Kinktober Day 6

Kinktober Day 6

Prompt: Dubcon/Noncon Pairing: Frat!Changbin x fem!reader WC: 2,170 Summary: Changbin’s boys went out for a boys night. Changbin stayed in to stay with you. You stayed in to work on your capstone.  This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Changbin or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. 

I feel the need especially with “rougher” prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, it’s fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy.

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🪅 anon againnnn!!!!!!!! Thinking abt reader and chan visiting reader's childhood home when chan gets so needy he begs to put 'just the tip in' while theyre in reader's old bedroom😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 but eventually he fAILED and aAAaGgHhhH

𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 - bang chan x fem!reader

wc: 2.3k

sw: daddy kink, dirty talk, creampie, unprotected sex, bang chan’s big dick, degradation (a bit), dumbification, dom!chan, sub!reader

as soon as chan pushes the duvet off of your legs, you know where this is going. his fingers dart up the skin newly exposed to him in your sleep shorts, until he’s cupping a handful of your inner thigh and inching closer towards you. it’s not hard to be close to you - your childhood twin single is anything but spacious, yet you still jolt in surprise when his breath fans over your neck.

“you look so cute,” chan mumbles. you feel his big nose pressing into your skin and you gasp when he kisses just below your ear, nibbling your lip when he sucks your earlobe into his mouth. “will you let me play with you, baby?”

“c-chan,” you try, but you know your answer. it’s always yes. enthusiastically, actually. “my parents are in the other room, i don’t- i don’t know if i can be quiet, and-“

“i’ll just push the tip in, yeah?” he says, pulling his face away from his neck. the room is darker than usual, only your lamp providing a semblance of some light, but you can see his dark hair and how it’s forming curls after his shower. his eyes are even darker, plush lips in a teasing, almost questioning smirk. he rubs his thumb over your bottom lip. “just the tip, baby. i promise.”

“mm- mm, just the tip?” you question, but your thighs are already falling apart. your toes curl underneath the duvet, and you let him pull your shorts down with two thumbs hooked into the waistband. he groans when he sees you. you know you’re wet, you always are when you’re in bed with chan, and he can’t help but to take his hand from your face and swipe over your clit. you whimper, soft and barely audible, and chan licks his lips.

he’s just in his boxers, expensive vetements ones that always make you feel bad when you’ve gushed all over them after a dry humping session. the light coming from the lamp is a sweet orangey-pink that highlights his abs as he shuffles over and settles between your legs, and you pull your sleep shirt up to expose your tits to him.

“you know just what i like,” chan coos, eyes fixated on your chest. your breasts jiggle with every stuttery breath that comes from your lungs, and you wriggle around impatiently while he pushes his boxers down strong thighs. “my good girl. daddy’s good girl, yeah?”

“yeah! yeah, ‘m daddy’s good girl,” you nod eagerly. he chuckles, and your eyes widen when you see his cock. it’s nowhere near close to the first time you’re taking it, but chan’s big big big, thick and heavy with a pink mushroom tip that has you drooling. “r’ya gonna give it to me now, daddy? i wan’ it.”

“yeah, i’ll give it to you, baby,” he mutters, hand moving to grip his cock. he pumps it a few times, and you see a droplet of precum dribble to christen your fresh childhood bedsheets. he leans over you, cock still in one hand and his bicep tensed next to your head. he’s close like this, letting you see every freckle and mark on his face but before you can even consider kissing him he’s fucking his cockhead into you. your mouth drops into an o, a silent whine, and chan audibly laughs this time. “ah, there you go. there’s that sweet face.”

“i- you’re really hard, daddy,” you say, in lieu of saying anything else. your eyes flutter shut, and his cockhead fucks into you slowly a few times, all two or so inches. your pussy squelches audibly with every movement. chan huffs out a breath, and then you feel him slide another bit of his cock home. your eyes shoot open, blinking rapidly at his smug expression. “daddy! you said- you said just the tip!”

“i think you need more, don’t you?” he asks, eyebrow raised. his lips are curled in a teasing smile, and you try to deny it, try to shake your head and pout but he’s all too knowing. “you need daddy to play with your messy pussy, fuck it open with my cock until i’m breeding that hole. isn’t that right? tell me i’m wrong, baby.”

you whine, legs kicking around in your mini tantrum. chan catches your knee while you’re squirming, pushing it upwards until you’re forced to hold it back yourself. despite your confused expression, he pushes forward, and then his cock is filling you all the way to the base.

“i- ah, daddy?! daddy, it’s-“

“i know, i know,” he croons, leaning down to press his lips against yours. it’s a chaste kiss, almost an apology, but then he’s fucking into you so deep it has your eyes watering. he moves you around, pushes his chest to yours so your nipples rub against his hard pecs. with him this close to you, your clit rubs against his trimmed pubic hair in such a delightful way that you want to cry. “takin’ it so well, that’s my girl.”

“‘s big,” you slur, eyes rolling back into your head with every buck of his hips against yours. it is big, cock stretching your hole to the point it almost hurts - yet you love every second of it. your pussy gushes and makes its own noises of pleasure around your boyfriend’s length, and if it was any other situation he’d laugh at you. he won’t this time, though, not when you’re being his pliant little thing, wet and ready for him to tamper with.

his pace is slow, almost as if he’s using his thighs to bounce into you over and over, and your pussy flutters with it. chan grunts and moans deeply, quiet but still audible with how close he is. you huff little whimpers of your own, drooling all over your pillowcase.

“god, you’re so- this pussy’s so tiny, baby, i don’t know how you fit me in,” chan’s lips part, pants of air leaving his lungs. “messy, tiny fucking cunt. sloppy thing, you’re so perfect for me. my pretty angel and her cute little hole.”

“she likes you too,” you mumble, completely lost in the feeling of his cock inside of you. chan giggles at that, and you whimper when he adjusts you again, pushing both legs upwards to rest on his broad shoulders. he takes a quick glance at you, smiles when he sees you drooling on the pillow in a world of ecstasy, and then he’s fucking you senseless. you almost shriek, a loud gasp leaving you when his cock rams against your cervix, but chan’s hand moves to cover your mouth with godspeed.

“quiet, yeah?” he murmurs, and you nod, eyes watery. his hand stays there, though, his own puffs of air leaving him with every thrust. “good girl. feel daddy’s cock, just take it.”

it’s so easy to get lost in it. the glide of chan’s cock inside of you is hypnotizing, your pussy drenching his shaft with every movement in and out and in again and you can’t help but let out tiny whimpers. you’re embarrassed, letting your boyfriend fuck you open so easily on your childhood bed but god does it feel good. your clit throbs with it, nipples sensitive and pebbled in the air of your bedroom, and you start to fuck yourself back on him without realising. it’s delicious, and you’re getting too loud, babbling and slurring your words.

“i- chan, chan, daddy! daddy, hnng-”

“ah, shit,” he curses, exasperated, and then he’s sliding his dick out of you. you want to whine, throw a tantrum, but his calloused palms come to your hips to flip you over. your face is pressed into the pillow like this, and chan pushes your head down harder for good measure. “you have to be quiet if you want me to keep fucking you.”

“i’ll be quiet,” you try, but your words are muffled in the fabric. you imagine he’s pumping his cock judging by the quiet grunts coming from his parted lips, and the thought of his cockhead leaking in his hand has you huffing in annoyance, pushing your ass backwards to grab his attention.

it works. “oh, fuck,” chan groans, and you feel his hands go to your ass. he grabs a handful of the flesh, kneading like a cat, and you jolt when his thumb rubs over your asshole. his thumb moves downwards, rubbing over the slight gape of your pussy from his cock, but then he’s smacking your ass with his other hand just for good measure. “this ass. fuckin’ delicious, daddy’s pretty girl.”

you whine, turning your head just a tad. “daddy, my pussy. don’t look at my ass, my- my pussy, daddy, i need you!”

“yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, and he’s crowding into your space all of a sudden. his body is firm and muscular on top of yours, and he knocks your thighs apart just a tad until he’s sliding home again with a way too loud noise of approval coming from your wet hole. you push your ass back further, and in any other situation chan wouldn’t allow it but he remains stationary, letting you fuck yourself onto his fat length.

“mm, it’s- daddy, you fuck me so good,” you moan, eyes rolling back into your head. chan’s hands grip at your waist, and he goes from pulling you back onto his cock to pinning you down and making you take it. it’s quick as a flash, the way his pace changes, and you can do nothing more but drool on the pillow and slur out some praises while trying to be quiet.

“slutty pussy,” chan remarks, and you gasp, nodding in agreement. you love when he talks to you like this, and he groans, leaning forward against you more to wrap one strong arm around your neck. it pulls your head back, cutting your airflow just enough to give you that ecstatic light headed feeling. his hips slap against your ass, creating a filthy noise in your childhood bedroom that has you feeling more than just slutty, and you can’t help the gushes of arousal your pussy lets out over it. “mm, daddy’s gonna cum in this pussy. i’m gonna fill it up, yeah? d’ya want that?”

“yeah, yeah! daddy, daddy,” you babble, drool slicking down onto chan’s forearm. it makes him chuckle, the mushroom tip of his cock pressing against your g-spot with every thrust, and you try to wriggle around on your bed to find the perfect position to grind your clit onto the mattress. chan lets you reposition yourself, and when your clit hits the sheets just right you’re sure you could cry. you gush and cry on chan’s cock, your pussy fluttering and sucking him back in on every outwards thrust. he’s going insane with it, groaning and grunting in your ear.

“fuckin- shit, grind your clit, baby,” he commands, and you whine, nodding. you’re almost feral grinding your pussy against the sheets and backwards onto chan’s cock, a high pitched noise leaving your mouth. “cum for daddy. i wanna feel this cunt squeeze my cock before i fill you up, c’mon.”

“ah, ah! ah, daddy, ah- daddy, dad- i’m gonna- hnng, i need-“ you need more, harder, more of his cock ramming into your g-spot and you’ll give him anything he wants.

he knows you too well. “yeah, y-yeah, i’ll fuck you harder, baby,” he mumbles, and his arm tightens around your neck. your teeth bite into your bottom lip painfully, and his cock hits you deep once, twice, forcing your clit down onto the mattress, and then you’re babbling your way through a full body orgasm.

“ah, cum- cumming! cumming, daddy, ‘m cumming,” you wail, toes curling and breath stuttering in your throat. your clit throbs with it, pussy dripping and gushing around your daddy’s big cock, and you try to fuck yourself back on it a little more. it’s like chan’s reading your mind, because he starts to fuck into you a little faster to ride it out.

“oh, baby. that’s a big one, mm?” chan coos, and you nod, breathless, still dizzy with it. he thrusts into you a few more times, hips slapping hard against your ass, and his hand goes to the small of your back to push you down further. you’re splayed on your front, pliant and sated, but your daddy still has to fill you up like he promised. “i got you. i got you, daddy’s gonna cum, baby.”

his hips slow down, like they normally do when he’s close, and you feel his shaft throb and twitch inside of you. he gasps, thrusts stalling completely, and then you feel his cum filling you up, thick and white and flooding your cervix until you feel like there’s no way there’s any left. you sigh through it all, tears biting at your eyes by the time he’s done, rocking your hips back to help him ride his own orgasm out.

“take it, take all of my cum. there we go, good girl,” he’s talking to try and soothe you, hand rubbing down your tired legs as he pulls his soft cock out. you want to move, to turn to kiss him, but chan’s already using his discarded shirt to clean you up between your legs. he’s soft and gentle on your abused pussy, and your daddy’s so sweet that he pulls your sleep shorts back up for you.

“i wan’ cuddle,” you murmur, still on your front. you’re not sure you can move, but chan chuckles, sidling up to you and pulling you to rest against his chest.

“you can cuddle,” he confirms, lips pressing a kiss against your hairline. “ya did so good for me, y’know? my good girl, daddy’s girl.”

you hum, feeling blissful and sweet. he knows exactly what you need afterwards, stroking his fingers up your clothed back. “i love you.”

“i love you too, baby.”

HAN JISUNG roommate perv! x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: perverted behavior, betrayal of trust, masturbation

18+ pls minors dni!

You and Han are best friends, so it was only natural for him to offer to rent out his spare room to you when you were apartment searching (he was looking for a new roommate anyway). You had spent a lot of time together, so living in the same house wasn't much different from how it's always been. Honestly, with how often you hung around his place, he should have started charging you rent a long time ago.

A new aspect of your relationship was that he got impossibly more familiar with you. Like how you always need him to keep you company while folding laundry or it wouldn't get done, or how you played a specific song right before going to sleep every night (the walls were thin).

With constant exposure to you, he was forced to face his not-so friendly thoughts. He had well acknowledged that you were attractive, but always tried to prevent himself from catching feelings because of your best friend status.

He can't help but look when you wear booty shorts or a crop top around the house, but he gave himself the benefit of the doubt and figured that was just an impulsive act (at first).

Within a month, he started giving in to his more perverted thoughts. He stopped holding back from looking at your figure when you wore little clothing around the house. Stopped holding back from admiring the way your lips cutely wrapped around your toothbrush when you were holding it in place without a hand on it.

By the second month, he had joined in on helping you fold and put away your laundry "to make the process quicker" - he had even offered to start doing your laundry for you. "I know how much you hate doing it." He would say sweetly. He would do your laundry, sure, but he would lose a few panties (and knee-highs) in the process.

By the third month, he completely gave in to his perversion. He was no better than the creep you came home and told him about one day, the one who blatantly couldn't stop staring at your chest the entire train ride home. Jisung was just as bad as that so-called creep... just less obvious.

He instead opted to sneak looks at you during movie nights. He knew that you were never the biggest fan of horror films, but would never turn one down if he suggested it. There you sat on the couch in the living room, sharing the same blanket that was draped across your laps and pressed up directly against him. You opted for a tank top, as you commonly did during nights in.

The only light coming from the tv screen, Jisung had all the privacy he needed to catch glimpses of you. The way your face scrunched up in genuine concern for the main character (how cute, he thought). The way your nipples had hardened underneath the material of your thin tank top about halfway through the movie. Needless to say, he had absolutely no idea what was going on in the movie.

At one point you caught him staring. "What?" You ask. "Nothing. You're just cute when you're scared." Obviously not knowing how to respond to what he said, you turned your head back towards the screen without reacting to his comment. Fuck, he thought. He couldn't believe that was his cover. The more he thought about it, the more he spiraled. What a weird thing to say.

He couldn't deny it though. The way you lightly flinched and grabbed a handful of the blanket whenever a jumpscare occurred had given him a semi more than once, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

It's not like he's into seeing you scared or anything. He's just so reactive because it's you.

In fact, you've made him hard countless times for no reason at all.

You make a hum in appreciation at his cooking? He accidentally burns his own plate because he was too focused on palming himself through his pants while facing the stove. He sees your plain white cotton underwear with the little bow (his personal favorite) in your laundry basket? You won't see it for another week. You wear one of his T-shirts to bed? He'll put it over his face while he jerks off to your scent until it no longer smells like you.

Don't get him started on when you got the sex toy. He was putting your laundry away one day while you were out (since he's such a good roommate who definitely isn't imagining you in every single pair of panties as he folds them) when he saw something buried towards the back of the drawer. To his surprise, he pulled out a silicone dildo. It must be new, he thought to himself, because he knew every inch of your room. He was guilty of trying to find your dirty little secrets - and now he had finally found one.

From that day on, he made sure to never put his headphones in at night like he usually would to fall asleep. On the third day of waiting, his patience had finally paid off.

When he started hearing faint noises from the other side of the wall, he practically jumped out of his bed. Fuck, he thought, she's definitely using it now. He sat up against his headboard and pressed his ear to the wall. He took in your shaky breaths and closed his eyes. Imagining how the pretty pink dildo would look slipping in and out of your pussy, he pulled his hardening length out of his sweatpants. He kept his eyes closed, to in a way deny the truth, which was the fact that he was about to jerk off to the sound of his best friend pleasuring herself.

Not creepy at all, he thinks to himself. But he has had enough. Enough of your skimpy clothes, your seemingly innocent cuddles - enough of your teasing.

You must have known deep down that he was a pervert from the jokes he's made over the years. She knows and she willingly decided to share a space with me. She knows what she's in for, he says to himself, trying to justify the immoral act he was actively committing.

On the other side of the wall, you stop moving for a few seconds, then continue. Your breathing had become significantly more choppy, and you were at this point letting out soft moans. She must've changed to a new position, he thought. He wondered what it was. Would you want him to fuck into you with your legs over his shoulders? Or perhaps you'd rather be ass up with your face shoved into the pillows as he rams you into the mattress.

He started focusing his strokes to his tip. He was already leaking with precum, but he wanted to make sure he came with you, and it seemed like you were close.

After a minute, he was edging himself until you were ready. He looked out for any signs of you hitting your climax, and he finally got it... but it wasn't what he thought it would be. "Please... please fu... Ji!!" He hears you say through the wall. It was under your breath but clear enough for him to be sure that's what you said.

He froze, hand resting on the base of his cock. His heart started beating impossibly faster, and he felt his ears start burning up. All of a sudden, he had started his climax. Hearing his name - his nickname at that - had kickstarted his orgasm. He almost forgot to start moving his hand again. He helped himself ride out the latter half of his orgasm, mind still on the fact that you had called his name mid-climax.

He took his ear off the wall and slumped down against his pillows. Fuck. He was in deep.

Part 1? Let's hope I get around to writing part 2 T_T

cross-listed on @h4nj1sungfics !

Hear me out, Ju... Coke can cock Binnie brainrot..

SJUZAVIRIWghazSWIrbhswazjbioznrw... He has the fatest cock out there.

Binnie who would prep you for hours to make sure you could take his cock.

Binnie who would kiss you as you took his fat fucking cock in your pussy.

Binnie who would buy a dildo a similar thickness to his cock, but much smaller in length to make sure you are all stretched for his cock.

Binnie who would say "big stretch bunny, but you can take it" whenever he fucked you

Binnie who would eat your pussy for his own pleasure just to make sure you were wet enough

Binnie who would fuck you whenever and where ever he could

Binnie who would always complain about how tight your little cunt is for him, but secretly loves it.

"How can such a cute little cunt take my big fucking cock, bunny you are so good for me" he whined as he slowly put the tip into your wet cunt.

"Fuck, can barely take the tip in, was that little piece of plastic not enough for my poor baby?"

"No Bin, it's not your cock" you whined as he slowly added another inch.

"It's okay bunny, you can take my cock, be a good girl and take Bin's cock" he groaned as he felt your walls clench around him

just thinking about calling jisung daddy

it’s quiet in the room, save for the slick sounds of jisung’s hand on his cock as he watches over you. you’re laying on the bed in just his shirt and a pair of cute little socks while he’s standing in front of you, fully naked with not an ounce of shame in his body. no, every emotion has gone straight to his cock, chubby, lengthy and leaking in his fist.

you suck two fingers into your mouth, reaching down to let them swirl over your clit. jisung’s eyes follow them, blown wide with lust as a deep moan comes from his parted lips.

“look so good, my baby,” he groans, teeth biting into his pouty bottom lip. “in my shirt, t-touching your little clit like that- oh, fuck. baby, baby, push- put them inside, show me how you fuck yourself open.”

“i- just two, sungie, i g’ta let myself be fucked open by your fat cock,” you blabber, two fingers sliding into your soppy, wet hole. the sounds rival that of jisung’s hand on his cock, loud and filthy and your cunt aches, needy for something more. jisung wails, gritting his teeth, and his hand speeds up. “oh! oh, sungie, don’t- don’t cum, don’t cum, want it inside! d- daddy, please!”

jisung gasps, and then he’s wrenching his hand away from his cock. in the blink of an eye he’s on you, rucking your - his - shirt up to your chest to expose your tits, pulling your fingers out of your core and positioning his cockhead at your hole. his mouth is open, needy pants being exhaled straight from his chest, and he pushes one of your thighs open to spread you out.

“again,” he whines, cockhead bumping against your pussy as he wriggles around eagerly. just a little further downwards and he’d slide in, but he seems content to let his leaking tip bump against your clit while he waits for you to regain your senses. your eyes are nearly crossing, tongue wetting your bottom lip as you fight not to move underneath his slender hips. “again, again, please, baby. ‘s so fuckin- so fucking hot, baby, call me it again, please!”

“daddy,” you say, voice high pitched and needy, and then he’s sinking his cock into you. your pussy gives way eagerly, hole stretching, but it’s still tight tight tight and jisung moans loudly. “d-daddy! daddy, oh, oh, daddy, please!”

“fuckin’- oh my god,” jisung huffs, his face dropping to your neck. he leaves eager, open-mouthed kisses to your skin, tongue trailing up and making you damp. you’re even wetter between your legs, though - now that jisung’s cock is inside and leaking, you’re convinced you’re leaving a wet spot on the bed. “delicious little cunt. my tasty baby, all mine, c’mon. who am i? w-what’s my name? tell me again, keep saying it, tell me my name-“

“daddy, daddy! daddydaddydaddy, your cock, fuck, it’s so good!” you wail, feet kicking around in your little socks in your throes of pleasure. jisung’s quick to grab your thighs and wrap them around his waist, and then he’s fucking you, hips slapping against your ass. you let your arms drape across his neck, keeping him situated in your neck where he’s moaning and groaning unabashedly. jisung’s always loud, but he’s even louder now, incoherent noises falling out of his mouth. you can’t even stop talking. “big! big, big, ji- daddy, daddy’s cock’s so big, fucking my little pussy just right, please!”

jisung shifts, chest slick with sweat, and leans back on his haunches. he’s deeper this way, cock curving and slamming against your g-spot with every eager thrust he makes. you think you’re crying but you’re not sure, too out of it to understand, and chan’s definitely gonna get pissed at the two of you for this later.

“f-feel it,” jisung stammers, round cheeks red and his own tears brimming, unshed in his doe eyes. “feel daddy’s cock, baby, fuck. it’s that good? lemme- lemme fuck you til we cum, shit.”

SKZ-TALKER GO! EP 04 LE GALA DES PIÈCES JAUNES