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Yo, sorry for the theme change but I started to not like the Hub look 😅

This is for @thatcucumberwhore who thought an Innie version of my Chanlix thong reaction would be hot so here it be, I got chyu , it might be bad but I got chyu 🩵

Agi Yeou | 아기 여우 | Baby Fox ☺️

"Agi Yeou~ So cute~" You teased the younger, poking his cheek as he tried to push you away but you just got closer.

This back and forth kept happening for awhile until, for Jeongin's sake, you were pulled away by a member of staff calling for you.

It's not that he doesn't like your affection. He loves it, actually, but sometimes he'd like to be seen as an adult, grown man, in front the cameras and as much as he can in front of the members, they're just as bad but they do see him as grown, and you respect that but how could you not tease him and whatnot when you know a little secret of his, that secret being that he's only baby with you, alone, in the cover of night usually.

With the moon being the only source of light, that's when you call him Agi Yeou, Your Agi Yeou, Your Baby fox.

He was grateful you got pulled away, his ears tinged red slightly as he was teased for his nickname, your nickname that the other members have picked up and started using as teasing material, the name that triggers flashbacks and Jeongin can't help but keep his head down as the laces of his boots suddenly became really interesting rather then facing Hyunjin and Minho cooing at him with light giggles.

He stood up, trying to not make it obvious that he was just trying to escape the situation, and walked across the dressing room to distract himself with the drink fridge, succeeding when his thoughts strayed from yours and his nightly endeavors to wether or not he should get you a drink as well and deciding which one.

Someone stepped up next to him and he didn't pay any attention until an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. He looked up slightly, you were still looking at the drink options as if the grip you were applying to his hip didn't exist as you held him close. "Can I help you, Hyung?" "Nope." You said popping the 'p' while still looking at the drinks. You weren't, really, just acting as your fingers were slowly making their way under his shirt until your hand rested on his waist when the side of your hand caught something and your breath hitched.

Jeongin saw, confused until his brain kickstarted and he remembered what he was wearing. Goosebumps rose on his arms as your light touch moved back down until he could feel two fingers slide under the band and he could feel a small movement which was your thumb analyzing the material of the band.

"Jeongin-ah?" Jeongin looked down at his shoes, his hands still fidgeting in front of him from when he was looking over the fridge and he grew nervous. "IN-ah?" He still stayed quiet, not really knowing what to say until thankfully, Felix came over with a camera, filming for Skz-talker. You reluctantly pulled away with a soft grunt and turned to Felix as Jeongin stepped away and walked away to leave the room, telling Chan who asked where he was rushing off to that he was using the restroom before they went on stage.

The entire ceremony. That's how long you had to wait.

He was avoiding you, even while performing he wouldn't make eye contact with you during you twos center stage moment, he didn't complete your heart when you two stood in front of each other. It made you sad but also a little annoyed, why wouldn't he just talk to you? Did he think you were put off by what he was wearing? If you judged the fabric correctly, it was a thong. You wanted to see it, needed to see it now that you have a vague picture of what it could look like.

After getting off stage, taking mic packs off and chugging water, Jeongin declared that he was going to the bathroom again and after waiting a few minutes, you said the same thing, taking long strides so you could get to the bathroom as soon as possible.

Pushing the door open, you're met with Jeongin reaching for the door. You side step into the bathroom, your hand placed on his collar at the base of his neck as you push the door closed the rest of the way and pin the younger to the wall. The air knocked out of Jeongin at the roughness and speed of it all as he looks up into your bright green contacted eyes. "Hyung-" "Shut up." A squeak left him at the harsh tone as he shut his mouth, hands splayed on the wall behind him shaking as he resisted looking away from your gaze.

"Why are you avoiding me?" "I wasn't-" "Yes, you were, don't lie Agi Yeou, remember the last time you lied to me? Now, Why were you avoiding me?"

"I-I...I was afraid..." "Afraid of what?" "Y-You...I-It sounded like y-you didn't like what you found earlier and I-I thought you were disgusted." So you were right.

"What exactly was it that I found, huh?" You asked, keeping your right hand on his collar and moving the other to the wall next to his head. He looked away, a little embarrassed but not because he's cornered and being interrogated, because he's growing warm trapped between you and the wall, your hand inches away from choking him and the faint feeling of your leg near his crotch.

"Agi, What exactly did I find?" He whines, still not looking at you. "Jeongin, you don't tell me, I'll leave you high and dry." You snapped slightly and he broke, he can't handle being left, it sucks, he feels empty and he can't even solve it himself since you've been with him for half as long as Stray Kids has been together and he can't seem to cum on his own.

He mumbles, not wanting to say it aloud but your warmth starts to fade from him and he panics. "A thong! Th-The straps of th-the thong is what you felt..." He whines, squirming in his spot on the wall as you smirk.

Your hands move to his hips and he whines at the loss of your hand near you neck before jumping when you started undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants in order to untuck his top and finally see the straps on his hips more clearly, the flaps of his pants folded out and slightly revealing his growing bulge.

"H-Hyung~ please do something~" Jeongin whines as you just stare, sliding your fingers over the bands before gripping his hips, looking back up and crashing your lips onto his and immediately biting his bottom lip before sliding it past his lips and claiming his mouth.

You swallow his moans and whines, taking a step forward and pushing him further into the wall. Nothing mattered, not even the current group's muffled song outside the bathroom, all that mattered was your Agi Yeou and possibly your quietest quickie yet.

Let's not talk about Chan going to find you two after it being quite some time and immediately turning back around before his hand even touched the door.

I might actually do a full fic on this since I was about to go into full blown fic mode when I was just doing a one shot but be on the lookout, I'm definitely writing this one as a full smut fic.

I hope this is suitable, I realized I made Jeongin possibly really subby and I'm sorry but I'm in my Jeongin zone and it got away from me 😅

《Baby...n-not now...p-please》

[Skz Jeongin, R18 oneshot]

Pairing:  Sub!Jeongin x Dom fem!reader

A/N: Btw he looks so cute in this photo omggg *squeals*

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: Teasing boyfriend Jeongin in the morning.

“Beep beep beep,” the alarm sound resonated throughout the room. You slowly opened your eyes and stumbled your way to find your phone. “What, it's only 6am?” You squinted your eyes at the screen. (Should I go and eat breakfast? Or go back to sleep?) You thought to yourself before turning around to look at Jeongin hugging a plushie, sleeping peacefully. (Hehe, so cute.) Your heart instantly melted at the sight of your adorable boyfriend. (Nah, I'll make breakfast later. How can I resist the temptation to cuddle with him?) You quietly put your hands around his waist, careful to not make a sound. (Mm, so soothing.)

You planted a soft kiss on Jeongin's neck, followed by numerous pecks on his cheek. "Mm," Jeongin stirred in his sleep. (Haha, he's so sensitive.) Suddenly, a naughty idea popped into your head. You eyed Jeongin with a self-satisfied smirk.

You positioned yourself such that your body is hovering above Jeongin’s body. You inched your hand closer to his inner thigh, rubbing in a circular motion with your thumb. Jeongin’s breath audibly picked up as you kept creeping closer and closer to his crotch. (Hmm, still not awake huh? Alright, game on.) 

You proceeded to rub his inner thigh at a greater speed, intentionally avoiding his crotch. This continued for a couple of seconds before a whiny sound escaped from Jeongin’s lips. He forced his eyes open and looked up in surprise and embarrassment. “Baby...w-why are you on t-top of m-me?” He mumbled softly.

“Good morning, babe.” You gave a quick peck on his lips and flicked the tip of his cock. “Ahnn,” he moaned and could feel his cheeks heating up. It surprised him slightly as he didn’t expect to be so turned on by your gesture. You stroked his cock slowly, trying to get a reaction out of him. He shuffled slightly and bit his lips. You held back a smirk, enjoying the fact that he is so vulnerable to your touch. A simple touch.

“Baby...n-not now...p-please,” Jeongin trembled at you shaking his cock faster. You ignored him and continued groping his cock. “It is still m-morning...can I take ahnn~~ a b-break p-please?” He whined loudly and looked at you with puppy dog eyes. However, you ignored his pleas and took his cock into your mouth.

You swirled your tongue around his cock and bobbed your head up and down. “Babe, your cock...is so warm,” you teased. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his face contort in a mix of emotions: pleasure, happiness and lust. (Yup, this is the feeling. The best feeling.)

“B-baby, please stop! Ahnn~ If you move so fast...I’m g-gonna,” he was close to cumming and you could see it. You pitied him but that did not stop you from your plan. You ran your tongue over his tip while your use your hand to play with his balls. Jeongin was seeing stars due to overstimulation. Moreover, tears stained the sides of his face. (This is a sight to see. How can he still be so good-looking even when tearing up?)  

He felt his cock twitch in your mouth, signaling his incoming climax. “CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!!” He yelled loudly. A lopsided grin flickered across your face. Then, you abruptly stopped and removed your mouth from his cock. “Too bad you don’t get to cum.” You smiled endearingly while the poor boy panted. Heavily. 

“Why did you stop!” Jeongin cried out. You wiped the sweat off his forehead and drew circles on his chest. Next, you pinched his nipples and his cock sprang up at your touch. You chuckled, “Heh looks like someone still haven’t had enough fun yet!” Jeongin blushed like a red tomato at your remark.

“Can you…would you…” He was indeed too embarrassed to finish the sentence, yet could not seem to let go of the idea. “Please?”

“Can I what?” You asked, teasing the poor boy a little. You knew clearly what he wanted, but you did not want to let him off so easily.  If he wanted something, he need to beg for it. He buried his face in his arms as his face flushed with embarrassment. “C-can you please fuck me, noona?” You smirked, getting up from his body.

You thought deeply for a moment before rejecting his suggestion. “Hmm, maybe next time! Let’s go have breakfast.” You then proceeded to leave the room, leaving a confused Jeongin behind. 

“B-But I even call you noona! W-WAIT, COME BACK!” He shouted with frustration. “When is next time?” 

You laughed, “You guess.” 

“No fair!” 

(What an eventful morning. Hehe.)

~The end~

Can I ask for a drabble or one shot about sub jeongin getting breed and face fuck (Jeongin will sit on the reader's face but.. if you comfortable, ofc!) by the male reader? ^^ thank you

Have a great day/night!<3

First. Shiiiit, I erased everything.

Hello, sure! You are my first request, and I have never written for Jeongin so I hope this is alright! Feels nice to write out of my comfort zone once in a while lmfao.

I'm just sorry it took so long, I have so much homework and work- I hope you like it! :D

Sub!Jeongin (skz) x Male!Reader Drabble

Warnings: NSFW/Minors dni, pwp, rough sex, unprotected sex (sTay SafE), breeding, anal fucking, established relationship, rimming, blowjob, face-fucking, bit of spanking, I think that's all.

Word count: 907

Jeongin pulled away from his master's cock and gasped. His thighs trembled and twitched as he tried to lift his hips away from his master's face, feeling the knot in his stomach about to snap due to his master's tongue feverously licking into him, but unable to cum just yet.

His efforts were useless, as his master gripped his thighs harder in place, determined to make him cum and disobey the order of not cumming before he fucks him. It just gave his master a reason to fuck him as roughly as he pleased.

Jeongin whines, eyebrows furrowing and eyes closing tight as his master hollowed his cheeks in a sucking motion while the tip of his tongue was still rubbing against that small, unique-textured bump inside of him that had him constantly twitching.

"H-hyung~..." Jeongin was able to say in between moans and pants and sloppy sounds due to the excessive saliva in his hole. "H-hyung... I n-need to c-cum..."

His master just held on tighter to his thighs, tongue rubbing faster against his prostate. Jeongin whined and went back to sucking his master's cock, slowly inching it back into his throat and shuddering when his master moaned into his asshole. When he found it impossible to ignore the need to come anymore, his hips began swiveling in circles, staccato moans vibrating against his master's cock and causing his master to begin thrusting his hips upwards into the warm heat. Jeongin closed his eyes tightly right before he released all over his master's chest.

His high was elongated as his master didn't cease the ministrations on his prostate, but it came to a stop as overstimulation took over him. He whimpered when his master wouldn't cease his thrusts into his mouth either, pushing deeper into his burning throat. He knew better than to stay still and take it until his master asked him to stop.

Jeongin yelped when his master pulled his hair harshly to remove his mouth from his cock and abruptly spanked him hard enough to leave a red imprint of his hand over the skin. Jeongin was finally able to lift up his hips slightly, thighs trembling more than before, panting and throat feeling sore.

"G-get on all fours, pretty foxie" His master ordered while catching his breath. Jeongin did as instructed, climbing off his master's face and positioning himself on his hands and knees over the bed. His master was soon enough behind him, opening the lube bottle and dripping a generous amount right over his hole while holding one of his ass cheeks open. Jeongin sealed his lips when he felt the ice-cold liquid against his entrance. Once he discarded the bottle, he began rubbing the gaping hole with his fingertip in circles.

"Didn't follow the rules..." His master murmured, finger moving away to press the tip of his cock against his entrance, head catching against the rim. He held onto Jeongin's waist with one hand, and with a swift move, he pushed into him. Jeongin nearly screamed at the pressure applied against his hole as it obscenely opened up to give space for his master's girth. After all, he wasn't prepared by more than his master's tongue. He took a few deep breaths, trying to get accustomed to the sudden stretch.

His master pulled out of him until only the head of his cock is once again the only reason to keep Jeongin's hole split, just to snap his hips hard into him.

Jeongin moans loudly as his master keeps up this pace, rubbing against his prostate without mercy with every thrust. His master leans over him, pressing his chest against his back and holding his waist to keep him in position. This gives his master better mobility to speed up his thrusts, and Jeongin's body jolts forward due to the relentless pace. Jeongin is sure his arms have already given out to hold him, but his master's arm securely around his waist kept him up.

Jeongin's staccato moans grow in pitch as his head falls in between his shoulders, throat still bothering him from the previous face-fucking, feeling his release once again approaching as his owner keeps railing him from behind and pressing against his prostate in a torturous way. His back arched involuntarily to try to relieve some of the overwhelming stimulation on his prostate, his master's panting against his ear, but it was useless. Just a few more thrusts and he would be sent over the edge, and his master's thrusts were becoming sloppier, announcing his release was soon too.

This never happened for Jeongin, but he cried out when his master gave a rather harsh thrust, body roughly jolting forward more than previously, and arms finally giving up any strength left. His head fell against the bed, hands curled in fists on each side and upper body leaning forward as his master cummed inside of him.

Jeongin felt him pull out a few seconds after and whined, his release taken from him mercilessly. His master only chuckled behind him in between pants, holding both Jeongin's asscheeks and parting them open, watching as his own cum dribbled out of the abused, pink hole, gaping around nothing.

"I'm not done with you yet, baby, don't worry..." His master said enticed by the sight before pushing his cock into the warm tightness once again slowly as Jeongin let out an elongated moan, his master's cum going back inside too.

Masterlist

saw u reblog a pervy changbin post 😩 spare some pervy skz thoughts maybe 🤲

— skz and perverted thoughts.

sub ! skz ot8 , dom ! gn ! reader 

🏷️ perversion. somnophilia. voyeurism. blasphemy. invasion of privacy. individual scenarios of 8 pining perverts. sorry anon for the late response!

— you’re the reason why bang chan never sleeps.

he knows that neither of you are together…yet. you usually sleep over at his place though, a one-bedroom apartment with an uncomfortable couch, so you’re forced to sleep next to him. chan never tells you this but he gets hard every night you sleep over. he refuses to admit—no, he will never admit that he gets hard to the idea of you sleeping soundly next to him, in nothing but your sleepwear. 

chan constantly thinks about waking you up from your sleep after you’ve taken your clothes off. chan knows that you sleep without underwear — he watched you slip into your pants without putting anything under — and he wants your bare skin on his. he hasn’t seen your eyes fluttered shut in slumber since you two face away, but he thinks about how you could dominate him with the mere awakening of your irises. he wants to shock you so that you can shock him back. chan wants to feel your heavy breath on his heavier exhales instead of the gentle sighs he so desperately wants to wake. he wants to grind on your legs, dig his face in your neck, and whine as you take care of him while half-awake. 

but no, he can’t have that, he can never have that, so he fantasizes. stroking his cock, once, twice, thrice, four times, while you count your sheep to slumber at the same pace.

— minho feasts on whatever eye candy you are.

he can only keep to himself for so long, staring from the chair opposite yours. he’s too dignified; minho hasn’t made his feelings clear with himself, let alone you, so he can’t do much. all he can do is look from a distance. stare. drill his eyes into every single inch of your smooth skin until his pupils dilate. fuck, you’re just his type. oh god, you’re so close yet so far. 

and he wants you to be close. close the physical distance. close in on the friendship and become something more. close, moan “minho, i’m so close.” he wants to have you cum on him, finally let yourself go after ruining him to the point he’s writhing and crying under you. after staring at your hands intertwined with your best friend’s, he realized so badly that he wants your hands on his neck, knocking the wind out of his system. choke him until he wiggles and begs wordlessly for breath—or for more? he can’t tell. he’d be willing to give up the act of being so stuck-up around you and offer a rare sight that only you can see. but no.

the only sight you see of him is a good friend zoning out. minho looks so distant but he’s there, fantasizing, daydreaming about your body, how fucking good you would sound while praising him. you’re so distant, yet you’re right there, like a mere feast for his eyes, but he wants you to eat him alive, feast on him the same way.

— it’s only you who can distract changbin.

your voice echoes through his head. changbin can’t focus on anything else and his vision tunnels. you’re the light at the end of it.

you told him off numerous times to do his job right. it had been a bad day and he tried to sympathize with you — but getting turned on from being scolded doesn’t count. he can’t help the thought of being told to shut up before being called all sorts of names. he daydreamed about getting pounded on the desk, the chair—maybe the floor, where you can ride and degrade him? he wants your fitted suits discarded alongside his. changbin just wants you to lose it on him, use him to let every drop of anger out, slap him, mark him, spit on him, use him. show your true colors instead of acting polite. break in front of him the way he breaks beneath you.

suddenly, you tapped his shoulder, then his screen, sternly reminding him to “get the fuck back to work, darling.” he’d shift his legs to hide his painful and leaking erection.

the cycle continued. you’d scold him, he’d get too horny to function, making you scold him again until it was only the both of you in left the office working overtime. it’s so wrong, getting off on your emotions that you almost can’t control. but damn it, your voice is too pretty, he wants to hear it scream, tell him off, again and again.

— you made hyunjin question everything.

the search bar has “friend walked in on me masturbating.” hyunjin can’t believe he typed that. it’s so unlike him to search for things that weren’t substantial, but maybe self-discovery is just as important. you aren’t watching anymore. but the question just…doesn’t quite cut it. 

he types again. “friend walked in on me masturbating but i liked it.” the results are dubious, some suggesting that it’s normal. some are porn videos — he watched as a lean, tall man got pinned down by another person, getting punished by someone peeping on him. he’s deleting the words key per key, tapping backspace until he’s on the last few letters. “i think i like my friend.” no, he already knew that long ago. “i want to fuck my friend.” no, he’d been fantasizing about that for years. you’re the reason why he masturbated in the first place, thinking of how you could ruin him, fuck his mouth with your crotch, drain him of his cum, fucking his own release back into himself. holy shit, hyunjin, that’s so bad, so bad…

“i want my friend to fuck me.” bingo. but not quite — he just can’t remove the image of your shocked, flustered face, the way you went all red, the way you hesitated and panicked. did you like what you saw? because his dick does.

hyunjin types again. “voyeurism kink guide.”

— jisung shouldn’t get too excited over you.

shock was written all over his face when he found out you liked him back, that you rejected your other best friend all because of him. imagine him riding the highs of the validation, basking in the image of you two being a couple. he loved that you saw nobody else but him.

imagine him riding his pillow to chase his high of release, basking in the image of that plush material being your lower half instead. he loved that you fucked nobody else but him.

maybe he got too pumped over the wrong things. shutting the door behind him and refusing to eavesdrop any longer, he shoved his pants down, frantically freeing his hard cock, and thought of you. you, possessive, in love with him as he was with you. jisung wanted you to own him, make him yours. he wanted to be shoved in between your arms and held up on the wall first before plummeting to the bed, whining and crying nothing but your name. he wants to forget his own. he wants the hands of his longtime crush to crush him and leave his ass bruised and his back arched.

he’s filthy. jisung stared at his hands, coated in cum that won’t stop flowing, wondering if you’re cool dating someone whose first thought about you was sex. sex with feelings, he swears, but he huffs and keeps going, overstimulating himself.

— it was you and a train ride felix couldn’t stand.

he was trying to read the tale of orpheus and eurydice, standing in the moving train, but he ripped his eyes off his book the minute you stood in front of him. stunning, amazing. curse god for making the train cramped today, his erection kept brushing against your legs.

felix felt fire surge between his legs as he took a whiff of your scent, an alluring aroma making its way down his system. you looked like a dream, like a doll that god herself sculpted out of love. he wanted to get a taste of you. he wondered if this is what couples in public transport felt like, dragging their hands down each other, feeling the other up through and under the layers of clothing. how much could he leak when one of your fingers traces down his v-line? felix wondered about the thrill of getting caught, the thought of whimpering just a little too loud for other people to hear, to shift his legs in the wrong way, hitting the wrong person, alerting everyone of your lewd antics. but why, why did he want you to do this to him?

you stood tall until you didn’t, losing balance on him. you thanked felix for catching you, but you didn’t turn his direction for long. like orpheus, he followed you, his eurydice: he can’t let you face him after everything he imagined. he tried not to drool and stared at the back of your head, hoping to only see your face after the train ride.

— seungmin’s the sinner you shouldn’t forgive.

was it his fault if you locked eyes with him first? he looked at the altar and scanned the image of the deity before him, questioning his morals, a feeling he hadn’t felt ever since he kept a penny to himself in first grade. 

he heard you chant in the pew beside him. “i offer my body to you.” he heard you say it, over and over, parts of your body folding into prayer position. you were hypnotizing to witness. seungmin couldn’t help but eye down your irresistible features, watched the glow from the lights hit your face and body in just the right way. he wanted to touch you, a living statue, and he wanted to put a show in front of the altar. he wanted you to ruin him, his upper half hunched over the head of the kneeler. or maybe he wanted to kneel in front of you as he took you in his mouth, tasting every bit of you, licking every drop of your essence as if it were holy water.

you were a fallen angel. sent from the clouds down to the earth to test his temptation, and he was giving in. but you weren’t a messenger, you betrayed your god, and you indulged in his sin, never forgiving him, damning him to the flames of lust for an eternity. he’s gross, but you’re an angel, and he’s chanting his prayer:

“corrupt me, corrupt me, corrupt me, i surrender myself, my body and life, all to you…”

— you should put jeongin where he belongs.

he’s insecure. for the first time in the decade-long relationship, he’s insecure about his place in your commitment. jeongin wasn’t sure if you loved him that much.

that was, until he “accidentally” found your journal entries. he also “stumbled upon” the messages you wrote about him to your friends. he remembered this thrill, similar to the time in the early stages of your relationship where he’d snoop on things such as your plush toys, shirts, underwear…he got a bottle of your perfume just to spritz it on his pants, pretending you were jerking him off from below.

now here he was, surfing through your written words about how much you loved jeongin. you truly loved your boyfriend — but nobody was like him, fucking into his own hand while seeing you gush over him in your friend’s messages. he wanted you to gush all over his cock, his body, his face, only to slap him and scold him, forcing your arms on his cheeks to make him face you in fear. he wanted you to stop him from dealing with your stuff, telling him to mind his own things — exactly the same way you found out he was messing with your underwear before.

jeongin’s thinking please, just please, put me in place, don’t make me go anywhere else, i’ll never doubt you again. i’ll drown in you.