Anon Againnnn!!!!!!!! Thinking Abt Reader And Chan Visiting Reader's Childhood Home When Chan Gets So

🪅 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.”

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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⭑ Minho moments that live in my head rent free 58/?? ⭑

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.”

Venus Fly Trap

PAIRINGS: Bang Chan x fem!Reader

GENRE: mature (smut)

CONTENT WARNINGS: established relationship, CNC (consensual non-consent) and cnc-related roleplaying that can be triggering to certain audiences, references to drinking alcohol and bar scenes. With that said, this kink is implied to be pre-negotiated in this fic. Please remember before, during, and after reading that these scenes are fictional and do not reflect the idol's personality irl.

WORD COUNT: 3,977k

A/N: I would like to thank 🐌 anonnie for this commission! I hope you like it bubs!!

smut warnings under the cut!

SMUT WARNINGS: cnc, perv!chan (he's a creep), p in v, choking, use of degrading names, fingering, oral (m rec.), unprotected sex, exhibitionism, pain play, also sex without proper prep, there's fluff at the end dw, i think that's it, lmk if i missed anything!

Brandy, cherries, and cola.

The flavors dance on your tongue the same way this stranger— who goes by the name Chan— danced with yours in the bar’s crummy bathroom. You had no plans to meet someone new tonight, your only goal being to get drunk enough to get a mild hangover the day after. And yet somehow, you find yourself in here; between the wall and his body while he licks and nips at your neck teasingly.

It’s embarrassing how a simple, dimpled smile from him had you caving in so quickly. He was charming, impressively so, seeing how effortlessly he carried the conversation without it ever feeling forced or awkward, something that always lingered whenever a random man decided to have some small talk with you during a night out like this. Besides, what better way to strike up a conversation with someone than to ask them if they had a dog? Because, coincidentally, he has one too. With the same breed. Same name. What are the odds?  

Everything just happened so fast. One moment, you were enjoying your own solitude by the bar before he joined in, introducing himself before offering to get you a drink. If it was just any other day, you would have declined, but seeing that pretty smile of his, who could even resist? It didn’t even take you long to realize that his giggles sounded like it was accompanied by a harp played by angels and that his shy demeanor was something that you find way too endearing for you to shoo him away— that's when you know that you were already swept off your feet by him.

So when he asks if you would want to go somewhere more quiet, private, away from the bodies of people raving on the dancefloor, you say yes, letting him pull you into the men's restroom and into the farthest cubicle. 

One second, he’s locking the door, then crashing his lips into yours the next. 

You wondered how many times he has done this before, luring pretty girls in with his seemingly bashful nature only to surprise them that he’s much more of an enigma if anything. His sudden change in demeanor caught you off guard because whatever facade he had moments ago was definitely replaced with someone more confident, headstrong, and assertive, taking the lead once he had you trapped within his arms with his lips on yours in a bruising kiss. 

You’d initially thought he’d take things slow, that he’d take his precious time kissing you gently, borderline romantic, an assumption that you had since he did seem like a guy who’d do something like that. But he didn’t, the rose-colored vision you had about him was immediately broken by this stone called reality that was thrown at the fragile glass. Chan doesn’t let up, not even for breath, and with a rough pace you just came out of nowhere. It was a mash of teeth and tongue, the obscene sounds of heavy making out filtering throughout the empty restroom, mixing with whatever trashy trap music was blasting outside.

At that moment, it had you wondering where the man you just met a few moments ago go. 

The sudden change in his demeanor should have been enough to set off the alarm bells in your head, and hopefully ring loud enough to wake you up to your sense clouded by lust, but your bird brain only welcomed it with arms wrapped around his neck just to pull him closer, close enough to feel his already hard member straining against the front of his jeans. 

A hand heavily gropes your ass while he kisses your neck, his teeth lightly grazing at your sensitive skin, sending a ripple of excitement throughout your body. It even almost made you moan. Your fingers thread through his hair, lightly tugging at it to redirect his lips back to yours. The action makes Chan groan, kissing you again with the same roughness he did from the start. You feel his hands start to roam around your body, over your clothes, feeling every dip and valley before stopping at your chest. Only then did you feel the chills going down your spine the moment he starts kneading one of your breasts, and you swore you felt the urge to push him away and maybe ask him to slow down at first. Things were moving too fast for your liking, and you weren’t looking forward to getting fucked in a cramped bathroom stall tonight. So, you lightly pushed at his chest, hoping that he’d get the message, but he didn't. It only made him nip into your lips before giving your breast a firm squeeze, and for what reason, it felt more of a warning for something you’re not entirely sure of. But still, you pushed at him again, hard enough for him to detach his lips from yours only to go back to kissing your neck— this time with him slightly grinding against your front. If it were any other day, you’d think that his groans sounded so hot, but right now, it only made your heart thrum against your chest in a slight panic with the realization that he’s not stopping. 

“Chan,” you call out to him a bit breathlessly as you try to tug his head away from your neck, “Chan.” He only hums at the sound of his name, his hand finally moving away from your breast but only to trail it down your navel. His hand was already dangerously close to your clothed core before you finally grabbed his wrist to stop him, only then did he finally pull away from you. 

“What’s wrong, sweets? ‘Thought we were gonna do this at some point?” He says with a dazed, and almost dopey look on his face. “Yeah, I—” you gulp, “It’s just that… I think we’re moving a bit too fast?” You didn’t know why, but the longer you looked at him, the more it made you feel like you wanted to shrink into yourself and away from his intense gaze. Suddenly, it’s as if you couldn’t read him, not when his eyes became so void of emotion, no longer matching the small smile he’s sporting on his lips. “Come on, Y/n,” he says, his hands resting on your hips, and you can faintly feel the way his thumbs slightly press into your flesh.

You blink at him, unsure, before sharing an awkward chuckle with him with a shake of your head. “I um…” you feel his grip tighten, tilting his head to the side as he waits for your next words, but judging by the way his smile slowly starts turning sour, you recon that he already knows where this is heading. 

“Tonight has been great and all but,” you paused, trying to gauge his reaction, and you find it funny how you’re suddenly nervous—  as if you’re now walking on eggshells just waiting for him to crack. “I think I should go.” 

You move, trying to create even just a little bit of space for you to get away from him, but he blocks you, now putting one of his hands against the wall to trap you. “Leaving already?” Chan asks, still with the sickly sweet souring smile on his face that has your heart beating frantically in your chest, alarm bells ringing in your head now that you’ve come to the realization that things were quickly going south. 

You gave him a sheepish smile, masking the panic that was slowly bubbling within you, before trying to move away again, but this time he trapped you even more by putting his body closer to yours leaving you no room to escape. 

“Chan, come on, I gotta—” 

“Don’t go yet, please?” He asks, his face mere inches away from yours, his eyes darting to your lips— you’ve never felt this vulnerable and scared in your life before until today. The tension in the air thickens, even more, the moment he locks eyes with you, and suddenly you feel as if you’re claustrophobic with the proximity between the two of you.

He tries kissing you, but you dodge, turning your face away so he can kiss your cheek instead. “Playing hard to get now, are we?” Chan briefly comments before leaning in to kiss you again, an attempt that fails yet again as you dodge him the second time. He drops his head and then scoffs, his fringe falling over his face making it hard to see his expression, but you catch a glimpse of him licking his lips before breaking out into a toothy, open-mouth smile as he pokes his tongue against his cheek. “And here I thought you were easy,” you hear him mumble under his breath with a shake of his head. Appalled, you look at him incredulously, fear momentarily forgotten because of the sheer shock you felt because of his words. “Excuse me?” 

“Come on, sweetheart. Aren’t you here for a quick fuck?” 

“What? No! Jesus, what made you think that?!” 

“Well, you’re here, aren’t you? In the men’s bathroom? With me?”

You hear the sound of skin hitting skin before you even realize that you’ve slapped him— slapped him hard enough to leave his cheek throbbing with a dull ache that settled on his jaw— and you wished that the earth would just swallow you right then and there for what you’ve done.

When he turns to look at you again, his free hand cradling his face, the smile he’d put up is no longer there anymore, replaced by a clenched jaw and eyes that just made your insides scream run, run, run!

Yet you stood still, out of fear and pride, facing him with your chin held high and unblinking eyes, hoping that he’d get the message that you’re not as easy as he thinks you are. 

“I was hoping I’d go easy with you tonight,” he huffs out, his hand reaching out to grab your face, his thumb harshly digging into your cheeks that has you struggling to escape his hold with your hands tugging at his wrist, “Especially after seeing this pretty face of yours.” Despite digging your nails into his skin, he doesn’t budge, not even when you try to tug at it as hard as you can. 

“I’ll give you another chance, yeah?” Chan says and he finally, finally, lets go of you. He reaches out again to touch you but you quickly swat his hand away with a glare and a shove. “Stay. Away.” You warn him and all Chan does in response is chuckle in the most demeaning way possible, as if he knows that your little warning poses no real threat to him. 

He grabs you by the hips before quickly pulling you toward him, catching you off guard and landing on his chest with an ‘oof’. “Come on, baby. Just the tip, I promise. What do you say?” He whispers against your ear, his lips just barely brushing against the shell. 

“You fucking asshole!” You curse, shoving him before spitting right at his face, absolutely fuming in anger. Chan was taken aback at what you did, angrily wiping his face with his hand before grabbing you before you could even push the door open. With a surprised squeal, he pushes you against the wall while he swiftly locks the cubicle again, your effort to escape immediately going down the drain. 

“Listen here, you bitch,” he says as he pins you with his body, his warm breath hitting the skin of your cheek. “I’m gonna take what’s mine and fuck you right here, ya hear me?” He lightly shoves you again for good measure, making you whimper, your breath hitching in fear as you clutch the wall in front of you. “Answer me,” another shove, then you nod as best as you can despite having your face squished against the wall. 

Your heart pounds hard against your chest, loud enough to hear your own pulse in your ears, as he starts unbuttoning your jeans just so he can shove his hand in. “Chan, please,” you whimper, wincing at the sound of your own zipper going down. “Don’t do this, please.” He doesn’t answer you, nor listen because he shamelessly cups your core over your panties.

Then he huffs, amused. 

“You sure you don’t want this?” He asks, his fingers putting pressure against your clothed clit which he seems to find right away. “I can feel you soaking through your underwear, babe.” Your face heats up at his words, and a moan almost threatens to slip past your lips the moment he presses again. “N-no,” you stutter out, and you wanna curse at your body for basically betraying you. You weren’t supposed to like this, him touching you in the most perverted way possible that is, and yet here you are, pleasure buzzing throughout your body every time he manages to rub your clit the right way despite having a barrier of clothing in between. 

“Chan I–” you gasp when he suddenly shoves your pants down together with your underwear, the action leaving you bare for him to see. “Chan, no! Oh god, stop— please don’t look!” You pleaded, even going as far as trying to cover yourself, but Chan was quick to grab both your knees and pin them behind your back, pushing you against the wall so that you could arch your back and present your ass toward him.

“Why even cover yourself, sweetheart?” He asks, and you feel him putting his fingers on your embarrassingly wet cunt, fingers pushing through your folds. “I can’t believe you even dared to hide this pretty pussy of yours. Did you really think I’d leave without having a taste first?” He spends his precious time just toying with you, admiring how your slick coats his digits and how your body tries so hard not to react with the pleasure that was getting so hard to ignore. “It’s okay, pretty girl. You can feel good,” he says, dipping the tips of his finger against your hole until your knees threaten to buckle from under you. “N-no,” you say with a shake of your head, “Doesn’t f-feel good.” It really doesn’t, not when all he does was tease you, only rubbing your cunt through your folds and purposefully avoiding your aching bud. Perhaps this was his revenge, riling you up to the point where you forgot that you never wanted this in the first place, which again, he does ever so effortlessly the same when he managed to lure you in. Maybe he really is right, you think. Maybe you are easy, no less easy than the fly who falls victim to the sweet nectar of a Venus fly trap. Before you knew it, he had clamped down on you the same way the jaws of the carnivorous plant snap close to capture its prey. 

“No?” He says with faux sympathy, finally shoving his middle finger inside and he almost moans at the feeling of your walls clenching around his digit, warm and velvety and so, so snug for lack of better words. “Well, that isn’t really my problem now, is it?” You hear the telltale sound of metal clinking and you realize that he’s undoing his belt. You shake your head, muttering no, no, no before looking over your shoulder in horror. “Chan, what are you–” 

“Does it matter?” he cuts you off with his head tilted and his brow raised. “Isn’t this what you wanted in the first place? Don’t tell me you’re still playing hard to get.” Chan scoffs out, pushing his pants down his thighs before palming his now hard cock over the thin fabric of his boxers. You thrash against him, which really was a mistake because it only managed to shove Chan’s finger even deeper, you swore it nearly grazed your cervix, making you shudder almost instantly. “Stay fucking still,” he tells you, almost like a command, while he stills you by holding your hip in place just so he could shove another finger inside.

“I don’t think you’d be needing that much prep,” he says after a while of wiggling his fingers in your hole, experimentally pulling it out before pushing it right back in, purposefully missing your sweet spot. “Not like you really need it.” He pulls his fingers out just to spread your wetness all over your cunt just to prove a point before putting it right back in. 

It’s embarrassing to hear the loud noises of your cunt  every time he moves his fingers, the lewd wet sounds echoing throughout the bathroom, and if anyone were to come in, they’d definitely know right away what the two of you are doing. But then the idea of Chan possibly fucking you without prep makes you clench around his fingers as an attempt to push them out and definitely not because of how aroused you felt with the idea. 

“Be good for me now, yeah?” He says, leaning over your body just so he can press his chest against your back while pulling his cock out of the confines of his boxers. You shake your head once again, telling him no for the nth time of the night, but he only shuts you up by putting the very same fingers that were inside your pussy into your mouth to shut you up before pushing his cock inside you without any room for adjusting. The sting of the intrusion makes your eyes water and squeal around his fingers, your breathing erratic as you can physically feel your cunt throbbing around the size of his girth. Chan groans at the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, even more so when he starts moving, fucking you as if he already owns your body. Every thrust sends your body forward into the wall, making you use your arms to stabilize yourself and keep yourself from hitting your face against the wall. 

“Such a tight fucking cunt, babe. Can’t believe you would even keep this from me,” he pants out, fucking you hard enough to let out huffs of your own pleasure, tiny, quiet moans coming out muffled as the sting slowly turns into pleasure, especially when the curve of his cock is just enough to make it hit your sweet spot. 

You feel his fingers dig into your hip as he pulls you against him to meet his thrust, and you are sure that you’ll wake up with bruises the size of his fingertips tomorrow. But at this point, it’s like you wouldn’t even mind, not when you already start to feel fuzzy from the pleasure his cock was giving you, drooling around his fingers with your own spit dribbling from your chin. 

The sound of skin against skin, his heavy set of balls smacking against your clit, and his moans that bounced with every thrust were enough to make you feel your orgasm slowly building up like a rubber that’s pulled too tight threatening to snap. And Chan knows you’re close if not with the way you just got wetter, your essence forming a ring at the base of his cock, with your tight pussy clenching around him nonstop, so he pulls his fingers from your mouth just to hear the pretty noises you were making. 

You can get caught like this, the both of you know, and every time you remember it makes your heart skip a beat or two. You definitely don’t want to get caught per se, but the idea itself makes the skipped beat from your heart appear in your cunt, you know? 

“C-close,” you mutter, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he decides to wrap his hand around your neck and pull you closer against him so he can just press himself against your back, deepening his strokes until he feels you cum around him with a silent scream, your eyes crossed as you twitch and shake against his hold as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. “There ya go,” he comments before nibbling at your ear. “I could have made you cum like this moments ago if you weren’t being so fucking difficult.” 

Just then, before Chan could even focus on chasing his orgasm, the door to the public bathroom opens and a drunk man stumbles in, and he was quick to pull out of you and push you to the floor to shove his cock in your mouth, the sound of you gagging when his cock reaches the back of your throat silenced by the sounds of the drunk man throwing up a few stalls away. You had to breathe through your nose and blink your tears away, and you thought that Chan would stop right here and wait for the person to leave so he could continue, but he didn’t. Instead, he wraps his hand around your throat, choking you, while his other hand threads through your hair before gripping at your roots just so he could move you against his cock, moving your head back and forth like a toy for him to use. 

You try to not gag every time he pushes you too deep, so you try to focus on smelling his musk and the taste of his precum mixed with your own juices in your mouth, anything to keep you focused on staying quiet until the man leaves. It’s a shame that even in this moment you think that the stranger you just met an hour ago looks so pretty with his face contorted in pleasure. His plush bottom lip is caught between his teeth and he’s got sweat beading on his temples, and you could see just how much he’s trying to stay quiet too. 

When you finally hear the sound of the toilet flushing followed by the bathroom door opening and closing, Chan lets go, keeping your head in place before shallowly thrusting into your mouth before he cums. “F-fuuuuuuck yeah, baby. Shit, did so fucking well for me.” Streaks of his hot cum shoot down your throat before he pulls out just enough to get the last bits of his release on your tongue. 

His chest heaves as he comes down from his high, gently pulling you off his cum just so he could watch you open your mouth just to show how much there is in your mouth before swallowing it with a satisfied giggle. 

“Fucking hell,” Chan comments with a breathless chuckle, watching you take his softening cock back inside your mouth just to ‘clean’ him off until he hisses with overstimulation. “H-hah— that’s enough, baby, please,” he says with a wince, finally breaking character, so you pull off with a pop before giving the tip of his cock a kiss with a sweet giggle. Chan then helps you up before pulling you into his arms, immediately attacking your face with so many kisses, making you whine and break into a smile. “Channie, nooo,” you squeal out, “stop!” 

“‘M not stopping,” he says, his dimples making an appearance on his handsome face as he smiles at you. “Gonna give you so many kisses for being such a good girl for me.”

“You can give it to me later, you know?” You say with a smile before giving a kiss on the tip of his nose. “We might get caught if we stay like this!” 

“You’re worried about that now?” He jokes before helping you put your pants up and straighten your clothes. “Yes now,” you retort. “I was busy getting railed by my boyfriend earlier! Of course, I worry about it now!” 

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about anything, Mrs. Bang,” Chan teases, giving you a forehead kiss. “I’ll fuck you again the moment we get home. This time, we’re definitely not getting caught.” 

— puppy love

chan | lino | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

NSFW ★

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Xfem!reader : In which both you and seungmin are too shy to talk about sex, but too horny to keep your hands off each other. (Cute lil birthday post for my dear friend @sydnerss love you squid!)

Sex isn’t the most important thing in a relationship.

No, it’s communication.

Which is something both you and seungmin had stressed since the moment you got together. So why— why couldn’t you two just communicate about sex?

It seems like every time either of you wanted to fuck, you can never voice it. The most you did was lay down silent hints.

You’d walk around in the tiniest little shorts that show off your fluffy ass and thick thighs. Meanwhile, he’s wearing his joggers as low as possible, subtle vline being showed off like the piece of art it is.

You both won’t say a thing tho.

It’s til he’s grabbing you by the waist and pulling down to his lap, when you know he’s painfully hard. Dick pressing up against your ass as he looks up at expectantly, hoping you’d also take the hint.

At first you blamed on the fact that your relationship was relatively new. You both are quite shy anyways, it took you a while to even confess your romantic feelings for each-other.

— so being upfront about the sexual ones would be even harder.

just wanted to be respectful, dispute the absolutely disrespectful things y’all wanted to do.

And that’s why you’re stuck on the phone with him, ache in your core, listening to him hang out with his friends.

It’s been hours since the call started, something about seungmin missing your voice led y’all into spend your whole day together virtually. It’s a cute sentiment until youre scrolling through tumblr, landing on a post that has one of your hands slapped over your mouth, while the other is digging into your shorts.

It didn’t help how attractive seungmin sounds right now. Joking around with his crew with an edge in his voice that you hadn’t heard before. Your AirPods were turned up to an embarrassingly high volume.

You bite back a desperate whimper as your fingers just barely brush the deepest part of you. That spot where only seungmin could reach.

It’s a bit scandalous to be doing this, you admit. But you can’t help it when it’s been so long since you’ve gotten your back blown out.

If only you had the courage to tell him about how badly you needed him to fuck you into your pillows. But you dont.

Instead you’ll just quietly slut yourself out his voice. pathetically rolling your thumb on your clit as you chase after orgasm that just keeps slipping away.

you’re close- so so close—

“Y/n? You still there?” Seungmin called making your movements stutter. “Y/n?”

Damn it.

“Mhm, still here.” You say quickly. But there’s a slight shake in your voice that makes your boyfriends ears perk.

“You okay? You sound like you’re crying.”

“ ‘mm not.” Oh but you’re about to. Your body was begging for some kind of relief and whatever you were doing was not enough. Fingers all cramped up inside of you as try to keep on pumping.

“You sure? Do you need me to come over?”

Yes. Yes. Yes.

“No, I’m fine.” you mentally punch yourself as you hear seungmin hum, telling you to let him know if anything changes. But it won’t, you’re sure of it.

He goes back to playing around with his friends and you do the same, but with yourself.

Fingers weren’t cutting it anymore though, You needed something stronger. your legs swung over the bed, heading over to your dresser.

Where did you put it?

You rummage through your clothes until you’re pulling out pink little vibrator, shaped to resemble a rose. It’s been so long since you used it, is it even charged?

But you don’t have time worry about that, you’re too busy trying rid yourself of the knot in your stomach.

When you’re back on your bed, you quickly mute your mic— not without making an excuse to seungmin that you’re gonna play some music and that you didn’t want to disturb him with it.

In reality, it was because of how loud the said toy was despite what the packaging said when you got it. The Rose made a shit eating wiring sound as you placed on your clit.

But damn, it’s effective.

Soft moans floated off your lips and into the cold air of your room. You imagined that it was your boyfriend between your legs, licking and sucking as he pinned your hips down to the mattress.

your legs would curl over his sharp shoulders, while your hands latched onto a tuft of his brown locks. in your mind, you can practically see the intense look he’d be giving you. Dick probably throbbing in his pants as he eats you up.

you were completely wrapped up in your own fantasy, eyes stung with tears as your orgasm started to creep in finally. With your free hand, you dip those fingers inside of you, pressing upwards and just can’t help but cry out.

“Minnie, please. Need you so bad..” You whined, legs shaking immensely.

“If you needed me so bad, you should’ve just asked.”

You paused. No, everything had paused.

The rose went dead. Your heart stop beating. and your orgasm never came.

“I thought-“ you grabbed your phone, wide eyed because the mute button was untouched. “Oh my gosh, your friends didn’t hear me did they??”

“And if they did?” He rasped, “it’s not like you cared. Acting like a mutt in heat.”

Little did you know, seungmin didn’t even give them the chance. as soon as he sensed something was up with you— he was out the door. by the time he was on your street, you were moaning into the phone. he had to try not to swerve and hit a trash can, it was a mess.

“Seungmin…”

“Just come open the door.”

-

Everything happens in flash after you open that door.

You’re swept off your feet and forced into a desperate kiss. Seungmins nipping, biting, and sucking on your lips as he navigates through the house and into your room.

“you’re such a tease.” he says against your mouth, “you did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“No, seung. I didn’t mean to-“ your words are cut off, being dropped on the bed knocked the wind out of your lungs.

“Fucking liar,” seungmin cursed, dark eyes glaring down at you. “You’re always doing this. putting yourself on display just to get my attention even though you already have it.”

He’s so right, you hate it— but it’s true. You had gotten so desperate and messy, when all you had to do was speak up.

“Did you have fun fucking on that weak toy of yours? Was it better than me? Hmm?” He asked, hovering over you. You gasp, feeling his fingers slide up your thighs and onto your core. His fingers pressed into the wet patch on your thin pajama shorts and seungmin has to hold back a scoff.

“I guess not.” He chuckled, rubbing you through the cloth until his fingers are drenched.

“s-seungmin,” you call and your boyfriend raised a brow.

“What? gonna beg like the needy lil pup you are?” He mocked, “go on then. Speak.”

A waterfall off of pleas leave your mouth in an instant. It was like seungmin a flipped a little switch in your mind, making you spill every dirty thought you had of him earlier.

You just wanted him buried between your thighs, helping your relieve the tightness in your gut after being edged all day. “Please, please, please Minnie. Needa’ cum so bad.”

a satisfied grin stretches across his face as he hear your demands.

“How could I possibly say no when you’re this cute?” He says before traveling down your body, leaving behind kisses until he’s face to face with your heat.

Without a thought, he slides your shorts to the side and latches his mouth onto your sore clit. Tongue lapping over the sensitive bud, making your back arch in pleasure.

Fuck, this was just what you needed. You’re rolling your hips against his face in such a shameless way— but did you care? No. All you cared about is getting your long awaited release.

it sneaks up on you, making you choke out a loud cry as your orgasm washes over you. seugmin has to dig his nails into your thighs, trying to keep your legs from closing up on him.

“Seungmin, s-stop.. t-that’s enough.” You sob, but your boyfriend doesn’t listen. He just continues to eat you out, amused as he watched you writhing in his hold from overstimulation.

a second wave of ecstasy hits, harder than the last and seungmin finally lets you free. “You’re so good for me, look how much you came.” He teased, wiping his face clean from your wetness.

“It’s your fault.” You huff, chest rising and falling.

“Guilty as charged” seungmin laughed, before leaning down and hauling you into another kiss. It’s a lazy and sloppy one, letting you get a taste of yourself.

your hands travel down to his torso, fingers tracing his soft features until you’re buried into the fabric of his boxers.

“Fuck, y/n. Just like that.” Seugmin hisses at your cold palm wrapping around his hard length. you pump him, hand moving with easy thanks to the precum that leaked from his shaft.

“Seung,” you breathe out, looking him in the eyes. “fuck me and Make it hurt.”

“Bossy lil pup.”

In a matter of second seungmin flips you over onto all fours, pressing your face into the comforter.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He says from behind, tip diving into your entrance. You whine out loudly as you suck up every inch.

His thrusts are mad and wild, nails sunk into your hips and dick hitting your gspot every. Single. Time. The room is flooded with the sound of his hips meeting yours and the bed screaming under you.

“Yes yes yes, fuck me like that.” you cry out, only fueling the man inside you more.

“you like my dick that much?” He asked, snapping his hips harder. “You’re clenching so hard like it’s yours.”

“Mine.. want it so bad.” you splutter out.

“Then take it, baby.”

It’s not long before you’re both moaning mess, muscles tensing as you feel your high course through you. seungmin dips down, pressing his face into your nape as he milks himself. His load fills you until there’s a little bulge in your belly and it only deflates when he pulls out.

He slumps over to the side of you and wraps an arm around your waist, bringing you to his chest.

“Now, it think it’s time we have a little chat about our communication skills.”

“Seungmin…. I can’t even think right now.”

:)