LEE KNOW & HYUNJIN'LALALALA' ENDING FAIRIES (231231)

LEE KNOW & HYUNJIN 'LALALALA' ENDING FAIRIES (231231)

BANGCHAN THE MAN THAT YOU ARE 😫🙌🏼

♡ ｗａｎｎａ ｂｅ ｙｏｕｒｓ♡

♡ Pairing: bouncer!bang chan x stripper!chubby!fem!reader

♡ Summary: You've had your eye on a bouncer who works at your club for the longest time. Tonight may just be the night that you get your chance with him

♡ Genre: smut/angst-ish

♡ Word Count: 1.5kish

♡ Warnings: light violence during fight scene, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, dick riding (in the fun sense)

If years of being a dancer have taught you anything it’s how to pretend to give a shit when you’d much rather be at home vegetating. It’s not that you hate your job. You simply aren’t always in the mood to socialize. But the club’s packed tonight and bills need to be paid.

At least the customers are generous, the music’s tolerable, and your best friend’s scheduled to work with you. Spinning around on the pole, you spot her over by the bar lighting a sparkler inside a bottle of champagne. She waves to you, blowing you a kiss. You blow one right back at her.

A sweet moment's swiftly interrupted by the thud of a body crashing onto your platform. With the music blaring overhead, you hadn’t noticed the fight breaking out behind you between bouncers and a few frat boys who’ve clearly had one too many vodka shots. The frat boy laid out at your feet has blood gushing from his nose, ruining his shirt and risking the safety of your brand new stilettos.

He sees the bouncer responsible for his broken nose headed in his direction and so do you. Both of your heart rates increase for opposing reasons. His because, despite his blurred vision, he’s ready to go another round. Yours because the bouncer in question is Bang Chan or Channie as he lets you call him.

You’ve had an embarrassingly heavy crush on the platinum blonde haired Aussie since your first night working here. Somehow you’ve managed to remain oblivious to the fact that the feeling’s mutual. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of the frat boy sneaking a knife from his pocket.

You stomp down on his wrist, applying your full weight, and you feel something crunch beneath your heel. He cries out in pain, the knife falling to the floor. Now his nose isn’t the only thing that’s broken.  Chan grabs him by the shirt, tossing him into the arms of two other bouncers waiting nearby.

You’ve never seen him this angry before but his rage is fleeting when he rises from retrieving the knife and lays eyes on you. He smiles up at you, basking in your beauty like you’re one of those goddess statues in a museum. Masterfully carved in marble and perfect in every sense of the word.

“My hero” he gasps, hand over his heart. You roll your eyes, “Dramatic much?” Chan takes your manicured hand, kissing it so gently that it sends a chill through your body. “Thank you. I mean it. I owe you one.” His thumb strokes the back of your hand, your gazes lingering on each other as the rest of the world fades away.

It returns with a roar as the fight erupts again. “I, uh…” he stutters, torn between the longing to stay with you and his obligation to fulfill his duties. “Go. Do your job. No slacking” you tease, shooing him away. Chan blushes, grateful that the darkness of the club conceals it, and disappears into the crowd.

Being the professional that you are, you immediately go back to dancing. Your mind’s even farther gone than before, floating somewhere in the clouds treasuring the tingle left behind by his kiss like it’s gold. 

“Absolutely not” you sing, slamming the door to your locker. In the dressing room girls crowd around a half dozen vanities, dashing between clothing racks, hurrying to put the finishing touches on their looks before they’re called to the floor. You, on the other hand, have already changed into a hoodie and a cozy pair of sweats.

The night’s over for you. At least it was before your best friend cornered you, begging to borrow your car. “Oh, come on. Please, please, please” she pouts, “It’s only until tomorrow and I’ll give it right back.” “And how exactly am I supposed to get home?” The grin that spreads across her glitter speckled face is adorable and concerning all at once.

Throwing her coat on, she takes your hand and drags you through one of the side doors where Chan leans against his car waiting for you. With the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled up and a few buttons undone, you get a peek at the tattoos covering his muscular form. Whatever workout this man does has done sinfully good things to his body. 

Your best friend plucks the car keys from your hand, nudging you forward, “You look out for my girl, Bang Chan!” “I’ll take good care of her” he promises, opening the door for you. There’s something sensual about the way he says that. “I’ll take good care of her.” You throw the bag on your shoulder into the backseat, hesitating to get in yourself.

“You really don’t have to do this.” “I owe you, remember?” Unable to argue with him, you hop in and put your seatbelt on.  As sexy as he looks walking around to the driver’s side, you wouldn’t object to being taken care of by him.

You pinch yourself on the arm, shaking off the thought of anything happening between the two of you. He probably doesn’t want it to. Even if he did, you work together. Something like that would never happen. It can’t...

An hour’s passed and you’re thrown across your bed, knees pressed to your chest, breathing like a pregnant woman in a Lamaze class. You have no clue where your clothes went but honestly, who the hell cares? Chan’s face is buried between your legs, slurping at your pussy like it’s the only thing he’s eaten in 48 hours.

Though that may not technically be true, you definitely taste better than any meal he’s had in recent memory. Your bed’s soaked from how wet you are, a year’s worth of anticipation dripping from his chin. He sucks your clit between his lips, circling it with his tongue and pulling away.

He repeats this over and over again, edging you to the point that you’re a trembling, overstimulated wreck. “Channie…” you whine, your eyes falling close as your nails dig into the sheets below. Chan grabs onto your lush hips, lifting you away from him, “Keep them open.

I wanna see those pretty eyes when I make you cum.” You pry them open and catch him staring up at you with nearly the same look he had at the club. Only now there’s an insatiable hunger behind those eyes. Grinding you down against his face, his tongue plunges into the depths of your warmth.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” is all you can say when he has you coming apart at the seams. “Mmm” he hums, sensing how close you are by the way your walls clench around his tongue. He flexes it along your g-spot and you’re cumming harder than you ever have. Your body’s twisting, pitiful moans fill the air, fingers grasping at his hair.

This must be what it feels like to have a demon exorcized or to be possessed by one. Either way, there’s nothing in this world like it. Even as your body goes limp, your mind going cloudy, Chan’s still kitten licking your slit to gather every drop of your juices. When he finally stops, he straightens your legs out, massaging them as he trails wet kisses up your stomach.

He takes the hand previously responsible for breaking someone’s nose and delicately toys with your nipples. They perk up for him, making each graze of his fingertip twice as intense. He drags his tongue over your bud. Up your chest. Along your chin. You open your mouth to catch your breath and he’s pulling you into a decadent kiss, laced with the sweetness of your arousal. 

“I knew you’d taste amazing but that was…” he groans, using two fingers to stroke between your folds, “I could stay between those thighs all night.” “You’ll have to come up for air at some point” you tease. Chan wraps his arms around your waist, hooking an arm behind your knee, “Breathing is overrated.”

In one fluid motion, he’s rolled you over on top of him, his thick cock resting against your twitching clit. Your legs are as structurally solid as jello but you manage to prop yourself up on them, fingers running along his length. “Is this all cause of lil old me?” you ask, dipping your thumb in the precum leaking from his tip and licking it off. 

Chan cups your cheek into his palm and you nuzzle it, kissing his palm. “Can I keep you?” You giggle at the question, raising your hips and sinking down onto him. “You can'' you moan, rotating your hips in graceful figure eights that have him ready to implode. A mixture of pleasure and panic floods his system.

It’d be embarrassing to cum this quickly but you’re making it impossible. It takes everything he has to hold back watching you have this much fun using his dick to make yourself feel good. 

Chan gets it, how men can throw everything in their pockets at you when you’re on stage. He’d empty every bank account in his name to have you sit on his face. Just sit there. Not even move.

୨⎯ 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧 ⛧

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a/n: @astraystayyh mentioned something and then this happened and @forlix was involved too okay yeah enjoy maybe (poly!hyunlix x gn!reader, very soft. maybe too soft.)

being in a polyamorous relationship with hyuniin and felix was something that you could never have prepared for. the idea had scared you for so long, months of them asking you and asking you until you had finally said yes turning into a year of a relationship that you wouldn’t trade for anything else in the world. 

they constantly took the chance to break whatever fears you had stacked up before you got together. what you thought would be moments of possessiveness and power struggles over your individual relationships turned out to be one of the healthiest companionships you’ve ever experienced. what you thought might be an awkward dance of limbs around one another turned out to be the best intimacy you’ve ever faced. bit by bit, they dismantled your walls until you were laid out, bare for only them to see. 

and to your absolute delight, the one thing that you never ran out of was kisses. hyunjin and felix were both exceptionally affectionate people, even more so when it came to you. there wasn’t a moment that went by where you felt touched starved or empty of love. 

it was in moments like the one you were in right now where it truly hit you; you were so lucky. you were pressed against their two bodies, their warmth blanketing you like a furnace. they took turns pressing kisses into your hair, your cheeks, your neck, anywhere their lips could reach. it was as if they couldn’t help themselves from feeling your skin on them whenever they could.

the fact that these men chose you of all the people at their disposal was a true miracle in and of itself. that they waited for you to be ready for them is something even more fierce, so unpredictably wonderful that you sometimes can’t believe that it’s real. that it’s happening for you. 

“thinking too loud,” felix mumbles against your shoulder, breaking you out of your head as he presses his fingers lightly into your stomach where they had been laying. hyunjin hums in agreement, rubbing his nose against your scalp lazily. 

“what’s going on in this pretty head?” hyunjin murmurs from your other side, and even as light as his voice is it still vibrates against your skin like the strum of his guitar. 

“it’s stupid,” you start, wriggling a bit in their arms. felix tightens his just a bit, urging you to stay still, a silent nothing you say is stupid, stupid drifting through the air. “i’m just so lucky to have you. both of you.”

“we’re the ones that are lucky,” felix opens his eyes, the brightness of his pupils trained on you contrasting the sultry deepness of his voice. “we get to hold you like this whenever we want.”

“you’re precious,” hyunjin agrees, dropping a kiss to your cheek. “our precious little gem. we’re not letting you go.”

and in this moment, held between them so gently like you might break if they pushed too hard, you truly felt like something precious. 

—

soft hours

I’ve binge read this series without a break, did I lose sleep? Yes! But it was worth it!! 😼😼

TOO HOT TO HANDLE MASTERLIST.

Synopsis: You and skz members become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle

SEASON 1 - FELIX. (Completed) Chapters: Part I / Part II / Part III / Extra Hot Reunion

SEASON 2 - LEE KNOW. (Completed) Chapters: Part I / Part II / Part III / Extra Hot Reunion

SEASON 3 - BANGCHAN. (Completed) Chapters: Part I / Part II / Part III

SEASON 4 - HAN. (Completed) Chapters: Part I / Part II / Part III

SEASON 5 - CHANGBIN. (Completed) Chapters: Part I / Part II / Part III

SEASON 6 - ??? Coming soon!

Daryl is a soft lover. He breathes you in and breathes you out— never ready— but always willing to hit the next step.

His hands are like ghosts tingling their way up your body, touching any area he can find as long as you allow it.

His kisses are soft and slow, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear at any moment. You are his world, his reason, his light. You give him reason to keep going even when the world feels hopeless.

He is in love with you— every part of you, every blemish, fold, wrinkle and imperfection just pull him to you. In his eyes no one could ever compare— and he wouldn’t want them to.

Vocalizing his love for you is hard, he’s not sure if he’s ever told you out loud how deeply you’re ingrained into his deeply damaged heart. And yet with his touch, you can feel the words he’s unable to say— seeping into your skin like hot wax.

He lets you braid his hair, he sits with you and looks up to the stars, dreaming of a future that has long since passed. But it doesn’t matter— because as long as you’re by his side the world is right on track.