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guys if i had a dick i would go crazy like i don't think i'd be able to stop jerking off it's literally so easy u just go up and down and boom u cum AN D U CAN ACTUALLY SEE THE CUM !!!!! i also think i'd be hard all the time um
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Okay I need to know if someone else thinks this could be hot…
Sooooo reader and Chan are watching porn for some reason, maybe to learn something new to try or something, and he starts getting ideas and he moves to start eating reader out or fingering, but you can’t look at him a bad what he’s doing?
“Don’t watch me, watch them.”
And you can’t cum until one of the people you’re watching does?
“Don’t you dare cum until she does.”
I DUNNOOOO COULD JUST BE MEEEEEEE
Anyways 🫣
HELLEOSOOOS ADJAKAKA channie who sits behind you, his firm chest pressed against your back, his mouth pressing hot, wet kisses along your neck as he rubs your swollen clit in circles🥹
I THINK the reason why he may put on porn for the two (you) of you to watch is so he gets an idea of what you like and whether your kinks align with his in case you’re too shy to tell him :( if chan’s fingering you and notices that your tight little cunt clenches around his digits every time the actress is slapped in the face or manhandled, he’d tease u smmmm
“did you like that, baby?”
“you want daddy to do the same to you, hm?”
also, don’t think for a second chan is watching the porn or paying any mind to the actors, not when he can cum to the sight of you alone!!! you’re his porn!!!
btw guys just wondering, would u guys be hurt if ur partner watched porn while they were together w u ?? :0
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I GOT SUCH A BANGER RN AND I HAVE TO SPILL
GOTH FELIX.
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Who in skz do you think has the best cum
MINORS DNI
Hmmm.. im gonna say either chan felix or bin
Chan
I feel like his cum is enough to fill a shot glass and a half maybe two. It’s got that good thickness to it and is hot too you can feel where it is inside. I feel like its sweeter than most cum too.
Felix
His is kind of runny, but it’s still a decent amount of cum. Possibly slightly more than chan’s. Just as hot as chan’s but sweeter. It’s the sweetest cum you could taste.
Bin
His cums thick as fuck. Less than the others probably only one shot glass in amount but it’s warmer. It’s almost so hot it’s uncomfortable. His cum is more salty than sweet.
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「Screw It」 · Masterlist
SYNOPSIS
➥ Being a closeted adult webtoon artist means living a double life at your ultra-judgmental college. Just when you're seeking new inspiration material, the annoying dude at your Visual Rhetoric class lets slip that he is a virgin.
Oh, this is gonna be good.
※ This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only.
➥ Bang Chan x afab reader — College AU, Enemies to lovers, RomCom
➥ The author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to proceed at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.
➥ Reader discretion advised — Adult themes; references to lookism, (kink)shaming, and shallow perspectives; trust and intimacy building, strong language, explicit sexual content, sexual deviance, graphic fantasizing, fetishism.
➥ Public content: Only requires a free reader account on Ream. See guide here.
CONTENT · 「Loading」
• Chapter 1: TBR
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「© 2021-2024, R. C. Skye · No translations, rewrites, or reposts permitted」
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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ . . . FAKE TEXTS ! NEEDY STRAY KIDS !
PAIRING: OT8 X READER
WARNINGS: swearing, nsfw, sexting, blurred semi-nude pic included
ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ꩜⋆ hi, my name is iris ! i write for stray kids and i am a mostly nsfw blog. if you plan on following me, please note that my blog is 18+. i hope you guys like this ! feel free to give feedback and reveal your thoughts in my inbox <3
© WEGC, 2023 ★
#the changbin one GDHFHDHHD#bang chan smut#lee minho smut#lee know smut#seo changbin smut#hwang hyunjin smut#han jisung smut#lee felix smut#kim seungmin smut#yang jeongin smut#stray kids smut#binsito likes!
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what are some tropes, members etc that i should writeee? i wanna really write a full fic and there are some ideas i have but i like hearing peoples thoughts
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If you are still taking suggestions can you pls write one for changbin manhandling you? It's really been stuck in my head thx
CHANGBIN MANHANDLINGYOUUUUU my favoriteeee he's so hot and sexy and yum and i would do anything in the world to have him fold me like a pretzel ♡♡
he's generally very sweet, very gentle and caring but he can't help that he's so strong! he's gotta put those big arms to use sometimes!
you're just so pliant to his touch.. he'll bend you any way he pleases and he knows you'll be good to him. folding you over the sofa and keeping your head down with his tight grip, holding you up while he fucks you, carrying you over his head while he sucks on your clit.
anything to show off how big and strong he is.
but on the days you choose to be bad, protesting when he throws you over his shoulder to go upstairs - he knows exactly how to fix you.
he'll carve his cock deep inside of you with your legs throw over his shoulder, thick fingers wrapped around your throat as he chokes moans out of you. he presses tightly but the restriction makes your cunt suck him in further.
your vision blurring with tears and pleasure as his cock bulges inside of you.
"when binnie says he wants you naked for when he gets home, he means it.
now i have to go through all the trouble of disciplining you after having to take off your clothes." he shakes his head, curls sticking to his forehead as he huffs.
and when he flips you over, taking you from behind as he grips a fist full of your hair - you swear you feel your vision blacking out. he arches your back as he tugs on your hair, yelps leaving your lips at the slight sting. his heavy hands leaving sharp spanks on your ass, fingers reaching forward to pinch meanly at your poor clit and nipples. tugging and rolling them between his fingers.
but in typical binnie fashion, he always makes sure to kiss your cheeks and cradle you in his warm embrace to let you know he's not really mad at you and that he loves you dearly. that you're his favorite baby ever and that he wants to make you feel good.
please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito
#skz hard thoughts#binsito#skz smut#stray kids smut#changbin smut#changbin x reader smut#seo changbin x reader
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my dream as a fanfic writer is to write a story which people want to talk to me about and send asks about afterwards and discuss things the characters did and the symbolism and meanings behind certain lines and I'll be all "hehe thanks" but irl I'll be in literal tears because I wrote something that means something to someone
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mimo telling u to finger yourself after he finishes cumming inside you??;?;??@?@!! he would be so degrading watching u play with urself with his cum inside of you!!
“c’mon, play in it,” he huffs, slinking up to your side. your pussy is still stretched from his cock, cum slicking down to your asshole and onto the sheets. he’s still jerking his cock, only half hard but messy with cum and pink with sensitivity. “play in your mess, kitty, c’mon- ah- ah, hurts, y’fucking-“
“‘s your mess,” you slur, eyes rolling back into your head. “your mess, you made it, you-“
“your slutty fucking pussy made me do it, baby,” he moans when your fingers swirl around your clit, wet and messy and unprecise. “your pussy made me fucking bust, kitty.”
#this is so......#binsito likes!#want this so bad!!!!!!#leeknow smut#leeknow x reader#lee know#lee know x reader smut
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THIS ISN’T WHAT FRIENDS DO.
PAIRING! best friend!felix x reader
SUMMARY: you're friends- duh! best friends are close to each other, even if this could be... too close. still, no one can really blame you! that chocolate was far too good anyways.
REQUESTED! here by @lemon-va, who had a spicy kind of good idea, so, sorry it took so long, sweetness, but i hope u like it! <3
CW: convenient minsung strikes again. fluffy smut! mentions and use of aphrodisiac chocolate, use of petnames: princess, darling, pretty, oral sex (f & m rec.) + mentions of protected piv sex (as everyone should!), fluffy aftercare, and I think that's all!
WC: 3.1k
A/N! TYSM FOR THIS, COULD FINALLY FIND AN EXCUSE TO USE THEE DLC FELIX PIC, LMAO
[🔸☆🌆☆🔸]
He smells like home.
It’s the first time you find yourself reeling in the feeling of his hands, one around your waist, and how perfectly you fit cuddled against Felix’s chest, your eyes fixated on him as he focuses on the TV series you both were watching together.
You probably shouldn’t feel as giddy about it as you do. It’s definetely a more-than-friends action. And that’s not what Felix and you have.
He’s just your best friend.
He’s the type of friend that back hugs you, either if it’s because he wants a hug or because he ‘thought you looked like you needed one.’ The type of friend that has ultimately stopped using your name to talk to you, finding pet names under the rocks just to see you giggle. The type of friend that will always have a door or window open for you, having built a kind of trust that allows him to get closer and closer without any tuts, actions like tenderly wiping the excess of that brownie he gave you off the corner of your lip, tilting your chin with a soft touch of his fingers, then licking the chocolate off his thumb.
You can’t focus on the ways his eyes shine brighter, holding too many stars, having some of them pose as freckles on his skin. Can’t even start to listen to your friends or his flatmates when they start rambling about how his smile widens everytime you enter in a room, or how you’re the only one that has the power of making him pause his games, and even the online ones, which are impossible to pause, meaning he turns off league for you.
But, that just… no. You can’t allow yourself to hope so foolishly, right? It wouldn’t be fair. Not for you or him. Does that even make sense?
Before you spiral down to an unhealty amount of overthinking your feelings for him, he’s moving underneath you, his hands craddleing your face.
“You’re not paying attention, silly.” He teases with a cute grin, pausing the show. A thought flashes through your head, and you have to hold back to not wipe his smile off by planting your lips on his.
“Sorry,” you blush and smile sheepishly, but he brushes it off with another blinding smile of his, his eyes like crescent moons. “Feeling kind of sleepy,” you mumble softly.
He takes his phone from his back pocket, moving his hips with you still laying on him in a swift action that has you blushing even more. You mentally shake your head.
These thoughts needed to stop before your face reaches the the tomato-red level… meaning: now.
“It’s barely 6pm.” He’s just pointing it out, and then licking his lips, thinking about how to word what he wants to say. “You shouldn’t drive… It’s too dark. We can steal Seungmin’s pillow, cause he’s off at Hyunjin’s for tonight, and you can sleep in my room.”
Felix’s smile could make you do anything.
“Sure. That sounds nice.” You know you’re using the sleepyness to your advantage when you hide your head on the crook of his neck, moving and streching your body like a kitten, and you humm against his soft skin. “No need to steal Seungmin’s pillow. You’re my pillow now.”
And you both take it as a joke, but if he could just say that he wanted to, it would’ve never been a joke.
“C’mon, pretty.” He cutely ushers you off him, and starts heading to the kitchen, your footsteps following his, grabbing the almost-forgotten popcorn bowls, now empty.
He opens the fridge, grabbing water for the two of you as you leave the bowls in the sink. You sit on top of the counter with no thoughts behind, sipping the water calmly.
You never could’ve guessed that the silly little question that was going to come off of your lips would unexpectedly change the whole night.
A 180° spin, started by your sleepy voice pointing to a bowl with some kind of plastic paper over it.
“What’s that?” You asked softly.
Felix just shrugged, taking the bowl and quickly discarding the plastic.
“Looks like chocolate?” And he frowned, struggling to remember something. It felt important, and it kept itching the back of his mind. “I think that Minho and Han made it a bunch of hours ago.”
You smiled. “Then it must be good. Minho is one hell of a chef,” you laughed, and took a small piece from the several stack of round, coin-like bits.
Instinctively, Felix picked one too, taking a bite at the same time as you, and you both were surprised by its flavour.
“Shit, that’s better than I imagined,” you muttered, frowning at the chocolate piece in your hand, as if it could give you all the answers regarding its taste. “Didn’t expect it to be black chocolate.”
Felix snickered, picking another one. “You do look like a white chocolate enthusiast.”
You gasped, faking offense, a hand to your chest and the other in the bowl, picking another piece. “Excuse me?!” You couldn’t help but smile cheekily. “White chocolate isn’t even chocolate.”
Felix frowned in response, a goofy smile on his face. “Yes it is.” He pointed out, munching at his third or fourth piece. “That why it’s called white chocolate, baby.”
You shook your head vigorously, too invested in the silly discusion to process how that nickname made you feel. “But it doesn’t have actual chocolate on it! It’s just milk and sugar!” You argued as you munched on your sixth piece.
You were about to take another one, but his soft hand stopped you.
“Wait. How many did you take?” He shot a toothy grin at you.
You snorted.
“Shit.” You both said, sneakily smiling, almost like a pair of small children that got away with a lie.
Felix giggled with you, quickly putting back the plastic cover on the bowl and leaving it on its place. As if nothing had happen.
Little did you two know.
“I call dibs on showering first!” Felix cackled.
[🔸☆🌆☆🔸]
Different types of questions bursted in your mind. They should have been easy to answer.
Questions like why and how.
It wasn’t just something that could happen randomly. Not as intense as right now. Because your whole body was burning up like it had been lit up in fire, desperate for any kind of relief.
And so you just stood there, inside Felix’s shower, unable to get out and dress in some random pj’s he lend you because you were soaking wet.
Why were you this horny? No fucking idea.
How on Earth were you this horny? Still no fucking idea!
It could’ve been five or maybe ten minutes that you spent resting your back against the cold tiled wall in his shower, splashing cold water onto your red cheeks, hoping to cool off.
And you consider several options in that moment, only one seemingly effective: to run away, change your name and fly to Spain.
Because Felix had just knocked on the door.
“H-hey.” His tone of voice feels different. “Are you good in there?”
Felix, Felix, Felix.
You feel a pool of arousal forming in your lower belly.
You shake your head almost fiercely. What the fuck is happening? This is so weird. Could it be that you just fell asleep on Felix’s chest and this was all a really strange dream?
He knocks on the bathroom door again.
“D-darling?”
Fuck, shit, fuck.
“Yes?” You answer, a high-pitched tone that makes you cringe.
“I-I uh… I s-screwed up.”
His tone of voice feels weak and soft, almost traced with guilt.
You frown, taking the towel and surrounding your body with it, tucking it and making it stay on, like a robe.
Leaning closer to the door, you sigh softly. “What’s wrong, Lix?”
You could hear him breathing heavily behind the door. A merely two to five steps away.
“Can I… open the door?”
Your eyes widen at his words. And you know its not the most inteligent decision you could make right now, but you bite your lip and open the door.
“S-shit.” Felix mutters, his eyes glued to your body, his face and ears crimson red.
You force your eyes to look at his face, and not at the seemingly painful bulge on his pants.
“S-so…” he takes his hands to his forehead, and passes a hand through his hair. “The chocolate we had… that uh… Minho and Jisung made…”
You blink at him, trying to process his words when your dizzy and fuzzy brain is sending you other ideas.
“And I don’t know how much we actually had…” he’s stressed out, rubbing his eyes, grasping for any sort of remaining concentration that his body could have. "Normally one or two pieces could have a small effect, but still..."
“Wait. It can’t be…” you mumble, slowly arriving to a conclusion.
And then your eyes lock with his.
His pupils darken.
You wouldn’t know who got close first, but your feet step towards him like metal to a magnet.
It's only when his lips grace yours that you move apart and face down. You're flustered, you want to cry and this whole thing is a mess. But then felix gently grabs your chin. He lays his forehead on yours, before planting a loving kiss on it.
"We're gonna do something, ok?” He mutters gently, stroking your face, and your body threatens to melt under his touch. He goes inside his bathroom and picks two random scrunchies near the sink, tenderly taking your hand and settling one on your wrist. Your hands interlink, matching hairtie bands working like a highlight on this situation.
Your glazed eyes lock with his again.
"As long as this is on your wrist, there's no consequences." He takes your hand and kisses the back of it, making your body shiver. "And after this is over, we'll… go back." There's a weird shadow in his eyes when he finishes that sentence.
As if he didn't want to go back to just friends.
"Felix, I don't know if I..." You hesitate, because for god's sake, you love him. And spending the night with him would not help dimming those feelings. What if it hurt more? What if...?
"Please." He's begging, his lips barely hovering over yours, so kissable, so tempting.
And then you break.
Because for a moment you were looking at him, but now you're not... instead, you lean forward and you plant a soft kiss on his lips. And it's all you both need to unravel.
You link your arms around his head and pull him further towards you, locking your lips with him as he moans, now muffled by how you fiercely kiss him, and he pushes your body against the wall, your towel slipping downwards with ease.
Felix's eyes grow imposibly dark with lust, and he grunts at the sight of your curves. Even if you close your eyes due to the intensity of all this, you can still feel him everywhere, the fresh smell of shampoo lingering on his soft hair.
He kisses the air out of your lungs. "I knew you were beautiful." He bites you lower lip, his hands traveling down your body, allowing you to halfly grasp how down bad he seems. "I told you so."
And you can't fathom the fact that he can still tease you in situation like this, but your whole mind is dizzy, there is lava running through your body where Felix touches, and you can't help but moan at his words.
"F-felix." You whimper, only after he starts peppering kisses to your cheeks, your neck, and its when you feel he's slowly kneeling on the floor for you that your hands travel to the back of his head.
"F-fuck, darling." Felix pants heavily. "That sound." His kisses on your belly and thighs start to leave red marks behind. "It's going to kill me."
He’s crazy. And you’re crazy too, because even when his mouth is deep between your legs, his tongue running between your folds, and only loud, almost desperate moans echo around the room.
Fingers tickle up the back of your thighs, his hands hungrily pulling you to him, as he eats you out like he’s been craving for you for ages.
You’re a wreck. A writhing, moaning, shaking wreck, and you can only close your eyes tught and lean into the wall behind you for support, because if not, your legs would definetly give out.
Your hands sink into Felix’s hair for something to hold on to, and a satisfied groan rumbles in his throat, the butterflies on your stomach turning to beasts.
One of his hands moves from your legs, and you flutter your eyes open, finding his gorgeous face staring at you, your arousal all over his lips and chin. His beatiful brown eyes are locked into yours, watching you closely as he slides a finger inside.
It’s game over for you when he goes back with his mouth, your hands tugging harder at his hair as you whimper. “Felix…!”
You can’t even form the second sentece as you cum, everything tingling and throbbing when you moan loudly, pleasure and heat flooding your entire body.
Felix removes his finger and mouth, leaning back so he can look at you properly, wearing the most drunk and fucked-out expression you’ve ever seen as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, not once breaking eye contact.
Before either of you can even say anything, he stands back up again and kisses you. It’s not fierce or has any of the urgent feeling that it had last time, instead, it feels like a soft crash, messy, a kiss that allows you to taste yourself on him.
He turns the both of you and you find the bed sooner than expected, falling on top of him.
It’s before he can do anything that your hands travel under his sweatpants, and he trembles under your touch.
“Oh, darling...” Felix whimpers, melting to putty in your hands, both figurative and literally. “Y-yes, just like that.” He knows that you’ve ruined him for good, forgetting about the scrunchie on his wrist.
And you forget about it too, sinking him deep in your mouth.
It’s only when he starts tetiching and writhing that he stops you, and in that moment, your body conects back to your mind. You’ve never gone this far before, not with anyone.
“Felix.” You mutter, your voice hoarse. “I’ve… never… you know.”
His eyes grow wide.
“You’ve never had sex before?”
He’s not shaming you for it. He’s confused, because he had been jealous over your boyfriends who he thought got to have you, and he’s growing more aroused, because a small voice in his head is telling him that he can be your first.
“N-no…” he coos at you, kissing you softly.
But you know there’s no one you could trust with this more than him.
“Let me show you what you’ve been missing out on,” and your breathing turns even heavier. “Let me treat you like the princess you are.”
He takes out a condom from his drawer, swiftly rolling it down his length.
Felix kisses your cheeks, helping to ease the tension. Your hands link together, and even if you still have the scrunchie on your wrist, none of you realize that Felix’s scrunchie is no longer on his wrists, but had fallen down to the floor.
“It can hurt a little. But I’m here. It’ll be ok, darling.”
You nod, kissing him softly.
[🔸☆🌆☆🔸]
You can’t help but feel shy when he cleans you up.
It’s slightly awkward, because none of you know how whatever you were was going to work now.
You would never be able to forget this.
He sinks back into bed, his hand laying on your waist, and with a huff, his breathing settles, calming down.
You eyes are locked on his gorgeous face, and now that you’ve kissed him, you can’t help but peck him softly again.
The scrunchie in your wrist bothers you, and you throw it away.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper, your hand traveling to his cheek, stroking it. “I love you.”
But his eyes flutter open, and he grins like a fool at you, launching his body back over yours.
He’s giggling like a madman, peppering kisses all over your face.
“Felix!” His hair tickles you, and you start to laugh too.
He stops, pinning your arms to the sides of your face, and kisses you lovingly.
“I love you too.”
It’s only after you both wake up, afterglow clear on both of your faces that when Minho and Jisung come back from the younger’s place, his eyes grow wide at both of you.
“You guys took what?!!”
~Kats, who now fears someone will find out that she googled how aphrodisiac chocolate works.
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I keep seeing those videos where the women flash the guy mid argument & was wondering how you think skz would react to that?
jeongin gives me.. wide eyes and a slow smirk and he’s not hearing anything else because boobies
jisung turns into a blushing n stuttering fool
chan is “hey! hey hey! why would you do that to me???” all whiny and trying to shield his eyes but ultimately forgets what he was saying because now he kind of wants to fuck
changbin is not distracted, have some principles u vixen!!! but he actually is distracted but he also does not wanna lose
minho continues the argument while staring at your tits
felix just blinks because he’s not sure what just happened
seungmin? king of being unfazed. it’s the autism.
hyunjin pulls an uno reverse because seeing ur tits for two seconds gets him mega hard and now ur both gawping stupidly like fish
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the way fanfiction is posted on this site and others may give people the impression that because it's free, it's free to use. it isn't. i'm deciding to share it with you for free. just because i've made the choice to do that doesn't mean i'm GIVING it to you. i own it. i'm letting you read it, but i own it. you don't have the right to do anything with it at all without asking me for permission first. it's my property, my intellectual property. do not repost, translate, or do anything with my writing or any other person's writing without them giving you explicit permission.
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silly little promises.
SUMMARY: unspoken promises to stay away from your brother’s best friend might work for some, but not when kim seungmin is said man.
WC: 3.1k
CW: mentions of smoking weed, shotgunning, mentions of (fake)enemies to lovers?, slight pain kink?, use of “puppy, darling, beautiful, master”, fingering (f rec.), protected piv sex, (slight meanie?) hard!dom!seungmin, + artistic liberties regarding use of cursive because yes, and I think that’s all, folks!
PAIRING! smoker!seungmin x reader
[☆★🚭★☆]
Kisses in New Year meant nothing.
You wouldn’t have said this a month ago. Not in a chance, considering you and your loving boyfriend were stepping together into 2024.
Or. Well. You were going to.
Because when you turned around to face your boyfriend in midnight, he wasn’t there. You thought he was in his apartment, resting with a cold.
Oh, no.
He was a couple people behind you.
With someone else.
“Well, if it isn’t the queen of the party.” A low voice greeted cheekily.
You shoulders tensed up slowly.
“You shouldn’t smoke, you know.” You snickered, smiling politely at the silhouette that was leaning against the fence in the terrace.
That sentence you said was as empty as words could be.
Years after years, as someone who wasn’t really close to their family, the only moment you saw each of your close relatives was in events, like weddings and funerals. Or, in this case, New Years. Yet, for some reason, Kim Seungmin could —and would— always tag along.
Always next to your brother, Felix and him were attached to the hip. And, despite the fact that you had known him ever since you had memory, you needed that sentence, because it would secure a reaction in him.
He would roll his eyes. Like how he had done just now.
And usually, he would do that and go fetch your brother, dropping the ciggarette in the terrace of his shared appartment, stepping on it, staining the stone just slightly each time.
“Well, my grandmother got to live a hundred years.”
Huh? Your eyebrows shot up, almost innocently.
You fidgeted with your rings, hands gripping the fence in the terrace. As a seven-store building, you thought maybe you could focus on the small-looking mundane views.
Maybe like that, he’d go.
But he wasn’t leaving. He dared to get closer, in fact. And that shouldn’t be happening. You bit your lip. You needed to remember the one promise you had intended to keep.
Then your breath hitched, not only because his slender fingers brushed against your cheek, but because you remembered who you had promised that to. To that cheater ex-boyfriend of yours. And, cigarette in between his lips, pink and soft to the eye, Seungmin tucked a stray hair behind your ear, and you grasped the fence with force, your knuckles white.
“I can’t trust a man like that.” Your ex had said long ago, struggling to justify himself as to why you shouldn’t get too close to Seungmin. “He looks at you… differently.”
“You know how she did that? How she got to live up to a hundred?” The man in question asked in a low voice, tempting you to go forward, to break the unspoken promise of you not going close to each other.
“Smoking?” You muttered humourlessly, licking your lips, staring at his.
Seungmin snorted. “Oh, no, puppy.” Your entire body shivered. Blinking, slowly, not daring to believe what was happening before your eyes.
But it was real. And you knew it because Seungmin suddenly grasped your cheeks with one hand.
“Minding her own damn business.” He smirked, blowing the smoke on your face.
You started coughing, and hesitated as if to push him away and leave, slam the door close and celebrate New Year somewhere else instead of a party filled with friends of others.
“But I think,” he smiled slyly, bringing you back from your thoughts as he licked the small piercing in his lip. “I think you should try it.”
Your eyes widened at his words, your mind wandering away. Would the piercing be cold? How would it feel on his lips?
How would it feel against yours?
“S-smoking?” You let out in a huff, feeling heat creep up your body. He nodded.
“But…” doubt tinted his tone, his hand not leaving your chin, the grip uncomfortable at first but now relaxing against your skin.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so difficult to break that old promise.
Not when Kim Seungmin was related. And not when what you had promised meant not getting… acquainted with him.
After all, he had to make you regret it, right?
“Problem is… I only have this one.” He stated, waving the lit cigarette in his hand. “Unless… you don’t mind sharing.”
He had to make you regret that, for once, you had chosen that sad excuse of a man over him.
Your mind started to turn fuzzy, feeling Seungmin’s lean figure slowly cage you against the fence, his free hand sneakily heading to your waist, stroking down ever-so-slowly to your hip.
Biting your lip, you forced yourself to stop looking at his face, and threatened to burn marks on the necklace that creeped from between the top buttons of his black shirt.
Your cheeks heated up again.
“So, what’s it gonna be, huh?” He scoffed funnily, voice tinted with mockery. “Can a goody-two-shoes like you handle—“
But he stopped talking, because you took the cigarette from his hand and inhaled, siren eyes locked on his, who widened at the sight of you, eyebrows shot up, his features masking contentment.
He liked where this was going. He liked that you had broken the promise. He liked it when he heard that you had slapped your ex in front of everyone in the crowd. He liked how, right then and there, you grasped his face, your nails pressing crescent moons on his cheeks. Painful, but oh, so good.
And then, his breath tasted familiar. In the midst of the smoke you were passing to him, the mix of flavours crossing one mouth to another, exhaling and inhaling.
You backed off after, but he let out a soft grunt.
“Let me do that right.” Seungmin gulped messily, eyes red.
As if shotgunning hadn’t been enough, his right hand cradled your face, his left pushing himself tightly against you. His fingers traced the contour of your jaw, your breaths synchronized.
“Do it.” You panted, the effects of the certainly-not-tobacco substance reeling in your body, taking them in, making you light-headed. “Please, Seungmin, I—”
Your lips met in a fiery embrace, a collision of longing and intensity. It didn’t start with a tender exploration, but rather a fervent exchange of passion. Time seemed to stand still as both of you lost in the intoxicating rhythm of the kiss, all teeth and tongues.
“Just shut up.” He whispered against your lips. “God, just— fuck.”
Heated sighs escaped between kisses, and every touch sent shivers down your spine as Seungmin’s hands roamed freely over your body, gropping and touching to his heart’s content. His cold hands passed underneath your shirt and you whimpered.
“Ah! S-shit, Seungmin!” You shivered against him, trying to quiet your gasps.
He smirked, his other hand grabbing your cheeks and his thumb stroking your red, swollen and so fucking kissable lips.
“Wait, puppy.” He took the cigarette from your hand, took a draw and threw it to the ground, stepping on it lazily.
The smoke came out of his mouth slowly. “Now, I want you to listen closely.” He started. Your lack of response triggered a tug to your bra, and he slapped it back without hesitation, only a mean smile on his features. You whined, nuzziling your face on his neck, and he licked his lips, enjoying himself.
“Are you listening?” Seungmin snickered.
“Y-yes!” You muttered on his neck.
His cold hand trailed soothing patterns on your back, making you squirm on his grasp. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by his antics.
“Yes, what?”
Slowly you stepped back to look at him, his eyes dark with lust and red due to the weed.
You smiled inocently. “Yes, sir?”
He blushed, but slowly shook his head.
“It’s master for you, puppy.” He kissed you again, unable to resist it for longer. “Let’s get the hell out of this place.”
You accept his outstreched hand without hesitation, a contact that made you crave whatever he was thinking at that moment.
Your heels were not at all helpful to take you upstairs, but Seungmin’s kind heart was there to smile at you as his hands took place in the curve of your waist to help you get up safetly. The silk of your dress felt soft under his slender fingers, your body warm to the touch. Every step you took made your hair swish in front of him and the strong scent of your shampoo invaded him completely, wanting to sink his face in and fall asleep.
It was the first time you were able to get a propper look of Seungmin’s room in his shared apartment with your brother. You had seen the door left ajar before, but never dared to cross, keeping your promise in mind.
“I don’t mind if you snoop, you know.” He chuckled next to your ear.
A sudden burst of attitude came right through you when you smirked, turning around to face him, your hands around his neck, playing with his hair.
Fuck that promise.
“I don’t need to snoop. I can always come back for that.”
Seungmin couldn’t help but smirk, moving and pushing you against the door, locking it behind you. He pressed his hands against it, on either side of your head, and leaned down slightly, towering you even with your heels on.
You couldn’t help but gulp, and Seungmin was tempted to press his mouth against your neck just to tease you after feeling your pulse hammering against his lips.
He was not going to kiss you.
Seungmin decided that, against his first intentions, watching you fight yourself was the hottest thing he had the pleasure to view that whole night, your cheeks in a deep shade of red, thighs squeezed together.
He didn’t really need to start anything. Only if you chose to, you would kiss him. And, even if you didn’t, you’d surely come back for more anyways.
Few people could resist Seungmin, and you were certainly not part of that group.
Your breathing deepened when he leaned forward, letting his mouth linger near the shell of your ear, his breath tickling your neck.
“You never hated me like you pretended, did you, darling?” He was mocking you, and he so knew it. “Keep in mind— I still can make you call me master. Your silly little promises won’t make me stay too far, puppy.”
He was trying to make you beg for it, for him, for anything, anything that Seungmin could do for you to make you feel better, as he kept making the heat that run through your body take control.
But Seungmin needed to get his revenge.
After all, he had been pinning over you for ages now. It was only fair you had to ask for it nicely, right?
“Is this a joke?”
The muttered question grazed past your lips, and it look like it surprised you just as much as it surprised him.
“I don’t joke about consent, dear.” Seungmin’s serious tone mades concentrating a much more difficult task. Not when his messy hair looked so good, and certainly not with those cute flushed cheeks of his.
For a lack of an answer —at this point it wasn’t about if it was better, because the man had almost rendered you speechless— you bit your lip, now soft doe eyes staring at him from below.
“You know what will happen.” His voice was soft and enticing, tempting you to go forward. “You just have to kiss me, hmm?” He snickered, his hum vibrating all through your body.
Seungmin smirked, pressing his body slightly closer, slotting his leg in between yours, setting his thigh just right.
Just a bit more.
“Say that you want it,” he whispered. “Master can fuck you so good once you do it, yeah? Don’t you want that, puppy?”
The sudden tug at the collar of his shirt and the force that you pulled him towards you with almost made Seungmin lose his mind, his thoughts soaked in a puddle of arousal, much like the one you were feeling that kept growing inside you.
Your lips crashed together, giving in to a craving that had been building up for what seemed likeforever. It wasn't just a kiss; it was like a dam breaking, releasing a flood of emotions that had been held back for too damn long.
The urgency was wild, like you couldn't get enough of each other. Seungmin’s mouth moved hungrily, as if trying to make up for all the times he'd missed out on this.
Your hands traveled to the rim of his shirt, but he whined, separating his lips off you. “N-no, wait.” He gasped, running out of air and not giving any fucks about it.
You had ruined him for good.
“Bed. Now.” He panted at you, your eyes as blown out as his. “You’re gonna be the death of me, puppy.”
Seungmin licked the piercing on his lip, as he took off his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed, manspreading. His breath hitched and he buckled his hips unconciously when you sat on his lap, rolling your hips teasingly.
He tutted at you. With a mean smile, he grabbed you by your waist and softly pushed you against the soft fabric of his bed covers. Standing on his knees, he unbuckled his belt, and you happily oogled at his toned body. He wasn’t shredded, but there was no need when all you wanted to do was mark him up in kisses regardless.
You didn’t realize he had taken all his clothes off, left with his boxer briefs, only noticed it after he let his body slot in between your legs, his forearms at the sides of your face so his weight wouldn’t crush you completely.
“Seungmin…”
He chuckled, your hands touring up his lean chest, reaching the nape of his neck.
“So demanding.” His characteristic teasing tone was back, but completely different at the same time. “Say, if I snuck my hand under that beautiful dress of yours,” he mentioned temptingly, enticingly grinding his hips against yours, “how wet would I find you, puppy?”
So fucking wet. So much, in fact, that you didn’t dare to say. Disgustingly so. You let out a trembling sigh, yearning for the man before you to inch even closer, to eat the space between both of you and make it dissapear.
In a swift motion, Seungmin took your dress off and discarded it, not bothering if it would be easy to find later on. In fact, he thought as his stare ate you alive, that he wouldn’t mind if you never found it again.
He rocked against your centre, just once, ripping a pained whimper out of you.
“Tell master what you want, puppy.” His jaw hardened, reeling in the bubbling emotions that ran through him. “Tell me what’s okay for me to do.”
Seungmin’s thumb grazed the skin of your breast, eliciting a deep moan out of you.
“That’s it, puppy. So good— so good for me.” He gulped, filled with lust and craving.
He took your nipple between his slender fingers and pulled softly.
You let out an unrestrained whimper. Loud. Almost obnouxiously so, and quickly brought your hand over your mouth, cheeks reddening in embarrassment and arousal. Seungmin chuckled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your blushing cheek.
“Keep making those pretty sounds for me. Let everyone hear. Let them hear how good your master makes you feel.”
Seungmin’s hold on your hip tightened, making you aware of his hand there, his other hand continuing further down a similar path, finally reaching your wet folds, pressing just for an instant and then gliding down slowly.
Your lips parted as a moan came out. You couldn’t remember feeling so turned on by someone— ever.
He let out a pleased grunt, his hand leaving your core as his eyes locked with yours just so you’d see how he licked your arousal from his fingers, humming with a smirk.
“All of this for me?” He mocked in a deep voice, much deeper than any instance you had ever heard him.
Unable to form any coherent thoughts in your head aside from the chant that numbed your head—Seungmin, more, Seungmin, mine, Seungmin, master,— he didn’t lose anymore time, his fingers sliding inside of you in a swift motion, making you moan at the blissful sensation of finally being somewhat full, also making you realize that only his fingers wouldn’t be enough for the night.
“Hear that, puppy? Those sticky sweet sounds… that’s all you.” Seungmin kept thrusting inside, adding a second finger and bringing a warm sensation that started unravelling itself, as if it was going to crack you wide open. “All drenched for me, fuck.”
After what could’ve been a few minutes, only hearing your own moans and whines, backed my Seungmin’s pleased pants and the sound of your arousal as he scissored you open, he took his hand away from you.
“Open up.” It wasn’t a question, and it made you whine against his fingers when he shoved them in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. “So fucking delicious, my little puppy.”
So primal, so basic, so hot.
He slid down his underwear just enough so his length sprang free.
“Would love to feel those lips of yours around my cock, but we’ll leave that for the next time.”
He planted a lingering kiss on your lips and a second one on your forehead as he fetched a condom and skillfully rolled it down his length.
He stared at you, going back to his place between your thighs.
“Words, puppy.” He demanded.
You almost choked in your spit.
“F-fuck, S-seungmin, I—“ you moaned as he went crazy, claming your breasts, neck, collarbone, marking you with hard-to-cover-up hickeys. You were his, and it was now as real as it could get, his fingers and tongue outlining your body, memorizing every nook and cranny.
He panted. “Don’t stop talking.”
“S-shit. Yes. Yes, fuck, please. S-seungmin.” You bit your lip, squirming in your place. “I-inside.”
He snickered against your skin.
“Say that like you mean it.”
His hips rocked against your core, pushing his length between your legs, the tip sliding down with every sway of his body until reaching my entrance.
“M-master.” You could’ve sworn you would cry. “Please.”
With a kiss below your ear, Seungmin finally pressed into you, slowly, and it made you moan loudly, the feeling of his cock sliding inside of you in a deep thrust, filling you completely.
“We’re in for a long night, puppy.” Seungmin whined, almost moaning, and it was delicious. “F-fuck…”
He kissed you fiercily, his lips making your body burn underneath him.
“Now, keep moaning how good your master makes you feel.”
~Kats, who wanted to post this before going crazy with overdue homework and future exams! (HELP!)
aside from my human issues, lol, i was thinkinggg
should I open a taglist or smth? js sayin lololol
Almost forgot! Tagging @dumplingsjinson bc their (outstanding, gorgeous) prompts helped me out, so quick, go check them out! hehe<3
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⊂⊃ "it's so loud, where are you?" your voice whispers into the phone, smiling that you managed to get a hold of your boyfriend. "at this club, im here with the boys. we're ready to leave soon though," you hear chan say, his voice muffled with the loud music playing in the back. "where are you?"
"in your head apparently," you giggle, "it's your night out, and you're calling me." even though you couldn't see it, you could picture him smiling at what you said. "am i in yours, baby?" comes a reply, just as you put your phone on speaker, and get ready for bed. "you know it."
"and you know i want you to use your words," chan's voice is firm, and clear — the voice he uses when he's teasing you, the one that gets you needy and frustrated. "im sure you can do that for me."
"you're in my head, everyday," you mumble, knowing that even if he couldn't hear it, he'd get it out of you somehow. "distract me even."
"oh? distract you? and how do i distract you, bub?" you notice his voice getting lower every time he talks to you, making it harder for you to answer him. "what are you doing right now hm?" a shuffle of your body in your comfortable sheets grabs his attention, before you take the phone and place it next to you. "gettimg reafy for bed," comes your reply, and he asks you to repeat it, knowing well enough what you told him just now.
"am i distracting you now?" chan mumbles, you notice he's moved away from the loud music. "you know how im picturing you right now?"
"no."
"wouldn't you like to know? your thighs pressed together, fingers struggling to hold on to that phone of yours, but im sure you've put me on speaker hm? if i came home, right now and saw you, wouldn't you be just in that sweater of yours? pussy bare, waiting for me to taste you. isn't that right baby?"
"a-are you allowed to say that with everyone a-around?" you bite your lower lip at his words. sure enough, your hands snake their way to your night shorts, ready to touch yourself. "what if someone heard?"
"and what if they did, hm? you'd like that anyways. remember when i told you id bring one of the boys home? remember how you reacted? clenching around my cock just at the thought of it, yeah?" "c-chan," you whine, sitting up so you can lean back against the headboard.
"try not to touch yourself right now, even if it's a gorgeous sight, i want to be there to see it. in person."
#oh my god hes so dreamy...#binsito likes!#skz smut#stray kids smut#bang chan smut#bang chan x reader
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bf who asks “you want a treat??” while unbuttoning his pants
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I get that, I'm not very good with new people or unfamiliar situations and I get anxious about them easily. I started my studies last fall and knew no one there so it was a bit difficult at first, but now I've even made some new acquaintances! :D
oh thats awesomeee!! i definitely relate to that shdfghs rn im studying something new and im taking classes elsewhere and its my first day so im like shaking in my boots but its something i've been wanting to learn for so long now!
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