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{𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴} .05

Chan insisting on keeping all the lights off, turning down the tv brightness, lighting some candles when you have a bad headache. You want to tell him he’s doing too much but you can deny how loved you feel and how much it is actual helping. He takes your phone saying it is exacerbating tour headache but really he has something else planned.

A part of me is so scared to revive my old works again. I thought I’d go back to k eventually but I think this is my new self. I’ll unlock it soon bc some of those old posts and blog layouts I meticulously made I am genuinely really proud of but think I needed to separate myself from who I was in college and during the first two years of the panny. My ao3 still has ALOT of the ones from tumblr I started to post there too. Under the old pseud of course.

On a related note, I did open a new pseud for this blog on ao3.

{𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴} .02

chanlix lazy lovin

being so in tune with each other that pleasure comes so naturally yet isn't necessary. being so close with understood consent that subconscious wandering hands start as looking for comfort even from somewhere intimate that possibly turn into lazy fucking

bonus.

chan comes home late about 3am to see you almost subconsciously rubbing the bulge in felix's boxers. your head is resting on him with his hand stroking your hair, both of you watching tv mindlessly. felix's mouth is slightly open in silent response to your hand. when he looks hard enough chan can see the way the younger's hips move up trying to get more. it doesn't take long for him to add himself to the mix, working softly between your thighs while you continue working lix, passing the pleasure onto him.

just a room away

18+ • drabble • yunho • pt. 1 • pt.2 • pt.3  • pt.4

you’ve avoided all contact with yunho since the night of the storm.

you haven’t even spoken to your friend much. you weren’t close to begin with but you’ve taken on an opposite shift to her at the store whenever possible. she’s a little perplexed but doesn’t question it.

with the stress you've accumulated lately, you decided to take a break and go to a small spa just outside of town. however, if you had bothered to even speak to her for one moment you wouldn’t have been caught off guard by what happened next.

“y/n?”

his voice stops you as you’re leaving the small restaurant in the lobby and going back to your room. “y/n, wait!” the shock on your face only lasts a moment before continuing to walk. he catches up to you, hopping into the elevator before the doors can close. you don't say a word. he furrows his brows as he looks at your stoic profile. lips turning up in amusement and confusion. you were being strange to him. was this a game? as the doors opened, he was still close behind. the closer you got to your room the angrier you got. stopping in front of your door you spin around “Why are you following me”

however he was no longer right behind you. “I was going to ask how you knew where my room was”

sure enough, his keycard opens the door diagonal to yours.

“fuck” you murmur, before going into your room and shutting the door.

•

about an hour passes of your uneasy thoughts. the thought of him is crowding your mind despite your peaceful getaway. his close proximity is the cause of the intensity and you quickly convince yourself there's a way to alleviate the pressure in your head and your core.

You knock on his door wanting to assert some kind of line but the moment he opens the door your brain empties of any coherent thought. as you close the door behind you he starts trying to speak seeming to have begun piecing together why you were cold to him but you stop him by getting close to his face. you hover over him as he sits halfway on his bed. the stance has him quiet, fully pushing back onto the bed. “this trip is to relieve my stress. I’m not here to talk to you.” the way you emphasize talk makes him furrow his brows in confusion but you're getting onto the bed lowering your face close to his waist before he can think of a response.

the position you're in makes his mouth water in an instant. face down with your ass up while your hands move to stroke him through his pants. he breathes out with a stutter at the feeling but can't hold back a low groan when you kiss his cock through the fabric. 

he has to admit, he loves seeing the nervous, doe-like side of you where he works you up and takes charge, admiring how small you are compared to him but this…he doesn't have words for this. when you start to tug down his sweats you finally look up and make eye contact. for some reason he gets bashful, his cheeks tinging pink as he lifts his hips for you to pull his pants down to have his cock. he looks away, before you bring your lips down on him. the experience of you kissing his tip gently isn't one to revel in because you take him half way into your mouth immediately after. you try to pace yourself, the feeling of him partly in your mouth and in your hand a little more than intimidating but more than that it's also empowering. you want to make him feel a fraction of what you did then leave him to fester in his questions and confusion. the feeling spurs you on taking him faster as your head moves rhythmically. you hear him mutter ‘shit’ under his breath. you pull back to let him glimpse your wet lips. the look in your hooded eyes makes him want to reach out but you move away from his hand before lowering back onto him, taking him farther than before, gagging at your overexcitement. he tries to ease you back with a hand on your face but you push it away as you continue to take him. you can't take him too far, filling the slack with your hand. you aren't well versed in this but you've wanted to try something. You pull back slightly to allow yourself some reprieve before swallowing. his hips stutter immediately.

you smile the bit you can at his reaction as you suck a bit more before doing it again. he subconsciously grabs the sheets under him. you don't give him a second to think, going almost on autopilot. you pull back for a breath, swirling your tongue around his tip before taking him again. the feeling of him getting closer makes you want to bring him there. the way he had you feeling the past few weeks has been maddening. you remember this, digging the nails of your free hand into the tops of his thigh. he hisses, making a move like he's going to grab your hair but wills his hand right back to gripping the sheets. right when you hear his rushed 'im going to fucking cum' you pull back to just the tip, sucking like a lollipop until you feel the tension reach a peak. as he freezes, you bring your other hand to cup partly over his tip, catching everything he spills out. stroking him through his release gives you a rush. you smile happily at the rush of power that is tingling you all over. reeling in your smile, you sit up to look down at him, getting close to his face again before wiping your cum covered hand down his shirt. 

the moment you get up to leave is almost a win. almost.

but before you can fully crawl off the bed he tugs you back, handling you much like a doll into place between his legs. “where are you going tiny?”

you're lost for words at having lost control over him that quick. he'd admit he was stunned but the sight of you moving to leave knocked his brain back to where it usually was. the robe covering you was barely doing its job anymore but he had no need for it anyway. he opened it quickly with one hand, the other holding you in place by your thigh. your whole front was exposed now as he looked down at you from over your shoulder. you'd almost forgotten his cock was still out until you felt it twitch behind you.

he lets you sit up as slips off the soiled shirt before gently bringing you back to sit against his chest. “you wanted to show off right? so I could see how good you could treat me? how good you could make me cum?” he moves your thighs apart, resting next to his. “be the one in charge even?” one arm comes across your shoulder, almost locking you in place like a thrill ride. “well tiny…” his other laying on your stomach for less than a second before moving to your core. “it's my turn again.”

he smacks your pussy, jolting you in his hold. you hear his chuckle low in your ear.

“I thought this was a relaxing trip for you but instead you started a game you cant finish.” right as he stopped talking his hand slid quickly between your slit. the wetness there made the grin on his face grow. “but don't worry, i can.” he unleashed a speed you hadn't expected as he toyed with your clit. you scream out before trying to silence yourself. he rubbed and pinched, occasionally moving to smack again. the fire in your stomach was growing by the second. his arm holding you released to play with your breasts. his tight hold still keeping you from moving away but fingers playing with your nipples to add to the spreading warmth all over your body.

shamefully, the moment you let go came with two words you don't think he meant to say. “my baby”

the admiring and lustful words flung you over the edge without a parachute. you swore you stopped breathing for a second. when it was finally over you had to seal his hand between your thighs to get him to stop. you hadn't realized you were shaking a bit until he was whispering, “it's alright, you're alright”, while trying to close your robe over your breasts. when your thighs fall open as you exhale, your brain slowly starts working normally again.

you gently remove his hands from you and move off of the bed. you don't see his face of disappointment and confusion as you get up. “i'm good. i just have to leave before i fall into a delusion again. goodnight.”

he’s taken aback as he watches you leave

his sleepless night turns into a contemplative morning before finally going to knock on your door. But as he opens his own he sees yours is wide open, the maid already making your bed.

pt.6 series masterlist

{𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴} .01

you look over to your left: Felix is immediately cuddling himself with a plush in some blankets

to your right: chan is spread starfish making satisfied noises of comfort

"soooo im guessing i was right about the bed?"

"so right" "mhm"

you chuckle, glad the bed was something you all liked. it had taken long enough for you to convince them to buy it. nights of trying to cram into the queen size that originally sat in the room or sadly outcasting one to the couch with rock, paper, scissors or whoever came home last(poor chan, did he even know what a bed felt like anymore)

but now it was here. in all it's glory. your brand new ALASKAN king bed.

"i thought this was a california king?"

felix shook his head. "nah, those are for tall people."

chan gapped with furrowed brows in offense. you shrugged.

"it takes off the width. i thought we could just turn it to the side but then i saw this baby! 9 x 9!!"

"im still gonna call it a california king" chan mumbled from his new place face smushed on the bare mattress in starfish position again

"enough talk its cuddle time!"

at the mention if cuddling felix dove onto you with his giant throw blanket flying like wings. as he made silly noises and hugged you tighter you felt chan roll over to hug you both. yeah, this would work.

you and your alaskan california kings.

11:38pm | nsfw

park seonghwa x f!reader

warnings: dacryphilia, overstimulation, pet names, sub!reader, softdom!hwa

there you were. a whining mess. seonghwa sitting up on the mattress with you sitting between his legs. back pressed against his chest, your legs spread open wide. his fingers were slowly rubbing your clit as he softly kissed your neck. one of your hands was holding his wrist and the other was gripping the sheets. seonghwa slipped two of his fingers inside you, earning a moan from your lips. you felt him smirk against your neck and chuckle softly in your ear.

"such a cutie" he kissed a spot behind your ear. he began pumping his fingers in and out of you, slowly at first. you threw your head back to look up at him behind you. your eyes pleading for him to do more. as the pace quickened you let out another high pitched moan. the sound of his fingers stirring your juices gave the act a dirty feel. and yet the way his other arm was wrapped around you, holding you closely to him gave it a certain intimacy. his hot breath on your neck adding to the sensation.

you felt your climax approaching, "hwa...im close" you whined. "i know angel, i know" he cooed, "cum for me". he felt you clench around his fingers as you reached your orgasm. "mmmfuck.." you moaned. but seonghwa wasn't stopping. he removed his fingers to go back to rubbing at your, now very sensitive bud, "fuck!" you cried. his arm that was wrapped around you was now being used to keep you still.

hot tears began to fill your eyes as you felt your whole body burn with pleasure. your whines and moans turned into soft sobs. "you're so fucking cute...my cute baby crying over my fingers" he marveled at the sight. "seonghwa...it's too much" your voice was weak. while it was too much, you were loving every second of it. as you came for the second time in a row, seonghwa removed his hand from your leaking pussy to hug you tightly.

as you closed your legs and clung onto his arms, he shushed you softly and placed gentle kisses on your neck. "shhh..you're such a good girl" he praised as you wiped the tears from your eyes. "i love you" he whispered in your ear. as you finally began to calm down you uttered a soft, "i love you too" in response.