dick??? fucking ridiculous. every time you had sex you swore it wasn’t going to fit, yet somehow it did. you could cum just from him trying to push himself inside of you, and sometimes you did, leaving both of you speechless. he’d be insufferable about it let’s be real and brag to the other members about how big he was and how much you liked it and you’d never live it down lmao

wonwoo: wonwoo finds about about your size kink while he’s fucking you. you moan something about how it’s so hot that he’s so tall, that he could overpower you so easily and something in him snaps and he does exactly that. you’re almost positive he could devour you whole, and he nearly does

jihoon: this man is so broad… his shoulders are so fucking big. and he’s so strong… all of it gets to you and you mention it to him in passing, and he’d be carrying you to the bedroom over his shoulder moments later. the way he tosses you around so effortlessly would do nothing to help your situation and as soon as he strips it’d be game over.

seokmin: this might be a stretch because his nose isn’t even that big but you know that one doja cat video that’s like “i like big noses because you can kind of like sit on them”?? yeah. the mechanics of it might be kind of awkward at first, but seokmin would never pass up on the opportunity to have you sit on his face. seokmin’s always been insecure about his nose too, so hearing that it turns you on would absolutely make him weak in the knees and love you even more.

mingyu: man is big in every sense of the word. like. he is Large. so it’s no wonder you have a size kink with a boyfriend like him. but i imagine telling him about it would confuse him so you’d have to spell it out for him, explaining how it turns you on. and slowly he’d catch on and start to flex his muscles or stand really close to you so that he was towering over you to make you all flustered. he’d frame it as a learning experience, asking “so like when i do this?” as he closes a hand around your throat to emphasize how big he is in comparison to you and aksjshsh

minghao: this might be another stretch so bear with me, but hao’s neck is Very Long and even though he’s not the tallest member (5’10” is still pretty tall imo but i digress) his neck makes him appear taller. you just think it makes him look so regal and poised. he always catches you staring at it, and one day he’d ask you about it which leads to you sitting on his face, back against the headboard of your bed, watching his adam’s apple bob up and down as he laps up your arousal underneath you.

seungkwan: i think we all know where this is going… HIS ASS??? what’s he so thick for? anyway you’d be super obnoxious about it, always touching it or slapping it- even using it as a pillow until one day seungkwan asks you what the deal is. you might be a little embarrassed to tell him but seungkwan is even more embarrassed to hear it aksjsh he’d turn so red and get so shy that he’d flip over so you couldn’t see it anymore and you’d have to bribe him with shower sex to get him to show it to you again.

vernon: he doesn’t understand all the fuss you make over how big his dick is no matter how many times you explain it to him. he knows he doesn’t have longest dick ever so he’d think you were just trying to be nice until he went to fuck you and he could barely push himself inside of you. he’d fingered you before so you were definitely wet enough, but his cock is just so thick that he’s practically splitting you in half as he slides into you- and only then would he get your size kink and how much it affected you…

chan: the first time you ride his thigh you cum harder than you ever have with him before, and to be honest it’d kind of make him upset. you could make yourself feel better than he could?? and finally after sulking for a few days he’d confront you about it when you ask to ride his thigh again and you’d have to explain that it’s his fucking thick-ass thighs that get you off, he always fills out his pants so nicely that you can’t resist. the way that he tenses his thighs underneath you and presses them up into your core have you trembling and when you finally admit it he’d be relieved and more than willing to give you what you wanted.