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yall im in desperate need of help (this is me being dramatic)

sooo on twitter there was this japanese femdom that tied this hot muscular man up w red ropes and was edging the hell outta him w a handjob, he was blindfolded

i wanna find this video sooooo bad but i just cant find it 🥹🥹 does anyone know what video im talking abt 😖

the same creator had another video where she was rubbing this sheer fabric over his dick w hella lube on it

thinking about how there isn't enough on virgin!minho

like things get a little handsy and then you learn how sensitive he is... idk i just love subby whiny min but i haven't seen any inexperienced/virgin minho around :/

Made of Glass

pairing: lee minho x reader

warnings: dom afab reader (no pronouns are mentioned, reader does have a hole but i don't think anything else - besides minho referring to the reader as a goddess once), sub virgin minho, lots of build-up, little bit of a handjob, grinding on his bare dick, penetrative sex ( r receiving, haven't written it in a long time so don't get mad if it's shit😻), fluffy build up (they're in love your honour), he says he hates you a lot (but he doesn't mean it cause we love subby tsundere boys)

word count: erm...about 4.6k

-- MINORS BEGONE --

Minho wasn't ashamed of the fact that he was a virgin.

Untouched and "pure", undirtied by the hands of another some might even say. Specifically you, teasing him with light kisses and gentle touches.

And sure, he'd gotten to 2nd base in a high school relationship and older drunken mishaps but never anything more. Never as so far as to...feel certain things from another person.

Or from himself for that matter.

But no, wasn't ashamed that he was a virgin but he was maybe, perhaps, just a little bit embarrassed.

And he had absolutely zero idea how to breach the topic with you much less approach it.

You, who knew he was a virgin. Always so patient and careful with him.

Obviously, it should be expected that in the heat of the moment you stop when he freezes up or slows when he tenses up. But none of his previous partners had ever treated him so nicely, without getting angry or miffed off after at the very least.

They hadn't kissed his cheeks gently with a smile and conceded into a cuddle after it happened several times. They hadn't wrapped him up in their arms and turned on a movie, or delicately asked to talk about it after the fact.

You did though.

With no questions and no pressuring and no guilt-tripping. No anger.

He loved it. He loved you...as long as that had taken for him to come to terms with, with you and with himself.

He loved you.

And he was ready.

To...to, yeah.

And what better way than to just come out and say it? But that's embarrassing.

"I think I wanna...you know."

"Darling, sorry, can you speak up?" You looked up at him, yawning and setting your phone down on the coffee table.

He flushed and turned away, "um..." and he could feel every ounce of confidence in his body drain out of him like that.

Under your eyes, like this, you so attentive to listen to him. So nice, giving him your whole attention like he was the only thing that mattered.

You patted the couch next to you and he had no choice to sit down, falling into your arms like he was the missing piece to your puzzle.

He was quick to nuzzle his face into your throat, hiding against you. You just made him so nervous. Why did you make him so nervous still? After dating for this long, you shouldn't make him feel this way still.

Fluttery and gooey and nervous.

He'd say he hated it. The way you made his heart flutter...as sappy and love-drunk as that sounded.

He'd say he hated it when your hand cupped his cheek, turning him back to you. But he didn't hate it. Not one bit.

"I love you."

A grin split across your face, lighting up in that way you always did when he said those three words. No matter how many times he's said it, it would still drive you crazy like it was the first.

You giggled and kissed the tip of his nose gently. "Say it again for me darling? Just one more time, please?"

Now you were teasing him. But you couldn't help it. You loved teasing him so much. Loved fluttering kisses over his face and hearing him say those words again and again and again.

You didn't think you could ever get sick of it.

"Fuck you," He groaned but his tone with filled with anything but malice, making you laugh; letting him bury his head into your neck. "Fuck you for being so..."

"So what?" You challenged. "Hmm?"

His voice was muffled against your skin, barely legible, "So...insufferable." But he must like suffering then. "And intolerable." And he must have built up some tolerability, maybe because he was around you so much, indulging in you far too often.

You pulled his body against yours, leaning back to slot his body onto yours.

He was too eager to follow your lead.

To let himself be maneuvered so his hips were pressed against yours and your chest was aligned with his, so softly you moved him, so carefully you treated him.

He could feel your heart beating in time with his, fluttering and quick. He loved the feeling like he loved everything about you.

Fuck you for making him feel like this.

For the butterflies in his stomach. And the flush on his cheeks. And the hard-on between you and him, wishing desperately you wouldn't notice.

But of course you would.

You pulled his face from your neck, hands holding either side of his face, keeping him in place - like he'd want to be anywhere else.

"So I'm insufferable and you're...what?" Your lips pouted and he felt the overwhelming need to kiss them. To kiss you. Hard and fast and the way he needed.

He pretended to think but was only sidetracked by the feeling of your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, tracing his lips and following down to his jawline.

"Mmm, I'm...handsome. And, uh," he let out an embarrassing breathy sigh when you lean in, kissing the corner of his mouth so softly he wouldn't be sure it was there if he hadn't watched you.

"And...?" You prompted, smiling coyly. You knew the effect you had on him.

You peppered kisses over his face, following where you'd touched him with your fingers seconds before. You nipped at his cheek and pulled away before he could properly reply.

"...pretty?" Though the words came out more as a question than anything else. "I mean-"

A giggle escaped your lips, "Hell yeah you are," you brush your nose against his, looking at him in a way so scarily intimate he has to look away first.

"Pretty..." you mutter, sighing. "Y'know, I think I can accept being insufferable and intolerable if you can accept being pretty," you whisper, guiding him back to you with a delicate kiss, finally to his lips. "And handsome," you murmur, smiling against him as he deepens the kiss, hands grasping at the fabric of your shirt.

You pull away with a small teasing smirk, "And beautiful, and gorgeous, and stunnin-mmph!"

His hands fist the fabric, pulling you in before you can continue with your stupid rant. Before you can focus on the way his heart pounds when you add on another praise.

You hum and recede into the motion, allowing him to push his tongue into your mouth, sloppyily, in the way oddly reminiscent of the way horny teenagers kiss.

In a matter of seconds he's turned the kiss from sweet to something not-so-sweet.

Exactly what he wanted, and maybe he wouldn't even need to suffer through the awkwardness of asking.

Everything he put in was returned by you in the tenfold, one hand moving from his cheek to the nape of his neck, the effects making you laugh against his lips. His form shivering into yours, full-bodied and obvious.

"Sensitive?" You pulled away, with a breath, mouth curling up. "It's okay, it's cute-mmph!"

He crashed his lips against yours again, effectively cutting off your words and your thoughts. Even if you continued to play with the nape of his neck, fingers teasing over the spot. The feeling only made him more and more desperate.

But if he was needy, you were nothing but eager to reply, deepening the kiss like you were trying to consume him whole.

"Darling," you mutter, too soft. "Minnie," you groan, holding him to you gently.

But you were too soft, too gentle.

He wanted more, he wanted you.

Unrestrained, doing what you wanted for once, using him like you wanted. Because he wanted it.

Wanted to not be treated like he was a piece of glass, in danger of breaking every moment. He loved how carefully you treated him but now he wanted to be treated rough, he needed to be treated rough.

But he didn't want to say it.

Slowly, he pressed his hips against yours, shuddering at the fizzle of friction sending sparks through his nerves.

"Minho," you sighed, nails scratching against his scalp making him whine. "Darling," with a particularly harsh nip to his lips, almost hard enough to break the skin - that was what he wanted.

A whimper built up in his throat only to be swallowed down. He wasn't that desperate yet. Even if every one of his movements seemed to argue otherwise, finding a clumsy rhythm in grinding against you, replicating and intensifying those sparks.

Building them up to what he hoped was more.

Even if the motions were clumsy and new. Curious but wanting all the same, the way he moved was raw, exploring and ruining. It made his head spin and everything else go foggy.

You dragged your mouth away from his, tugging his head up by his hair to lick your way down his neck.

A lick and an open-mouthed kiss, making him shudder and shake, heat emanating from the areas you touched and the places you pressed together.

Separated by stupid clothes but not enough to stop him.

He must look pathetic the way he thrusts against you, each discordant grind getting more desperate, more sloppy with the skim of your mouth. With the drag of your tongue down his jaw and pulse-point, heart thrumming beneath your lips. With every shockwave of euphoria that tingles down his spine, with every moan and whisper of his name that leaves your lips.

"Minho," "Minnie," "Baby," "Darling,"

His head is too fuzzy to worry about anything else. To think about the needy noises that leave him, he's sure he sounds lewd, and dirty.

From just dry-humping against you.

But it's not enough. He wants you rough and hard and on top of him. Showing him what to do, telling him what to do. To make him feel good, to make you feel good.

He falters imperceptibly. Should he...?

No, he doesn't want to. He can't. Because how is he supposed to ask you to-

He's caught up in his head but his body works on autopilot, reacting to the sensations that are bringing him closer and closer to cumming in his boxers.

Caught up in his thoughts but not so much so that he forgets about you,

and he certainly doesn't miss anything you say, like the words "Such a fucking good boy," nearly growled into his throat, voice husky and ragged as your teeth scrape down his skin.

Good boy?

He freezes. Heat pools deep inside of him, warm and making him painfully, painfully hard. The words push him nearly to the edge, and he can feel himself on the precipice of-

And then he's being shoved back, hard.

Harder than you meant to, but necessary for what you were about to do.

You pant, as does he, both of you flushed and trying to catch the breath stolen from your lungs.

No, no, not when he was finally getting somewhere, not when finally, finally he was getting what he wanted. Not when you were actually unrestrained and-

"I'm sorry."

His gaze snapped to yours.

"What?"

Your lips were red and parted, he was sure his weren't in much better shape. All he wanted to do was kiss them again, and again, and again.

He wants to hear you call him a good boy again.

"I-I'm sorry," you ran your hand through your hair. "I should've...I shouldn't have done that, I'm so sorry Minho." This time you were the one looking away.

"The fuck do you mean?" He snaps. It came out a little harsher than intended, he admits. But really, he was sitting here, horny and pent-up and just wanting to get fucked, and here you were, pushing him away and apologizing?

You blink, slowly, surprised.

And here he is, fuming.

Why won't you just fuck him?

"I'm sorry-" would you just stop saying that? His glare shuts you up. "Um," You only looked confused now, a furrow between your brow.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips. You watch it.

He wishes you'd just make the first move.

Because now he was going to have to say it. Out loud. To you. Not just mumble some nonsense and hope that you'd pick it up.

"I want you." He said simply, inching closer to you.

You nodded but made no move to continue anything. "Okay..." then a sigh. "I'm going to need you to elaborate just a little, Minho."

The flush across his cheeks spreads, down his neck and over his collarbone. Why did you have to look at him like that? Like he was made of glass or something? Like you cared about him so much it made him melt.

Fuck, he loved you.

"Look at me baby." You gently cup his face, turning him to meet your eyes. "You can tell me."

You definitely knew.

He could see it in your eyes, the worry giving way to a teasing look. Now you just wanted to humiliate him huh?

He hated you.

"Shut up."

You smiled, pulling him into your chest again, laying between your legs. Just like you were before. "Well that's not what good boys say, now is it?"

He pulled his face away, burying it into your shoulder to hide from your eyes. "I don't like you." His voice came out muffled into your shirt.

You only scoff out a laugh. "We both know that's not true darling. You love me." Voice dropping to a whisper, you lean into his ear. "Do I make you nervous baby?"

Someone just kill him now.

Put an end to his misery.

"N-no;" his voice still muffled in the fabric of his your shirt. "you're just-"

"Just what?" You challenge, fingers teasing into his hair, the way you know he likes it. "You're a big boy, you can use your words, can't you?"

He shudders and swears he can hear your smirk. "I...- fuck you."

You tug on his hair, making him face you. You swear he has a eye-contact problem. Or maybe he just gets too nervous looking you in the eye.

Either way, he's too adorable not to coo at.

"I was imagining this the either way around, but whatever rocks your boat~" you purr. "All you have to do is tell me what you want."

His hips jolt against yours, heat filling his body. As soon as he does though, your free hand stills his hips, fingertips teasing under the hem of his shirt while you look at him expectantly.

He wants to hide again, but you hold him in place. Pinning him against you, not letting him look away, not letting him move.

He wants you so bad.

"Touch me..." He mutters, and your hand slides just a bit higher on his abdomen, your thighs squeezing just a bit tighter around his hips.

It's over for him. He knows as soon as your lips turn up just a bit more into a coy smile. "Where?"

When he doesn't reply soon enough you skim your hand up and over his ribcage. Breathing growing heavy as your other leaves his hair, trailing down his neck and over his shoulder, slipping just beneath the collar of his shirt.

"Here?"

Such a simple touch makes him feel hot.

"Or here?"

Slowly, your hand under his shirt makes its path towards his chest.

He gasps lightly when your fingers tweak over his nipple, delighting in the way he quivers, rutting against you. You click your tongue at him. "You know, I really can't do anything to you until you tell me what you really want." Lips ghost over his ear, nipping lightly at the shell. "Too bad, really. I could take such good care of a cute little virgin like you~"

His voice cracks under the weight of your touch; trying to clear his throat while biting back a moan. "I'm not cute-"

You cut him off with a kiss, tentatively, like you hadn't stolen his breath with a kiss only minutes ago. Like you're afraid to break him.

But he wants you to break him.

The kiss is too short for his taste but it effectively cuts off his thought process, making him nearly dumb against you. Not dumb enough to not catch the smile against his skin, "I'm not cute." But he sounds so cute. It only makes the smile widen, turning your attention to trail kisses down his neck, murmuring between each press of your lips.

"Yes you are." Kiss.

And for some reason, he can't argue.

"Remember?" Kiss.

"I'm...what was it?" Smile, kiss, lick.

"Intolerable?" A pause, but only for a second, taking the moment to drag your tongue across his throat.

"And you're cute," Stopping to suck on the spot where his pulse thrums, feeling his heart beat under your lips.

"And pretty..." Kissing, once again, over the pretty mark you've left on his pale skin.

"And beautiful...and stunning...and..." you pull away, looking to see his eyes hooded and pupils blown. "...not getting anything more until you can tell me what exactly you want here."

You pinch his nipple one more time before pulling away, leaving him cold, whining, grinding desperately between your legs.

He's hard enough, you wonder if he would've cum in his pants if you hadn't stopped.

"I..." he starts and you wait patiently for him to continue. If you've learned anything about Minho, it's that he's nothing if not embarrassed to voice his wants. Especially the ones like this.

You remember how he blushed and couldn't stop wringing his hands when you worked him up to ask to kiss you for the first time.

The way he couldn't look you in the eye, focusing anywhere else.

But he knows by now, you're nothing if not a tease, willing to play the long game to get him to tell you what he wants.

Fuck you.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

He's so hard though, it hurts. And his skin nearly burns with the need to be touched, to feel you on him again. And all he wants to do is let you have your way with him.

Something that won't happen until he tells you.

"Please," he whines. Though he knows it's not enough. He just wants you. "Please?" On him, touching him, teasing him, kissing him, consuming him. "I need it." pressing a sloppy kiss to your collarbones. "Just fuck me, I want you so, so bad." He pants, hands tugging at the hem of your shirt. "Wanted you so bad, for forever now."

God, you can't wait to fuck him.

A grin blooms across your face, one that he can barely process. "Thought you'd never ask baby."

Not before you're pushing him onto his back, onto the soft cushions of the couch, switching your positions before crawling on top of him.

"M' gonna make you see stars baby." You purr, and he can do nothing else but nod dumbly, looking up at you with wide eyes like you're something of a goddess on top of him.

And you will make him see stars. Not yet anyway.

His vision goes hazy though as your hands quickly move to pull his shirt over his head, leaning down to kiss him again.

Deep and hard, filled with promises and care.

You lace your fingers with his against the couch cushions as you kiss down his jaw and down his neck and his chest and-

He gasps when you lick over his nipple, wrapping your lips around one to suck on it lightly.

Your tongue swirls around it, free hand tweaking at the other, making sure not to ignore it.

His cock is so hard, he can feel it throbbing in his sweats. He's sure he's already leaked through his underwear.

He swears he could cum from this alone.

"Don't!" He gasps and you pull away quickly, concern etched across your brow before you see his face clouded with pleasure, mouth hung open to let out breathy moans. "Please don't." He squeezes your hand in his. "I'll cum if you keep doing that."

You melt, filled with the overwhelming need to make him cum by just playing with his nipples. How cute he'd look from having his tits played with.

"So sensitive, aren't you?" You coo.

Maybe another day though. Right now, you'll give him what he wants. What he's wanted for 'forever'.

"Shut up," he scowls though it's quickly wiped away when you pinch his nipple one more time, making him gasp.

Finally, you glance down at his sweats, tenting with his boner. "Well someone's excited for me." Seeing you stare at his crotch makes him excited. His already hard cock twitching in his pants. "You're so sensitive for me, aren't you, Min?"

He hates you so much, covering his face with the back of his arm. The fact that you're only telling the truth makes him want to hide his face into your chest again.

But you're too far away, and too focused on watching his boner through his pants, fascinated by how hard you've made him with so little.

"Please," he whispers, but the way you watch him, eyes full of hunger makes him throb even more.

Somehow, he gets a kick out of you just watching him, softly moaning at his eagerness, as he lets out a hushed whisper, "Please. Please y/n, don't tease me like this. I'm already horny." His legs spread open shamelessly.

"Awe, why? Can you not handle it?" You look up at him, at his blushing face and his needy eyes. You wanna kiss him so bad.

And so you do, getting close to his lips, your warm breath tickling him. Your hand runs over his clothed cock, teasing your nails gently over the head of his dick. His eyes widen as you begin to touch him over the fabric.

But your lips quickly silence him as you kiss him again. He moans into it, the feeling of your hand on his cock, stroking him lightly and your lips on his.

Your tongue pushes through his lips as you stroke him a few more times, squeezing him lightly in a way that has his back arching off the bed, pushing into your hand even more.

Panting, you pull back a little. "Such a good boy for me, Minnie." Before you're pinning his hips to the couch and looking at him one more time for conformation.

Then you pull his sweats and boxers down in one swift movement.

And then he does see stars as you slide yourself over his hips, grinding against his bare cock.

He thinks he tells you he loves you, that he worships you, that he adores you more than anyone on this planet. He thinks his hand squeezes yours so hard that you bring it to your lips, kissing his hand and telling him to relax. He thinks you grind against him slow and gingerly, watching to see his reactions.

Like he'd ever tell you to stop.

He'd rather die.

Shoot him in the head if he ever tell you to stop, because it sure as hell isn't him.

Again, he thinks. But he isn't sure. He isn't sure of anything really right now.

His head is a mess of sensations and feelings, whines pouring from his mouth until you kiss him again and again and again.

Whispering that he's a good boy.

He's going to cum, he's going to cum.

Stars explode behind his eyes as they roll back and he isn't even inside of you yet.

And then you stop.

And he thinks tears might be rolling down his cheeks. He needs you, he needs you so fucking bad.

"Please, please, please." He pants, trying to roll his hips up against you, failing to find any contact as you sit back on your haunches, just out of his reach. "Need you," he gasps. "Need you so bad!"

You push sweaty hair out of his face, kissing the back of his hand one more time before you pull away entirely. He whimpers and you coo. "Be patient baby, just need to do something."

He watches blearily as you pull off your shorts and tries to calm his racing heart and heavy breaths as you roll a condom over his length.

"One more minute baby," you hush as you kiss him. "Are you ready?"

He nods desperately, of course he is. He's waiting for this for so long. He's wanted you for so long. He's going to go insane if you don't-

He gasps.

You groan as you slide down his length, slowly burying him inside of you until he bottoms out.

If he though grinding was intense, this was like nothing he could've ever imagined. His mouth gapes open, an endless stream of whiney moans and needy whimpers flooding into the room, feeding into you as you lift up and sink onto his again, groans of your own mixing with his.

He can't think anymore - he doesn't want to. He only wants to fall into the feeling of your walls squeezing around his dick, warm and wet as you ride him and the feeling of your hand once again finding his.

Whispering into his ear that you love him so much as you turn his head into mush

"I…I can-" Minho tries his best to talk, to tell you how good he feels. He really does, but whenever the thought comes to mind, it just gets cut off with the liquid heat coursing through his veins.

By the intense feeling of everything that is you.

He's an idiot for not asking you to fuck him sooner.

"Yeah, baby?" You chuckle breathlessly when he fails to complete his sentence. "You feel yourself inside?" You bring your interlaced fingers to your lower abdomen, "You feel it?"

All he can do is respond with a loud sob as he nods his head to your question, hips bucking up into you, desperate to chase the high quickly approaching ever since you've touched him.

He's not going to last much longer.

"You fit so well inside me," you murmur.

He's going to cum. Of this, he's sure.

"Please!' He hiccups, but he's not sure what he's pleading for. "P-please!" For more? For less? For something - anything to stave off the inevitable, he doesn't want this to end. He doesn't want it to ever end.

You kiss his forehead, his cheeks, his jaw. You flutter kisses over his face, so softly compared to how you're fucking him into the couch so roughly.

"I love you, Minho."

"I love you so much!" He pants and squeezes your hand, his other grabbing onto the nape of your neck as he shoves your lips against his.

He's fucking beautiful, you think. Cute and pretty and beautiful, under you, falling apart.

It's the most gorgeous sight you've ever seen, and he's whining your own name against you lips, pleading between sloppy kisses for you to let him cum, to let him cum for you. 

You show your approval with a collision of lips and teeth and tongue as he tips over the edge and you follow suit. He sobs as he cums, shivering violently as waves of pleasure roll over his body, his back lifting into an arch, pushing himself deep into you with a followed whine.

Each moan and whine are muffled by your tongue pushing into his mouth but his hips still grind as he pushes himself into overstimulation, whining until you have mind enough to still his hips.

For a moment, the two of you are silent, chests heaving, both catching your breath as you pull away, looking at him.

"Minho?" His eyes are shut and his cheeks are painted red. "You okay baby?"

He murmurs something you don't catch, but you don't tease as you push the hair out of his face, sweat-soaked and tired, kissing his forehead once.

You make a move to get up off of him but he only wraps his arms around you, holding you in place. "Don't leave," he whispers, looking up at you with tired eyes. "Just stay, please. For a little bit?"

His sleepy eyes make your heart skip a beat. "Who are you and where's my Minho?" You tease softly, but give in nonetheless.

"Fuck you." But his tone is with filled with anything but malice, as he nuzzles into you like a happy cat.

"I just did." You giggle.

"I love you so much." He mutters, kissing your shoulder. "I love you so fucking much."

"And I love you too."

a/n: I did it ^-^, who's proud of me!! also haven't written reader being penetrated in a looooong time, so if it's shit, oh well :p

pls leave feedback, i need motivation to finish my other teaser fics😭

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and male reader member too...

His bed hasn't looked comfier than it did after a day with barely any breaks but he didn't want to stop, so instead of falling onto his bed, he sits at his desk.

Opening his laptop, the blinding light stings his eyes as he starts working again. Nothing exact, jumping from project to project but eventually, about an hour later, his focus is broken by a knock at his door and it opening a moment later.

"Chan, why you still up?" "O-oh, I...editing." He answered honestly as his manager, Mn, sighed and gave him a soft smile. "Don't stay up much longer." "I won't, Mn-nim"

When he left, Chan sighs and closes his laptop, the thought of the familiar comfort of his bed extremely tempting as he changed out of his clothes and got in bed, his soft comforter was warm and comfortable, surprisingly lulling him to sleep quickly.

"Good boy, Channie, that's it."

His body ran warm, squirming around his bed as he pants and whines, his blankets eventually end up off his body. Only being half awake, he didn't realize he had rolled onto his stomach and started grinding into the mattress, his noises completely ignored by himself. They were quiet, but someone in the living room heard.

Mn didn't mean to fall asleep at the boys dorm, he does have his own place but he only meant to stay an hour extra to make sure Jisung was okay since he had a cold. Mn sat up on the couch, leaning on his elbow as he tries to gauge if the noise he heard was worth checking or one of the boys was just using the bathroom. His tie askew and shirt unbuttoned at the first button, his hair ruffed up even more as he dragged his hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes to wake up a bit more.

When he heard a faint whine and cry, he sat up and made his way to the bedrooms, catching the sound from Chan's room. He must be having a nightmare, poor guy Mn thought as he cracked the door open, seeing Chan with his blankets thrown about and crying, nothing else, but when he stepped further in he heard Chan whimper his name followed by a moan, Shit was Mn's first thought as he flushed and turned around but he stopped. He felt wrong standing there, listening to his whimpers but Chan almost sounded in pain, desperate.

Mn sighs again, taking a deep breath before willing himself to ignore the noises and wake Chan up. He's their manager and he's always there to help, would it be wrong to...help Chan?

It took a simple shake of his shoulder and the male woke up, gasping softly before he shot up and over to the other side of his bed as he pulled his blanket over him. "Hey, Chan, it's okay. Just me." "What-" Chan flushed and was suddenly aware of his soiled boxers and his painful hard on. "U-Um, W-What are you still doing here?" "Was making sure Jisung was okay but I ended up falling asleep on the couch. You...You sounded like you were having a nightmare, you okay?" Mn knew better but he didn't want to further embarrass the male. "Y-yeah, I'm fine."

Mn thought to just walk out and let Chan be but Chan sounded like he really needed this release. "Chan, outside of idol necessities, I help you and the boys whenever I can." He sat down on the edge of the bed, still leaving space between him and the other. "I know you weren't having a nightmare." "Mn-nim, I-I'm sorry, I-I know it's wrong-" "Hush, I was gonna offer to help you relax." "Y-you...r-really?" "Yeah. I'll go at your pace and whenever you say stop, I'll stop. No matter what."

Chan was desperate and honestly, he thought his manager was hot, like how is he a manager and not an idol or model?

He slides closer to Mn slowly. "Help me, sir, please." Mn nods, raising a hand to place it on the side of Chan's face and pull him closer, leaning in and placing his lips on Chan's plump ones. It was experimental, soft and gentle before Chan leaned forward more, the kiss becoming firmer as Chan's left hand reached out and gripped Mn's dress shirt.

Mn noticed Chan trying to get closer and moved his hand on Chan's face to his thigh, gripping it as he pulls it to have Chan straddle him, his other hand moving to the males other thigh as he draped his arms over Mn's shoulders. Mn slid his hands up Chan's thighs and held his hips, guiding him through a gentle rhythm over his lap and helping him grind down onto his lap.

"S-Sir, I-I need more, please. Please..." Chan said softly when he pulled back, panting over Mn's lips. "No need to beg, Channie, I'll give you more." He moved to put Chan on his back before settling between his legs, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt before taking off his tie and throwing it aside before going to remove his pants and shirt but Chan stopped him. "C-Can you keep this on for a little while?" Mn smiled. "Yeah." He answered before leaning down a capturing the males lips in a firm kiss again.

His right hand glides down his body, teasing his nipple before sliding further down, his touch leaving behind goosebumps with how light it is before the hand lightly strokes Chan through his boxers, causing him to moan into the kiss letting Mn slip his tongue past his lips, licking into his mouth and drawing more addictive noises from Chan, he wants to hear them out loud. Maybe another day, but he won't keep his hopes up.

His finger slips past Chan's waist band, tugging at it before pulling away from Chan to sit back. "Be quiet now." Chan nods with a whine as Mn lifts his hips up to pull his boxers down and off to toss them away, his following shortly after. "Please, I-I want to feel full, sir, please, it hurts." Chan pleads quietly as he reaches out for Mn. "Chan, I'm gonna have to stretch you first." "No, please, it hurts." Chan's dick was heavily leaking precum, the tip angry as it twitched on his stomach.

"Channie wants to cum?" "Yes, please, Sir. Hurts so much, I wanna cum." "But it'll hurt more it if I don't, baby. Just a little?" Chan whines, throwing his head back as he squirms under Mn. "Channie, be good will you? The faster I stretch you, the faster I can fuck you." The moan Chan was quick to muffle outdid any porn moan, the rest of it muffled into the back of his hand. "Like that, huh? Wanna be a good boy?" Chan nods with teary eyes as Mn's hand moved to Chan's mouth, replacing Chan's palm with his fingers.

"You're such a good boy, Channie. Always looking out for the boys and being the best leader ever, I'm honestly so proud of you, Channie, so proud." Chan keens at the praise, hips bucking up to find friction. "Settle, baby." Mn uses his left hand to hold Chan's hips down as he pulls his fingers from his mouth. His hand moves to Chan's hole, teasing it with his middle finger before pressing gently, soon enough being able to push his other finger in, scissoring Chan's hole gently while kissing along his neck.

"S-Sir, please..." Chan whispered desperately, hands gripping Mn's bicep and the pillow below his head. "Okay, Okay." He slowly pulled his fingers out, moving to stroke himself a little to use his own precum and remaining saliva over his cock before pressing his tip against his hole. "S-sir, k-kiss..." "hm, loud one, aren't you?" Mn teased before leaning down and kissing Chan deeply as he pushed into Chan. Immediately pulling a long moan out of Chan which Mn swallowed greedily, although he'd like to hear Chan's noises, he still accepted the muffled noises as he groans roughly into Chan's mouth in return at the male's tightness. Pulling back slightly, Chan's moans escape and Mn shushes him. "Channie, baby, need you to relax. You're a bit too tight to keep going, precious."

He leans his head back with a soft mewl as he tries to relax. The gentle stretch was intoxicating and he wanted more, breathing slowly and focusing on Mn kissing down his neck again and Mn gently squeezing and massaging his hips and waist. "That's it, Channie, thats it. You feel so good, so warm." Eventually, Mn was fully inside Chan, letting him adjust and coaxing him to slow his breathing. "Chan, slow down, I'm here, it's okay." Mn hovers over Chan, his left hand next to Chan's head as the other gently brushed through his hair, moving sweaty strands from his forehead before his hand rests on the side of Chan's face and his thumb rubs over his cheek.

"M-Move, Please, M-more..." Mn gently pulls back until just the tip is in Chan before thrusting back in, starting a slow pace. Mn grips Chan's thigh, squeezing it before moving it up to Chan's chest and doing the same to the other. The new angle let Mn fuck deeper into Chan as he leaned down to silence Chan with a firm kiss.

Mn pulled back and looked down to where he's connected to Chan, a breathy moan falling from his lip when Chan squeezes around him. He slows down, stopping when he's fully buried in Chan. "Fuck, you feel so good, Channie. So fucking good." "Please move again, please." Mn did so, leaning back down to kiss Chan again before he thrusted into Chan quickly, hitting his prostate constantly and pushing Chan further to the edge.

"S-sir, g-gonna...hng~ Please don't stop, g-gonna c-cum." "I won't stop, baby, don't worry." Mn reaches down and strokes Chan at the same pace as his thrusts. "Mn, c-cumming, ah!" A silent moan and Chan cums on Mn's hand and his own stomach. "Good boy, there you go~" Mn went to pull out when Chan gripped the collar of his shirt to pull him down. "Y-You have to cum. K-Keep going." "Chan-" "Please, I-I wanna feel full." "Want me to cum inside, huh? Wanna feel my cum fill your hole?" "Y-Yes, please." Mn began fucking into Chan again, overstimulating him but Chan loved the feeling, kissing Mn and clenching around him, wanting to push Mn over the edge. "Fuck, keep squeezing around me like that and I'll cum." "That's what I want, sir."

With another squeeze and a deep thrust, Mn fills Chan, coating his walls with small thrusts as he leans back, watching his cock sink impossibly further into Chan before he slowly pulls out, pumping himself a few time causing a few spurts of cum to coat his ass as the majority of his cum drips out of Chan's hole. He uses his thumb to scoop some cum up before inserting it into the tight ring, Chan jolting at the feeling and releasing a soft moan.

Mn snaps out of his daze and looks up to Chan's reddened face. "Will you let me go get a cleaning rag?" Mn asked, gesturing to Chan's legs wrapped around his waist. "No..." He said quietly before letting him go.

Mn stood, removing his shirt and blindly searching for his boxers before tiptoeing out of the room to the bathroom to get a warm rag. He cleans himself before heading back to the room only to be met with Hyunjin. "Mn-nim? Why are you still here?" He mutters sleepily, rubbing some sleep out of his eyes. "Um, was making sure Jisung was okay and I dozed off on the couch." "Why are you only in boxers?" "I-I only sleep with boxers?" "Whatever, I'm too tired and just need to pee." Hyunjin walked past him and into the bathroom as Mn exhales and walks back to Chan's room.

He crawled back into Chan's bed, gently cleaning him up before grabbing his boxers and sliding them back onto him. He covers him up, straightening the blanket out at the same time before leaning down and kissing his forehead before moving to collect his own clothes and go home before Chan grabbed his wrist. "Please stay, sir." Mn contemplates for a moment before sliding next to Chan under his blankets. Chan clung to Mn, burying his face into his neck and wrapping his arms around Mn's waist as Mn wrapped an arm around Chan's shoulders and waist.

A few minutes later, Chan's door opens and Mn turns his head to see who it was, Chan passed out already. "Mn-nim, if theres a next time, try a little harder to be quiet." Hyunjin whispers into the darkness before retreating and closing the door. Mn sighs with a smile before turning his head back to lay on the pillow, following Chan into the world of slumber shortly after.

Comments and feedback are appreciated, I hope you like this little blurb I thought of.

Need more dom reader content, I swear. 😪

(Please don't feel obligated to write)

i want bbg seungmin

Seungmin is always baby girl, bro

ALWAYS

I've already told you about my image of Seungmin in a pretty blue mini skirt. 😞🤭

So sensitive that they riled up from the smallest touches. 😫

So sensitive, they cum from you just touching their g-spot.

SO SENSITIVE THEY CUM FROM YOUR WORDS.

Reactive,vocal,squirmy, and whimpery is my type

Vibrators:

A vibrator on their tip, the vibrations running down their cock.

Vibrators on their pretty nipples, nowhere else. They beg to be touched more. 😔

Vibrator in their ass right against their prostate. They feel so full, and the pleasure is so overwhelming, but so good.

Bonus:

I LOVE CUMMING IN PANTS

You guys decided to have a lovely walk, it's so pretty today. You put your hand in your pocket and feel the remote. You press once. They instantly stiffen up next to you, stopping in their tracks. They look at you with the most pretty pleading eyes. Not wanting anybody who could walk by hear, at least that's what they tell you.

(That's all I have at the moment, I know I suck 😕)

Does anybody have binchan fic recs? Specifically, dom reader + binchan poly fics. They don't have to be sexual.

If not, no worries. I hope you all have a good day :)

be humble

Tw: Fucking in public, creampie, female pronoun reader, sub! Hyunjin, whiney hyunjin, mentions of the other members knowing what they are doing 💀, mommy/Noona/misstres kink, Hyunjin being a shameless whore

Note: English is not my first language so forgive me if there are spelling errors!!! ☹️

It all started as a flirt, it was just a couple kissing and you supporting Hyunjin on the tour bus since of course your cute boyfriend couldn't think of anything else other than to take you to be Emotional support, hyunjin's hands were sweaty and his glasses were foggy.

Wow, you didn't even touch him well and he was already moaning in the kiss, the tongues went back and forth in a careless kiss, poor whoever saw them, the shock and surprise would take him to the grave But even with all the kisses in the world you didn't know how to calm Hyunjin down and even worse now that he was desperate for you "H-honey...please, I need it so much" He said almost in a pathetic gasp, he attached his crotch to your thigh trying to create friction on his hard cock.

"poor baby, you look so pathetic...you get horny for some kisses" Your tone was cruel and he knew it was true so in desperation he lunged at you, kissing you more furiously Making the task of breathing very complicated, after the intense exchange of saliva hyunjin began to beg "Please mommy! I been good all week, I haven't flirted with other girls, I haven't touched my cock, it's only yours" He said as he brought your hand closer to his rock hard cock, in the end you gave it a squeeze making Hyunjin let out a very lascivious moan, "Mommy! Please do it again..." He screamed while he insinuated himself

"nuh-uh, poor baby who really thinks Let me touch it" Hyunjin's face was devastated by your words, he clung to your arms, hands and even tried to rub against your thigh But you looked at him dirty and he knew he had to stop. Didn't it make it better seeing Jeongin and Han go back to where you were and you talking to them like it was nothing He exaggeratedly began to grab your arm like a baby Whispering the most perverted things anyone can think of "Mommy, tell them to go away and that we're busy...no kidding, We'll be having sex the whole way!' Or maybe whispering to you how hard it is "Come on mommy...I know you want it inside you too, mommy come on it's very hard and dripping just for you" After a while you stopped talking to the boys and in a change of position you had Hyunjin below you "You want to be a dirty whore, huh? Well, I guess you can handle being inside me but you can't cum." You said as you pulled out your soaked panties, the sight making Hyunjin's mouth water and just like you said Hyunjin entered inside you, letting out a moan that you had to silence.

The moans that Hyunjin let out while he fucked you were pornographic, but he tried to make them quieter, in any case you didn't help either by whispering things in his ear He was trying to be good and not cum but your pussy was practically absorbing him and squeezing him without letting go, it was the best thing that could have happened to him while he was on the bus, it wasn't going to last "Mommy, I'm going to cum!" He groaned, making Han Jisung turn around in the direction of the two of you Hyunjin's face was a fucked up expression, his eyes rolling back in his head as saliva and tears came out along with an obscene amount of moans The surprise was so much that he wished he had headphones like Seungmin, Hyunjin with one last thrust released all his load inside you

"I don't know what I expected from you, you dirty whore...but look now you have someone else to play with" You said while looking at han jisung.

WAHHH THIS IS MY FIRST "FANFIC"

experiment failed...? - han jisung

characters: sub! jisung x dom! monster and reader

cw: dubcon, monsterfucking/plantfucking, reader gets kinda cucked by a giant flower?, humiliation, exhibitonism, voyeurism, tense atmosphere sometimes, double penetration, almost mind-break, aphrodisiac, sounding, tickling, masochism, insane amount of the use tendril vine or appendage sorriez

a/n: enjoy this fic, shoutout to my first beta reader, and my oomfs who make a littol appearances<3, how tf is this ca. 6300 words

Safety in the lab is extremely important. If you are ever unsure about something, check twice and then once more. If you are able, take notes. Observe carefully and pay attention.

Those are just a few of the many things you were taught even before the day you set foot into a botany lab. it was practically drilled into your head by your supervisors, lab partners, and anyone that took a chemistry class in school. 

What you weren't taught, however, is how to react in this situation.

how to respond when you and your coworker Mr Han were staying late in the lab working overtime and observing the newest addition to your team. laughing at his silly jokes in your office, he had brought a warm drink to your desk, trying to find a place to set it down between all the open folders, papers, and sticky notes strewn across the wide area. He places it somewhere after plucking away a few pencils and an already empty bottle. After having a short, polite chat, you set down the mug and told him to get ready. 

You grab onto the most important things with haste. Patting yourself down you check if you have everything before nodding to yourself. Mr. Han giggles softly to himself, watching you out of the corner of his eyes, finding your little gestures very adorable. Since his hands are full he pushes the door out of the office open with his right shoulder. Keeping it open for you with his foot, he shuffles a bit to the side and lets you pass through. 

Heels clicking against the floor, you make your way towards the big domelike building. Mr Han carries a few dead mice, and jokingly keeps them at an arm's length, grinning at the way you return a tired laugh. Smiling proudly to himself he nearly walks into a big glass door, only stopped by your arm on his stomach. He turns his head towards you with comically widened eyes. You just lift an eyebrow and eye him from the side. 

You lean forward and hold up your badge to the numeric keypad. It blinks, red, red and finally green. Since he doesn’t want to watch you punch in your personal code, he politely averts his gaze. And his gaze wanders outside the big windows. They hang from the ceiling all the way down to the floor, letting him see the dimly lit dome from the outside. It’s a breathtaking sight… if only he wasn’t working at fuck o’clock in the morning, tired eyes blinking once, twice, before settling back on you. Standing in the doorway, you squint at him, almost eyeing him suspiciously. He hurries past you, clutching the mice in his arms. 

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” You stroll up to him, observing his tired eyes from the side. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be? I’ve only had about 3 hours of rest these past few days…” He sighs, you guess in a comical way. However, you aren’t too sure. But before you can answer back he continues. 

“But since it’s my favorite coworker I’ll get to do it with, I am more than ready.” He whips his head towards you with another heart shaped grin. His smile shines so brightly you need to look away. You’ve told him this before (during another late night shift) so he knows you aren’t being mean when you turn away so he babbles on. 

“I’ll gladly become the helping factor in your breakthrough Ms Flower Whisperer!” He exclaims, puffing out his chest and marching forward, still trying to make you laugh. 

You just shake your head and try to keep up with his faster pace.

Stepping onto the overpass, you take a deep breath, and go up to lean against the railing. You are greeted by “J-1” in all of its entirety. According to your project leader this species seems to be some sort of mixture between Platycodon grandifloras also known as the Balloon Flower and some sort of Ipomoea turbinata also known as Moonflower. What bothers you the most is its behavior. You know your grimey project leader is hiding something from you. 

Lost in your thoughts you watch the closed flower, its petals brought close to the center, shielding the inside from view. So far not many employees have seen the J-1 open. It’s a shame really, you were told the colors were magnificent. 

With a determined huff you turn towards your partner. The two of you are ready to toss your new subject some snacks. While you were thinking and Mr Han patiently waiting for your input, a few vines creeped up to the overpass. They slowly wrap themselves around the steel bars, growing themselves in between the screws, bolts or nuts. They keep growing until the pressure is too much, blowing off the support for the overpass. 

No one ever prepared you for the day your Project J-1 Plantae would somehow snake its way up to the overpass and try to get its viewers down. 

your stomach drops and the next thing you know you're crashing into the giant leaves underneath. clipboards, mice, and tablets coming down with you. Both yours and Mr Han's shrill screams fill up the empty laboratory.

The fall knocks the air out of your lungs. the world spins as you try to come back to. your ears ring and your vision is blurry. you gasp for air. you try to understand what just occurred. 

you were just dropped into J-1's cage, with no one around but your coworker. 

The silence is eerie. 

you're almost scared to move, eyes slowly moving towards the big purple flower in the middle of the laboratory. your breath gets caught in your throat. The flower has opened up fully. Choked up by its beauty, just like you were warned about, you can’t speak nor think right now. 

you try to shuffle back slowly, and your hand props onto something cold, pain shooting through your palm to your upper arm and making you flinch. you tear your gaze from J-1 and onto the broken tablet underneath your palm.

oh.

oh no.

the company tablet would have had the function to alert your headquarters. the application was installed into every tablet that was handed out. Now it's broken. and you're trapped with Han Jisung of all people and a giant plant that you haven't done enough research on.

a nearby gasp and rustling of leaves snap your attention towards Mr Han, getting up from a nearby bush and dusting off his dirtied lab coat. his broken glasses sit crooked. looks like his fall wasn't any easier. He looks around the room, finding your gaze and he staggers over to you.

The concerned look on his face is almost endearing if you weren't so terrified of being trapped right now. He reaches you and his knees give out from under him, making him trip right into your arms. but the scene is far from romantic.

"Are you okay Ms-"

"Mr Han, don't move."  you peer past his face and onto the vines from J-1 making their way toward his ankles, and you slap your hand over his mouth.

"Wha-" His widened eyes stare directly into yours, not daring to look back when he notices your grim look.

Please let it just feel around and then leave us alone. You take note of the way the leaves of the vine almost pats the ground and feels around for something. Is it looking for us?

J-1: Its vine is a flexible, mobile, and elongated organ. Most forms of vines are used for grasping and feeding. Many are sensory organs, variously receptive to touch, vision, or to the smell or taste of particular foods or threats. Some kinds of vines have both sensory and manipulatory functions.

It definitely is. 

as soon as it takes note of his patent shoes it snakes its way further and wraps around his ankles. Confused by the feeling of “his” vines writhing against your pants, you realize too late that a second pair of vines have wrapped themselves around your own ankles. You lock eyes with him again. twisting your body you turn towards your fallen items, accidentally knocking off his broken glasses in the process. you dig your fingers into whatever is in reach, before the vines drag the two of you through the mud.

Moss, grass and dirt drag themselves against you as you hold on tight to the items in your arms. nearly dropping them when you hit your elbow on a bigger rock in the ground. hissing in pain as you get lifted through the air and towards the center of the giant purple flower. Its petals take up nearly half the room. It's even more fascinating up close. Despite your astonished and admiring gaze, the vines bring you closer to the center and drop you unceremoniously onto its giant petals.

lifting yourself from the floor you whip your head around and watch the way your flailing partner gets lifted further into the center. wriggling almost comically, he calls out your name and tries to extend his arms out to you. but he's dropped right near the pistil, bumping against the stamen and making pollen shoot out and slowly rain back down on the both of you. It's a surprisingly pleasant fragrance. 

After dusting off some of the residue you crawl closer to the edge on all fours, peering down into the drop and to where he sat, near the ovary. you almost burst out laughing at the sight of him, peering up at you with a dumbfounded look and wide eyes, covered in pollen. after spotting you, also covered in it, he gently calls out to you. 

“Ms Y/N are you alright, are you hurt?” He runs a hand through his hair and looks at it in disgust when he finds more of the foreign substance on his palm and fingers. 

“I’m alright! … it seems our plant friend has taken more of a liking to me than you it seems. Are you hurt?” You look back at the clipboard, pen and cage of mice you took with you. Silently cursing yourself out for not grabbing the tablet in the heat of the moment. 

He smiles up at you after hearing your response. Somehow he feels relieved that he isn’t going through this alone. “I’m alright, besides being covered in things that literally produce sperm cells… I’m fine.” He scoffs but somehow finds it in himself to grin up at you when you burst out laughing at his remark, slapping a hand over your mouth so cutely. Her laughter is so adorable…

However, your shared moment of joy is short lived. Because while Jisung is looking at your smiling face, he notices two tendrils lift behind you, stretching upwards and curling towards you. After a gasp and his eyes widening once again, he nearly jumps and points behind you, stuttering and spluttering something along the lines of “behind you.” You whip your head around. 

You’re face to face with a tendril… and it curls… and uncurls itself right in your face? 

What is it doing? You break your eyes away and onto the cage, that’s just out of reach. After the tendril curls itself again you try to stretch your arm towards the cage, straining while trying to keep eye contact with… with the tendril. The cogs in your head are turning faster and faster, trying to somehow handle this situation. Some kind of pet owner instinct taking over and gently talking to the plant, almost as if talking to your kitties at home. Putting on your best smile and high pitched voice. 

“Oh hi! … don’t worry, we are not here to hurt you! You’re a nice plant, right? Riiight?” you baby talk, cringing inwardly at the embarrassing situation. But the tendrils seem to like it. uncurling themselves once again and softly swinging around… they seem relaxed.

Jisung looks helplessly at the situation, genuinely admiring your quick thinking and hoping it’ll work. 

While the plant in front of you seems relaxed you quietly drag the cage of dead mice towards you, careful not to somehow startle… it. Hesitating for a second you debate grabbing the mice with your bare hands but quickly decide that absolutely under no circumstance, will you do that. Looking around you haven’t got anything better though, so you gently shrug off your dirty and torn lab coat. Trying to rip a stripe of the cotton while not looking directly at the fabric in your shaky hands is more difficult than imagined.

Once you managed to rip a piece of fabric you open the cage and reach inside, trying to grab a mouse with the cotton scrap in your hand. 

Jisung watches in amazement as the tendrils seem to circle you, to see what you’re doing. Is it curious or cautious? He can’t tell. He wishes he could record this confusing yet phenomenal moment somehow, wanting to look at the materials later and take some notes. 

You open your palm, presenting the mouse to the tendrils and one curls itself around the carcass. While lifting it away to a vine hanging even higher over your head, silently watching, the other tendril curls itself against your cheek. You gasp, as the sensation feels ticklish on your skin. However, after realizing the tendril isn’t trying to harm you in any way your giggles fill the tense silence in the laboratory now. 

When the other tendril returns, vine in tow more and more vines inch closer to where you are sitting, slithering along and coming to a halt in front of you. When the tips of these tentacle-like beings lower themselves to the ground, you do the same and bow a little. You hope to show your new friends that you are to be trusted. A tendril curls itself into your hair while another pushes against the cage, where the mice were. They seem almost… playful. 

Meanwhile Jisung can only stare in awe at the way J-1 is surrounding you, bringing everything it uses to feel and touch closer to you. Wow… she’s really like a plant whisperer or something. While starstruck by his little work crush, a thick vine creeps its way down into the flower and up behind him. 

While you gently pat the plants around you, out of the corner of the eye you catch your partner being carried up by his arms. His smile however clearly fades when they don’t bring him closer to you, instead bringing him a little further into the air and stopping abruptly. You mirror his perplexed expression. What’s happening?

As if taken over by some natural instinct, a lot of the vines disappear from behind you and make their way towards him, hanging helplessly in the air. The tendrils stay curled around your arm and hair. While you call out, urging him to stay still for a second, his eyes widen but he does comply. Your eyes are locked on him. The vines slowly snake their way around his ankles, one inside of his pant leg while the other takes the path around it. You hold your breath in anticipation. What… is it doing? 

As the plant writhes further up. The space between the fabric of his clothes and his hot skin is getting invaded by the strangely smooth appendages. Jisung’s face and ears grow hotter by the second. These things are getting way too close to his dick and in front of the person he admires at that! He bites his wobbly lip and prays it's just exploring. 

His prayers fall on deaf ears.  

There is a weird and sick excitement bubbling deep within you as you watch. Observing the way the vines slither into your partner's lab coat is unlocking something in your brain, a wicked grin makes its way to your face subconsciously. You can’t tear your excited eyes away from him, tears slowly forming in them. 

“Wait…”, Jisung whispers while a vine reaches the hem of his underwear, wriggling their way into them. His protest is followed by another string of waits before a sharp gasp tears your eyes from his dick to his face, now an even cuter shade of pink. 

You finally blink. Rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. 

Your genius co-worker and reliable partner, Han Jisung, who tries to make you laugh during early shifts and always pushes his glasses up by the bridge so cutely… is now being explored by J-1. The lewd sight of him averting his eyes shyly, while vines make their to his body… It's incredibly arousing. You hide your smile behind your hands. 

Shaking your head quickly, you try to shake your impure thoughts. How inappropriate. You scold yourself internally for letting a private desire bubble to the surface during work. You suck your lower lip into your mouth and bite it, forcing yourself to look away while he gasps and whines. You turn your head back towards your clipboard and grab it. Crossing your legs you set it down in your lap, take the pen and start writing everything that’s happened so far as fast as you can. After all… this is an incredibly rare opportunity. 

You bring yourself to look up again, trying to control the urge to let your mind wander. This is purely for research, nothing sexual. You repeat this phrase in your head, staring in awe at the fabric slowly tearing at the seams from the sheer length and volume of vines wrapping themselves around his arms and legs. It seems like one even made its way into his pants, maybe even his underwear. This is a most peculiar pattern of behaviour for your new plant. So far none of your coworkers have taken note of a sort of pollination process or something akin to a libido. 

While you are furiously taking notes, the vines look for the only available entrance he has. Jisung keeps writhing around, but there isn’t much he can do, multiple vines are holding him in place, practically dangling him above the flower. And much worse… dangling him in front of you. He has very clearly been avoiding making eye contact with you. Not even looking in your direction. But when the vines move from prodding at his dick, to his ass. He starts thrashing around. Not in front of Ms Y/N. Anything but in front of you. He feels the way a second one moves through the torn fabric of his pants and underwear to his exposed entrance. A gooey liquid slowly oozing down his ass, remaining droplets falling to the petals. He feels like crying. Slowly turning his head, he can’t believe his own eyes. Is she… is she taking notes right now?!

Is it.... trying to mate? You underline the last word twice. Scribbling down your observations how the vines are prodding around his body. your other hand is occupied, grabbing another mouse with your scrap cloth and offering it to the tendril pushing against your arm. Following it with your eyes towards the vines and your eyes move up towards him and are met with a wide eyed, dumbfounded look. 

“What… what are you doing?” His face doesn’t contain a smidge of anger, only confusion.

“Mr Han please don’t misunderstand”, You try to save your good reputation you worked so hard for, “I get that this situation must be unpleasant. But you do have to understand that this is the opportunity of a lifetime!” You try to explain, racking your brain for a logical excuse. Or any excuse at all really. 

“What?” His blank stare continues, to the best of his abilities at least. Lip wobbly as the vines dig themselves further inside of him. 

“You see, no one has observed this kind of coupling desire from J-1 so far… this means this is a new discovery!”

“So our experiment…” he trails off, losing his train of thought at the feeling of the appendages prodding at his entrance.  

“Has not failed… yet!” You quickly reassure him. “You just need to hold out for a little while longer, I am taking my notes as fast as I can right now. This could prove incredibly useful to future research!” 

A wave of guilt crashes over your head, you drop your shoulders in defeat. “And… I’m sorry about bringing us into this whole situation. If it wasn’t for me trying to finish these things today instead of tomorrow…” You trail off, the guilt consuming your heart about dragging your innocent coworker into this. 

“Why are you ap-” His words get caught off by a choked out scream.

You gasp in response. The vines, seemingly sick of waiting, wriggled their way into his entrance, shoving the gooey liquid into him. His entire body jerked from the impact, whimpering at the stretch. He hangs his head and his eyes are fixed on the stamen below. Fuck… why did it feel good? 

I must be out of my mind.  Yeah… out of my mind and going insane. No way does the vine grazing my prostate almost make me moan out loud. Jisung turns his head to the right, facing away from you, trying to hide his face. But J-1 seemingly has other plans. All of the vines turn his entire body around until he comes face to face with your curious gaze again. He squeaks in embarrassment, closing his eyes as fast as he can. 

Meanwhile you start scribbling down what is happening again. Is J-1 presenting me… his mate? Is it putting on a show? Is it even capable of such a complex pattern of thought? You reach out, past him and to the vines tightly wrapped around his arms, stroking them gently and cooing at them. It may seem silly but you ask the questions popping into your head, hoping J–1 would show you its intelligence and answer somehow. 

They don’t, but another pops out from beneath the purple petals, inching closer to you. When it reaches you it rears itself up, getting taller and taller until seeing eye to eye with you. It moves up and down, almost as if it is nodding. It then backs down again and pokes at the cage of mice next to you. Is it showing me him as a thanks for the food? You look between the two and write it down to the best of your abilities without looking. Keeping eye contact between you and the long arm-like being. 

At the same time soft whining reaches your ears. Your coworker is biting his lips, trying to be quiet but he’s not exactly doing a great job at hiding the desperate noises he’s making. You shuffle closer and hesitantly cradle his face in your hands, after wiping them on your lab coat… or what’s left of it. His eyes shoot open. You bring your thumb to his cheek and gently wipe away the residue of pollen there that has slowly mixed in with the sweat dripping down his face. It is incredibly humid here after all. 

You observe his face, especially his lips becoming so plump after his nervous biting. “Mr Han… please correct me if I’m wrong. But… you’re fine with this right?” 

“Huh… what do you mean?” 

“Most people would be kicking and screaming, doing anything and everything to get away, am I wrong?” 

“That’s-” 

“Most people would put up a fight. People who… don’t at least want this to some extent?” 

“Well-” 

“I… I honestly appreciate such honest and on display desire. Trust me, I would be the last to judge you right now. But… you are into this, no?” 

“Ms Y/N… that’s a little emba-” 

rassing… Ms Y/N is right. Jisung nods his head slowly, biting his lower lip again. He can’t believe he’s admitting how much the vines inside of him are fucking with his sanity. Gooey appendage hitting his prostate dead on everytime it wriggles in and out of him. The way he, maybe, perhaps, possibly wants you to look at him. Admire him? He wants to seem desirable to you even now. 

“I… I understand. You don’t have to tell me.” You gently stroke his cheek and hesitantly press a kiss to it. 

Leaning back you grin at him. “I can already tell you like it. Just look at the way your body is reacting.” You peer down at the throbbing erection bobbing against his stomach. 

His embarrassed protests get caught in his throat. Stuttering and stumbling over his words. You giggle at his state and lean back, right against a vine. Gasping in surprise you turn and come face to face with it. Staring at it for a second it slowly pushes up against the little cage again. You exhale in relief and grab another mouse for your new friend. It snuggles against your thigh before wrapping itself around the carcass once more and slithering away like a snake. 

The tendril in your hair and the one around your arm slowly uncurl themselves around you, opting to make their way past your cheeks and to your ears. Feeling ticklish you bring your shoulders up, squirming away from the playful tendrils. But they seem very adamant and forceful this time. Not letting up no matter how many times you squirm away. You can’t bring yourself to swat at them so you lose this fight. 

The tendrils curl themselves into your ear, a weird sensation making you gasp and a shiver runs down your spine. Your right eye is squeezed shut while the left one slowly turns up into your own head. The movement of your face is out of your control for a second. A quiet buzzing fills your ears, similar to the brown noise that flows from your headphones to your ears, especially during stressful times at work. 

“..r you” 

You blink, once, twice. The second time you can make it out clearer. 

“For you.” 

“What?” you see the way your partner flinches, you make an apologetic gesture. You probably overestimated how loud you need to be with the tendrils nestling themselves into your ear. You put your hands over them. Is… is this J-1 talking to me? 

“Gift. For you.” The voice is so gentle and smooth it tugs at your heartstrings. 

You repeat their sentence out loud, making Mr Han eye you with a puzzled look on his face. You are filled with a warm, relaxed feeling. All the stress and uncertainty is fading away. 

“Seedling… like?” the voice rings clear in your head. You nod your head and gently run a finger over the tendrils. 

“Yes I love it. Thank you.” You hope J-1 can feel your affection for it. 

In some sort of excitement, J-1 suddenly yanks the still tied Jisung up. In the air the vines around his arms and chest are… pulsating? Growing? You aren’t too sure. But the fabric tears at the seams and after finally bursting, the fabric hangs from his broad shoulders. You take in the beautiful sight. He has a surprisingly tiny waist. Your eyes wander from his hips to his cute belly up towards his impossibly tiny waist and up to his broad shoulders. 

He… He’s incredibly attractive. You pick your jaw up off the floor and keep watching. He tries to muffle his moans but one vine slithers up his chest and wriggles itself into his mouth. You lean to the side, trying to get a better look, and as if knowing what you want, J-1 brings him closer to you. Turning him towards the side and bringing him very close, almost too close. You hesitantly reach out and rub his back gently, your eyes never leaving the vine thrusting itself into his mouth over and over again. 

Drool starts accumulating at the corners of his mouth, slowly dribbling down to his chin. The sight is very erotic when accompanied by the muffled slurping. Before you can even think about moving your head again, the body in front of you already gets flipped around. You get a good view of the way two tendrils hold his twitchy hole open while a gooey appendage thrusts itself into Jisung. You wonder if he could take more, and once again, before even finishing your thought, another vine makes its way towards the only opening he has. 

I’ll break… I’ll seriously break. Jisung can’t think clearly, vine in his throat shooting some sort of sweet liquid down his throat, making his head spin. It doesn’t help that he’s getting manhandled into every position imaginable, his private parts being presented right to you. He feels as if he’s being served on a silver platter for you. 

While struggling in his internal debate he feels the way the tendrils pull his hole further apart, stretching him to the brim. A loud whine escapes him and his teeth clamp onto the vine in his mouth while a second appendage wriggles itself inside of him, right next to the first one. His body won’t stop trembling and his head hangs low as the drool seeps down the vine. It doesn’t take long until they both start thrusting inside of him, with a newfound vigor and with no rhythm or harmony at all. He feels like he’s being pounded like an animal, with no regard to him. He fights back the butterflies in his stomach. 

Muffled moans make their way to your ears, Jisung shaking as the vines abuse his hole. Drilling themselves further inside until his body jerks. They’re probably hitting the back. There are tears brimming in his eyes.You press your lips together to suppress another sadistic smile. While watching the way his toes wriggle and press together another idea pops into your head. You place your hands on your new tendril-earphones and talk to J-1 in your mind. 

Maybe it's your curious nature, but you want to push him further and further and see how much he can take. J-1 seems to follow your wishes well. New tendrils appear from underneath the big purple petals and make their way towards Jisung. They distribute themselves almost like a little army. A few start curling themselves around his ears, two tickle his sides and another four go to work at his feet. You know about his ticklish nature, since he always twitches back when your hand comes close to his waist. 

You intend to use that information to your benefit and ruin him slowly. What will he do, an onslaught of pleasure, pain and joy all bubbling inside of him. You hold back the last tendril, just for another second. Noticing that his dick is getting real twitchy. You’re pretty sure this means that he’s incredibly close. So before he can find relief in emptying his seemingly swollen testicles, you push him once again. The last tendril uncurls itself and shoves its way into Jisungs dick. 

The gasp you receive is almost delicious, the sound sinking to the bottom of your stomach, making you more giddy. Struggling against the thick vines locking him into place, he tries to stop the tendril from going inside of his urethra, but to no avail. So close to the edge and he feels the cum get pushed back by a stringy plant. The worst part is the way it curls itself into the tiniest ball at the bottom, actively stopping the cum from leaking out. 

Now the tears are flowing. Shuddery breaths escape him, as the vine inside of his mouth retracts and he gasps and splutters for air. Coughing up some of the sweet liquid he tries to catch his breath while sobbing. His adorable hiccupping and his big doe eyes filled with tears is an incredible sight. 

You notice that your clipboard is still incredibly empty, so you avert your gaze again and scribble down something, anything. While the vines thrust into him and the tendrils toy with his body, you lean back and observe once again. And you continue to stare, eyeing him like a hawk and at the same time talking to J-1 in your head. It seems that it doesn’t really want to mate, yet it can’t find the words to explain better. You reassure it that it’s not bad and you will keep trying. You try to ask simple yes or no questions, you try to draw and J-1 will tell you if that’s right or not. You’re out of mice at this point so you’re unsure how much longer this situation will go on and stay friendly. You really hope it won’t turn hostile again. 

Scribbling away, you lean further into your clipboard. You nearly get lost in your work again. 

A heartbreaking sob breaks you out of your trance. 

Jisung cries so sweetly for you, calling your name, never dropping the Ms. How endearing. You bring him closer to you, cradling his face in your hands. Through the snot and drool and sobbing you can make out that he really… really wants to cum. Also something along the lines of how you’re such a meanie for ignoring him and you should pay attention to him. So on and so forth. His adorable crying tugs at your heartstrings and you coo at him gently. Patting the sweaty hair away from his face and hugging his face close to your chest for a second. 

When you let go again, you lean down and capture his puffy lips in a kiss. Moving against him while slowly pulling the tendril out of his urethra. He tries to return the kiss, but can't for the life of him concentrate on you now. Only chasing after his high, rutting against the air. 

It’s almost as if pulling a plug, as soon as it's out Jisung cums with a long drawn out groan, gasping in between when he feels the vines shoot some sort of goo inside of him. The aftershocks twitch through his body as he hangs limp in the vines. You extend your arms and J-1 drops Jisung gently down to you, unhanding him when the vines and tendrils all back off from his exhausted, sweaty and warm body. Torn clothes scattered across his body, some parts of him covered in goo. He takes deep breaths as he tries to come down from his high. 

You reach over to your torn lab coat and drape it over the body in your lap. Patting his back affectionately, while cooing at his sorry state. He shudders once more before dropping his head on you. You want to talk to him, ask him how he’s feeling, how he’s doing, if his butt is okay and most importantly… Where does this situation leave the two of you? 

But you bite your tongue… literally. 

The giant petals move out of nowhere, sending you and Jisung tumbling down into the mossy patches underneath. You hold onto his head as you roll all the way to a big rock, slamming your back against it. It robs all the air from your lungs. Gasping for air you can only watch, stunned at the way J-1 brings his petals closer to the center, once again shielding itself from view. You turn to Jisung, he seems unharmed. You lay back against the grass as you stare into the gigantic light that lights up the dome. You made it out alive, who would have thought. Closing your eyes for a second, you feel the adrenaline subside. A wave of pain hits you all at once. It is accompanied by exhaustion, endless curiosity, sadness and a weird gentle feeling you can’t quite put your finger on. 

You don’t know how long you’ve rested your eyes for, but when you open them again a silhouette stands above you, peering at you and your partner. Shooting up you turn towards the mysterious person only to come face to face with the gardeners. The gardeners… the gardeners! You jump up and quickly try to explain, but your legs nearly give out as the world spins. Your close friend and coworker Rin helps you sit on a nearby rock. 

After getting escorted out of the dome and back into your office again, you describe what happened to your friend. She listens intently and nods her head every so often. You obviously don’t mention the sexual aspect of this encounter, but the discovery is noteworthy nonetheless! You’ve worked with the gardeners for a long time and have shared your findings with them always. So while Olive helps Jisung get into his chair, Kresten is collecting your belongings in the dome. 

After a good scolding from your favorite gardeners, they harshly command you to go home and rest. Getting the cars ready to bring the two of you back into your beds ASAP. While leaving to go get the cars ready, you’re suddenly left in the quiet office with Jisung, Mr Han… your partner and coworker. The tension feels thick and uneasy. But you’re determined to talk things out. You stomp over to his desk to the best of your abilities and sit on his desk. 

“Mr. Han, I just wan-” You nervously start, gritting your way through the sentence before being cut off. 

“Please… call me Jisung.” a gentle heart shaped smile makes its way to his mouth, and you mirror the same big smile. You scoot closer to the middle of his desk and continue. 

“Right… Jisung, I just wanted to apologize again for what happened there.” You offer your apology with a sincere tone. He nods slowly. 

“How about this Ms Y/N, I will accept your apology if you invite me to a coffee sometime?” He grins up at you, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Americano?” You snort, hiding your laughter behind your hand. 

“You bet!” 

🎬 NSFW WARNING ❜︎ smut drabble with kim seungmin (skz). neutral dom reader x sub seungmin. kinks & acts included — handjob, overstimulation, praise. full oneshot to be posted.

His eyes flutter open again, a strained gasp leaving sloppy, parted lips when your grip on him tightens. Speeds up, instead of slowing to allow his body a chance of working through the relief. He doesn’t get to come down from that euphoric high — no opportunity to collect himself, regain the composure he’s so fond of shutting the world out with. You don’t let him, gaze zeroed in on jolted tears, and trembling hands knotting themselves in the sheets.

From a glance at his trembling mouth, you can tell he wants to say something. You hear that telltale hitch in his breath a few times, broken up by desperate panting and the wet slide of your hand on his cock (flushed, still hard despite cumming just moments earlier); but hardly anything coherent makes it out between soft whimpers and quiet huffs.

“Anything, right Seungminnie?”

“Can’t, c-can’t — I’m,” A stuttered whine, after another rough stroke makes his back arch and feet push against the mattress. You squeeze the hip your other hand has kept settled on, a muted reminder, eyes sharp as you watch another tear track a new path down his cheek. More are ready to overflow, a dam on the cusp of shattering.

“Sound so pretty for me, baby.” Your pace on his cock quickens, earning a choked whimper as you swipe your thumb over the slit. He’s unraveling, almost broken down to that soft, mindless headspace riding the waves of euphoria — no thoughts, no worries. A quiet serenity, of warmth and pleasure.

“One more. Can you do that, sweetheart? Be good, just give me one more.”

yandere felix

summary: basically just sub yandere lixie x dom reader

a/n: i do not condone this sort of behaviour, this is purely for amusement purposes and should not be done in real life nor' should be normalized

There was never a time Felix could remember where he wasn’t in love with you

Ever since you were little with a childlike innocence, clinging to each other's sides and running around in the dirt and mud as little kids do

and your parents would joke about how one day you would get married

From the time where you’d stick out your tongue in disgust at the prospect, claiming that he had cooties and roll your eyes, groaning at your parents for being so weird,

all while he blushed shyly, hiding behind you and agreeing with every word you said

he was absolutely smitten with you in the adorable way children are

and as you grew older the dynamics simply stuck, 

he was shy and cute, hanging on for the ride while you surged into your elementary years.

clinging to your side all throughout grade school to the point where your teachers felt like they needed to separate the two of you

not that it made much of a difference if you weren’t in the same class though.

Constantly you were kicked out for sneaking into his class during school hours, sneaking in halfway through class, sitting beside him just outside of the teacher's view until you were inevitably caught with how loud the two of you were laughing

during break time you were off and out of the classroom in a matter of seconds, elated to see each other again after forever apart (in your little kid minds at least)

it never failed to surprise people the 180 Felix's personality did when he was around you.

always a soft-spoken gentle child, not speaking much out of turn but it was undeniable,

He laughed, he smiled, he joked. He seemed to be energized by your very presence

when you weren't together he’d be surrounded by kids who tried to be his friend but they never mattered. They were just a substitute for you until you were reunited 

He was your best friend in the entire word

And you were his

god forbid anyone who ever tried to bully or tease him 

the few who tried, cornering him in the courtyard, taunting him for hiding behind you all the time got what they deserved

A black eye and a broken bone or two. 

While you proudly sported your fair amount of bruising and a suspension from the school for ‘violence’ and 'bullying'

You argued, they didn't listen

"It was their fault though!"

And Felix nodded along,

getting himself suspended the very next day so that he could be with you

neither of your parents were quite happy but they’d long since stopped trying to separate you

It was an impossible task they’d found

you were inseparable

with enough nights finding that one of you would sneak out to meet the other they decided it was just best to allow it and let the two of you come through the front door

instead of Felix breaking his arm trying to scale the house into your open window

Then came high school

hormones got involved and bodily functions changed, feelings got weird and things were different

you began to see things differently. Began to see other people, discovered just how wide world was with so many experiences and people out there;

so many things to do and accomplish, so many things to see and touch and feel

but where you began to see others, when you began to see the world

all Felix ever saw was you

But his feelings weren’t as innocent as before.

They were different.

Looking at you made him feel all tingly and made his heart beat faster.

Your crooked smile made his cheeks burn red and when you grabbed his hand he swore he felt butterflies in his stomach

and to his shame he found that whenever you hugged him or wore his clothes it made certain things a little hard to deal with 

it was embarrassing and his little crush only grew and grew over the years

his jealously only burning brighter when he sees you hang out with anyone else

and then, to his horror you started dating.

He knew you never saw him the way he saw you.

Knew that while he looked at you like that, you were looking at someone else the same way

But he though that...

he didn't know what he thought

but to see you date someone else

He was your “best friend”, “Practically my brother!” You’d tell people and he’d smile along, acting as if it didn’t break something inside of him each time that you did

As if he didn’t love you so much it hurts

As if he didn’t think you were-are his soulmate, the most perfect thing on earth-no one else deserves you, no one could ever be enough for you

Not even him.

but he’s willing to die trying

Your ‘Best friend’

That cuts off any other friends he may have when you jokingly tell him that he's not spending enough time with you, isolating himself from the entire world,

your name the only thing in his head as he stares down at your contact waiting for you to message him. 

he's at your beck and call, whenever you want, him he's there no matter what.

just the sweetest thing ever, bringing you little gifts that reminded him of you, flowers and candy when you're sad, spending nights cuddled up in your arms because you didn't want to be alone, stars in his eyes as he hangs onto every word that you say.

but it's okay, because it's platonic right?

right?

Just platonic with how he has so many pictures of you, enough to fill an entire album

Just platonic the way he tries to rile you up and get you angry so that he can get videos of you yelling at him, calling him pathetic and dumb in your rage

Platonic with how he uses them to get off in the dark of night when it’s only him the sound of your voice filling his ears

the way he specifically watches porn with people that look like you and listens to those asmrs labelled ‘mommy takes care of baby boy’ or some shit with people that sound like you

Just platonic the way he watches so much of that shit and yet never loses his virginity

He wants to keep that for you

Only for you

Even if you have a 'boyfriend'

Even if that 'boyfriend' is an asshole and doesn't deserve you

It's just not fair that he gets to have you

All Felix wants to be under you, feeling you, hearing you moan and whisper dirty secrets to him

He wants you to corrupt him

Like you do to him.

He’s spent so many nights, ear against the wall as you fuck him right on the other side, touching himself to your words

The desire deep inside of him as his fingers fumbled to undo his pants, revealing an undeniable evidence of arousal—aching and throbbing with pent-up desire

For you

Only for you

Always for you

Trying to moan so quietly to hear every little word, every little pant fallen from your lips

Squeezing his eyes shut, imagining you were talking to him, you were stroking his cock, calling him a dirty slut

“Are you enjoying this you little perv?”

“C’mon, be a good boy and beg for it.”

“You’re such a slut.”

“Doing so good for me, such a good boy~”

Fuck

That’s the side of you he’s oh so in love with

When your tone shifts to a purr, something so irresistible leaking into every word. 

Or when it’s a mean growl, disgust dripping from every syllable, venom sounding like the sweetest melody in his ears

He can picture the way that you would lick over your lips like you were about to devour him whole

Picture you standing over him, making him feel so small

He’d reach down and lace his fingers with yours, face bright with a blush, looking up with angel eyes,

ready to do anything, beg for your attention, plead for your affection, get down on his knees for a single touch

the way your hands brush over his cheeks, lingering on his perfect features and his cute little heart shaped freckle

tracing over his pretty lips before pressing your fingers into his mouth, down onto his tongue, listening to the way he’d moan, warbled speech asking for more

because he’s greedy and he’s selfish and he wants it all

wants all of you and wants you to have all of him

and he knows that it would never be enough. That he loves you so much, wants so much of you it would never be enough until he was so close nothing could tell apart the two of you

Until he could crawl into your skin, be safe and warm with you

And it could still never be enough.

But this. It’s enough. For now.

Enough in this stolen moment of indulgence, a euphoric solace imagining himself intertwined with you, hearing your voice and for a fleeting second it’s not through a wall, it’s not to someone else. It’s to him

a brief transient escape from his yearning and desperation for you, a moment where his head goes hazy and he tastes colours and sees sounds and feels you touching him

A moment where he feels like his sanity is slowly cracking apart under everything before reality comes crashing back in waves of guilt and longing.

with his fingers coated in his own cum and your name whispered like a prayer on his pretty lips and his chest aching with the want to be in your arms

When you formally introduce your 'boyfriend' to Felix the first time

he swears he has never felt such hate for another person

A boiling, searing, horrific dislike

The want for this guy to get his hands off your hips and get out of your life.

You were honestly confused at his behaviour

never have you seen your best friend so...angry or mean

scoffing whenever that asshole spoke, rolling his eyes and making pointed but passive aggressive remarks that he tried to play off as jokes

(They were anything but jokes)

it was so out of character for his usual soft and cheery self you were baffled, having no idea what was wrong with him

until Felix makes an odd remark about he's sure that this guy will never be able to make you feel good, "too prideful and selfish with a small-"

you pull him to the side, grabbing onto his arm so hard it leaves angry red marks

that he'll probably end up jerking off to later

you practically hiss at him, glaring at him as you tell him off

saying that you have no idea what’s going on with him but he needs to stop it.

That he's your boyfriend and you'd really love it if your best friend could support you

He swears he could’ve almost cried from that. From you defending that asshole, taking his side instead of Felix’s

The only reasonable explanation is that the guy is toxic, he’s manipulating you, he’s bad for you and no one else can see it except for Felix

It seems like he’s in a haze for the rest of the night.

Civil but not really there. Nodding along animatedly, not looking in his direction for the rest of the night

He would swear he was still in that haze when he pulled your 'boyfriend' to the side as he was about to leave, after you had just left out the door, Felix calling behind you that he just wanted to have a quick word with him

in a haze as he threatens him, telling him he needs to stay away from you or else

-or else what?

He’s still in his ‘haze’ still, two nights later when Felix finds out that he never did

You’re so confused when he doesn’t show up for your date. Never texts or calls you back. When you get told from another friend that he ended up moving away for some unnamed reason.

Felix calls you and when you don't pick up he gets nervous and decides to show up at your place

To find you crying and heartbroken over that fucker.

He never deserved you.

Felix knew that

But he comforts you still, he lets you cry on his shoulder

He buys you ice cream and take-out and puts on a movie for you to watch

He lets you lay against him until it's the middle of the night

the room is dark except for the glow of the tv screen, the light illuminating your face to him as you lace your fingers with his

"Felix?"

It feels so odd for you to call him that, and not Lixie or Fefe like you normally do

"Yeah?"

Even odder to hear you say it in such a serious tone.

"Can I do something?"

he looks at you and you look at him

his eyes are wide, cheeks dusted pink

before you lean in and press your lips against his stupidly pretty ones

and in the dark of midnight, with a horrendously stupid comedy movie you insisted watching playing in the back,

He lets you use him

He lets you take his virginity-it was always yours after all, along with his heart and his body and his soul

No matter how rough you are, he takes it all with a moan and a cry for more

Fefe lets you take everything out on him. Every dark desire, all your stress and all your pain poured into making him cry beneath you

And with you on top of him, calling him a good boy, telling him he’s so fucking good for you he melts

He breaks

He cries

He holds back his tongue and doesn’t let spill every little feeling he has for you, how long he’s waited for you, how much he wants you and needs you and adores you

How you’re everything to him.

And you kiss away his tears and he kisses away yours

For tonight he’s yours.

Yours, yours, yours,

No one else’s.

You make him feel things he didn’t know his body was capable of feeling

Playing with his nipples and his dick, licking over his skin with a moan like he's the best thing that you've ever tasted

And when he feels on the cusp of insanity he laces your fingers with his and bring you in for a soft kiss,

so unlike anything else that’s happened tonight

so unlike the rough, borderline cruel way that you fuck him

But in the eye of the storm there’s a kind of quiet

gentle and soft, your lips against his. He swears he can feel your heart beating through your hand.

It’s everything he wants to say, everything he can’t say poured into it

And then you pull away and he whines and you smirk.

He sees heaven and hell and stars behind his eyelids and decides that you’re more important than all of them. 

He sees the marks he leaves on your skin and the marks you leave on his in turn

He feels euphoria and bliss beyond what he thought was possible. Beyond any porn he’d watch and any times he’d touched himself to thoughts of you-he never thought feeling this good was possible

You tug his head back by his hair, slotting your face beside his to whisper in his ear.

“You’re fucking mine, do you hear me Lix? Mine.”

As if he's ever been anything else.

He always has been. He always will be.

“Yours, only yours.”

As if anyone else could have him now. As if you hadn’t ruined him for anyone else. No one could make him feel the way you did and he was not interested in even looking.

Yours.

He never wants to stop

Never wants to stop feeling like this

Feeling like he’s yours and only yours and you’re his and only his

If he could die in this moment, with you he would die a happy man.

He falls asleep in your arms, curled up into your chest

your bodies sweat-soaked and your tired pants filling the room 

you hold him and he swears he’s never been happier in his entire life.

With you.

The next morning you’ve left a note.

You went back home to stay with your parents for a bit and didn’t want to disturb him when you left, but he’s free to stay however long he wants, the keys are on the counter for him to lock up when he leaves

He wishes he could say that he only stayed for breakfast and a shower but that would be a lie

He doesn’t leave for a long time

Because he’s in your bed, surrounded by your scent, covered in your marks from the night before, only able to remember the things that happened between you two

And all of that makes him so hard

He buries his head into your pillow and tries to imagine-remember

He buries his head into your pillow and remembers everything you did to him. Every word he worships in his head, every touch he tries to replicate

Shame fills him as he humps your pillow, unable to stop himself.

As he digs through your dirty laundry, stealing dirty underwear that he uses to get off too

It’s not you, but it’s close enough

He spends way too long in your apartment, doing things that fill him with shame and guilt and desire

How could he not though? With his body still tingling from your touch. 

With his fingers still tracing over the marks you left on his body.

The marks that slowly fade throughout the day.

Marks that he wished he could ask you to replace.

And when you come back you act as if nothing happened. 

You act as if you haven’t touched every part of his body. 

As if you haven’t left marks all over him.

As if you know he isn’t completely and utterly obsessed with you.

As if you hadn’t made him promise to be yours.

But you never promised to be his.

It’s okay.

He’s okay with just being your best friend

With being the shoulder to cry on and the one you come home to after another guy that you liked suddenly doesn’t want to be around you

They’re all temporary. He’s here to stay.

He’s your Lixie, your Fefe

That’s all that matters.

He’ll be your best friend that’s around just a little too often,

That does just a little too much,

That warms your bed a little too many times to be just friends.

But you don’t wanna cross that line.

So it's okay.

As long as you're okay with the people you go out with disappearing after a short while

he may be complacent with the fact that you date someone else but he's not about to let them stay for long

And deep down you know what's going on

you aren't stupid, you don't miss the way he looks at the people you date, you didn't miss the mysterious red stain on his shirt after you got ghosted for the hundredth time

but when he lays in your lap, stretched out like a cat, looking so adorably harmless...

Does it really need to be addressed?

It's okay.

For you.

It's...okay.

For him.

He has something.

You have something.

Even if he really wants love. When he wants to be held and taken care of.

Wants to be told that you love him

Wants to be kissed on the forehead and told that he's the only one for you, that there's no one else.

No one else but him.

No matter that it's a lie and that you've told him all of that before.

a/n: is this kinda shit? yeah but i have such bad writer's block rn and probably won't post for awhile after this so i just wanted to post this now, it's my birthday so i'm going home to spend time w family

i might end up doing a fluffier (if you could even call it that?) version if you guys want it

my taglist is here if you wanna be added: @hobihearteu, @lemonhongjoong, @laylasbunbunny, @xcookiemonsteerr, @arlojulien-nightchild-of-hades, @hahagay, @lino-jagiyaa, @missrobyn81, @maru-matt, @goblinracha (i think this is everyone that wanted to be tagged?)

L.F

synopsis; you bought some new makeup just for your pretty boy, which he looks great in of course. So great you'd love to see how it looks running down his soft freckled cheeks.

This fic can be read with a gender neutral reader in mind.

"Hey Lix, i got somethin in the mail today." You bring the package towards your shared room, making the boy look up from his pc. "Really? Is it something for me?" He looks up at you from his place in his seat.

You hum, biting your lip. "I wanna try it." So here you are now, Felix sat snuggly on your dick with you facing each other. You apply a rosy shade of pink blush to match his adorably freckled cheeks and the cute peach sweater he has on.

He lets out a whimper as he gets moved a bit, making you fake frown. "Messed up your blush, now i gotta restart," You complain, knowing a small movement couldn't possibly have messed it up. "What's this?" he asks, picking up the mascara and inspecting it.

"Mascara, it's for the eyes. It makes your eyelashes pretty. Don't you wanna be pretty for me lovely?" You ask, tilting you head while looking at him. He whines looking away from you.

"Look up baby, i need to do your mascara. Don't blink." You say, leaning so close to him your able to see the heart shaped freckle on the side of his cheek. You thrust into him purposely, making him grab onto your shoulders and throw his head back.

"Lix!" you scold, "M' sorry, feels so good." He whimpers, attempting to rise a bit to take the pressure away from his prostate. "You're so full of love aren't you Lix? So cute love," His prettily long eyelashes flutter at praise, making him place a hand on your thigh for comfort.

"Poor Lix is so flustered from a bit of praise huh?" you tease, making him whimper. "Are you almost done? Feels so good," He slurs, already feelings so good despite you not moving. Poor boy gets so flustered from praise. With a dramatic pop of your lips you set down the mascara wand.

"Now for the finishing touch, some cute lipgloss i found that's just your shade." You coo, grabbing it from next to you and applying the sticky peach pink gloss to his plump lips. You kiss him, even getting the gloss onto your own lips.

"Oops, i gotta reapply it," you fake frown, making him sigh. You reapply the gloss for a final time, marveling at your work. The eyeliner and mascara make the boy look as pretty as a fairy. His glossed lips are so plump and delicously thick that you can't help but think about what else could be done with them.

"Im done sweet boy, have a look." You say, handing him the small mirror you prepared beforehand. His eyes light up, his small fingers going to his eyelashes to tug.

"Wow.." he says taken aback, looking back at you with big eyes. "You're so adorable Lixie, do you want your reward now?" you coo, brushing a stray hair behind his ear. He nods and puts down the mirror, looking back towards you in wonder.

"Gonna fuck you for doing such a good job keeping still." You say, flipping him around and staring at him from your position above him. He moans, grabbing onto the sheets below him as you start to fuck him.

"Feels so good," he slurs, looking up at you with the prettiest of tears in his deep brown eyes. "Crying already baby? We're just getting started Lix." You say, picking up the pace making his body jolt. He moans out, Throwing his arms around you and digging his nails into your back. "Please," He whimpers, biting his lip.

He brings a hand to his eyes to wipe at the steady flow of tears cascading down his face, smudging his carefully done mascara. "Should've bought waterproof mascara huh Lix? Messed up my hard work," you falsely pout, bringing a hand to wipe his tears for him further smudging the mascara.

"M' sorry," he stutters. "Feels s'good," he whimpers out, bring a hand over his mouth smudging the gloss there onto his cheek. "Look at you crying away all your makeup baby, it must feel good." You say, bringing a hand to toy with his nipples smudging gloss there too.

He lets out a string of moans, "Gonna come, please come with me," He begs, looking up at you with fresh tears in his eyes. "Come in me," he sniffles, meeting your thrusts half way. You groan, "Of course pretty baby." you coo.

ngl i was thinking of adding smth in where Lix holds the mirror while hes getting fucked lol but enjoy!!

taglist: @imrllytootiredforthis @queerpumpkinnn

i think this is like..the best thing ive ever written and its now 3:30 am so i shall head to bed asap after posting this lol

yandere han jisung:

summary: basically just sub yandere jisung x dom reader

a/n: i do not condone this sort of behaviour, this is purely for amusement purposes and should not be done in real life nor' should be normalized

Once he’s got his eyes set on you, there’s no other option

Whether you like it or not, whether you hate him (dunno how you could tho) or love him, it doesn’t matter

Because baby’s determined now, he’s desperate and obsessive and willing to do whatever it takes

He wants you to be just as obsessed with him as he is with you

Hannie will do anything to get your attention,

He’s not the type to silently stalk, he’ll loudly insert himself into your life

And before you even know what’s going on, he’s everywhere 

friends with your friends, coming to all the group hangouts and movie nights 

He’s getting coffee from the same place you do, offering to pay for your coffee-insisting really

He begins to frequent your workplace, might even go as far as to try to get a job there too so that he can see you everyday 

And little by little, he’s taking over it all, taking up your hobbies so that he can talk to you about them

joining your gym,

coincidentally making friends with your family members-who you never remember mentioning by name

It’s like he’s everywhere you go

and weirdly enough, it’s not as annoying as you’d imagine it to be

because he’s just so sweet and even though it is a little weird, there’s no way someone as adorable as him could ever be creepy

no way the sweet boy that takes turns with your buying each others coffee each day, chirping “Good morning Noona!” Every day when he sees you, face lighting up with pure joy whenever you come into contact with him

there is no way that he’s creepy

Leading up to him asking you out he gets you little gifts that slowly escalate in size, 

Small snacks, then flowers, then trinkets that reminded him of you, an outfit that he think you’ll look gorgeous in (not that you’re ever anything but gorgeous in his eyes), 

he works up, the gifts getting grander and grander, more expensive as well, escalating to jewelry and designer clothing and bags, things that you can hardly accept, but Han insists that you do, never letting you give back a single thing

(there's also the journal thing here-from the 🐟anon, that i cannot fit into here but absolutely HAVE to mention)

And when he finally asks you to be his partner,

he looks so sincere, telling you that he loves you more than anything and promising that you don’t have to feel the same way yet-he’s not pressuring you to feel something you don’t (yet) but he just wants you to let him love you

And it’s not like you could say no-much less that you would even want to

Once you’re dating, Han doesn’t think that life can get any better, this is what he’s been dreaming of, this is his idea of heaven

Babygirl will do anything and everything for you, at your beck and call, happily willing to answer every little wish,

all just so you’ll look at him with a smile and cup his cheek or play with his hair while calling him a good boy-your good boy

he’s just sosososososoososo in love with you, 

looks at you with hearts in his eyes, as if you hung the stars in the sky and molded the world with your bare hands—as far as he’s concerned, you are his world, his universe, you own his heart and the will to do whatever you want to do to it,

even if you don’t know it yet.

you’re his religion, his god, a higher being that he lives only to please

you’re the one that he’ll get down on his knees for and worship

in whichever way you want that to mean😏

speaking of which though, Hannie would let you do absolutely anything to him,

There’s nothing off-limits or too far, your wants are his wants, your pleasure is his pleasure

And whether it’s the sadistic kind that wants to tie him up and edge him for hours on end, 

or degrade and overstimulate him to tears until he cannot formulate a single coherent word, 

Or more often than not it’s the soft kind that wants to praise him and give him soft kisses, let him ride you while telling him how pretty he is, 

call him a good boy while he’s on a leash at your feet, clad in pretty lingerie for your eyes only

He especially loves it when you call him yours

Your anything, really

Your baby, your good boy, your sweet thing, 

your puppy, your baby boy and your whore 

Your slut, just for you, all for you

He swears his heart skips a beat, body burning up with heat when you touch him, reminding him over and over again

Yours, yours, yours,

no one else can make him feel as good as you do, no one can make him cum as hard or make him lose his damn mind like you do

Yes,

he assures you, clutching at your back, nails digging into your skin as he whimpers out the words

Yes, yes, yes

Only you, no one else, he wouldn’t dream of it, couldn’t even think of it

His legs squeeze around your hips, moans reaching a crescendo as he cums, eyes rolling back, drooling and messy,

whispering the words over and over again like a broken record on repeat

Yours.

Han loves aftercare like no tomorrow,

Cuddling up, curling into your chest and falling quickly asleep is the best feeling in the entire world to him

If you clean him up or bring him water, begin to run a bath for the two of you he’ll completely melt

You’re just so good to him. How could he ever deserve you?

Deserve to be the one lying with his back against your chest, warm water lapping at his skin,

soft gentle hands in his hair, careful not to get any soap into his eyes, 

fingers against his skin, praising and affirming,

So pretty,

so handsome,

so amazing,

Mine.

Shivers run down his spine and he’ll look up at you with wide, wondrous eyes

He doesn’t deserve you.

Doesn’t deserve this.

Not your touch or your love or to be the one with you

But it’s everything to him-you’re everything to him and he’ll be damned if he ever let’s anyone or anything take that away from him

By this point there’s no breaking up with him, it’s simply not possible because once his hooks are in there’s no getting them out

You’re stuck

If you attempt to though you’ll get dramatics to no end

He’s sending you gifts like no tomorrow, begging for forgiveness, promising that he’ll change for you, offering up everything you could every want on a silver platter

texting pictures of himself that he knows you can’t resist, in lingerie and collars and thigh highs and skirts. 

videos of himself jerking off, voice messages of whimpering with squelching in the back, sobbing that he can’t do this without you, 

he belongs to you. 

you own him now and even if you think you've moved on, even if you think that you’re done with him, 

you're not really.

You can’t be

Babygirl’s convinced that you’re the one for him and there’s no way he’s gonna let you go that easily

Not that you’d really ever want to, that of course is just a hypothetical, because why would you ever want to leave him?

But it is fun to play with him a little-of course we all like to be a bit mean sometimes

Plus, he has the prettiest tears you could ever imagine

Eyes wide and glassy, face red as he begs and begs and begs, telling you that he’s the one for you, that he can’t live without you

Eventually all throughout it he’ll inevitably end up getting hard and subconsciously grinding again the closest thing

Which just happens to be your leg

How can you not forgive him then? Or even think of anything else for that matter?

anything except for how he’s rutting against you so desperately, pathetic whines and wanton pleas along with a few more of those pretty tears,

humping you like a bitch in heat, chasing his high with a reckless abandon

He gets really jealous really easily too though so it’s really not hard for him to be convinced that you’re leaving him

He sees you talk to one other person and has already convinced himself that you’ve been having a torrid love affair with them and you’re are planning to dump his ass tonight so that you can run away with them

and he’ll never be able to see you again🙁

Cue possessive baby

Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, glaring at the person and simply asking them to leave

He’s not above a little pda to get them heading off on their way, in fact, he actively enjoys partaking in such activities 

Not a single ounce of shame as he pulls you into a heated kiss, letting out exaggerated moans and whines all the while

To be honest, he’d probably be completely fine with you bending him over the table right in front of the person, little perv would probably enjoy the audience if anything

and be ready to find out the poor person that tried to hit on you at the bar the night before has mysteriously gone missing

Letting out a deep sigh you switch the channel to a different one, looking at the sheepish boy sitting in your lap, so close he’s practically on top of you. “you said you wouldn't do it again, hannie."

"i'm sorry!" he pouts, "but you know that they were getting too close to you! i can't just let people steal you from me!"

you pull him close, nipping at his jaw playfully before landing one hard one, he yelps but the sound melts into a moan. "no one's gonna take me from you sungie, i'm yours and you're mine." 

he turns back to you, an indignant pout still on his lips, making him look so adorably precious. "i wouldn't blame them if they were though. you're so amazing, you wouldn't want you? if i didn't have you the-"

you have to cut him off with a kiss before he starts, before he begins to talk in detail of all of the horrible yet oddly romantic things he'd do in order to win your love.

"there's no need to speculate now baby, you have me already," you tap his nose, smiling at him in a way that has his heart doing somersaults in his chest.

he makes a hmph sound but eats up the attention, asking you to kiss his neck again.

he absolutely adores hickeys and marks, bruises and ‘mementos’ (as he fondly calls them) on his skin, 

The physical evidence of what you do to him drives him insane

Loves the ache the next day, the slight limp and dull pain whenever he sits down, the soreness of his jaw and rasp in his throat

His thighs are so soft and plush and sensitive, so much fun to bite and tease, watching all the while he descends into a gasping mess

He’ll proudly show off hickeys on his neck, purposely wear clothing that’ll highlight them, making sure that everyone knows your business

Especially loves handprints on his neck, begs for you to choke him just so he can look at the mark in the mirror the next morning

And you better bet that as soon as they’re even remotely fading he’s throwing himself across your lap at the end of the day

Lifting his head, putting his neck covered in barely-there bruises on display

It really doesn’t matter what you’re doing at the moment, that’s not important

Not as important as your Sungie at least<3

a/n: i am going to make this a series with all of skz, doing them all separately. i am wondering if i should make a different taglist for this series but idk yet

Can’t stop thinking about bratty sub chan, whining and begging to cum

i was abt to say i can’t see chan being a brat but considering how much he annoys the other members…you definitely right 👀 and the way he’s always tryin to act cute n convince everyone he’s the true maknae? he’s a baby. he’s not even bratty bc he necessarily wants punishment (but u can’t tell me he isn’t a light painslut) he just wants your attention and will throw a fit if he doesn’t get it

i imagine you’re maybe trying to get some work done and he’s bored and needy and you aren’t kissing him enough (how dare!!! he needs a kiss every 10 seconds or he’ll die!!!!) and he’s just bothering you. poking your side, nuzzling into your neck and leaving small pecks, whining and pouting and eventually it leads into a fit. he gets all huffy >.< and you’re definitely endeared but you have work you have to get done and you’ve already had to put it off like 10 times because he wanted attention.

you’re trying to be sweet (because baby loves compliments and being praised even though he gets shy) and calm him down but it isn’t working and he just keeps trying to argue and eventually it causes you to have to use force. the funny thing abt brat!chan is that all it takes is a swift yank of his hair and he’s melting in your hands. his brain turns off, he’s full mush.

and now he’s really gotten himself in trouble because he’s leashed to the table with a vibrator tied to his desperately hard cock while you work. occasionally when he starts trying to fight back, you just press your foot onto his cock, not with intention to hurt but just increase the pressure. make him REALLY start begging. and of course, the rule is he can’t cum until you’re finished with what you’re doing. (you’re at least nice enough to leave the vibrator at the lowest setting, but it’s edging him and it’s torture)

barely 10 minutes in, he’s softly sobbing, rutting into the air, quietly begging. pleading. “i’m so sorry, ma’am (or sir, whichever you prefer!). i’m sorry for being a brat, i’ll do anything. i wanna be a good boy, i-i promise i’ll be good. just please, i can’t take it anymore. need your touch so bad.”

and you just can’t help it. you’ve got a little more to do, but baby’s so pretty when he cries :( you can’t help but take pity on him, cooing at him and kissing away his tears.

“have you learned your lesson, honey?”

“yes, yes! i’ll never bother you when you’re working again, i promise!”

the vibrator comes off, and you reward him with some neck kisses (and bites, god he’d mark up so well) and your soft hands around his cock. it doesn’t take long before he’s making a mess, leaving a small pool of his cum on the carpet. you’ll make him clean that later.

both of you clean up, you give him the aftercare he needs, lots of cuddles and praises and all the kisses he can take and before long he’s fast asleep on your lap. and finally, you can get some damn work done T_T

(this turned out longer than i intended, i always end up wandering off omfg)

You know whats cool? Subby men

You know whats better? Yandere subby men

you know whats even better? Two yandere competitive subby men who are equally desperate for your attention that they have contests against eachother to prove to their mommy/mistress that they are so much better than the other and they deserve all your attention >:)

😦

idk why but i'm imagining hannie and hyunjin with this (maybe bc they're the most needy boys in my head😔)

them constantly trying to one up each other, trying to pick out the prettier lingerie, make themselves look better, tease you to the point where you'd fuck them but not punish them, trying to get with you while the other's out.

even going maliciously as far as to steal the other's phone and block your number, send your calls to voicemail. sabotaging the other with slashed tires so they'd miss their date with you, spill food or drinks on the other's clothing and ruin it.

though they'd never go as far as to hurt each other-they know that you'd be so sad and disappointed and they would hate that more than anything in the world

so in short, they'd be desperate and oh so pathetic in the fight for your attention.

seeing who can do the most romantic (?) gesture (in order to get railed by you)

hyunjin leaving out filthy little drawings he's made of just you and him, books with certain (naughty) pages dog-eared, little notes between paragraphs and sentences annotating as a way of describing the things he wants you to do to him, circling positions and highlighting sentences of dirty dialougue.

hannie leaving you small gifts in the form of sex toys and others of the type, he has enough money and is determined to spend it on buttplugs and cockrings, pretty outfits for either you or him to wear. pictures as well, of himself in compromising positions, urging you to go wherever he is to show him how much you appreciate them.

they delight in getting fucked when the other isn't-in fact they've agreed that they don't want to do shared scenes together entirely for that reason-begging you to take photos or videos of the entire lewd thing and send it to the other.

or even better, getting you to fuck them when the other is out and for them to walk in in the very middle:

hyunjin bent over the cold surface of the kitchen counter. having teased you with wearing absolutely nothing under his apron while making a romantic dinner for you and him to enjoy during date night (the food is burnt and pretty much inedible at this point but that doesn't matter bc he's getting his back blown out). it hadn't helped that he was playing his music, swaying along to the beat, singing along to the words as you sat at the kitchen table, fondly (and hornily) watching him before your patience finally snapped.

he's long gone, crying out your name and covered in evidence your love by the time hannie comes in after a long day of playing video games with felix and lee know, walking in on the entire scene:

hyunjin moaning so loud he could hear it from the front door. his hands gripping uselessly at the countertop while your fingers are threaded through his hair, pulling on it so hard his scalp burns but it's okay because he loves it. doing it all so you can lift his head up and whisper filth into his ear. thrusting into him so hard he swears he can see stars...and see when han walks in, giving him a triumphant smirk before you give an even harder thrust and his eyes roll back.

or,

coming home with a drunk and handsy han-you being equally drunk and handsy after a long night at the bar. he'd been teasing you all night long with a skirt and some thigh-highs, acting on his very best behaviour. that of course meaning that once he's had a single sip of any kind of drink his hands are never leaving your skin and his lips are even looser from the alcohol. he spends all night whispering (which isn't really whispering) dirty scenarios all night long, pleading with you to take him to the bathroom and use him-"quickly-so, so quickly mommy," he pants "jus-just in and out, i'll cum so fast for you, i'll be so so so so good~"

and god forbid that poor uber driver that took you home at the end of the night, having to listen to all of his drunken fantasies and sinful imagery (turns out he's pretty poetic when he's drunk).

coming in and disturbing hyunjin who sits on the couch reading his book by your body pressing han against the wall facing him, kissing and biting anywhere your lips can find purchase. the boy moaning loudly into your ear as his legs wrap around your hips, begging to have your cock/strap buried inside of him, telling you how much he needs to be filled up, he needs it so so so bad. and lastly, before you carry him over, disappearing into his room, han seeming to sober up just enough to smirk at hyunjin.

Can I request reader making sub Hyunjin cum through his pants with just nipple play 🫣

▪︎this is actually terrible I was so tired writing this

▪︎warnings : sub!hyunjin, cumming untouched, nipple play

Minors dni

You think he looks absolutely gorgeous like this. Sprawled out on your shared bed, shirt rolled up just enough to see his nipples.

you tell him if he's good maybe you'd fuck him afterwards.

"you're filthy hyunjin are you really gonna cum this quick?" you taunt while gliding your hand down his pecs.

"a-ah no.." he sighs as you lower your mouth back on his nipples, tugging at the other one.

You can feel him twitch from under you, a wet patch forming in his underwear as you toy with him.

"baby your twitching like crazy, you wanna cum?" Sucking and pinching his nipple Interchangeably.

"please?" he begs, hands trying to find something to grasp onto.

"I've been good I s-swear" letting out a needy moan before bucking his hips into the air.

"Is being good touching yourself while I'm on the phone?" you ask while leaving licks on his right nipple pinching the left.

silence.

"I asked a question didn't I?" You say before biting his nipple

"s-shit y/n please." whines spilling out of his mouth.

You start to mouth at his left nipple, leaving hickies all around the area.

"y/n, stop please." he grabs your neck but you remove his hands.

you gaze up at him before giving it a harsh tug.

"f-fuck I'm cumm-" letting out a string of whimpers and moans, arching up into your mouth. Moans dying down into soft pants.

"that's embarrassing jinnie, cumming from me playing with your nipples?" You fake pout grabbing onto his hips.

"I..." sighing as he looks down

"shh, it's okay. let me suck you off hm?

☘"Want mommy's help"☘

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-warnings-smut, sub seungmin, mommy kink, nipple play, dry humping, innocent minnie😫

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"Seungmin?"

You thought he had been acting kinda strange lately, hes usually not the clingy type of person. Like how he had laid down on top of you and buried his face in your neck, nosing at your skin.

"You doing okay baby?" You rest a hand atop his head. Seungmin lightly shakes his head as you hear a quiet whimper come from his throat, further worrying you that something is wrong.

He starts placing little pecks all over your throat, slowly turning sloppier and needier as he moves to your collarbones.

You'd be lying if you said that it didn't feel good, especially because he never initiates physical contact, but you can't fully enjoy it thinking something is wrong.

You come out of your thoughts and let out a gasp as you feel Seungmin pawing at your chest through the thin tank top you were wearing. After a particularly sloppy kiss to your shoulder you feel his hands tugging at your top, trying to pull it up to have better access but you take his hands in yours.

"Min, whats gotten into you?"

He whines and pouts up at you with glossy eyes, barely keeping his tears at bay.

"Want mommy's help."

You rub a thumb over the back of his hand.

"And what do you need me to do?"

He furrows his brow and frowns at you, getting frustrated with your questions.

"Want this off." He tugs at your tank top once again and this time you let him pull it up, letting him do what he wants.

He pulls it up just enough to latch onto your breasts with his pouty lips, immediately suckling as he lets out a sigh of relief. Seeing him relax makes you feel better and you place your hand on his hair, slowly stroking as you watch his eyes close. You figured he was just stressed and wanted to feel some skin to skin contact at first. Thinking he would calm down in a few minutes and tell you what upset him but he seems to get restless again after a few minutes.

He lets out a frustrated whine, switching to the other nipple and licking it before latching on. You're about to question him again but you let out a yelp as you feel teeth against the sensitive bud.

"Seungmin!"

You scold him and look down to see tears spilling out of his eyes as he releases your nipple and buries his face into your hair.

"It still hurts!" He cries.

All anger towards him for biting you leaves as confusion hits.

"Seungmin, what-"

So focused on him mouthing at your boobs you never noticed the wet spot slowly forming at the front of his pants and rubbing onto your own shorts. You lean your head back against the pillows and let out a sigh.

"Min, let me help you okay? I think I can make it stop hurting." You hold his wet cheeks in your hands and give him a sweet smile.

"Try what you were doing earlier baby."

He sniffles but nods his head like an obedient puppy and starts palming your boobs again before latching onto one.

You move your hands to his hips and angle him so that he is lined up with your core, letting out a quiet gasp as you feel just how hard he is. Slowly, you guide him to rut against you, moaning at the friction against your clit. Seungmin lets out his own whine around your nipple as he sloppily ruts his hips against you.

It doesn't take more than 5 minutes for Seungmin to let out a high pitched moan as he finally orgasms, once again biting your nipple as the pleasure hits.

The random spark of pain sending you tumbling as well.

With the pain finally gone Seungmin quickly falls asleep, suckling on your chest as he dozes off.

You run a hand through his sweaty hair as you fondly look at the innocent puppy sleeping on your chest.