I Love This Because It's So Real.

I love this because it's so real.

Sometimes we get complacent in our love and maybe we don't express our love enough or maybe we feel like we aren't being loved enough.

Sometimes actions speak louder than words but that doesn't mean we don't want to hear the words

need you to [Lee] Know.

SUMMARY: minho loves you: to him, it’s as clear as water. Its only after he finds out that you’re starting to doubt it—he needs you to know just how much.

REQUESTED! here by an anonnie. I hope you like it, pookie, ‘cause I had fun doing this! <3

CW: slight hurt/comfort if you squint, but it’s just fluffy fluffy lino being really down bad and not knowing how to grasp it tbh which just gives me my serotonin dosis for the rest of the month lol

WC: 1.2k

A/N: also omfg kats posting two requests on the same day? that’s right baby, look at me go! 🤩🤩🤩

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Minho was not the type to show his affection.

He comes off more like a shy kitten that slowly gets used to you, your sweet smell and how soft your touch feels, and then slowly opens up.

“But, uh… can I be real with you for a sec?”

It’s a feminine voice with a strong accent. He can hear it comming from your room, and the slight glitchiness of it makes it obvious that it’s a phone call set on speaker.

“Sure.” He can almost see you shrug, but he just closes the main door as soft as he can, pleading for the cats to stay silent for a little bit longer.

Minho can’t exactly place together why he’s overhearing your phone call. He knows who you’re calling, he can recognize Chan’s sister by her tone. But still, he keeps quiet, gently placing his bag down and silently taking his shoes off.

“I just— and don’t get me wrong, but, your boyfriend kinda seems… bored of you.”

What? Minho has to hold back a scoff, remaining as still as a statue next to the front door. He’s waiting for you to deny it.

“You think so?”

And then, he frowns, because you didn’t. Instead, your tone sounded hesitant. Dubious.

As if you weren’t sure if Minho loved you.

“You say he keeps cancelling your plans together. He has stopped making time for you. Like, girl, you can’t remember when was the last time he told you he loved you.”

Hannah pauses, and that only makes it worse, because it lets every word sink in.

“I uh, well. I ain’t gonna say that he should throw flowers at you every single second, but, uh, you know.”

He can only hear you groan loudly, almost picturing that cute motion you usually did when he meaningly teased you, taking your hair and covering your face with it.

“Can’t say anything for sure with him,” Hannah adds. “But, just by what you’re saying…”

Minho’s heart clenches tightly in his chest. He doesn’t want to keep hearing this... this nonsense. God, he loves you. And you… can’t see it? Frowning, he starts walking to your room, but his movements end in a halt, his hand just above the doorknob, threatening to grasp it and fully open the door.

“Girl, it’s gotta be late down there. Sorry this whole call was about me.” Your chuckle comes off slightly dry. “I’ll talk to you later, ‘kay? Go get some good sleep.” Your tone just screams how bad you’re feeling, and it just makes his chest swell with guilt that slowly creeps up his body.

Maybe he had been taking you for granted?

He opens the door as soon as you press the red button, sighing loudly after ending the call. When you see him, you jump in your place, startled by his presence, and you stand up awkwardly.

“Minho!” You say in a squirm. He can’t help but cringe slightly.

“No.” His tone sounds childish, like a petty toddler who didn’t want to eat the carrots in their lunch.

You frown slowly, the slightly wary grimace melting on your face, allowing a soft confusion to step in.

“No what?” You mutter.

He walks to you slowly, and grabs your hand, taking it to his chest, pressing it flat against his clothed skin, over his heart. You can feel his heartbeat, a not-too-slow rhythm: thump, thump, thump.

“Call me by a pet name. Any pet name.” He says, his tone equally firm and soft. “Call me by a pet name and say you love me.”

He’s serious, but god, so fucking nervous. His brain is slowly melting away because he’s so bad with words and he isn’t sure any action could be enough. He’s already blushing.

“I, huh… I love you, jagi.” You mumble, still confused.

And even if you don’t say it as fondly as always, or if your smile isn’t beaming like how it usually did, you can feel his heartbeat quickening.

“You can feel it, right?” His eyes are soft and worried.

Oh, God. You just know you’ve gotta be pouting. It’s hard to react with words, and the only thing you can fathom doing is linking your arms behind his nape and sinking your face on the crook of his neck.

“Min, I’m so sorry.”

“N-no, kitten.” He mumbles, hugging you tightly too. “I am the one who’s sorry.”

He breathes in, drowning in your soft fragrance. Home. It’s you, it’s warm, and he loves it.

He loves you.

So, he says it. He has to say it. He can’t not say it.

“I love you.”

And it feels so good to let it out that he chuckles. He has to say it again. “I love you.” And again. “God, I love you.” Just once more. “I love you so much.” He’s giggling like a fool, but he’s a fool in love, and that makes him blush even more. “I can’t not love you. Not loving you would turn everyday into Mondays. Like, I can get it tattoed if you want me to. I just. I love you so much that ‘I love you’ can’t even—.”

You move from his shoulder, now facing him, and you cradle his face, pulling him in a kiss that’s so sweet that threatens to give both of you type 1 diabetes.

“Y-you’re crying.” Minho mumbles, softly brushing the stray tears away with his thumb.

“It’s your fault, silly.” You sniff, giggling too. “How can you say stuff like that?”

Your heart is beating like crazy, the butterflies in your stomach are multiplying by seconds and in your cheeks glistens a bright and deep shade of pink.

You want to say it too. But in his own way.

So, you take his hand and settle it on your chest. Right above your heart.

It’s a rapid thump thump thump that Minho feels right away. He can’t help but smile widely.

“I super-mega-love you.” He teases, picking you up in between his arms.

You’re laughing, squirming in his hold.

“Lee Minho! Put me down!”

But he just grips your body tighter to his, and walking as if you weighted nothing, heading towards your bed, plopping you down there.

“Good girl.” He snickers, and you blush even further. Minho takes your chin tenderly and pecks your lips. For a moment, certain kind of idea flashes through his head, but he just kissed you again, following his previous thought.

He opens your closet with a toothy grin, and halfly eyes the window before picking up a random shirt, a grey hoodie that used to be his, a dark skirt and your thigh-high socks, going as far as to the suspenders for you.

He then turns to face you, his eyes glowing. He can’t wait to see you all dolled up. Minho feels like a teenager, and he loves it.

“You have twenty minutes.”

You blink at him, and you can’t help but smile, confused.

“I’m taking your cute ass to a date.”

It may not be an instant fix to the struggles to your relationship, but as you two walk down the beach, looking for colourful rocks that match each other’s eye colour, you know that he’s worth fighting for.

Regarding Minho, he happily hums to himself, eyes glued to your figure as you cackle and run in the beach, as you look behind you and giggle at the prints your boots leave in the humid sand.

He smiles, running towards you, tackling you and holding you in his arms.

He’s not letting go anytime soon.

~Kats, who always struggles to choose a picture for the fics because istg lino looks good in every single moment!!

Can you give us skz bf when they find out a second member has a crush on the reader

ᙏ̤̫ ˘˘˘   skz reactions when another member likes you (nsfw)

𓈃 ★ CHAN

Chan wasn’t by any means possessive— at least not outwardly. He’d smile whenever the members would buddy up with you. They’re practically his family, after all. And you were the love of his life, why wouldn’t he like to see all of you get close? It’s only when he notices that Hyunjin has taken an extra liking to you. Going the extra mile to help you, laughing a little too hard at your jokes, and Chan especially noticed how his eyes would trail up and down your figure each time you turned around. Suddenly, Chan was biting his lip and narrowing his eyes. You were so obvious too… it made Chan wonder how you hadn’t noticed. Despite your oblivion seeing Hyunjin toy with you while you just smiled innocently made him want to pounce across the table at Hyunjin any chance he could.

It tipped over the edge when you wore that low cut top; the one he begged you not to wear yet you did anyway. That’s when Chan nearly lost his shit. He’d catch Hyunjin shamelessly eyeing those pretty tits of yours, the way they spilled from your top each time you bent forward. Chan was furious. So that night while Hyunjin was the only one home beside the two of you, Chan pressed you right against the door and fucked you as hard as he could. His goal was to send the message that Hyunjin could never have you. Your pretty moans slipping through the cracks of the door while he held your wrists above your head, going the extra mile by loudly boasting how you were all his.

“You’re mine— got that? No one else will ever fuck you this good. Isn’t that right, sweetheart? Tell me how good I fuck you, go on.

𓈃 ★ LEE KNOW

You could never really know what he was thinking. He was unpredictable; one day he might be the most loving, doting, perfect boyfriend out there… the next he could have you strip for him so he could bend you over his knee and spank the shit out of you. It’s the best of both worlds! It was surprisingly you who first noticed Seungmin’s lingering stare on you! You caught him staring at you one too many times for it to be a simple coincidence. The thought excited you because you knew exactly how Lee Know would react if he found out. You knew the games he played. So you decided to get a head start. Staring by returning the stares with Seungmin to fluster him, ultimately making Lee Know gawk at the two of you in utter shock. He’d bite his lips as he’d watch you pat Seungmin’s fluffy hair and place your neatly manicured hands on his knee. Lee Know caught on quick; he just didn’t bother to say anything, daring to see how far you’d go.

It was about a week into your little game when he finally snapped. The sight of your fingers swiping at something on Seungmin’s lips, swiping something away with care. Your nose so close to the younger boys— Seungmin was clearly blushing, enjoying the proximity. Meanwhile, Lee Know? No, that man was seething so he just outright said something, immediately placing a veined hand at the back of your neck and pushing you roughly against the dining table, making both you and Seungmin gasp loudly. However, your shock melted quickly into eagerness as you felt his hard-on press against your inner thigh; you also felt Seungmin’s piercing gaze as Lee Know practically growled into your ear.

“You must think you’re so clever, yeah? Taunting me like that… since you have taken such a keen interest in ‘Min, why don’t you show him how well you take me, hm?”

𓈃 ★ CHANGBIN

When Changbin first found out Chan had a crush on you, he was pouty. Adorable little lips jutting out, shimmery brown eyes fluttering each time with annoyance whenever he caught the two of you even just simply chatting. Changbin did not at all like whenever the two of you were left alone, maybe it was a bit toxic but does it matter? And it totally didn’t help that you were slightly feeding into his jealousy; always boasting about ‘Chan this’ and ‘Chan that.’ Poor boy was practically scowling whenever he even saw Chan enter the room. You teased Bin because he was cute when he was mad— you also teased him because you liked the sex you’d get out of him. The toe curling, jaw dropping quickies he’d give you each time he even felt an ounce of jealousy run cold in his veins. How his stamina seemed to grow tenfold whenever he thought you spent a little too long with Chan. Sex when Changbin was jealous, to him, was a reminder that you were his; to you it was euphoric because he was so rough and so whiny with you.

He currently had you bent like a pretzel, knees in your chest, ankles dangling beside your cheeks with his strong hand desperately gripping the pillow beside your head. This was the third time today he’d fucked you into the mattress— but it wasn’t his fault! You were pushing his buttons… this particular moment stemmed from how you had mentioned how toned and big Chan’s arms were. Changbin was quick to drag you by your elbow into the closest room, laying you on the bed and purposefully leaving the door unlocked. He hoped Chan could hear the way the headboard smacked violently against the wall; how you only moaned his name— Your Binnie! He couldn’t wait till later so he could show off the bite marks and scratches you’d left on his bicep, hoping to flex them around the dorms just for Chan to see. The entire time he would whisper to you in gentle whines how he didn’t like how Chan was looking at you. Or the way you were talking about him. Especially how you talked about his muscles. Definitely not that.

“Chan doesn’t have sh-shit on me, yeah, baby? Tryna steal— steal my girl, fuck. He can’t have you. You’re mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

𓈃 ★ HYUNJIN

Hyunjin… Let’s just say he temporarily despises whoever dares to crush on his girlfriend! Dirty looks, possessive touches, hickeys along your neck and collarbone that would be way too hard to hide with concealer. The person in question happens to be Jeongin, constantly giving the poor boy dirty looks despite the younger trying his best to avoid you for this very reason! But Hyunjin just doesn’t like knowing how he felt for you. He did not like it at all. So whenever Jeongin would come around Hyunjin was quick to drape his jacket over you and wrap a protective arm around your shoulder, maybe even bringing the two of you into a corner (though not at all hidden) just to kiss you. And he’d silently enjoy when he felt Jeongin’s jealous eyes watching as Hyunjin worked his tongue into your mouth and his hands under your shirt.

You’d tell Hyunjin to relax, although your cheeks were red and your thighs were pressing together for a bit of friction; eyeballs farting toward Jeongin who pretended to be busy with something else on the living room couch, though the apple of his cheeks were rosy and his pants seemed to be getting a tad bit uncomfortable. Hyunjin would simply scoff at you and decide to kiss down your neck instead, making sure to groan just enough to make Jeongin bite his lips. Maybe he doesn’t go the extra mile and put his fingers in your sweet little cunt like he wants to but he definitely riles you AND Jeongin enough to end this little hangout short.

“Did you see him staring at you? He’s so jealous, it’s funny… now spread your legs please, love.”

𓈃 ★ HAN

Jisung would lowkey get mad. Like? You’re clearly his girl, who do they think they are even daring to have a crush on you? So when Jisung finds out cute little Felix has a crush on you he smiles every single time he sees the poor younger boy; it’s not a nice smile either. It’s like he’s smiling to hide the pure anger he feels, his lips upturning almost creepily. It gets to the point where you softly wack his forearm and tell him to stop, red cheeks aglow from slight embarrassment. But Jisung does not give a singular shit, instead eyeing the boy longer. And god forbid you and Felix so much as make eye contact because Jisung will make it know how unhappy he is with that.

He wouldn’t try anything right then and there, nothing more than harsh squeezes of your thigh from beneath the table, maybe even snide remarks towards poor Felix. But the second the door to your shared home is closed he has you backed up against the nearest surface and is inhaling your breath like it’s his own. Lips on your neck, beneath your reddening ears, nipping at the skin like a starved man. It’s not so much as a jealousy thing as it is a dominance thing; proof that he really is yours!! That you chose him and not Felix, which only makes him smile in the kiss and slip his hand into your panties unexpectedly. The moans you let out as he fiddles with your clit only serves as further proof that he is yours, and you are most definitely his.

“Love you, my baby. Looked so pretty tonight even Felix was staring… too bad you’re mine, haha. Ah, stay still let me see your pretty face while I touch you… that’s it.”

𓈃 ★ FELIX

You were actually the one to tell him about Han’s crush on you. You heard from Hyunjin’s loud mouth that Han had been crushing on you for months; to which Felix literally giggled. He was by no means jealous, in fact he was flattered for you. Felix thought of himself as the luckiest man ever because he has someone that others want yet you chose him! It’s actually so sweet when he pressed a soft kiss against your lips, his warm, freckled skin practically melting into you as he placed his gentle hands along your jawline after hearing the news. Felix adores you, he understands why someone else would as well and he also trusts his friends to respect him and keep that shit to themselves!

The thought of another man wanting you only made Felix fall for you harder. You had options yet he was your first pick. So to show you how appreciative of that he is he’s pampering you. Spreading you out on the bed, you’re wearing that new lingerie set he bought you, lace flowers sewn into the panties with ribbons as white as snow. Felix is tender with you while he kisses you, small hands on your wrists as his messy blond hair tickles your tummy. He’s sensual and slow— not to be a tease but because he wants to make this feel special. His plump lips are grazing over your clothed pussy, hums deep enough to make your head spin. He savors every moment of this, thinking about how lucky he is that you’re his.

“Tonight is all about you, sweet girl. Promise to make you feel so good… so lucky to have you. Thank you for being with me.”

𓈃 ★ SEUNGMIN

One jealous son of a bitch. Seungmin seems to always catch other members staring at you a little too hard, seeing their eyes on you or how they licked their lips around you. But it was Lee Know who always had his eyes trained on you, watching you walk— even when you were around Seungmin! And it was pissing Seungmin off. He didn’t know if he was purposely trying to annoy Seungmin or if he was unaware; either way Seungmin was practically grinding his teeth together at the thought of Lee Know ever having a crush on you. But in a weird way Seungmin couldn’t even blame him— sure was he pissed that Lee Know even thought about you like that? Hell yeah. Was he surprised that other people found you attractive? No, not at all. Because it’s true. So in a way Seungmin related to Lee Know, chuckling at the thought after a while. And that’s how this idea had blossomed.

Seungmin had been fingering you for a little over half an hour, edging you on with a sadistic smile and his big brown eyes trained on the way your face squished at the feeling of your approaching orgasm. Your shivering hands rested on his shoulders, moans loud in the night. Seungmin left the door wide open so his roommate, Lee Know, would be able to hear every little sound you made; it worked like a fucking charm! Lee Know was sitting wide eyed in his bed just down the hall, his own bedroom door open a crack. His cock straining in his pants as the sound of Seungmin’s wet palm slapping against your swollen clit filled the room. Lee Know didn’t know whether to say something or to close the door and wish it were him pleasuring you instead. Seungmin loved that thought— so much so he had to whisper it to you, mouth right by your ear. The only thing was his “whispers” were loud enough for Lee Know to hear perfectly, every crisp syllable.

“D’ya think Minho heard you, sweetheart? Bet he wishes it was him touching you like this… bet he wants to touch you like this. He can’t reach the best parts of you like I can, baby, trust me. He doesn’t know this pretty body like I do.”

𓈃 ★ JEONGIN

Three words; jealous, whiny baby. He’s jealous, what else can I say? As soon as he hears from Chan that Changbin has a crush on you— his girlfriend —he’s seething. He immediately runs to you, whining into your arms as his weight crushes you into the bed, pouting into the soft crook of your neck, inhaling your faded perfume as he spoke. You’re feigning sympathy, asking questions you knew would tick him off, playing with his thick, conditioned hair as you did so just to tease him more, “Oh yeah? Bin likes me? How cute, how cute.” And, let me tell you, Jeongin is not amused by you at all. His bottom lip jutting out as he lifts his head and gives you the nastiest glare, big hands gripping your hands that were once in his hair. But it’s especially when Changbin comes in to ask you two what you want for dinner (though really he just wants to talk to you) that Jeongin silently loses it. Before you can even properly answer the older male Jeongin is pushing him out the room, locking the door behind him.

And now he has you laid on the mattress with your own panties pathetically shoved into your mouth as a make shift gag, holding his phone in front of your face. He’s recording, clicking his tongue and letting the camera scan up and down your sweaty, red marked body as he buries his cock between your thighs. He’s mocking you now, asking you questions with that same tone of understanding, feigning sympathy for the way his dick is splitting you open. Taunting you by saying he’ll send the video to Changbin to “prove a point,” and you’re practically sobbing from both pleasure and embarrassment! But it’s okay he won’t send it, he’ll keep it all to himself… you’re all his!

“What do you think, babe, should I send it? Think he’ll like it… no? Aw, what a shame. Shh, don’t cry, I know it feels good, shh.”

[ 𝗆．𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ] 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾：𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 ！𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 😭

You felt loved when you were with Felix. He never judged you or made fun of you and he was always sweet to you. Whenever you would fight hed never raise his voice at you or yell at you, when you were sad he was like your emotional support pillow. Overall, he was just an amazing boyfriend.

And the sex? He is the most gentle when it comes to your body, taking his time in appreciating every curve and mark. He'd make sure not one inch of your body was left unsatisfied, making your whole body feel special. To him, he wouldn't prefer to call it sex, he prefers to call it “love making”, because he's showing you his love by making you feel pleasure, relaxed and his heart just jumps knowing that you trust him so much to see you naked and exposed, all for him.

So that's where you are now, fully displayed on your bed with Felix between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man. His hands were hooked under your thighs, sucking at your clit and kneading the flesh. Soft, lewd moans left your mouth the harder he sucked, followed by breathy moans as your hands entangled into his long blonde hair.

He looked up at you through hooded eyes, smiling against your cunt. “My pretty baby,” He mumbled against your warm cunt, removing his hand from your thigh and reaching up to grab your boob. You let out a satisfied sigh, hand moving down to cup his cheek as he looked up at you.

You wanted to cry with the way he looked at you, with so much love. His eyes soft as he looked at the most precious and harmless thing in this world, you. He loved you so much and you could tell just by the way he looked at you and treated you. You sniffed, tears already streaming down your face as he pouted, moving to kiss you on your cheek as he held you close.

“My darling, sweeter than anything that has ever walked the earth, my precious flower, my moon, my stars, my light, my love,” He whispered, his voice deep and soft, almost sounding like a lullaby itself. “Don't cry,” He continued. “Let me make love to you, hmm? Show you how much I adore you, yeah?” You just nodded your head and smiled, nuzzling into his palm that rested against your cheek.

He kissed your forehead, positioning your legs to rest flat on your feet, your knees facing the ceiling. He positioned his cock over your dripping cunt, gently pushing in as both of you moaned in unison. Once he was fully in, he started moving at a gentle pace, moaning at the feeling of your tight cunt.

Your hands rested on his back, black painted nails scratching his back everytime he hit your cervix. He rested his head against yours, biting his lip. “F-felix, gonna cum. Can i p-please cum?” Felix couldn't help but smile, licking his lips as he moved his head to the side for a second before looking back at you. “Don't have to ask sweet baby, cum for me.” He gently said.

You felt your orgasm approaching, a silent scream leaving you as you gasped, his name spilling from your lips as you flooded his cock, the sheets getting wet in the process. Felix groaned, throwing his head back and feeling his own high approaching as he felt your essence around his cock. He positioned you to lie down, pushing your legs up against your chest as he fucked into you a little harder.

“F-fuck, I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry c-cant help myself,” He panted, apologizing profusely as he went even harder, fucking into you at a brutal pace. “I'm so sorry baby, bare with me please!” His moans became more breathy as he chased his own high. You whimpered, feeling stuffed and overstimulated but happy nonetheless. “Gonna cum lixie?” Your voice sounds so soft and cute, which made Felix weak to the knees as he busted inside of you, eyes rolling to the back of his head in disbelief as he let out a gasp, followed by a shudder as his body shook.

He dropped his head between your neck, your hands on his back as you practically hugged him, both of you catching your breath as kissed you on your cheek. As he got up he kissed your knee, lying down next to you and wrapping his arms around you, pulling the blanket over both of you and giggling as you both drifted off to sleep, the sound of rain hitting the concrete roads fading in the distance.

i'm not even sure where to start here — i just lost my job and while i'm looking for another one immediately, if it's anything like my last experience then i'm in trouble. i don't know how to ask for help, i'm not very good at it but i'm trying. because honestly, i really need the help. things have not been great lately, i'm sure plenty agree with that statement, but i'm in a position that i'm desperately seeking any help that comes my way.

if you can't help, please reblog this post so that others might be able to? to anyone who provides help in any way, thank you. really, truly, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

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Just Friends?

Pairing: bsf!hyunjin x 9thmember!fem!reader

Word count: 735

Warning: blowjobs, use of names (baby), the reader is the 9th member of skz, reader gives hyunjin a blowjob under the table, mentions of hyunjin fucking the reader

Hyunjin was reading comments when you walked in, looking at him and smiling. He looked up at you and smiled back, watching as you sat down on the bed.

Being the only female member of skz was hard, but falling for your bandmate was harder. You always have to make sure you don't show your affection for him on camera and hiding it from the others was not easy. The only one who knew was Chan.

So when you saw how pretty he looked with his rounded glasses and black sweater(?), his hair all messy and perfect, you couldn't help but feel needy. You needed him but wasn't sure if he needed you.

Your thoughts were eating you up that you didn't even notice Hyunjin calling your name, asking if you were okay. You smiled and shook your head, mumbling a small “gwenchana” before opening your phone and scrolling through tiktoks.

It seemed even tiktok was bugging you about him because every time you scrolled, it was mostly about Hyunjin. You went on Instagram, but only his pictures were popping up on your screen, you growled.

“Fuck it.” You got up from the bed and walked over to his chair, getting on your knees and pulling the chair closer towards you. Hyunjin looked down at you in shock before quickly looking up at the camera, smiling shyly. He opened his mouth to say something but gasped as he felt you unzipping his jeans. He "accidentally” dropped his hair tie on the floor before shooting stays a small smile. “I- I dropped my hair tie. One sec stays~”

He lowered his head and your eyes met. “What are you doing?” he mouthed. You shrugged, pulling down his boxers and gasped as his dick popped out, slapping against his abdomen with how hard it was.

So he was horny all along.

Hyunjin let out a shaky sigh, grabbing his phone and trying to distract himself. He tried reading a comment but stopped mid sentence as he felt your hand wrap around his shaft. He continued in a shaky voice, biting his lip in order to prevent a moan from escaping as you sucked the head of his cock.

An idea struck him as he quickly rotated his phone, putting it to his ear and acting as if Chan was calling him, telling him to come home because they had some work.

“Looks like I have to g-go now, I'm sorry Stay. S-see you next time, I love you bye!” He quickly ended the live, shutting his laptop off as he leaned back in his chair, letting out a loud moan as he gripped your hair.

“S-shit, Y/N your mouth is heavenly.”

His eyebrows furrowed, his head thrown back as he let out the most sinful words and sounds. You gently snaked a hand down to your clit, rubbing soft circles.

“Ye-es, keep going down baby, put your whole fucking mouth on it. Yeah, there we go.” You slowly took his whole length in your mouth, gagging when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. He tasted sweet.

You started bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks so your teeth don't scrape him. His hands moved to make a makeshift ponytail with your wolfcut, choking out a moan. “Baby, I'm gonna cum!”

You let go off his dick with a pop, jacking him off as you looked at him. ”Fuck my throat.” Was all you said before Hyunjin grabbed your head, shoving your head down his dick and keeping it there, fucking up into your mouth. You gagged around him, keeping your hands against his hips to steady yourself.

“Co-coming!” Was all he said before he shot his seed into your mouth, letting your head go as a sharp hiss followed by a loud moan escaped his mouth. You swallowed everything before looking up at him.

He gave you a fucked out, lazy smile as leaned down, grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss tasted salty and sweet, it was sloppy and messy.

“W-what does this make us?” You asked. He looked down at you and smiled. He got up and pushed you onto his bed, removing his shirt as he hovered above you, kissing down your neck and held your wrists in his hands.

“I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll forget we're even friends.”

You don't care anymore.

The ending is shitty but it is what it is 🤷🏻‍♀️

trial & error | ft. bang chan

summary; chan’s been pretty skittish about fucking you. luckily, his stupidly big dick doesn’t scare you.

rating; e for explicit

pairing; bang chan x reader

author’s note; chan, my guy, my dude.. i’m so sorry. if you ever come across this, just know that i’m mentally ill!!! sorry. i’m repenting to god as we speak 🥲 i got carried away as per usual. sorry ‘bout it. chan is also a lil ooc in my opinion but, fiction is fiction. also written in drafts so not sure how long this actually is— oops. tagging @hwanghyunjinenthusiast & @cbini because i’m evil like that <333

warnings; first and foremost: bang chan and a serious, life threatening case of massive cock, dirty talk, daddy kink, copious amounts of body fluids, wap!reader, shy!chan -> daddy!chan, first time together, implications of both dom and subspace, reader is called: baby, baby girl, princess, and the like, chan is called: chan, channie, chris, and daddy, chan’s self-sacrificial tendencies, chan’s people pleaser complex, insecurity, reader is GREEDY and EAGER, chan gets his nut off screen, spit, uh.. i think that’s all?

chan’s body is juxtaposed to his mind, making him pause where he’s kneeled between your spread thighs. physically, he’s far past ready — cock harder than a diamond, jutting out proudly from its place between his hips and his brown eyes glued to the tiny, winking hole that you’ve bared to him. mentally, he’s paralyzed — forced to give himself a pep talk because he knows for certain that it’d be so, so easy to tear that teeny, tiny hole up without even trying.

“it’s so tiny,” he whispers, thumb reaching out to rub over your dripping entrance. “what if i hurt you?”

you whine and that little hole clamps down, threatening to suckle the tip of his thumb right inside. you know that he’s trying to be careful with you; he’s made several remarks about how you would never have to sleep with him if you didn’t want to. chan’s size has always been controversial at best and he knows from experience that a lot of girls would prefer to try their hand at sucking him off rather than letting him fuck them. and well, chan gets it — truly, he does — but that has never stopped him from sulking whenever he‘d get sent home with blue balls. again.

what chan doesn’t know is that it’s less about proving a point on your end and more about finally getting to come on that pretty dick of his. he’s left you high and sopping more times than you can count with his unparalleled dirty talk and general sex appeal. logically, you’re aware that most of it is likely unintentional, but after six months of dating without even so much as a petty game of ‘just the tip’, you’re one poor excuse away from taking matters into your own hands, tying him up, and using him like a human-dildo.

“w-won’t hurt me, ch-channie,” you reassure, wiggling your hips in an attempt to entice him into action. “i’m so wet for you; you feel it, right? can’t hurt me like this.”

he does — feel it, that is. your pussy drools steadily against the pad of his thumb, slick folds curving around the rest of it. if he taps at it, the puddles of slick makes little, wet, popping noises; a true testament to how aroused you are. it makes part of him want to bend just a little further so he can scoop your slick up with his tongue, but he knows you’re far too impatient for that right now.

“channie,” you beg, getting antsy, “chris.”

he sucks in a breath at the use of a shortened version his given name, eyes finally drawing away from your cunt. his gaze catches yours and you try to keep your expression open, allowing his to see the look of desperation that’s overtaken your face.

“please f-fuck me,” you whimper, tears gathering at your lash line, “i’ve waited so long. been so good, channie.”

the flush that was covering his cheeks and the tips of his ears spreads down his neck at your begging. his dick hasn’t flagged the slightest bit in the last half hour and he surely hasn’t come, but hearing your incessant babbling has him feeling light headed like he’s on the verge of being overstimulated. it works in your favor though, spurring him into action like you wanted. after what feels like ages, you watch chan lean forward on his knees, using the hand that isn’t helping to keep him upright to rub the tip of his cock through all the wet that’s gathered between your legs.

your mouth drops open when you feel the head meet your entrance and it takes every ounce of self control that you have to keep yourself from forcing the entire length of him inside your cunt. you remain still instead, spine curving as you pick your head up from the pillow and look down, locking onto the sight of chan’s cock poised for entry.

“i’ll go slow,” chan promises, waiting for your eager nod and when it comes, you’re left to look up at him with a slack jaw and furrowed brows as he presses inward with his hips, successfully stretching you open around the girth of his dick.

“oh my god,” you pant, hands slapping down against the mattress, “f-fuck.”

“a-almost,” he pants in return, a little out of his mind from the feel of you, “tip’s almost in, baby, jus’ relax for me, yeah?”

your hands wrap around chan’s lithe thighs as he continues to press into you, squeezing the flesh and muscle harshly as he works you open. he has to grit his teeth against the bite of your nails in his skin, jaw clenched tightly to keep himself grounded. it takes a moment, but he can’t deny the elation he feels when the tightness of your pussy finally gives way the smallest bit, enclosing the head of his dick in nothing but warm, wet silk. the action cause you to squeal and jolt, breathing heavily as sweat threatens to build on your skin. chan doesn’t dare move, wide, brown eyes too focused on the scrunch of your face for him to try and let you have the rest. it’s clearly the wrong choice though, especially if your squirming hips and pitiful mewls are meant to be any sort of clue.

“chris, chris,” you babble, impatiently trying to fuck your tight, little cunt onto his length, “c’mon, c’mon.”

“easy, baby,” he says, disbelief in his tone when he watches himself sink deeper.

thanks to all your wriggling, you’ve managed to get another inch or so inside you, face contorting and hurt-sounding whines tumbling from your mouth one after the other. you don’t stop trying to move even when chan places heavy hands palm side down on the insides of your thighs to hold you still. all that seems to be good for is making you pout and sob, pretty mouth begging for more despite the slight flashes of discomfort chan can see in your expression. still, he puts his best effort forth in trying to prevent you from hurting yourself too much, deciding to ease out a few centimeters only to push them right back in again.

that little thrust is what breaks the damn, causing you to turn your wild eyes up to chan like he’s hung the damn moon. he swears he can feel your cunt grow wetter from just that one, tiny movement and he watches first hand the way your pupils dilate further and swallow up your iris. you’re clenching, silken walls doing their best to suck greedily at his shaft. he has to bite the flesh of his bottom lip to clear his head, taking a moment to pray for any amount of restraint that god is willing to spare him because he has half a mind to throw all caution to the wind and split your pretty ass open like you’ve been gagging for.

its a true feat, but he manages to remain decently composed. a part of him thinks he should be given a medal, knowing the weakest of men would have caved to their desire a long, long time ago. the composure he’s adopted is threadbare though, if he allows himself to be honest; it’s not really his fault. there’s no denying how incredibly sexy you look when his cock is spearing you open.

“f-fuckin’ big, channie,” you gasp wetly.

he laughs, tight and breathy, continuing to fuck into you slowly and shallowly. “i know, princess. i told you so, but’cha just don’t listen, do ya?”

“n-no,” you confirm, “wanted it so bad. needed it.”

the fact that you still need it goes unsaid. you can feel your walls gripping at chan’s cock, trying to keep him in every time he pulls his hips back. you doubt you’re even taking half his dick at this point, but he’s so damn thick — so fucking long — that it feels like so much more. even still, the size of his dick doesn’t stop your cunt from slicking up eagerly. if anything, the stretch appears to only turn you on more, wetness trickling out with every push and pull of chan’s hips.

a few moments pass, filled with nothing other than the sounds of your staccato moans and the slight creaking of the mattress. chan takes this time to admire the bounce of your tits that occurs with each thrust, the hardened peaks of your nipples and the expanse of your cute, soft tummy making him feel delirious. everything about you drives him crazy, from the curve of your shoulders to the spread of your thighs as they fold over your hips. when your gaze catches his, you fix him with a small, cute, fucked out smile and he finds himself needing to rail you stupid.

“g’na go deeper, ‘kay?”

“mhm, yeah,” you nod, licking your dry lips, “give it t’me.”

he does just that, sinking in a few more inches before pulling out again. the pace he adopts is a little quicker this go around; it’s definitely not as fast as you’re sure he could move, but fast enough that you can hear your noisy cunt as it leaks around chan’s girth. you feel like you’re floating in the clouds, hands squeezing at the sheets and his thighs all the while. each time your eyes meet, all you can do is smile and moan, fighting to hold onto the threads of your sanity.

you sound so good — tiny, breathy ‘oh, oh!’s that drive chan crazy. he’s nearly shaking with the effort it takes to hold himself in check, but it’s worth it when he finally decides give you the entire length. your head spins when he does it, brain melting and liquefying out of your ears. one second you’re just getting used to half his cock and the next second, you’re aching, stuffed so full that you can feel him in the depths of your tummy.

the surprised squeal that leaves you causes chan to give you a grunt of his own. the pace of his movements have slowed once again but you can’t say you mind, not when you can watch him roll his hips in a way that fills you enough to make you cream. almost mindlessly, chan brings one hand to his mouth, licking the pad of his own thumb before bringing it back down to rub at your clit. the action literally takes your breath away, has you going cross eyed and dumb, babbling about how good it feels.

“hhhnn,” you gasp, angling your head to try and catch a peek of where you’re joined together, “your cock’s so big,” you mutter mindlessly, pussy squelching excitedly when chan’s hips nearly meet yours on one of his inward thrusts, “so fucking deep. so, so good.”

“yeah?” chan pants, his eyes rolling back in his own head at the blatant display of your own pleasure. he keeps a steady pressure on your clit, thumb circling the swollen flesh with practiced ease. “feels good now, baby?”

“mhm! feels s’good,” you slur out, “feels so good in my pussy.”

“shiiit,” chan drawls, hips jerking at your senseless speech. you’re so sexy when you feel good and he’s a little upset with himself for not letting you have his dick sooner. “can’t wait to make this pretty, little cunt come around me,” he murmurs, sounding desperate, “then i’ll just get to do it all over again.”

you can’t catch your breath; you know, even without proper brain function, that you’re on the brink of orgasm. you’re amazed by how quickly you get there, even though it’s long since been established that chan’s the most efficient lover you’ve had in the bedroom. he can make you come, quite literally, in eight minutes flat with nothing but his nose and tongue; it makes perfect sense that his dick is no exception. you’re so gone at this point that your mouth gets looser, undisclosed titles rolling off your tongue without care.

“daddy,” you whine, losing yourself when you begin fucking your hips back onto him in effort to catch every thrust. “yes, yes, yes. daddy, fuck!”

he doesn’t miss a single beat despite the slight shock. he’ll be your daddy, already wants to take care of you so it just feels right. you can be his princess, his little baby girl — his to hold, his to cherish; his to fuck within an inch of her life whenever he pleases. the thought sends him reeling, makes his chest flush and puff out simultaneously. you’re left to watch through the haze as he purses his lips, spit coming into view before he lets it fall to your clit, making your clit wetter and dulling the friction between your skin and his. you mewl at the warmth, cooing at the slip and slide of his thumb, slipping deeper into the fog, hooded eyes glued to chan’s.

“there you are,” chan coos back, shivering and looking at you adoringly. “there’s my princess. g’na come for daddy? show him how good he’s making you feel, yeah?”

“yes, yeah,” you say, accompanying your words with frantic nods that become jerkier and jerkier.

just when you think it can’t get any better, chan proves you wrong. you don’t have the brain cells to comprehend what exactly it is that he’s done, but it feels so good that you squeal, big eyes going unfocused as your orgasm threatens to take over. chan knows he’s in his zone, a special place he’s only gone to a handful of times. his pace picks up slightly, so in tune with your body as you writhe on the sheets. he barely comprehends when his thighs start doing all the work, making small bouncing motions that cause him to rub against your g-spot.

“oh my god,” comes your excited mewl, “i’m gonna come.”

there’s a pleased rumbling in his chest, one-track mind focused solely on your demise. “mm, do it then. come on my cock, baby. make daddy proud.”

“daddy. daddy, daddy, daddy,” you chant, eyes bouncing from his own, to his cock, to the ceiling. you’re so fucking cute, all stupid like this. “coming, coming, i’m coming!”

you jerk like a live wire when you finally come, pussy gushing and rippling around chan’s dick. a high pitch whimper leaves your lips and chan laughs, humming as he fucks you through it, prolonging the high a bit longer than you were expecting. you don’t know what time it is, or what day of the week, but you know you feel better than you’ve ever felt, tunnel vision for chan in the aftermath of your orgasm.

“that’s it,” he coos, daring to press all the way in once more just to see the evidence coating his cock when he pulls out. “good girl, took it so well for me.”

you’d preen if your mind weren’t so hazy, but chan knows you hear him. there’s a dopey smile stretched across your lips, your stretched out cunt still dripping and spasming. he’s surprised by his own ability to hold out, now painfully aware that his dick is still hard and leaking, partially sheathed inside your hot, little body. he’s coming out of his own fog, but you’re obviously still floating in yours. he doesn’t want to assume he can continue, but he hadn’t known that there’d be a need for the conversation in the first place either.

you blink slowly at him once you’ve been reduced to minute twitches and spasms. you vaguely register that chan’s still inside you, still hard and your brain tries hard to come back online. a tiny voice in the back of your mind calls for him, ‘daddy, daddy,’ it begs, demanding to be heard, ‘again, again!’

you aren’t even cognizant that you’re moving, canting your own hips up, back to square one and trying to take him all the way back inside your cunt. chan can only groan, body falling over yours and pushing his length back inside, stretching you out with his cock all over again. your eyes roll back, disappearing behind your fluttering eyelids as you accept him, gripping the sheets with a tiny giggle of content.

‘full, full, full,’ the voice chants, elated.

“i w-won’t last long,” chan admits, inflection if shame in his tone. “you’re too wet, too fucking tight.”

“don’t care,” you croak, body moving on its own. “want you, again.”

you’re moving in what feels to be slow motion as you encase him in your thighs and arms, mouth pressing to the ball of his shoulder. it’s pretty detrimental for his health — he’s already strung tight from making you come undone. now you’re wrapped around him? all soft, warm, and inviting? wanting his (humbly) big cock fucking your little pussy until he comes? until you come again?

“fuck, baby,” he groans, burying his face in your sweaty neck as he starts to build up a rhythm again. “okay. whatever you want. whatever daddy’s baby needs.”

he’s rambling, strokes moderately paced and so deep, sliding into spaces that you didn’t know could be stimulated. the fog takes you again, but you welcome it, happy to be consumed as long as you’re held in chan’s capable hands. you trust him with your life, so relinquishing your body is ridiculously easy.

in the recesses of your mind, you strive to make him feel as good as you do. getting to come on that beautiful, god-sent cock a second time — after months of trial and error — is just a bonus.

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