Jeongin Hard Thought #1

Jeongin Hard thought #1

TW: spanking, bondage, pussy and clit slaps, degradation, name calling, mean dom jeongin but he's still in love, implied bratty reader, not proofread

AN: Long hair Innie has been doing things to me. Please leave a feedback if you liked it, I would appreciate it a lot, those keep me going

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“I’m sorry, Innie, I’m sorry,” you sobbed into the sheets.

“Shut up, slut,” he spat out, angrily.

The pleasure and the pain swirled and mixed inside your gut as his big, ringed hand came in contact with your ass. The skin there was already angry red and warm.

Your pussy dripped with arousal and Jeongin tsked at the sight. His fingers rubbed slightly at your opening, swirling and spreading the wetness around. You whined, your legs ready to give out.

“What were you trying to do,uh?” his hand landed once again on your round cheeks.

“Bending over like that, and almost flashing your pretty tits to Seungmin. You stupid whore.” Slap. “Answer me, now!” Slap. “What were you trying to do?” The last slap landed directly on your pussy, your clit throbbed with pleasure at the impact. The knot in your lower belly almost snapped, but you couldn’t cum, not yet, not without his permission. Instead your knees gave out and you found yourself slumped on your belly on the bed. Your pussy drooled more arousal, your once pristine white sheets stained.

“I’m sorry, Innie, I just wanted to get your attention,” you sobbed, fat tears trailed down your face.

“When I say ass up and face down, I mean ass up and face down, slut.” Jeongin’s strong hands gripped your hips and lifted you up on your knees again, your hands bound on your back.

HIs soft lips pressed gently on your lower back. He was treating you like a common whore but he was still your boyfriend after all, and loved you more than anything.

“I have a deal for you brat, I spank your puffy little clit and you cum like that. Then maybe I’m gonna consider forgiving you. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you whined, his hands gently tickled your inner thighs. As soon as those words came out of your mouth, you felt the first spank. It was right on your clit and the pressure felt divine like nothing you had ever felt before. Jeongin’s other hand moved from your hip to your entrance and started slowly circling and rubbing at your hole. 

Your thighs started to shake. He had worked you up so much that with the next spank and swipe of his digits, your orgasm washed over you, leaving you a babbling and whiny mess.

“Good girl."

I love this.

I know none of us really know the boys beyond what we're allowed to see. But I really think Jisung would just get it. The depression, the anxiety, the self-doubt and how hard it is to fight it.

You can love someone and care for them and want to be there for them. But there's a whole different level of you understand on a personal level where they're at.

It's a luxury not all of us get.

hi! so idk if your request are open so if they aren’t feel free do delete this

so we know that in the love collection y/n and jisung feel really comfortable around each other and will go to each other for things but what if one day y/n didn’t tell jisung how she was feeling that day and cried in her room by herself? i just wanted to see how he’d react to that and his response

again u don’t have to respond to this!! ty ^__^

all ears - han jisung

love collection

genre: comfort, maybe a bit of angst?

pairings: fem!reader (infp) x idol!han jisung (istp)

warnings: readers' insecurities getting the best of her, self-deprecating language

notes: thank you for requesting!! i hope i did your request justice. (finally revealing y/n's roommate too)

wc ~2.9k

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you feel dumb.

you feel stupid, absolutely stupid.

you hate the feeling with the utmost passion, but regardless of how much you detest it, it always seems to find a way back to haunt you months later, coming out from the depths of your mind into the forefront and creating a storm up there.

they're stupid thoughts.

thoughts that you shouldn't let get to you, but sometimes you can't help it. sometimes, they overpower you and silence your pleas to stop.

have you spoken to anyone about it? no.

your roommate, yunjin, has been on a work trip for the past couple of weeks, so you've had the apartment to yourself. no need to mask your emotions when you're home alone. on the other hand, jisung's schedule has been packed lately, and there is nothing new in his line of work. seungmin is on the same boat as your boyfriend; both share busy and separate schedules.

everyone has a busy life, and you don't want to burden them with things happening in your life.

when the b-word comes up in your passing thoughts, you can practically hear your boyfriend saying, "y/n, my love, don't invalidate yourself like that. you're not a burden, never. you're important to me; your thoughts and feelings are all important."

jisung always reminds you of how important you are to him. you know you could go to him for anything, and he'll be there to the best of his ability.

that's one of the many reasons why you love him so much.

the knowledge that he's there for you is one thing, but the one thing holding you back is yourself.

when you're in such a low and vulnerable state, you tend to shut yourself in, keep to yourself, and shield yourself away from others. you see yourself as an inconvenience or a burden.

the way you've rationalized it in your mind is that if you're tired of the shit happening in your own life, telling it to someone else would only tire them out as well. you didn't want them to grow tired on your behalf. it didn't seem worth it.

that feeling of self-doubt always pushes itself into the front lines from where it usually hides, creeping in the back.

you wanted to try and cope alone, get through this on your own, but you just couldn't. you tried to tell yourself it's no big deal and that they're just fleeting, meaningless thoughts that will go away and you'll be fine, but you know you're lying to yourself.

you know that ignoring your overwhelming emotions lately will only worsen them. it's been a week since those thoughts started again, and here you are, curled up in a ball underneath your comforter, pulling it up under your chin as the mental and emotional exhaustion hits its breaking point.

your cheeks are stained with tears, and your eyes are droopy and puffy. you were supposed to go to work today but called in sick. you didn't have it in you to face your work head-on today.

the moment you hung up the phone with your manager, you cried, sobbing into your comforter. you felt absolutely defeated calling in sick. you weren't even sick, you lied in order to stay home.

here you were, practically waving the white flag after the events of your life after your thoughts and feelings had beaten you down into a ball under your comforter. you hate yourself for calling in sick, feeling as if you should've just sucked it up and gone in, put on a mask to hide your emotions.

'so many people have it harder than you do, y/n. the fact you could even lie and call in sick is a privilege. look at all this privilege, and you're out here pouting, how selfish.'

you shut your eyes at the thought, nuzzling yourself further into the blanket as a tear squeezes itself free and down your skin.

'you can't even deal with your own feelings, your own thoughts, let alone some tiny ass inconveniences. pathetic.'

you feel stupid and weak. you feel like a crybaby.

your eyelids flutter closed as you sob into the thick comforter, letting out all the built-up frustrations in hopes that you'll feel better afterwards.

'j's one and only has notifications silenced. notify anyway?'

jisung's concern grows when he reads over the little notice at the bottom of your text conversation.

of course, he noticed you had been off the past couple of days, and when he asked what was up, you played it off as nothing, but it's jisung; he knows you like the back of his hand.

he didn't believe for one second that nothing was up. it was clear there was something, but he assumed you weren't in a place to talk to him about it yet, that you weren't ready yet. but now, you weren't even replying, let alone reading his messages.

jisung: good morning love, how did you sleep?

j's one and only: good morning i slept okay, how about you

jisung: i dreamt of you so i slept better than usual ;) i've got another busy day today, so i hope you have an amazing day my love

jisung: [photo attachment] i ate a bento box for lunch today

jisung: [audio file] exclusive sneak peek of a b-side [audio file] exclusive sneak peek of a skz-record

jisung: baby

jisung: y/n baby

he stares down at his phone, hoping to get a read receipt from you, but nothing. jisung finds himself swiping down the notification screen and swiping it away multiple times. on–probably–the fifth rotation, he pauses, an imaginary lightbulb flashing over his head.

jisung: i'm coming over

…

your sob session only further tired you out. you didn't have it in you to fight to stay awake, letting your heavy eyelids close as you cried to sleep around dinner time, curling up into a smaller ball as your tears soaked the comforter.

your eyes are puffy, your nose is runny and almost matches the flushed, red tint of your cheeks, your hair is dishevelled, and you have a prominent pout on your lips even in your sleep. the tears that fell from your eyes and stained your cheeks also bound your eyelashes together, as they glisten under the light of your bedside lamp.

a couple hours later, you're stirring awake, your head rolling left and right, and a tired groan leaves your lips. with a hum, you blink slowly as you come to full consciousness, and your brain is also slowly waking up from its resting state. after a brief stretch and a rush of endorphins flowing through your body, allowing you to relax, your limbs fall back into the mattress with a soft thump.

with a sigh, you roll your head to the side to look at the clock on the wall, registering that you've slept for a little over two hours and that there are a couple of hours left until midnight. you aren't starving, but you do feel like you need something to fill you up, so you roll out of bed and make your way into the kitchen to grab a light snack and a glass of water, snatching your phone off the bedside table before making your way out.

the moment your screen comes to life, you find a couple of missed messages from Jisung that you go to check first and send replies to.

j.one<3: [audio file] exclusive sneak peek of a b-side [audio file] exclusive sneak peek of a skz-record

j.one<3: baby

j.one<3: y/n baby

j.one<3: i'm coming over

you: :O i'm telling jyp also i just woke up from a nap so jibaby you should stay home and rest, i'm fine

"you're not fine."

you stop in your tracks while feeling like your heart has jumped out of your chest. a sharp gasp leaves you as your hand grips your shirt in utter shock.

walking out from the kitchen and standing across from you, the dark-haired boy's eyes are laced with worry and concern, and his lips pout the slightest bit as he looks at you.

"shit ji, you scared the shit out of me," you watch as he shuts his screen off, "what are you doing here?"

"it's friday," he pushes himself off the wall, "remember our little deal?"

you nod, mouth agape with realization. your little deal was that if jisung would come over on fridays when his weekend schedules were nonexistent or started later in the day, one of the reasons why he had a key to yours and yunjin's place.

jisung takes a few steps towards you, just enough to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger, moving your head around as his eyes graze your face. meanwhile, you look up at him with doe-eyed eyes, confused. he lets go of your chin and moves to take your hand, pulling you behind him as he walks into the living area.

"sit," he nods towards the couch. you follow his words and take a seat. stay there. i'll be right back. i made you some food."

you mutter a small agreement as your boyfriend walks out of view. a couple moments later, he walks out from behind the couch with a bowl in one hand and a cup in his other, placing both dishes down on the coffee table before he sits beside you.

"ji–"

"eat," he's quick to cut you off, but he's also quick to notice how sharp his tone is. not wanting to come off wrong, he quickly adds, " please."

you stare at him, to which he flashes you a quick smile. you're still quite perplexed, but you listen to him anyway; plus, whatever he's whipped up looks quite good, and you can't resist.

your boyfriend watches you eat for a few minutes before reaching for the glass of water on the table. the water is ready and on standby for when you need it. with a small smile, you exchange your food for the water he's holding, taking gulps while he places the bowl back on the table, followed by the water.

"tell me, what's wrong?" jisung has an elbow propped up on the couch, his hand coming down to pat the side of your head and play with a couple of strands of your hair. your hair is quite tangled after waking up from a nap.

"nothings wrong," you deny.

he purses his lips together before continuing, "you've been quiet over text all day," he tips his chin, nodding towards your face, "the red, puffy eyes and tear stains don't exactly back up your statement."

your appearance only further proved to the round-chinned boy that something was definitely going on. along with the ones he previously mentioned, your cheeks and nose were flushed with a tint of red, and your lashes were clumped together, a remnant of the tears you shed that tired you to sleep.

"i-it's stupid," you mutter, your eyes wandering away from jisung in shame.

jisung bites his tongue, taking a step back to observe you fully and your body language. he tries to put himself in your perspective before he says something. your boyfriend also doesn't want to come on too strong, as you're already going through something. he needs to use his 't' to his advantage while also keeping in mind your 'f, ' which is simultaneously logical but sensitive to your feelings.

"hey, look at me. whatever it is, it's not stupid," his hand travels down slowly, gently cupping your cheek. your bottom lip is tucked between your teeth as you meet his gaze. " if you want, you can tell me what's going on, and i'll listen. if you don't want to, then i'll still be here, however you need me to be here right now."

jisung's thumb caresses your cheek gently, paired with a smile as gentle as his touch. you lean into his palm, the word 'hug' leaving your lips with a breathless sigh, to which jisung adjusts both your positions immediately.

the hug becomes a cuddle as you both lie on the couch facing each other, your face buried in jisung's chest, and one arm is squished between you two and the other around his torso. on the other hand, Jisung has an arm under your neck, and the other is holding you close, the smell of your shampoo gracing his senses from how close you are.

your body relaxes but your heart still feels heavy, although it's an improvement compared to a couple hours ago.

jisung's fingers toy with the strands of your hair, occasionally brushing through and trying to gently undo the knots. his mind wandering.

of course, you and jisung aren't attached by the hip and texting all day, every day; there have been times when a couple of hours linger between replies. either you or he would send a message beforehand letting the other know that there would be a delay on your end.

jisung knows you like the back of his hand. he knows your habits and mannerisms. so when you weren't replying or reading his messages after the exchange in the morning, coupled with your demeanour over text and a couple of phone calls, he knew something was wrong.

he knows how you get when you're in the wrong place mentally and emotionally, how you tend to shut yourself in and away from people. saying you want to be alone when you really don't.

before he left the company building, he made sure to check in with chan and the group manager regarding the weekend schedule–wanting to spend as much time as possible with you. sure, this meant he moved some things around, and his sunday would be more packed than usual, but jisung wanted and needed to be there for you.

and you didn't need to know that detail.

when jisung unlocked the front door, he did it as quietly as possible. he looked around the living area and kitchen to see if there were any signs of you, but the kitchen was clean, minus a used glass cup on the counter. he then made his way down the hall and to your bedroom, cracking open the door slowly, trying to avoid it creaking just in case you had been asleep, and you had.

jisung slowly approached the side of the bed, knelt, and observed your sleeping state.

your room was dim, and the only light source was the lamp on your bedside table, thus a yellow hue illuminating your features. jisung felt his heart ache at the sight of you. the air of tranquillity from your sleeping state contrasted with the clear signs of distress that lulled you to sleep. your cheeks were still quite damp with tears, and there were a couple of wet spots on your comforter and pillow.

the sight of you asleep with tear-stained cheeks had jisung wondering what had been going on inside your head the past couple of days, wanting to know the gravity of the storm inside your mind that eventually blew over and resulted in you, isolating yourself, alone and crying yourself to sleep. jisung wanted to get a glimpse into that mind of yours, fight off the thoughts and feelings that brought you to such a low point.

at the same time, the longer he looked at you, jisung wondered if he had done something. he wondered if he had done something lately that caused you to shy away from coming to him, that caused you to resort to crying alone in your room as the easier option. but jisung needed to fight those thoughts to the back of his mind, snapping himself to the realization that this isn't about him but about you and how you feel.

jisung didn't want to wake you up too soon, so he got back up, closed the door behind him softly, and made his way to your kitchen again. he opened and closed the cupboards, fridge, and freezer to identify ingredients he could whip up for you, just in time for you to eat once you awoke.

building up the confidence to speak, your fingers toy with the fabric on the back of jisung's hoodie. you take deep breathes and open your mouth.

"it's the feeling of self-doubt again…" you say softly, almost as if you're in a public place and spilling a secret—quiet but just loud enough for jisung to hear. he hums in acknowledgment, "i just... i don't know."

"how do you need me right now?"

you take a second to think, contemplating what would help you the most now.

"here with me, like this," you move your head up to look at him, "i just need someone to listen."

jisung nods, adjusting his position, but his hold on you never falters; he keeps you close. when he's adjusted, he nods again, this time with a smile and a look of determination.

when jisung felt your body relax in his arms earlier, he wished he could have been there sooner. he wished that you could have sobbed in his arms instead, and he would've held you tight instead of you crying into your pillow and comforter, alone in the dark. what matters to him now is that he's here, and he'll be here however you need him.

"i'm all ears for you, baby."

Pet photo dump:

Black & white: Ada

Black: Nox

Orange: Fluffy and Willow (roommates cats, but what's the difference really)

Here are your cuddle pics😂🖤

Yeahhh 😚

‘i said, sit.’

pairing: daddy chan x sub f.reader

genre: smut

word count: ~2.1k

warnings: oral (f.receiving), pet names (as always, i can’t help myself), i think that’s all?

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you were shy. painfully shy, and chan knew that. it was one of the things he loved so much about you. how you blushed so easily. how all he had to do was stroke your cheek with his thumb and call you his princess and your eyes would get wide, your cheeks flush a bright pink, and you hide your face in his palm. it was adorable, honestly. he loved the sway he had on your emotions, how you practically turned to putty in his hands.

how he could so easily make you a drippy mess for him.

and he had done just that. in the car on the way home, his large hand on your thigh, the silver metal chain bracelet he wore was cold against your skin. it didn’t go unnoticed by you how his hand managed to slowly inch its way higher, sliding under the hem of your skirt. just as the hitch in your breath didn’t go unnoticed by him. he had a proud smirk on his face as his hand travels ever higher. for a moment, you were worried about his focus being somewhere other than the road. what if he crashed? but then his fingertips grazed your clit through your soaked and sticky underwear and all thoughts left your brain. you didn’t know where you were, or what your name was, but you knew you wanted him to do that again. and he did, applying a little more pressure, dragging his fingers across repeatedly, like he was petting a kitty. you guessed he was petting your kitty.. technically.

your eyes closed and your head fell back against the headrest. “is that good, princess?” he asked, his voice deep and gravely. you called it his bedroom voice and it always had the desired effect.

you nodded in response to his question. his fingers started rubbing small circles on your clit now, your breath becoming ragged. you gripped his wrist with one hand, squeezing tightly, nails digging into his skin. your other hand clenched the seatbelt strap across your chest. chan loved when you got like this, so needy for him. all for him. he spared a glance over at you, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to see your eyes tightly shut, your cheeks flushed, your bottom lip in between your teeth. it made his cock stir in his pants.

you could feel that familiar tightening in your tummy, waiting, begging for it to snap. you squirmed in your seat, sure you were leaving a wet patch on his upholstery. so so close. you could feel your walls fluttering and clenching around nothing, and then.. he stopped. he removed his hand from under your skirt. you let out a pained whimper, squeezing your thighs together to try to get some friction. your eyes fluttered to life with the sound of your car door being opened. you looked up to see chan standing on the sidewalk next to the car. when had you arrived home? when had he gotten out of the car?

he leaned down and across your body to unbuckle your seatbelt. he placed a gentle peck on your cheek before standing straight again, offering you his hand.

“are you coming, baby girl?” he asked, smirking, drawing your attention to his beautiful dimple.

“i was about to.” you whined, taking his hand.

he chuckled at that, helping you out of the car. “i know, sweet girl. daddy’s sorry.” he shut your car door and hit the lock button, causing the car to let out a little chirp. “let’s go inside and i’ll make it up to you, yeah?”

•

no sooner did the door latch shut, his hands were on you. one hand at the base of your skull, cradling your head as he kissed you. passionate, deep, longing kisses that took your breath away. his other hand pulled your skirt up over the swell of your ass so he could grab a handful of your left cheek. he squeezed and kneaded the skin there before laying a light slap against your skin. you gasped against his lips, causing a dark chuckle to escape him. he leaned down and hooked both arms around your thighs, giving you a tap signaling for you to jump. you hopped up, your legs wrapped around his waist, your ass in his hands, supporting your weight. he continued kissing you as he maneuvered his way through the apartment to the bedroom, with you tugging on his dark curls causing him to groan.

once in the bedroom, he sat on the bed with you straddling his lap. his kisses moved from your lips to your jaw, down to your neck. he nibbled and sucked on the skin there, giving you goosebumps. “such a pretty girl.” he mumbled against your skin. his hands running up and down your back, across your hips and down your thighs. “i love your thighs, baby.” he groaned as he squeezed them. “so soft- fuck. you’re perfect, you know that? daddy’s perfect girl.”

you whimpered at his praise, moving your hips back and forth, grinding across his erection. he lifted your shirt over you head and kissed across your chest as he expertly unclasped your bra. your clothes fell discarded to the floor and his plump lips found your nipple. he sucked it into his mouth, his tongue running circles around it. you tugged at his shirt too, wanting to see him. “off please daddy.” you said quietly, pulling at the material.

he grabbed you by the hips and made you stand up. he reached over his shoulder and grabbed his shirt by the back, pulling it up over his head and trowing it in the growing pile on the floor. then he reached for your hips again, pulling you closer and pulling your skirt and panties down. you stepped out of the clothing, kicking them to the side and toeing off your shoes.

you looked at him, his lips swollen and wet from kissing you, his hair tousled, his chiseled chest and abdomen on full display, a tent in his pants. your mouth watered at the sight. he was so beautiful it almost hurt to look. you bent at the waist and unbuttoned his pants, hooking your fingers over the waistband and tugging. he lifted his hips to help you pull them off along with his boxers. his cock slapped against his stomach, already hard and leaking precum onto his skin. you made to get on your knees, wanting him in your mouth, desperately wanting to be choking on him, sputtering around him. but he stopped you.

“not yet, princess. come here.” he pulled you back onto his lap. he kissed you quickly before he reclined on the bed, his back flat against the mattress. he tugged your waist, pulling you up his body. “sit on my face, baby.” he said.

now, you have done lots of things with chan, but never this. he had had his mouth on you countless times before, but he was always on top of you. he has never asked for you to sit on him. your apprehension must have been apparent because he gently rubbed his thumb across your hip.

“please, baby? i just want your thighs around my head. wanna taste.” his voice was higher than normal. was he begging? your strong, domineering, always a top, daddy- was begging? he must really want this.

“you sound so pretty when you beg.” you teased, using words he often used with you.

he slapped your ass, hard, causing you to yelp. “don’t be a brat, baby. you wont like what happens.” he warned before tugging on your waist again.

nervously, you moved to straddle his face. “mm such a pretty pussy, baby.” he praised. you slowly lowered yourself down against his mouth. he hummed in delight, running his tongue up and down through your folds. you let out a moan at the sensation. you looked down at him, his eyes were closed, his tongue buried in your pussy as the tip of his beautiful nose rubbed against your clit. your hand found its way to his hair, your nails scratching his scalp. his soft brown eyes looked up at you, as he sucked your swollen clit into his mouth. you couldn’t control the sound that escaped your lips at the sight of him.

he pushed down on your hips, pulling you closer to his face, but you resisted.

he removed his mouth from you, a desperate sound leaving your throat with the absence of him.

“princess, your hovering.” he scolds. “i said, sit.”

“i’m too heavy, daddy. you won’t be able to breathe.” you argued.

“you’re not too heavy. you’re perfect.” he stated. “and i don’t need to breathe when i have you and this pussy.” he placed a quick kiss on your clit causing you to gasp. “you’re my oxygen. now, sit.”

hesitantly, you put more of your weight on his face, your pussy lips fully covering his mouth and nose. he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you the rest of the way, forcing your full weight onto him. he groaned, the vibrations radiating against your clit. he laid his tongue flat out and used his hold on your waist to rock you back and forth, helping you to grind on his tongue. you threw your head back in bliss, moans and whimpers and incoherent babbling falling past your lips. you tugged at his hair, moving your hips at your own pace now, using his face, chasing your high. his tongue ran deliciously through your folds with each thrust of your hips- his nose rubbing perfectly against your clit.

“fuck- daddy.” you moaned.

he squeezed your ass in his palms, letting you ride him, your high growing ever closer. his cock was painfully hard. he rolled his hips, thrusting up into the air looking for anything to stimulate him but finding nothing. you leaned back a little, his tongue slipping into your hole, some oxygen scented with your arousal filling his nose as you reached for his cock. your small fingers not fully able to reach him, just grazing the tip. he lifted his hips to try to bring himself closer to your hand, but you still couldn’t reach.

you were so close to your release, your legs began to shake. “daddy- i’m gonna.. gonna cum.” you cried. he smacked your ass, and thrusted his hips again, searching for relief. you reached again, fingertips grazing the head of his cock, drops of precum clinging to your skin. you brought your fingers to your mouth, tasting him. his beautiful brown eyes made contact with yours as he watched you suck his essence off your own fingers. the taste of him, and the desperate look in your normally very stoic partner is what caused you to crumble.

you came undone, your release coating his face, a string of ‘thank you daddy’s falling from your lips. your body collapsed, but he caught you, gently lifting you off of him, and laying you on the bed next to him. you body continued to shake with aftershocks, his fingers brushing hair out of your eyes.

“that’s my girl.” he said. “daddy’s perfect girl. did so good for me.”

your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, you struggled to keep them open.

“what about you?” you mumbled, making grabby hands at him. he intertwined his fingers with yours, bringing it to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand.

“what about me, baby?” he asked, not understanding your question.

“you need to cum too.” you pouted.

“oh, i did.” he chuckled, slightly embarrassed. you opened your eyes to look over at him. his skin was covered in cum, the liquid settling in the valleys of his muscular abdomen. your first thought was that you wanted to lick him clean, but you were too tired.

“you were just so beautiful above me.” he said. “my angel looking down at me. and then you put your fingers in your mouth and came and i couldn’t hold it anymore.” he confessed. “fuck- i’m gonna get hard again just thinking about it.” he laughed.

your face flushed at the praise, your eyes falling shut again, unable to look at him.

“there’s my bashful girl.” he rubbed his thumb across your cheek, before getting up and heading to the bathroom for a wet cloth to clean you both with.

yes, chan had the biggest sway on your emotions, the ability to make you blush and hide with only one word or even just a look. but tonight— he was putty in your hands.

an: i need need need him and his nose. 😭 am i posting this to distract from the fact that connected chapter 5 has yet to come out? maybe. do i have writers block when it comes to that story? yes. is this smutty offering enough to appease the masses for a little while? i hope. 👉🏻👈🏻

love you bunches 😘💕

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*slams credit card on the table* 5 AND 6 TAKE MY MONEY 💳💳💳💳

I haven’t really started writing these two but I can still give you some background information :)

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• Awaken (3Racha x reader)

You’ve probably been one of the luckiest people out there when you found this cheap but pretty apartment in the city centre. With raising rent prices these days, you’re glad about your cozy home and would never give up on it for anything.

Well. Maybe anything but some hours of sleep.

Because since these three kind but obnoxiously loud guys moved in the apartment upstairs, you just don’t seem to be able to get any rest.

Asking the landlord isn’t an option either, you’re thankful they let you live here for so little money.

So, probably, trying to talk to your neighbours first is a better option. That’s why you decide to go upstairs and knock.

But you didn’t put the possibility into your calculations that one of them opens the door in nothing but his underwear.

And when the second one of them suggests you to come inside and have a drink all together, who are you to decline? It’s so much easier to discuss your troubles after getting to know them first…

♡

• Wow (felix x reader x minho)

Spending your free time on hours of dance practice was supposed to calm down your stress level caused by all the uni work.

Not the opposite.

Unfortunately, your coach Minho believes your whole life revolves around his dancing classes and nothing less. At least that’s your explanation why he’s treating you the way he does, always expecting 110% from you.

At least your new friend, Felix, who’s part of the dance team as well helps you get through every lesson.

Little do you know that Felix and Minho aren’t only best friends but also desperately interested in you, trying to gain your attention in their individual ways.

Rumor has it they’ve even put up a bet whose bedroom you’ll enter first…

(Additional info: This one is set in the same universe as the INSOMNIA series but a few years before the main story and revolving around different reader from the one in the original work.)

sweeter.

pairing: minho x f!reader genre/warnings: established relationship, smut; oral sex (m. receiving), grinding, unprotected sex (don’t do it kids; know how to separate your life and fiction), unedited bc you know how we roll lol, do not perceive me i always want to run away after writing smut word count: 1.4k

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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“Say it.”

“No.”

“Just admit it. You’re only making this worse for yourself.”

“No,” Minho says vehemently, bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he struggles to regain his composure. “That’s the worst thing you have ever accused me of.”

Still seated comfortably between his spread legs, you lean back slightly, looking up at him with innocent eyes as you chuckle, “Not an accusation if it’s true.”

“It’s not true. Do you even hear yourself?”

You wrap your fingers around his length, bare and throbbing right in front of you. The slow pumps that you give him make his hips buck into your hand, a few drops of his precum spilling over your knuckles. “Say it, bunny,” you tell him with a kiss pressed to his cock. “Make me happy.”

But Minho is stubborn and doesn’t listen very well, and even when your lips close around the tip of his cock and tentatively suck, all he does is choke out an adamant “No,” while reaching forward to card his fingers through your hair, wanting to guide you further down his dick.

You let him shallowly thrust into your awaiting mouth, let him tug on your hair with just the right pressure. Your boyfriend is heavy on your tongue, heavy every time he hits the back of your throat; you always love it like this. It’s just as enjoyable for him as it is for you, if not evident by the mess of slick gathering between your legs.

On a regular night, you would be his good girl and do your best to make him feel good before he has his way with you. But tonight, you’re driven by another motive. You have an admission you want to weasel out of him, one that he’s been trying to deny all evening but you’re determined to break him.

It’s not often that you get to see Minho tormented by the green devil.

He’s fully naked with his back against the headboard while you’re still wearing a t-shirt and panties. You let your hands freely roam his body, anywhere you can reach. From his hard pecs to his chiseled abs, down to his muscular thighs that you’re always drooling over. You hollow your cheeks and bob your head faster, relishing the broken moan that he gives out as his fingers grip your hair, only to loosen his hold shortly after to soothe your scalp.

“Fuck, baby... I love your mouth,” he drawls, and there’s something in his voice that cracks just a little bit, one of the signs that tells you he’s getting close. You slide his cock deep into the heat of your mouth and hold him there for a few seconds, trying not to gag around him. Then you pull back to focus on his tip, sucking on it like your favorite lollipop while your hand pumps the rest of his cock. When he groans deep and low, you have to resist the urge to run your fingers over your soaked panties to play with yourself.

You work him until the muscles in his thighs are straining while he tries to fuck your mouth to reach his high. As his hips start to stutter erratically, you pull yourself off of him entirely.

“The fuck!”

You look up at Minho with doe eyes and a coy smile, as if you didn’t just steal his orgasm from him.

The frustration swims in his darkened eyes as he stares down at you with his lips pressed into a hard line. His cock is just as angry as he is, throbbing almost painfully right in front of your face, pulsating with desperation.

Minho knows what you’re trying to do.

“Say it,” you coo. “I want to hear you say it.”

“No.”

“Say it and I’ll let you come.”

“I can come without you.”

“I know you can,” you agree. There are numerous videos on your phone that he can use as proof - videos of him jerking off to the thought of you every time you two are apart. His hand would be wrapped around his dick, fucking into his fist furiously until he cries out your name and spills all over himself. “But I also know you’d rather come inside me, isn’t that right? I’m right here, bunny. Say it and I’ll fuck you.”

Minho clenches his jaw as he eyes you carefully. You sit up straight to tug the shirt over your head and fling it carelessly across the room. His gaze instantly flickers to your tits now that your bare chest is exposed to him, and you can’t help but run your hand up his thighs to his dick to make the offer sweeter, lightly tracing his vein with a finger but the simple touch alone is enough to make him twitch.

He skirts around your proposition. “Come here,” he instead says. “Take your seat.”

It’s not a No anymore, and that’s good enough for you. He’ll cave soon, you’ll make sure of it. You can almost taste the victory that’s just within reach.

You crawl up the bed, but not before dragging your panties down your legs and throwing it to the floor. When you perch yourself on top of him, with your spread legs on either side of his thigh, Minho’s hands find your hips as he groans desperately.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant,” you purr, well aware that what he was asking was for you to be seated directly on his crotch with his cock nestled deep within you. “Just once. Wanna hear you say it just one time.”

Minho simply stares at you in silence despite the way he slides his hands around to grope your ass. It’s like an internal battle with himself just to say these few simple words, so you help him out a little bit, wanting to nudge him closer to that breaking point even though he’s trying his hardest to resist it.

You brace a hand on his chest as you lean forward to pepper kisses along his sharp jawline and down his neck, where you suck your marks onto his skin all the while your hips roll over his thick thigh, your bare pussy grinding against him. The wetness that gushes out makes it so easy for you to make a mess right there on his thigh.

“Fucking tease,” he all but spits out when you moan against his neck, your clit rubbing against him feverishly like you’re just using him to get off. “Fuck you.”

“I know you want to.”

One of his hands leaves its place on your ass and it makes you feel a little empty, but then you find that same hand gripping his angry and neglected cock, giving it a couple of slow strokes to relieve some pressure. Minho looks torn, and you’d be lying if you said you’re not enjoying the sight of him all distraught just because he isn’t sheathed inside of you and fucking your brains out.

You keep grinding on his thigh, painting his neck with hickies as you whimper softly, until Minho gives you ass a particularly hard squeeze before moving to keep both hands on your hips again, holding you still on top of him as if you aren’t leaking all over his thigh. He bites down hard on his bottom lip, so hard that it turns his lip about ten shades pinker when he finally eases up on it.

“Fuck me and I’ll say it.”

“Say it,” you tut, “then I’ll fuck you.”

“You’re really not making this easy for me, are you?”

“You’re not making it easy for yourself.”

A defeated sigh escapes his lips before he pulls you closer to him, sliding a hand up to hold the back of your neck as he brings you to meet his mouth. Minho kisses you deeply, a little rough yet still so tender.

“I was jealous,” he admits quietly in between kisses, when he pulls away from you just enough to speak.

You scrunch your nose in delight, rewarding him with a swift peck, but that’s not all you want to hear.

“And? What else?”

Another indignant exhale before he mutters, “I was jealous of Hyunjin,” like it’s the worst thing that anyone has ever made him say.

You smile, ever so triumphant while your boyfriend sulks with a massive pout.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You happily move to hover over his crotch, aligning his cock with your entrance and coating the tip with your slick before you sink down on him in one go. You both heave out a moan of relief the second he fills you to the brim, with his length sitting snugly within your velvet warmth.

Victory is sweet, but Minho is sweeter.

“All that just because you got jealous over a stupid perilla leaf.”

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