I Can't Even Fathom That Kind Of Shock And Pain. I Have Been Fortunate Enough In Life To Have Been Spared

I can't even fathom that kind of shock and pain. I have been fortunate enough in life to have been spared a lot of grief and loss

"Are you still coming home?"

₊✩‧₊ ot8 - romance tropes ₊✩‧₊

synopsis: Stray Kids members as romance tropes; Based off of this ask I answered - put into longer stories/a proper series.

pairing: han jisung x fem!reader

notes: drip coffee being served. (aka angst.)

warnings: mentions of character death (reader)

Childhood Loves | Enemies -> Lovers | Forbidden Love | Soulmates | Not Meant To Be | Royalty | Unrequited Love | Blind Date

It started with a phone call.

"I got in! I did it! Did you see the email? I sent it to you- I sent you a photo!" Your voice rings through his phone so loudly that he has to pull it away from the soft skin of his cheek when he smiles; He almost accidentally hits the red circle to end the call. "Dear Ms. ___, we are pleased to announce that you've been accepted into the Summer-" His breath catches in his throat and he chokes on the words, round eyes so wide that they appear they might fall out of his head. Jisung's grip on his phone tightens and he breathes heavy, sighing out in disbelief. "Full ride. You got the full ride-! You're going to Paris! You're going to study in Paris!" He cooes. Your voice is softer on the other side, heart warming and gushing as you listen to your boyfriend faun over your achievement; What you're going to accomplish; A promise of success in the form of a short, curt email from the school of your dreams. "Four months in Paris, studying in smokey cafes," You sigh, "I'm going to Paris, Sungie. Paris..." "You're going to Paris." His hands cup your cheeks, warm and soft and covered in a light sheen of sweat from his nerves. He's not even boarding the flight and he's anxious, thumbs brushing over your reddened skin that was damp with searing tears that just threatened to leave red, stinging marks on his hands if they continued to fall. "I'm going to Paris," You whisper in confirmation. Your bags sit at your sides and your hands had come up to meet his own, rubbing over the back of them to keep him grounded more than yourself. You swallow, spit traveling down your throat in a way you can only describe as suffocating. Leaving him was going to be hard, but; This was happening. You would be gone for four months; Four long, pressing months that would no doubt pose a challenge to not only your intelligence but your well-being; Four months that would leave you missing your boyfriend every night and morning where you would lie alone. But those four months were a guarantee to drive your inspiration - They were a guarantee to push you forward in your career; And this was not an opportunity someone intelligent would just pass up. A full ride scholarship for four months in one of the most romantic countries on Earth; Without your boyfriend.

It continued with daily updates.

"Paris Fashion Week, Sungie. It was incredible! I've never seen so many gorgeous people in my life." Your words are rushed and in awe as you push through the crowd of people flooding through the streets, on your way home from the event. "I'm going to get to work as soon as I get back to the studio. The designs, the people, the way they presented - I've never felt so.. I don't know! My inspiration is flourishing!" It makes him chuckle on the other end of the phone call. He's sitting in the practice room on the floor, his back cold as it presses to the wall mirror behind him. One hand holds his phone to his ear while the other slowly twists a scrap of paper between his thumb and index, wrist perched on his knee. His eyes bore into the yellowed material and as they grow lidded, he has to blink the tears away from his lashes when they catch. "I'm happy for you." His voice shows no sign of anything short of joy. You are everything he is proud of and that's never going to falter from his mind; You come first, your happiness comes first; You above all. His lashes flutter again when the tears don't cease. They burn down his cheeks, his skin reddened and raw from where he had been rubbing his the scuffed cuff of his hoodie sleeve; But he smiles, thumb nail pressing into the ridge of his phone case as he murmurs, "Are you having fun?" "I'm having fun, but I miss you." Your voice won't stop breaking; Every word betrays you, every syllable feels like an enemy slicing at your lips and screaming for you to quit talking. Your chest juts with every breath you take where you're tangled in mangled pink sheets that constrict your limbs and when you move to switch the hand thats holding onto the phone, you rip your arm from the blankets in a bout of frustration. "I want to come home. I want to see you again." "Two weeks." Is all he can find himself mustering up the courage to answer with. Jisung could give it away, could tell you about the velvet box he's rotating in his palm as he talks to you. He doesn't break down and cry this time, finding that he's too giddy to show you the gift when you get back to find any tears. So he listens to your cries dull into sniffles until you're both back to talking about what you're going to do for the next two weeks - how you're going to work harder than you have the entire time you've been away. You're going to make him proud like you always do.

And it ended with a text message.

He'd woken up to the texts from you after pulling another all-nighter in the studio. The wishes of seeing him again, being in his arms and being complete for the first time in four long, grueling months away from each other. When he's fully conscious and aware it's the day you're coming home, he brings himself to his feet so fast that the world spins for him. Jisung's never moved so fast, made himself look presentable but still comfortable as he rushed to the airport. 5 Hours. 5 hours he sat there, checking his phone for any updates from you. He wasn't entirely sure what time you were supposed to land, but he did know the number of your flight - and as soon as he saw it on the screen perched above him, he grew giddy. Jisung's leg bounces in anticipation where he's sat, until he stands. Then he's making his way to the large window nearby to peer out and watch planes land and take off. He's in awe, hoping that on any of them you'll step off and make your way to him - come running out of the gate and throw your bags down so that he can envelop you in his arms and never let go again. His fingers twist the velvet box in his jeans pocket and he closes his eyes for a brief moment to take a breath; To calm his heartbeat that slams over and over in his chest like it's threatening to break his ribs and leap free. He glances back at the screen on the wall to see your flight number was gone. Gone....? But it was just there a moment ago. Did that mean you'd landed? Where did your flight go? Jisung turns to stare over at the people walking in and out with their luggage. He watches a woman drop her duffle bag to bring a girl about four into her arms, picking her up and sobbing into her hair that she'd missed her. He watches a man stare down at his phone as he walks by, greeted shortly after by another man who presses a kiss to his lips and comfortably guides him away from the seats to take their leave. His eyes come back to the screen to search again. It's not there. The number just disappeared, like it had never even been there in the first place. Jisung's eyes travel to the television perched nearby. A small group of people had gathered and as he stood there off to the side by a few feet, he pulls the velvet box from his pocket to turn it in his hands. The group chatters quietly about the tragedy - The flight that had crashed on it's way back from Paris, France due to a faulty engine. The only flight from Paris for the next ten hours. His lips part, breathing in slowly. His ribs feel like they rattle with how bad he begins to shake, taking a step back from the group to keep distance from the truth; The revelation that you weren't walking through that gate; That you weren't going to drop your luggage and run to him, tripping over your shoelaces that you never tied - that he had to kneel down and tie for you; That you weren't going to wear this ring. Taking a seat back where he was for five hours before, his lips finally close. They press together, roll into each other as if smearing the familiar taste of your vanilla chapstick. His free hand fishes his phone from his opposite pocket and he stares down at the lockscreen of your smiling face, a bouquet of roses in your hands from the precious Valentine's Day. Were you ever going to smile at him like that again? Slowly, he pulls up the text messages you'd sent him earlier that day. Messages of wanting to be together again, and with stiff fingers, knuckles red and angry from how tight he had been gripping the velvet box, he types out a soft reply.

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Have you ever had the eyes of a cat removed? I’m about to agree to this. The cat’s already blind and in pain according to the vet, and would be blind differently is all, with ghosts of eyes instead of his current milky orbs, but the thought of my yes still crushes my tender bits, the origami at the center of my breath. My father saw this coming. Years ago, he set me on his knee and told me that everyone dies in pieces, an elbow or head at a time, then set me on his other knee and told me that wisteria can’t be killed, and roses, rust, that a smart man ignores the construction code and builds on a foundation of love and cumulus. I’m sorry that he ran out of knees so quickly, that I’ve killed everyone I care about for years, imagined them dying or dead, and that I can’t actually hitchhike on starlight. I stick my thumb out but nothing, I’m still here and unable to lift the darkness of Wednesdays and Januaries off of Eve or operate on my mother’s heart with a firefly or go to Spain this minute and free bulls from men about to stab them beautifully, erotically, for the art of a terror so deep, only blood can speak its name.

BOB HICOK

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Sweet Thing {s.c.}

9 “ That feels good…” 14 “Spread your legs, sweet thing.” 33 “Please, just let me come!"

Changbin x afab!reader | trope: strangers to lovers, regular hookup turns serious | smut | wordcount: 1.8k

Synopsis: You know nothing about the hot guy you've been hooking up with for months. You're not even sure about his name. Obviously, you need to change that. In the middle of sex is probably not the right time, but so what?!

Warnings: explicit content | dni if your under 18

Smut Tags: Porn with Plot | Explicit Sexual Content | Making Out | Hook-up in Bathroom | Bathroom Sex | Fingering (reader rec.) | Oral (reader rec.) | Edging | Overstimulation | Teasing | Some Dirty Talk | Slight Praise Kink | Dom/Sub Undertones (Dom!Changbin) | Mirror Sex

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“Spread your legs, sweet thing.”

Against every fibre in your body, you disobey and further the distance to the unbelievably attractive man instead. Much to his dismay.

“Hey,” he tilts your gaze towards himself by the touch of your jaw. A sweet gesture, seeing you were heavily making out seconds before. “What’s going on?”

Hidden away in the small bathroom of your favourite bar, you find yourself perched on the counter. Most definitely the product of the alcohol intoxicating your system.

“Sorry—” you excuse yourself, wiping your hands down the sides of face. “I’m good. Let’s keep going.”

Expecting him to continue where you had left of, you’re surprised to find him leaning against the wall. “Not until you tell me what’s going on in that stunning head of yours.”

A light blush spreads over your cheeks towards your ears and your lip wanders between your teeth. Because the reason for your distraction is so stupid.

“It’s just, we’ve been doing this for a while.” Hooking up at this very bar every weekend for the past few months. For the life of you, you can’t remember how it even started. Possibly with a conversation and his hand on your thigh. Probably with a few shots while celebrating your birthday. “And I don’t know anything about you.”

“Which hasn’t been a problem until now. So, where’s this coming from?”

The first few times were fun. Hooking up in the bathroom, words limited to the absolute necessary. If anything, it made it even hotter. Being with a stranger whose name you hardly remember. But then the comments started. You don’t know which of your friend was the first to say something. It might have been Seungmin, questioning how you could keep hooking up weekly without knowing the first thing about him.

And now you can’t shake the comment out of you if you try. The voice is a constant tenant of your metaphorical head-apartment. Living rent-free.

“My friends. They’ve been asking questions about you. None of which I can answer.” Which is stupid, because it shouldn’t matter. What matters is the incredibly handsome and muscular guy in front of you. Changbin— you think.

You’re surprised when he doesn’t laugh at or dismiss their concern. “Okay, then. Let’s do it.”

Cocking an eyebrow, you look down at his hands as they begin travelling up your thighs again. Leaving goosebumps as they burn into your skin.

“Do what?”

“Get to know each other. Might as well play 21 questions while we’re at it.”

His lips brush against your jaw before he urges them against your neck. Checking the quickening of your pulse as he licks at the veins.

“Come on. Hit me.”

But you can’t think. His touches are a true distraction, moans tumbling out of your mouth as you finally spread your legs for him. He slots between them, fitting like the last piece of a puzzle.

“You do know how 21 questions works, right?”

His hands grope at your flesh, pulling you closer until you can feel him against your most sensitive part. Why’d you have to speak up? He could have been inside you by now, but you had to open your stupid mouth.

“Yeah— Just— Can’t think.”

“Fine,” he gives in, pulling at your lip as he kisses you. You’re so hot, you wonder whether you’re nursing a fever. “I’ll tell you three things about me, then. Speed things up. ‘S that alright?”

“Please.” You’re begging now, nails digging into the skin of his bulky arms as he’s dragging his clothed crotch against you. “Feels so good.”

“First one.” Changbin pulls your top up over your breasts, freeing your bra. His thick fingers brush against your nipples, forcing a shudder through your body. “I go to the gym five times a week.”

“Obvious—ngh,” you agree turns into a throaty moan as he nibbles at your left breast. Your panties soaked already as you mumble into the night. “Deeper.”

“I’m not even inside you yet.” His chuckle vibrates through your torso. Then he grazes his teeth against your second nipple, and you might as well have lost your head.

“No. Tell me— fuck— tell something deeper. Something not— not everyone knows.”

You’re entering heaven when his hand wanders down your side and towards the hem of your skirt. It wiggles below the fabric, setting flames to your loins. You’re burning from the inside out as this stranger handles your body like he created it himself. Knows how to make you go absolutely insane. And that’s with his clothes still on.

“I call my mom every day.” That definitely fits the category of deep talk. Although, the thought of Changbin’s mother doesn’t exactly fit the moment. “Number three, I’d like to take you out one of these days.”

When the tip of his thumb reaches for your clit, you see the realisation hit his features in real time. You’ve ruined your panties and he can feel it. He has ruined you, and he can see it. From your rolled-back eyes to your tossed-back head. You’re in absolute ecstasy.

Changbin thumbs at your nub, drawing circles with your own wetness. Smirking with pride like a lunatic.

“Your turn, sweet thing. Three things about you, then you get to come.”

No words describe the hatred you feel for yourself when you realise he’s serious. The trajectory of earning your orgasm is as much arousing as it is frustrating. If only you hadn’t said a thing.

“I’m—” You tumble forward as his middle finger enters you. And him? He cocks his head at you, playing confused.

“Sorry? I don’t understand you. Can you speak up?”

Asshole.

“Music,” you mumble, breathless. “I like music. Listening. Making.”

“That’s one. You’re doing so good for me.” A kiss swallows the whine as he enters another finger. Your walls are clenching around him as his thumb practically attacks your clit. It feels so good, but it’s not enough and Changbin knows. “I tell you what. Give me a second, and I’ll give you a third. Sound good?”

You nod, frantic, needing—nay, craving—another one of his fingers.

“I’m good— good at— oh, God.” Hands are clawing at his shirt, the black and red fabric almost ripping from the strength he ignites in you. Your stomach is tensing tight, and he slows down. It’s an alarming promise, Changbin threatening to leave you high and dry if you don’t give him another one. A second fact about yourself. “Maths. I’m good at maths.”

You’re all but howling when he enters a third finger and curls them up against your spot. That’s when you loose the rest of control over your body. None of your movements are under your own command anymore, Changbin’s the sole reason you’re even still sitting upright.

“That’s two. I thought you were good at maths. You’re one short of earning my mouth, sweet thing.”

The promise alone almost makes you fall of the edge. His mouth on you. Coaxing you to your sweet, sweet release. It’s not far, but Changbin is the only one who can make you reach it. You don’t doubt he’ll leave you on the edge if you don’t give him a third fact.

It’s unfortunate that you can’t form coherent sentences anymore. Let alone think of a third fact about yourself. Absolutely pathetic.

“Please—” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you stare up at him, begging, pleading. “Please, just let me come.”

“Nuh-uh,” he teases with a smirk. A soft kiss hits your nose, then your lips. “That’s not a fact, sweet thing. Don’t you want to come on my tongue?”

Again, the thought alone has you clenching on his fingers. You’re so full, so close, and yet, can’t think of anything.

Maybe if you copy one of his facts, he won’t notice, right? But what was it he said? Oh, right. Gym, mom, date. But, you don’t go to the gym and you don’t talk to your mom daily.

“So, what is it?”

“Date!” you blurt out and he looks confused. “Take me out.” But that’s a prompt, not a fact, so you correct even further, teetering on the edge of heaven and hell. “I’d like it, I mean.”

Changbin debates for a second whether your words count as a fact. You can tell he wants to tease you some more, relishes in it. Thank God, he decides against it.

A sigh of relief escapes you when he finally leans down, pushes your skirt up and connects his lips to yours. And that’s all it takes.

One second his tongue prods against your clit, the next you’re coming on it.

And come, you do. You’re sure you’re squirting all over his face as he swallows up every bit of your release. Cleans you with his mouth until you’re glistening in spit and overstimulation. It doesn’t seem he wants to leave the space between your thighs and you have to drag him away when it becomes too much.

“Sweet, sweet thing,” he teases with a smile when he comes up, licking his lips. His hair is a mess, likely from your hands tugging at the strands and he looks like sex-on-legs. Cheeks dark pink, lips just as, and eyes blurry from arousal. He’s so, so hot, and you’re heating up again already as he’s kissing your lips with pure passion. “So, about that date…”

“Name a place and a time. I’ll be there.”

He chuckles, pulling you from the counter and turning you around. You will never tire from him, treating you like a doll. Bending and breaking you as he pleases. Those damn muscles flex as his arms wrap around your body and he pushes you up against the sink.

“We’ll get there. In fact…” he pulls your skirt over your asscheeks, giving them a delicious squeeze as he hums. Next thing you know, he frees his cock, reaching into his jeans to pull out a condom. And you wonder how Changbin is still so hot while wrapping himself in the latex. “How about you come three more times.”

You gulp at the thought, finding him in the mirror.

“One for a time and one for a place.”

That’s only two. You’re good at maths, or at least you think you are. Changbin might have fucked that brain right out of you.

“And the last one— one— fuck, you’re tight,” he praises as he enters you from behind.

Once he bottoms out, he collects himself, flicking your nipples as he watches you through the glass. And yet again, you’re a chaotic mess in his hands. With your head thrown back against his chest, you’re sent straight back to your own personal nirvana.

That’s when Changbin finishes his prior statement, a proud smirk glued to his face. “The last one’s simply for good measure.”

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pairing: lee know x reader x han jisung

summary: fate drives the last piece of the puzzle to take down your worst enemy right into your hands in the form of han jisung. you don't expect him to take your whole world, and turn it upside down. Worming his way into your crew, into your heart – and your complicated relationship with Minho. redefining what it means to live and to love, despite it all.

word count: ∼65k

series warnings: 🔞 smut and angst, but also, this is a pirate story, so we are dealing with period typical warnings! There is blood; violence; abuse; murder; death (not of any main characters!!); mentions of parent and pet death; grief; mentions of prostitution and sexual assault (not graphic, in the history of main characters); consensual sexual intercourse, also under the influence; unprotected sex with the pullout method (condoms weren’t invented yet, okay; pulling out does not work!! don’t do it!! this is fiction!!); lots of mxm action

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chapter I - coming: friday, march 8, 3pm CET

chapter II - coming: friday, march 15, 3pm CET

chapter III - coming: friday, march 22, 3pm CET

chapter IV - coming: friday, march 29, 3pm CET

chapter V - coming: friday, april 5, 3pm CET

chapter VI - coming: friday, april 12, 3pm CET

chaper VII - coming: friday, april 19, 3pm CET

chapter VIII - coming: friday, april 26, 3pm CET

chapter IX - coming: friday, may 3, 3pm CET

interlude

chapter X - coming: friday, may 10, 3pm CET

chapter XI - coming: friday, may 17, 3pm CET

interlude

chapter XII - epilogue - coming: friday, may 24 3pm CET

*chapters in italics are supplemental poems

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I’m not sure if you do anything without reader, but I had this kind of crazy thought. You don’t have to answer this if you’re uncomfortable, because it’s a little weird I guess. What about dom Chan and dom Minho with sub Felix, and Felix is never allowed to touch himself without permission? One day, Chan and Minho go out, and come back to see Felix desperately humping his Leebit plushie with Wolfchan in his mouth and there’s just drool and cum everywhere 👀 What do you think they’d do to punish him?

Technically I wasn't touching

Pairing: Felix x Chan x Minho / Minchanlix

Word Count: 4982

Warnings/Tags: fluff, smut, sub!felix, dom!minho, dom!chan, edging, begging, felix doesn't do well with punishment, angst, soft!anxious!min, soft!chan, needy!lix, blindfold, daddy kink (Chanlix), color system

A/N: This got longer than expected😂 It gets a little angsty in the end, but it ends on a happy note. I hope you enjoy it🖤

Felix wanders through the now very empty apartment and sighs softly to himself. Minho and Chan left for their date night about an hour ago, promising him cuddles and kisses once they’d be back. It’s nothing unusual that two of them are out for separate dates once in a while. It’s a little tradition they’ve started early on to give each pairing in their throuple the chance to spend some quality time together. But with his hyungs gone, Felix started to get bored very quickly, and scrolling through his phone wasn’t his brightest idea. 

Seeing all those pictures and edits of his boyfriends only made him long for them to care for him in every way possible. He misses Minho’s hand gripping his hair, his doe eyes watching him with such a fire it took his breath away every time. He misses Chan’s hands, bruising his skin as he pounds into him, whispering the dirtiest shit to him. He misses Minho’s tongue abusing his needy little hole, fucking him stupid in the most mindblowing positions. He misses Chan cornering him against a wall, making him hold back his whimpers and moans in public. Fuck, he really misses his boyfriends.

Felix grumbles softly to himself and makes his way to their shared bedroom, throwing himself into bed. He notices his two plushies comfortably seated against the pillow and frowns softly. Taking Leebit, he smells Minho’s signature cologne. Curiously, he grabs Wolfchan, being met with Chan’s cologne now. “Idiots,” he says fondly and presses the plushies to his face, inhaling the scent of his boyfriends. Felix fumbles for his phone and debates texting his boyfriends for a moment. 

Felix stares at the screen for another ten minutes, and his frustration grows with every passing minute. Of course, they wouldn’t text back. They were having a date. He shifts on the mattress, and his dick rubs against the crumpled blanket beneath him. A soft little moan escapes his lips at the feeling, and he bites his lower lip hard. He shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t. He promised them. 

But…he wasn’t actually touching himself like that, right?

Felix repeats the movement of his hips, and a heavy sigh falls from his lips at the needed friction. He blushes at how loud he sounds in the empty apartment and buries his face further into his Wolfchan, stifling the following noise escaping him. He doesn’t fully know what makes him do so, but it doesn’t take long, and he’s shoving Leebit beneath his body, lifting his hips and grinding down against the plushie, crying out in relief as it finally creates the friction he needs. Felix hastily pushes down his pants and boxers, grinding down against the plushie eagerly.

-

Chan giggles, seeing the message from Felix as Minho went to the bathroom. He rolls his eyes playfully and decides to wait for his boyfriend. Minho comes back after a moment, looking as beautiful as ever. His dark pants and shirt hug him in all the right places. His sleeves are rolled up a little, giving Chan a delicious view of Minho’s beautiful arms and elegant hands. A silver bracelet on his left wrist matches the necklace peeking through the unbuttoned collar. A few rings decorate his fingers, and Chan can’t stop himself from staring as he makes his way to the table. 

Minho sits down, blowing a strand of his currently black hair from his face, and tilts his head at Chan, rather amused. “You’re done staring?” 

“At you? Never,” he smiles softly, and Minho’s amusement yields to a soft blush covering his cheeks. “I know I’ve told you before, but you look very handsome tonight.”

“Thank you,” he smiles sheepishly. “You look stunning yourself, Channie love.” He really does. Chan’s wearing a black suit, refraining from wearing a shirt beneath the jacket, giving Minho a perfect view of his neck adorned with the small bracelet. A pair of silver earrings highlight his dark hair, a few strands falling beautifully into his forehead. Minho’s eyes wander further down, making him smile as he spots the bracelet matching his own. “How’s our sunshine?” he asks curiously. “How you giggled at your phone when I left can only mean he texted.” Chan snorts softly at how well Minho knows him and shows him the text message.

Sunshine💛: I really miss you guys🥺❤️ can I touch myself, pretty please?

 A soft smirk settles on Minho’s lips, and he raises his eyebrows at Chan. “Already?”

“Well, it’s been two weeks,” he laughs.

“Of course, it has been,” Minho rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair comfortably. “I told him it would if he keeps acting up, which he did.”

“Should we release him tonight?” Chan suggests, and Minho picks up his drink, glancing at him amused. 

“Gosh, you’re such a softie,” he rolls his eyes playfully. “Fine, we can,” he gives in, a mischievous glint shimmering in his chocolate orbs. “It’s not like I didn’t miss those pretty little whimpers.”

“Me too,” he smirks and unlocks his phone. “So, no touching until then.”

Minho hums softly and finishes his drink. “Let’s go?”

“Someone’s impatient,” he giggles.

“I miss my Lixie,” he pouts at him, and Chan types a quick message.

Channie hyung🖤: Patience, baby boy, we’ll be home soon🖤

After paying, Chan intertwines his hand with Minho’s, strolling out of the restaurant with him. “Let’s see what our good boy is doing, huh?”

-

Minho giggles softly as he closes the door, and Chan pulls him into a kiss. He kisses back fiercely, making a soft sound as Chan bites his lower lip teasingly. “Okay, come on, let’s…,” his voice trails off as he hears it. “Is he? Fucks sake, Felix,” he growls quietly and pushes past Chan toward their bedroom. 

Chan follows him, and his eyes widen as soon as they enter the doorframe. Felix is fully undressed on his knees in the middle of their bed. His long, blond hair falls around his head messily, partly sticking to his sweaty forehead. Chan needs a moment to comprehend that Felix is biting down on his Wolfchan plushie to stifle the sinful noises leaving his mouth. 

Minho blinks, stunned at the sight of Felix eagerly grinding down against something. Drool is dripping down his chin from biting on the plushie, and there’s cum all over his pretty thighs and stomach. The sight alone makes him hard but fuels his anger before he can do anything against it. That definitely went against their rules and agreements.

Chan’s lips part with a groan as he realizes what exactly Felix is so desperately humping, and he involuntarily grips Minho’s hip tightly. “You have to be kidding me,” he says out loud, and Felix flinches at the sound of his voice, staring at them with wide eyes.

Minho closes the distance and grabs his chin, freeing Wolfchan from his mouth and glaring down at him. “Felix,” he says dangerously low. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers with wide eyes, fear spreading through his body in an addictive rush. “Please.”

“Please, what, baby?” Minho spits out. “One rule. One rule, and you can’t keep it. Why?”

“I-I got needy, and you-you didn’t respond, and I thought-” he starts out, growing smaller beneath Minho’s firm gaze.

“Thought what? That we wouldn’t notice you were touching yourself without our permission?” he asks sharply.

“Technically, I wasn’t touching,” he mumbles, and Minho’s gaze hardens. 

“Technically, you fucked up no matter how you put this,” he snorts.

“I just thought-”

“Wrong thought, pretty boy,” Chan chimes in from behind, slowly stepping next to Minho to avoid Felix agitating him even more. “I thought we could trust you with this,” he says, clearly disappointed, shattering Felix’s heart.

“Channie babe,” he whispers nervously.

“Nah, don’t try to sweet talk now, you messed up,” he shakes his head.

“I missed you two so much,” he tries, eyes getting teary. “I swear I didn’t mean to; I just needed to...”

“You’ve been a brat, which is why. And now you’re being an even bigger brat than before,” Minho reminds him and huffs at him. “Look at the mess you made,” he groans.

“Get up,” Chan says calmly, and Felix’s eyes widen, realizing why. His eyes flicker to Minho, and there’s a pleading look in them as they meet Chan’s again. “I won’t say it again.”

He does, and Minho’s jaw drops, spotting Leebit beneath his boyfriend. “And you traumatized Leebit in the process!”

Chan has to bite back a laugh at that and gently nudges Minho, who also bites back a grin. “God, look at you getting so desperate you’re fucking our plushies.”

“Under any other circumstances, I might’ve found it adorable,” Minho adds, sighing.

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you. Please, I’ll do everything,” Felix starts begging, staring at them with wide, teary eyes. “I promise to be good; I didn’t want to make you mad.”

“Oh, sunshine,” Minho sighs and cups his cheek, soothingly brushing his thumb across his cheekbone. “You do realize we have to punish you now for breaking our rules, right?”

Felix swallows softly but nods compliantly.

“You’ll be a good boy and take it?” Chan asks, growing a little softer for a moment as well. Felix nods eagerly and folds his hands in his lap. “Speak up, Lix.”

“I’ll be a good boy, daddy,” he nods, and Chan seems to be satisfied.

“Such a shame, right before we would've taken care of you,” Chan sighs. 

“I didn't know,” Felix pouts softly. 

Minho laughs at him. “If you wouldn't have been busy humping my plushie, you would've gotten our message.”

“Oh,” he whispers, clearly embarrassed, and Minho seems to have a little pity on him, cupping his face and planting a quick kiss on top of his hair. 

“God, look at the mess you made,” he laughs and brushes back his sweaty hair for him, humming softly as Felix leans into his touch. “Channie love, can you get a towel or something?” Chan nods agreeingly and walks to the adjoined bathroom. Minho gently wipes away the drool from his chin with his thumb and sighs softly, looking down at him, yearning for his simple touch. “Was it really that bad that you couldn’t wait?”

Felix lowers his gaze. “I just really missed your touch.”

“Well, stop being such a tease then; you know I don’t joke around when I tell you there’ll be consequences,” he laughs gently and thanks Chan silently, taking the towel from him. He wipes his face first before cleaning his stomach and thighs. Minho pushes him onto the mattress more or less gently, pinning his hands down and tilting his head at him with a smirk. “Now. What will it be?” he asks, and Felix swallows softly. “We could use you until we’re both satisfied,” he suggests, and Felix’s pupils darken at the thought. “But maybe we’ll just make you watch instead,” Minho adds, and there’s a fearful flicker in Felix’s chocolate eyes at that idea. “Maybe I’ll let your beloved daddy fuck me stupid instead, and you can’t do anything but watch and long it’s you.”

Chan smirks at that thought and steps behind Minho, wrapping his arms around his waist, hand running down his stomach, cupping him through his pants. Minho moans sinfully, purely to tease Felix with the idea. Chan buries his nose in his neck and kisses him sweetly, pulling him back against his body fiercely. “Maybe we’ll blindfold him, and he can listen only, kitten.” 

Minho smirks, licking his lips, and melts into Chan’s so familiar firm touch. “Would you like that, baby boy?” he asks teasingly, pressing back against his hyung. Chan shudders against him, clearly worked up already as well. 

“No, please,” Felix whimpers, squirming on the bed as his boyfriends gaze down at him amused.

“You’re lucky I have a soft spot for you,” Minho snickers and lets go of his wrists, reaching back to tangle his hand in Chan’s hair. “I’m all in with the blindfold,” he nods, and Felix gulps nervously. “You had a long day; he should make it up to you first,” he continues and soothingly scratches Chan’s hair. “Felix,” he speaks up firmly, and Felix’s wide eyes meet his expectantly. “I want you to take care of our Channie hyung, you hear me? No touching for you, you won’t touch Chan, you won’t touch yourself.”

Felix scrambles onto his knees and nods quickly. “Yes, Minho hyung, I can do that,” he answers, almost crying with relief at the thought of getting stuffed to the brim by Chan.

“You won’t cum until I say so,” he continues, and Felix shudders softly. That would be rough, given the pure need spreading through his veins like wildfires. “We’ll see how we go from there.”

“Okay,” he nods and glances at them, unsure about the next move.

“Well, prepare yourself, sunshine,” Minho urges. 

“But, I-,” he stammers, heart sinking. He really hoped Minho would at least eat him out or Chan’s fingers would stretch his hole so perfectly.

“You were so eager to get things done yourself only minutes ago; you’ll manage,” Minho says and turns in Chan’s hold, giving him a firm kiss. He roams his hands down his body, squeezing his bum and smirking as he feels Chan growing hard against him, straining against the fabric of his pants. Minho fumbles them open and slips his hand into his pants, wrapping it around Chan’s dick and stroking him lovingly. “Let’s see if our boy can finish the job, huh,” he says, and Chan’s lips part with a soft groan at the obscene noise leaving Felix’s mouth as he pushes the first finger inside.

Felix whimpers as he stretches himself out enough to take Chan later and blushes heavily at the hungry but adoring looks his boyfriends give him. He spreads his legs for them to give them a better view and shivers as he notices Minho stroking Chan.

Only a little later, Minho has fully undressed Chan, and he’s on his back, guiding Felix into his lap. A mutual relief floods their systems as Chan is buried fully in Felix’s tight heat. Minho climbs onto the bed behind Felix, getting on his knees between Chan’s legs and pulling out a piece of fine silk. “Relax, alright?” he asks Felix, who nods quickly, dying to move. Minho covers his eyes, tying the fabric behind his head, and ensures it’s in place. “Too tight?” he checks in.

“No, it’s fine,” Felix assures him, taking a deep breath at his loss of sight. 

“You know your colors, baby boy?” he asks, and Felix nods quickly. “We can stop or take a break whenever you need to, remember?”

“Yes, hyung,” he says sweetly, and Minho gently squeezes his shoulders. 

“You can start moving then,” he says, and Felix experimentally lifts his hips before sinking back down onto him. Chan’s head drops back into the pillow at this, and pleasure slowly floods his face, increasing with every roll of Felix’s hips. Minho stays behind Felix to mirror the situation and chuckles when Chan soon gets a little frustrated, ever needy for more.

“Lix,” Chan groans. “Stop being sloppy, you're usually not that shy,” he curses softly, and Felix whines in response.

Minho gently slaps his butt. “Come on, pretty boy.”

“Can’t,” Felix whimpers, and looking a little closer, Minho notices how hard his thighs are trembling already. 

“Felix,” Minho says, and Felix fears the worst already until his hyung starts laughing. “Please tell me you didn't spend your all on Leebit and have nothing left for Chan.”

“I-uh,” he stammers, eyes brimming with tears behind the blindfold. “I'm sorry.”

“God, you're such a dumb baby,” Chan laughs, now knowing what's the issue. “So needy you're too tired now. Well, you'll have to take your punishment then.”

Minho giggles as Chan plants his feet on the mattress, grabbing Felix's hips. “No touching,” he reminds him as Felix wants to steady himself on Chan's chest. He scoots closer and wraps his arms around him, letting him lean against him. 

Felix shudders at Minho's hands lingering on his skin, suddenly very aware of him behind him. He can feel his breath ghosting over the back of his neck, warm hands resting on his stomach. The fabric of Minho's shirt feels nice against his bare skin, and he can't bite back a soft moan at the feeling. “Minho hyung,” he whimpers, and Minho chuckles, teasingly roaming his hands all over his stomach and up to his chest. At the same time, Chan sets a fast, harsh pace that has him bouncing on top of him. Felix can't do much besides moaning and babbling nonsense, head dropping back against Minho's shoulder weakly. 

“Dumb baby can't even finish the job on his own,” Chan growls at him, his grip on his hips bruising. His head falls back in pure bliss as Felix clenches around him with a whimper, and Minho gently rubs his thigh. “God, Felix, you're so tight,” he groaned. 

“Such a good boy, making our Channie hyung feel so good,” Minho praises him, fingers brushing over his nipples. 

“Minho, please,” he whimpers. 

“Please, what?” Minho asks patiently, hand only running down to his lower abdomen and stopping right before where he needed him most. 

“I'm so close,” he whimpers. 

“No, no, no cumming until I say so, Lixie boy,” he shakes his head. “You've been a bad little boy, and our hardworking Channie hyung deserves to feel good. So you'll wait like the good boy you promised to be.”

Chan moans out about as loud at his praise as Felix does at his scolding. “Fuck, kitten,” he curses and pounds up in him. “He feels so good.” 

Minho smirks and gently rubs his thigh. “Mhm, hear that, Felix? You're doing a great job.” Minho frowns as he doesn't get an answer, and glancing down, he notices Felix is digging his nails into his own thighs so hard he draws blood. A soft sniffle can be heard, and Felix's moans sound whiny and wet. Minho changes positions, sitting on his knees in front of him and spreading his legs so Chan can still move beneath him. “Lix, baby?” he asks softly and takes off the blindfold. “Color?”

“G-Green,” he choked out, eyes rolling back with a weak moan. “Hyungie, please.”

Minho's eyes widen as Chan teasingly grabs his bum with one hand, squeezing gently. He presses back with a soft moan, knowing that nothing set off Chan as much as the pleasure of his partners. Judging by Felix's desperate face, he couldn't keep it in long anymore. Maybe he'd have to help a little. He starts grinding down against Chan's firm stomach, moaning genuinely at the friction. “Feels so good, Channie hyung, making your boys feel so good,” he tells him, drawing his next moan out, not quite picking up on how hard he makes it for Felix to focus. “Stop that,” he tells Felix very gently and takes his hands to stop him from digging his nails even deeper into his thighs. 

Felix shudders and feels his stomach tightening painfully. “Daddy,” he whimpers. 

“Don't try begging him now,” Minho says, giggling at the guttural groan leaving Chan. Chan tenses up beneath them, pounding his dick into Felix with a few desperate moans, and coats his walls with his release. Chan has barely moaned out Felix's name as Felix already spasms with a cry. Thick ropes of cum cover his stomach, his thighs…and Minho's expensive shirt. Minho blinks down at the mess, a little stunned, before his eyes are back on Felix, who's slumping forward. He catches him in his arms as Felix sobs into his chest, apologizing timidly and crying out as Chan is still moving. His grip on his shirt is tight as one desperate, broken moan after another is being punched out of him. 

“Minho, hyung, I'm sorry,” he cries, and Minho's heart drops a little. “Feels so good, can't-,” he breaks off with a shout as Chan hits his prostate. 

“Felix,” Minho tries to be firm, but he can't. Not when he is such a mess as he had never been before, sobbing from pleasure and guilt into his chest. 

“I'm so close,” he sobs. “So sensitive, so good, daddy,” he cries, and Chan's eyes roll back with a loud moan. 

Minho watches Felix worriedly and scoots as close as possible, hugging him tight. “You're okay,” he whispers only for him to hear. “You can cum, don't hold back.” Minho kisses his hair and feels Felix gripping the back of his shirt tightly as he soon tenses up again and chokes on a sob. “Color?”

“Y-Yellow.”

 “Channie hyung, slow down,” Minho says, and Chan does immediately. He gently lifts Felix off Chan's lap and pulls him into his arms. Chan doesn't waste much time and lifts them both into his lap, leaning against the bed frame. 

He worriedly rubs his back and tries to meet Felix's eyes. “Felix, baby, you're okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, you didn't,” he quickly assures him and nuzzles his face into his touch as he cups his cheek. “Felt so good, promise.”

Minho lovingly runs his hand through his hair. “You got a little overwhelmed, love?”

Felix shakes his head and sniffles softly, shivering heavily in their arms. “I just feel guilty.”

“Guilty?” Chan asks puzzled, and grabs a blanket to cover them all and ensure Felix won't get cold. 

“For what?” Minho asks gently, and Felix contorts his face in embarrassment. “You can tell us, sunshine.”

“For breaking the rule,” he says timidly and doesn't dare to look at them. “And I didn't take proper care of you, Chan, and…and I made a mess all over you, Minho, even though you told me not to,” he says, and big tears spill down his cheeks. “I'm sorry for messing up repeatedly; please don't hate me.”

“Felix, baby,” Chan says soothingly, running his hand through his hair. “It's okay, it happens.”

“We don't hate you. We never would,” Minho firmly shakes his head. 

“But you didn't touch me in two weeks,” Felix whimpers softly, knowing he's being ridiculous. He got kisses, long hugs, and cuddles…just no sex, not after teasing Minho that badly in public and almost getting him into trouble. 

Minho's face falls, a sudden anxious hint clouding his expression and filling his eyes. “Lixie,” he breathes out, heart sinking to his stomach. “I didn't-I'd never-,” he stutters, looking at Chan for help. 

“Minho only did that because it was the consequence you agreed to when he told you to stop teasing,” he says gently. “Not because he hates you.”

“I thought it would be okay,” Felix says quietly and sniffles. “But it wasn't. Wanted you so bad it hurt.”

Minho feels his eyes brimming with tears and blinks stubbornly. “You should've told me, baby,” he says softly and cups his face. “I should've known.”

“I'm sorry,” Felix rasps timidly. 

“No, I am,” Minho shakes his head and searches his eyes. “I should've noticed,” he says, biting back tears as Chan's hand finds his lower back, squeezing his hip. “I'm sorry, baby,” he whispers, pulling him into a tight hug, burying his face in his hair. He meets eyes with Chan, who flashes him a gentle smile and swallows thickly. His heart pounds in his chest as Felix buries himself in his chest, holding onto him tightly. “I love you so much, okay?”

“I know,” Felix says softly and squeezes him tightly. “Just missed you.” 

“Missed you too,” Minho tells him sincerely, blinking stubbornly, not wanting to cry. 

Felix lifts his head a little and kisses Minho's neck very gently. “I love you too, hyungie.” 

A shuddering breath leaves Minho's lips, and he closes his eyes, grip tightening around him. A hot tear slips down his cheek, and before he knows it, Chan's there, pulling them both into one of his warm hugs. He curses himself mentally because being in Chan's arms, his safe place always tempts him to show his emotions freely. He bites his lower lip stubbornly but breaks when Chan plants a kiss on his hair, and Felix nuzzles his face into his neck. A soft sound escapes his lips, and the hold of his boyfriends tightens immediately. Hot tears spill down his cheeks before he can do anything against it, and he curls in on himself a little, trying to hide. 

“Minho hyung,” Felix whispers, shocked, helplessly cupping his face and uselessly wiping his tears. “Don't cry, hyungie, I'm sorry.”

Minho firmly shakes his head and sucks in a sharp breath as Chan kisses his temple and pulls him in close. “Kitten, it's okay,” Chan tells him, kissing his hair and glancing down at him. “Lixie knows you didn't want to hurt him.”

Minho looks up at Felix through tears and grabs his hands. “I'd never hate you, you hear me? I swore to always keep you safe with me.”

“I know,” Felix nods quickly and intertwines their fingers. “I got insecure, I know you don't.”

“I love you so fucking much, sunshine,” Minho sniffles and giggles wetly as Felix hugs him very tightly. “God, you don't even know,” he whispers, burying his face in his hair. 

“My boys,” Chan coos softly and cuddles them close. “I love you two so much.”

“We love you too, Channie hyung,” Felix answers for both of them. 

“Let me clean you up, okay?” Minho asks gently and wipes his cheeks quickly. 

“But you didn't even get to cum,” Felix points out guiltily. 

“Don't worry, I'm alright,” Minho shakes his head and searches his eyes. “Please?”

Chan gently squeezes Felix's thigh, giving him a subtle hint. “Okay,” he nods gently. 

“I'll draw you two a bath,” he announces and slips out of their hug, wrapping the blanket tightly around them. 

Felix watches him worriedly, and once Minho's busy in the bathroom, he glances at Chan. “I hurt him, didn't I?”

Chan looks after Minho thoughtfully before glancing down at him. “I don't think you hurt him…he's probably just worried now to cross your boundaries.”

“I'm sorry, Channie,” he whispers, and Chan's hold on him tightens. 

“Baby, it's okay. It's good that you told us. I didn't realize you were feeling this way either,” he tells him, kissing his head. “Minho is serious when he says he has a soft spot for you. Yeah, I know he gets really sweet and needy with me if he wants to and sometimes is a little bossy with you, but…he'd stop whatever he's doing if you need him. No matter how, no matter where he is.”

Felix chews on his lower lip. “Just want him to feel safe with us like I do with him. He's been so open and happy lately; I don't want to ruin that.”

“You're not. You won't,” Chan reminds him, kissing his forehead and soothingly caressing his hair.

Minho comes back and seeing the shimmer in his eyes, his fingers nervously tapping against his thigh, Chan knows he heard them. “I'm…everything's ready.”

Felix makes grabby hands in his direction. “Carry me, please?”

Minho chokes on his giggle, face softening as he steps closer. “Come here, baby boy,” he says softly and scoops him up. Felix clings to him, and Minho briefly buries his face in his shoulder, planting a tiny kiss there before carrying him to the bathroom. He lowers him into the warm water, smiling at the little sigh that escapes his lips. Minho gently brushes back his hair and flashes him a timid smile. “Feels good?”

“Yeah,” Felix nods, beaming at him tiredly. 

Chan joins them with some fresh clothes for the three of them. He puts them down by the sink for now and steps in front of Minho. “Kitten?”

“Hm?” he hums, eyes flickering at him anxiously. 

Chan smiles softly and soothingly rubs his shoulders. “You're perfect, you know that?” he asks gently, and Minho's eyes brim with tears. 

“I don't,” he whispers, lowering his gaze guiltily at the pain in Chan's sweet chocolate orbs.

“Minnie baby,” he breathes out and pulls him into the tightest hug so far. 

Minho closes his eyes feeling as if Chan puts all his broken pieces right back together. He doesn't really pay attention to the sound of water splashing, but suddenly, Felix is right behind him, hugging him just as tight. Minho giggles at the feeling. “Baby, you're making everything wet.”

“Not my first mess today,” Felix teases lightly, and Minho can't hold back a genuine laugh. “Join us, please?”

“I can't,” he shakes his head, and Felix's face falls worriedly, looking at Chan. 

“Why's that, kitten?” Chan asks calmly. 

Minho pulls back and blushes furiously. “Because I'm…uhm,” he squirms a little and bites his lower lip before whispering his little secret. Since leaving the house with Chan today, a certain favorite toy has been resting between his clenching walls. 

Chan's eyes widen. “The whole time?”

Minho nods shyly. Felix giggles at him, and after a glance at him, Minho blushes even more. “I wanted to give you the remote to tease me, but that's when we decided to go home.”

“Once Channie and I aren't such a mess anymore…can we take care of you?” Felix asks softly, and Minho almost moans out loud at the thought. 

Whenever the three of them were together, Felix, their little baby, was the natural center of attention, and he didn't mind one bit. The thought of not only Chan but Felix focusing solely on him already made him painfully hard. “Please,” he whispers before he can think it through. 

Chan smiles, relieved, as Felix seems to have found a way to show Minho how much they loved him without hovering. “If that's what my kitten wants, it's what he'll get.”

Minho smiles shyly before waving them off. “Come on now, you two are a sticky mess.”

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hello!! I saw you wanted Innie requests so if it's okay with you, can you do like what would be his reaction to his s/o asking him what his favorite color is and then getting her nails done in that color to surprise him? I just think he would be so happy 🥹

I saw this and then started thinking of a nail design bhvf ♱ CW: finger sucking, hand kink, teasing, pet names (bubs, bun, bunny), marking, hair pulling, begging, scratching, unprotected sex, choking, creampie ♱ WC: 1.7K ♱ 18+ work!! minors and ageless/blank blogs DNI! you will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog

Y/n💘: what’s your favorite color Innie💕: green Why? Y/n💘: just wondering Are you still okay to come over after practice? Innie💕: Yeah. Might be a little late but I’ll text you when I leave the company Y/n💘: okie!!! Love you bub 💚 Innie💕: love you too bun 💞

Y/n set her phone down on the nail table and looked at her friend. “He said green, I trust your judgment on what to do.”

“Let’s do it,” Her friend smiled at her before grabbing her hands.

Her friend had recently gotten into doing nails and after practicing on fake hands, she felt up to the challenge of trying out on human hands. Y/n took her up on the offer to help her out and give her a form of self-care too, having been a bit too busy to do any.

The two girls chatted as her friend prepped her nails, pushing back the cuticle, getting rid of the dead skin, and buffing the nail. Getting to applying the tips and acrylic powder.

Y/n let her friend concentrate on the design as she moved her hands around where she needed them, working quickly with the acrylic and the gel.

Putting cuticle oil on her cuticles before letting her look. A white and green French tip except on her ring fingers. A green heart sat in the middle of the nail with a pattern of white and green surrounding it, giving a pulsing effect.

“I like it,” Y/n smiled

“Yay,” Her friend smiled back as she graced her light to readjust for a picture. Y/n let her position her hands to take a couple of photos and videos for her portfolio. Y/n paid her friend— more so forced the money into her hand while her friend denied her— and said goodbye before leaving her apartment and going down to her car. Phone connecting her car and Y/n going to turn on her music just for her boyfriend to call her.

“Hi bub,” Y/n said as she set her phone down and pulled away from her friend’s building.

“Hey, bun. What are you doing?” Jeongin asked

“Leaving (friends) apartment. Are you on your way over?”

“No. We’re taking a break and kind of wanted to hear your voice.”

“Don’t let the boys know that,” Y/n giggled

“I’ll be teased for eternity.”

“How much longer have you guys got?”

“Probably another hour or two. Trying to get this choreography down.”

“Don’t overwork yourself. That goes for the others too!”

“Y/n says not to overwork!”

Y/n laughed at him yelling at them before she heard a happy little voice, “Hi Y/n!” Felix said to the speaker

“Hi, Felix.”

“Y/n, we need I.N back!” Lee Know called

“Sounds like you’re needed bub.”

“I’ll see you later bun. Drive safe, I love you.”

“I love you too bub, text me when you’re leaving.”

Jeongin hung up and got back to dancing. Y/n got to her apartment, safely like her boyfriend told her to, and went up to her place. She had some time to relax and clean up her apartment before Jeongin texted her that he was leaving and picking up some dinner before coming over. Y/n thanked him and set up her living room for a movie night after taking a shower and putting on some loungewear to be more comfortable.

Brought blankets and pillows out onto the couch and set them up as he unlocked her door.

“That was fast,” Y/n said as she walked to ther entrance to help him.

“Called in the order before I texted you,” Jeongin told her as he put his bag down next to his shoes.

“How was work,” Y/n asked after he pecked her lips.

“A lot,” He sighed as she took the food to the coffee table. Jeongin followed behind her and plopped down on the couch behind her. Y/n passed him the remote to pick a movie only for her boyfriend to grab her hand and pull her down onto his lap. Y/n squeaked as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Hi bun,” Jeongin kissed her shoulder as he grabbed the remote from her

“Hi bub,” Y/n smiled before he grabbed her hand and looked at her nails

“Got you’re nails done today?” He asked

“(Friend) offered to do them since she wanted to practice on human hands,” Y/n told them

“This why you asked me what my favorite color was?”

“Yeah. Let her pick the design.”

“I like them. She did a good job.” Jeongin brought her hand and kissed her fingers

“I’ll let her know you think so.”

The two sat and watched a movie, enjoying the food he brought before lying on the couch and cuddling up. Jeongin playing with her hands more than actually paying attention to the movie. Y/n was sure he wasn’t even watching the movie.

Y/n turned to her boyfriend and— jokingly— tapped his lips. Jeongin smiled at her and opened his mouth wrapping his lips around her fingers. Watching her eyes go wide, tongue running along her fingers before wrapping his hand around her wrist and pulling her hand down and fingers out of his mouth. “Hi, bunny.”

“Hi,” Y/n replied, face all red from watching him suck her fingers.

Jeongin smirked at her, placing her hand on his neck before pulling her lips onto his. Y/n melted into the kiss, his hands pulling her closer to him. Slowly rolling her onto her back and moving his lips down her jaw to her neck, “Pretty bunny.”

“Innie,” Y/n whined

“Got your nails done all pretty for your Innie?” He teased, hands roaming her body

“Mhm,” Y/n responded, threading her fingers through his hair as he sucked hickeys onto her neck. Pushing her shirt up a bit to get more access to her skin.

He moved slowly, lips taking their time on her neck as his long fingers trailed along her skin. Pushing her shirt up till his fingers brushed against her nipples. Y/n moaned as he continued plaything with the little pebbles under her shirt as she pulled at his t-shirt.

“Take it off,” Y/n whined, crumbling more of the fabric in her hands

“Why are you being impatient bun?”

“Wanna mark up your back,” Y/n whined

The edges of her nails were still sharp from shaping. First-day nails needed time to dull down. It is easy to scratch yourself if you’re not careful. Either way, it turned the idol on, quickly pulling back and discarding his and her clothing before smashing his lips back onto hers, greed and lust dripping into her mouth from his lips. Y/n moaned into his mouth as she grabbed his shoulders. One of his hands moved between her legs and ran two fingers between her legs and teased her wet cunt.

Y/n rolled her hips against his hand as her manicured hands moved to his back. The acrylic just barely scratched his skin, but the feeling went straight to his dick. He pushed his fingers into her without wasting another second thought. Stretching her out and reaching into her while his tongue slipped into her mouth. Y/n dug her new nails into his back.

His thumb came to rub her clit, fingers working magic on her cunt while her nails digging into him gave him his own sense of pleasure and spurred him on. Pulling his lips away from hers to catch his breath and moved back to mark up her neck. Listening to her moans and his fingers moving in and out of her wet pussy.

“Nails feel so good, bun. Gonna make me cum before I get inside you.”

“Put it in Innie. Need you inside me,”

“Desperate today huh?”

“You started it.”

Jeongin bit her shoulder in retaliation before pulling his fingers out of her and licking them clean. Y/n watched him as she brought her hands down his front, dragging her nails over his chest and abs. Watching him shudder as he went to grab his dick.

Spreading his pre-cum over his cock as he pumped himself a few times. Jeongin lined his tip up at her entrance. He stroked her hole with the tip before pushing inside.

Both moaned at the feeling as Jeongin grabbed the arm of the sofa, slowly rolling his hips into hers. Her arms wound under his and scratched at his back.

“Fuck that feels good,” Jeongin groaned, the pace picking up the more she scratched at his back.

His hips snapped into her harshly, making her moan loudly. He moved one hand down from the sofa to hold her neck. Long fingers wrapped around the column of her throat, making her take a deep breath and keep quiet.

Y/n clawd down his back, making him shiver and his dick twitch inside her. Letting out a deep groan and driving his cock into her G-spot. Y/n clenched around him as her eyes started rolling into the back of her head.

Jeongin let go of her throat to let her catch her breath but also to bring his fingers down to play with her clit. Thumb rubbing circles into her little bud.

“Innie,” Y/n whined as her wall pulsed around his twitching cock.

“Close bunny?” Jeongin smirked down at her, watching arch towards him

“Yes,” Y/n whined, “harder. Almost there.”

Jeongin pressed harder on her clit, trying to keep a steady rhythm with his thrusting. Feeling her get tighter around him before she let out a silent scream, soaking his cock with her essence.

The feeling of her nails digging into his skin and her warmth encompassing him triggered his orgasm. Spilling inside of her, muttering a few curses and he pulled his hand away from her clit to hold himself up so he didn't fall on top of her once he finished.

Both took in deep breaths as they came down from their highs. Slowly Jeongin pulled out and took a moment to find the strength to keep up and grab a couple of wash clothes to clean them both. Then he lay down on her, laying his head on her chest, wrapping his arms around her body.

Y/n smiled down at him and played with his hair, “Your back’s all red now bub.”

“Good,” Jeongin smiled and kissed her collarbone, focusing back on the movie they had forgotten about.

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