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🖇️📁 𝐒𝐊𝐙 ... 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, do not interact if you’re under 18
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, phone sex, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), masturbation, overstimulation, edging, praise, body worship, dry humping, degradation
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is absolute dog but i just can’t stop thinking about how hot chan and minho would sound like so please forgive 😭 reblog for a kiss, feedback is much appreciated!
𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍
extremely vocal, especially when it comes to praise
constantly tells you how pretty you look when you’re taking his cock so well <3
generally very soft and sweet during sex
can get really messy with it when he’s about to cum though
will sloppily groan into your cunt once your fingers tangle and tug on his hair, his own keeping your pretty folds spread open nice and stretched for him to fuck his tongue into - his other hand fisting around his dick and everything is just so filthy
he’s letting out the most vile moans while kissing your pussy, cum and spit dripping from his chin and every sound he lets out against you drumming against your folds and just edging you further and further towards orgasm
sometimes he wishes you could see how cock dumb you look in these moments :(
will always remind you how well you’re doing for him no matter how rough he goes with you, especially once he catches sight of those cute tears welling up in your eyes
let’s out a small tut and catches them on the pad of his thumb ever so softly, cock still fucking deep into and you almost wanna curse him out for being so soft with you while his dick is busy ruining your cunt
sometimes buries his head into your neck to muffle his own groans, wanting to hear how good he’s making you feel instead
his words come out extremely rushed and slurred when he’s about to cum
wants nothing more than to soak up your little whimpers and gasps and the cute little twitch in your face when you’re about to spill but he’s soso pussy drunk rn so don’t be surprised that he can’t stfu
“doing so well for me sweetheart, just hold on a little longer.”
“god you’re so pretty, wanna fill you up so bad.”
^ a personal fav of his!! he just loves how pretty you look when his cum is dripping past your folds and onto the sheets
the sight of his cum staining your skin really gets him going, you can’t change my mind
also loves the slight look of humiliation that takes over your face when you catch sight of it, crossing your legs in embarrassment but he’ll always be there remind you who you belong to :(
𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎
extremely mean with his words
especially when you’re sucking on his cock so prettily, he can’t help but get a little carried away and spew absolute filth into your ears
will tangle his hand in your hair, fucking his hips forward to force himself further down your throat and will literally laugh straight in your face once he hears you gagging around him
“aw, is it too much for you baby? i know you can handle it, you’re practically begging for it.”
“c’mon sweetheart, i know you just can’t wait to be filled with my cum so take it.”
has such a bite to his words but you can’t even find it in yourself to be mad at him when he’s fucking your mouth so well and good
let’s out the deepest grunts when he feels himself at the back of your throat and will only urge you to take him even deeper
even when you claim you can’t
actually kinda thrives when you try to resist and dig your pretty nails into his thighs, the sting making him hiss out and he’ll have no problem pulling you off his cock just to hold your jaw open and make you swallow his spit
cause ‘that’s the only thing little bitches like you deserve’ pls he’ll be so salty
gets r e a l l y loud when he’s about to cum
grunts, groans, curses and tugs on your hair until there’s tears stinging your eyes
sometimes when he’s feeling a tad nice he’ll feed you some praise
but he’ll have to be soso pussy drunk to do so cause he really just loves to treat you like the slut you are
“take it like a good girl.”
the closet thing to praise you’ll get out of this man istg
likes having phone sex with you whenever he’s on tour cause he’s able to get you off with just his voice alone and he gets such a kick out of it
fists his cock once your whines hit his ear, coming out all strangled and choked as you fuck your finger sloppily past your folds - only half listening as he talks you through your orgasm
“tell me how much you miss me and my cock baby, tell me how you wish i was there to stretch you out real good like you deserve.”
knows how much of an effect his voice has over you and just runs with it istg
𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍
whiney
when’s he’s domming you he won’t be very vocal though
maybe a tad demanding but that’s about it
literally just manhandles you and let’s out the occasional grunt against your flushed skin when his cock hits that spongy spot deep within your pussy - refusing to give into your begs and telling you to ‘take what he gives you’ 🤒
whenever he’s subbing you it’s a different story
he’ll be soso needy and it’ll show in his voice
can get really impatient when you tease him, rubbing your naked folds over the length of his hard cock just to push his buttons
and all he wants to do is force your hips down and finally take him until your pretty pussy is on the brink of being completely ruined
can be kinda bratty at the start, looking up at you with big eyes while his hands grab at your hips - silently begging you to finally sink down onto him and all he can do is pout once you continue to refuse
“c’mon baby, haven’t i been good for you? think i deserve to feel you around me by now.”
gets more desperate the longer you hold out
“p-please, i need you so bad sweetheart. don’t y-you need me too?”
and you wanna give in so bad and finally feel his thick cock pounding into you but the sound of him stumbling over his words so cutely and his whines only getting louder with each passing second you continue to tease him only made it more fun
the poor guy can’t take his eyes off your pussy so you eventually give in cause he’s just so pretty
throws his head back in the most <3 way
lips all bruised and loved on and the cutest whines breaking ripping past his throat as his hips fuck sloppily up into you, cock withdrawing fully only to fill you to hilt with every rut of his hips
sometimes gets clumsy with it and misses your hole every now and again with how eager he is to finally cum
and you just think he’s so adorable when he gets so embarrassed over it
tries maintain his whole ‘badboy’ reputation he has going for him but as soon as he gets the slightest bit of pussy withdrawals he’s turning into the whiniest mess ever :(
𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍
on the more silent side when he’s wrecking your cunt
kinda just wants to soak up all your cute begs and little gasps so he’ll hold himself back a lot
and we all know how much this guy loves to hear himself talk so it’ll be a challenge for him 😔✊
loves playing with you so much and works you up until you’re all hazy eyed and on the brink of tears
swears it’s his fav look on you
could practically eat up those little cries and sobs you let slip when he’s toying with your aching pussy, fingers rubbing at your swollen nub and cooing down at you so mockingly as you try to cover your glassy eyes from him
if you even try to quieten yourself down he’ll do anything to make you break
will be messily eating away at your sensitive cunt, humming lowly into your heat once your sweet taste hit his tongue
all disheveled hair and glaring eyes gazing up at your from between your thighs, savouring every stutter and twitch in your face
as soon as he sees your hand itching towards your face, clamping itself over your mouth to keep your pretty sighs hidden from his ears he’ll be so >:(
turd lowly after pulling away from you, the sight of your wetness covering his chin making you wanna hide away in embarrassment but his eyes were just daring you to make a move
slaps your cunt and says shit like
“let me hear you pretty girl.”
such sweet words filled with so much nastiness that it had you squirming under his stare
can be really into degradation too, especially when he’s been edging you for hours on end
just loves the frustrated furrow between your brows and the little pout that sits on top of those pretty lips of yours when you don’t get your way - knowing he’s not gonna give into you anytime soon
speaks to you so condescendingly that it makes you feel so small beneath him and you can’t even bite back
not if you wanna get dicked down that is
will continue until you’re squirming and begging for his cock and just loves how far he can push your until you’re on your knees crying that you’ll be good for him
“can’t even act like you’re not desperate for my cock for five fucking minutes huh?”
𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆
he won’t stfu istg 😭����
very much a whiner
begs will be dripping from his lips the moment he gets a mere glance at your pretty pussy
looks like he saw *god* each and everytime pls
very impatient but gets you off so well despite that
his fingers will be knuckle deep inside of you, curling them against your walls as his lips left open-mouthed kisses against your heat - sucking on your clit and being you to the edge of orgasm soso well
humps the bed sometimes cause he wants to be inside of you so bad and he just can’t help himself from whimpering out against your cunt with every soft roll of his hips into the mattress, desperate for some type of release :(
will mutter shit against you and you so badly wanna tell him to stfu but he’s eating you out like a starved man, tongue tracing your cunt and fingers pumping into your so clumsily that you can’t even wrap your head around the thought of even forming words atm
“just wanna make you cum, wanna be good for you.”
“you look so pretty, can’t wait to feel you hugging my cock.”
slurs his words a lot and literally can’t think straight when all he wants is to be buried deep inside you
whines, whimpers, and cries against the skin of your neck when he finally sinks into you - burying his head deeper into your shoulder to muffle his moans but you swear it does nothing to quieten this boy down
probably have the neighbours knocking on your door every morning complaining cause he’s so loud
he just can’t help it though :( you just always feel so good for him :(
𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗
big giver and very vocal
very much into body worship and praise so literally everything that leaves this guys lips will be the most endearing shit you’ve ever heard
and you don’t even know how to act when he’s like this cause it’s like,, bro,, that’s all well and cute but,, you’re currently balls deep inside of me???
and he’s just like :) i love u :) ur so pretty :)
“c’mon pretty girl, i know you can hold on for me. you’ve always been so good for me, you’re not gonna stop now huh?”
also extremely big into communication during sex
like he’ll literally be rearranging your guts and will just go
“are you okay baby? you sure it’s not too much for you? 🥺” with t h a t gaze and you just wanna melt right then and there
almost makes you forget about the cock that was currently stretching you out so well and good
more of a groaner than anything
THE DEEPEST GRUNTS !!
(sometimes whimpers when he’s about to cum but he’ll never admit to it)
extremely sensitive to even the slightest bit of touch will get this guy going
if you’re teasing him he’ll lose his goddamn mind
like you could be dragging your cunt against his cock, ignoring his begs for you to finally sink down onto him and he’ll be soso whiney about it with no shame
poor boy just wants to get his dick wet :(
always mumbles sweet praises when you’re done and calls you his good girl
𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍
so fucking vile with it
just likes seeing those pretty eyes of yours welling up with tears :(
the overstimulation of his nipping words and the cock that was drilling mercilessly into your tight cunt making you sob out against him and he’s eating every single whimper and whine up
100% the type to laugh straight in your face when you beg him to slow down, only for your hips to rut up against him like a bitch in heat as soon as he does
and you just so badly wanna punch him straight in his pretty face but you also wanna get dicked down so-
can get a little carried away sometimes though and doesn’t think before he speaks when his dick is fully seated inside your dripping heat
says shit like
“tell me why you deserve to cum and i’ll think about it.”
“aw, is my baby gonna cry? let me see those tears pretty girl.”
and you can’t even think about fighting back cause the way he’s twitching inside of you and kissing against your walls was all just too much
besides his mean words he’ll be mostly quiet with the occasional groan
mostly wants to hear how well he’s ruining you
as soon as your mouth is on him though he’s all over the place
groans, curses, fucking w h i n e s
and he hates it sm
becomes a tad nicer when his dick is in your mouth cause he’d rather cum thank you very much
“fuck your mouth feels so good, keep taking me like a good girl.”
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍
gets extremely embarrassed during sex so he’ll hold himself back a lot
buries his face in your neck while fucking into you, muffling his moans against your warm skin
doesn’t really talk a lot except for the occasional
“so pretty for me baby, so good.”
and other shit you can’t make out cause he’s just mumbling all over the place and groaning between his words and just soso pussy drunk
just wants to hear how good he’s making you feel :(
definitely mumbles a lot and stumbles over his words the closer he is to spilling into you
furrows his brows and clenches his jaw real tight when he finally paints your plush walls in his cum, holding his grunts back and you so badly wanna tell him to relax but the way his cock was slowly softening inside of you and warming your insides with his thick cum dripping past your folds had you so cock drunk cock that you couldn’t even find it in yourself to do so
becomes so whiney when your cunt tightens around his dick, the overstimulation of having just came while you continued to milk him making him grip the sheets next to your head - whimpering into your neck and he’s soso humiliated but he can’t even find it in himself to care as begs continue to spill from his lips
10/10 the prettiest whines ever
the type to thank you after you suck his dick <3
© 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.
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i saw a tweet today that said that you shouldn’t sleep on just one side because it’ll make your face lopsided and it got me thinking about the few months when i used a gua sha stone really consistency. i remember proudly showing one of my best friends that my forehead lines had disappeared and tho i don’t know what reaction i expected, i remember being shocked when they were like, “but wait, those are *your* forehead lines.” and that’s the thing, isn’t it. our faces are *our* faces, our bodies are *our* bodies: they reflect who we are and how we live, beyond even our genetics. maybe the way i sleep is the reason why i can only wink with my left eye or why my right eyebrow is slightly longer than my left but why would i want to change that? if our bodies are our homes, i’d really prefer for mine to look lived in with trinkets and souvenirs and remembrances versus like a perfect fresh outta the box ikea showroom. my forehead lines and scars and birth marks and laugh lines and freckles are all memories my body has kept for me, memories that sometimes exist outside of my own awareness. beyond aesthetics, how i live in my body shapes how my body lives. my muscles remember me, my bones remember me, my skin remembers me. how could any of that be a bad thing?
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Fine Line
pairing: idol!seungmin x reader
genre: fluff
description: seungmin has always been known to be a hard worker. but when he’s crossed that fine line into overworking, you make sure to take care of him and pull him back.
warnings: none
wc: 1k
Christmas was right around the corner and it was evident in the faces of your coworkers. You could see how hard everyone worked to get things done so that they could enjoy the holiday without having to worry about work.
You were the same, pushing yourself to finish task after task, so that you and Seungmin could cuddle up and enjoy good food and movies together in either your apartment or his dorm.
The ringing of your phone was what knocked you out of the headspace you went into while analyzing spreadsheets. It took you a few seconds to refocus on your surroundings.
When you did, you answered the phone call from Felix and held it up to your ear.
“Hello?”
“Y/N, do you think you could come over to the company?”
You looked at the time and frowned slightly. It was after hours but still a bit too early to pack up since all of your seniors were still working.
“Depends on the reason why,” you said.
A deep sigh came from the other end, accompanied by shuffling.
“Min’s doing it again and none of us can get him out of it this time. It’s been two days since he came back to the dorm.”
Your eyes widened as he mentioned the period of time.
Seungmin was well-known by the group and the fans to be an extremely hard worker. Because of that, he had improved exponentially since Stray Kids’ pre-debut days and was now known as one of the best 4th generation K-pop vocalists.
As much as you and the group were proud of him for how much effort he puts into honing his skills, you were also equally worried that he would tire himself out.
Now, of course Seungmin knew that overworking was bad, but there were times where he would focus so much that the fine line between hard work and overwork would become ignored. That was when you stepped in.
You knew that if you didn’t go now, he would burn out and that was something no one wanted, including Seungmin himself. But you also knew that if you did go, your colleagues would talk shit behind your back, saying things like how you think that you’re better than your seniors or that you have no respect for the company.
You weighed your options.
Go to your boyfriend or stay and work?
It was barely a debate.
You stood up abruptly as you came to the conclusion, startling the people in the cubicles next to you. After a mumbled response to Felix saying that you’d be there in 10 minutes, you started to save your work and pack your belongings.
You bowed to your boss and muttered a hasty, “I need to leave now but I’ll come in early tomorrow”.
He dismissed you with a glare and a nod, so you had no doubt that he would exaggeratedly blab to his secretary about how you rudely left.
Whatever. You’d deal with that when needed.
The short commute to the JYP building passed by quickly (with a small stop at the samgyetang place that you and Seungmin loved), mainly due to you running at full speed since your office and the building were both in Gangdong.
Felix was there at the entrance to let you in, greeting you with a quick hug and a moment to catch your breath as the two of you made your way upstairs in the elevator. There was a tense silence before you decided to ask what you really wanted to.
“How bad is it this time?”
Felix only looked at you, not able to say anything.
Your gaze shifted to the ground.
Felix led you to the practice room that Seungmin currently occupied and gave you a smile of encouragement before leaving you alone.
You knocked on the door lightly. “Minnie?”
“I’m busy.”
You hesitated for a second, “…but it’s me?”
You heard shuffling on the other side before the lock clicked and the door opened.
Seungmin looked— to put it quite frankly— terrible. His hair was unusually ruffled, the dark circles under his eyes extremely prominent, and he definitely hadn’t shaved in a while.
You reached up to cup his face with your empty hand and the dam broke.
Seungmin crumpled, falling into you without warning. You stumbled for a moment before holding onto him firmly.
“I’m so tired,” he mumbled after a while.
You took a step back to look at his haggard face.
“I know baby.”
Leading him into the practice room, you made him sit on the sofa and closed the door.
You took a seat next to him and pulled him down to lay in your lap. He exhaled heavily as you brushed your fingers through his hair.
“Have you eaten anything?” You asked him.
He shook his head and you grabbed the plastic bag filled with two boxes of samgyetang and various side dishes.
Seungmin stared blankly as you cleared the small coffee table and set the food down.
“How do you handle me?” he asked suddenly.
You blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Sighing heavily, Seungmin pressed his palms against his eyes.
“I just wonder how you have the energy to work a full time office job and take care of me.”
Turning your body to fully face Seungmin, you held his hands and pulled them away from his eyes to hold them in yours.
“I have the energy to do everything because seeing you energizes me. I get tired because of work but knowing that I get to see you at the end of the day motivates me enough to push through, even if I end up having to care for you afterwards.
“I enjoy taking care of you because I simply enjoy being next to you. That’s how my love for you is. If I had the knowledge that I would be able to be next to you for even one moment, that knowledge would satisfy me enough to help me get through whatever hardships come my way.”
You reached out to brush your fingers through his hair.
“I love you Seungmin. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re feeling down and struggling or if you’re happy. I love you no matter what, so eat the food I brought you and get some rest at home. We have holiday movies we need to catch up on tomorrow.”
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okay my turn… what is your favorite jcc episode? mine is ikea
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ahhhhh i’ve been looking for thick reader fics everywhere!!! thank u so much for this mwahhh
#THICK READER FIC RECS
We need a place for all the skz x thick reader fics so I’m doing gods work and making a rec list. If you have any thick reader fics or recs please send them to me and I shall put them on the list!
☆ indicates fics recommended by me!
🥛indicates nsfw themes
☁︎ my fics
🂻: @alonelystarfish @chrisbahng @valreadsfics
multi-member fics + drabbles
☆ finding a curvy/chubby woman hot by lustfuldevils
☆🥛 obsessed with how thick and plump their s/o is by lustfuldevils
☆🥛 skz with a chubby s/o in bed by seo–changbin
☆🥛 tummy and thighs by hwajin
☆ hyung line + hyunjin: chubby s/o with small boobs by seo–changbin
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SPARKY THIS WAS SO GOOD???? I SWEAR THIS IS IN THE TOP 10 BEST THINGS I’VE EVER READ ON THIS APP. I LOVE YOU 🫶🏽
♡ A Good Bad Day ♡
Author's note: thank you for 1.5k followers! This is a reupload with edits of one my most favourite fics I've ever written. It was written around the time Chan replied to the person who asked him to pin them to the wall to say "please" and the whole fandom went feral. I only incorporated that part at the end because I was already done with the fic for my lovely ♡ chanonie ♡ from my other blog, who is now my dear friend. Enjoy ♡
Characters: Chan x Y/N
Warnings: smut, minors dni. Unprotected sex, mentions of being anxious and upset, Chan consoling y/n, mentions of loving and leaving scents, dirty talk, pet names: princess, baby, pussy eating, fingering, and a healthy appreciation of Chris' big nose. Lots of praising. Lots. Of. Praising.
All the people in your life are busy. To be fair, you are too, but the thought of burdening someone with your problems makes you grimace in annoyance with yourself. Especially at the thought of sharing your problems with your boyfriend, the certified-by-all-and-himself as the busiest individual in JYP.
You’ve just had the lousiest day. First, it was when you forgot to turn on the charger, so your phone’s basically dead. And then of course you were late for class because alarms don’t work on dead phones, which in turn resulted in your professor making you answer all his questions throughout as compensation. You consider it public humiliation, especially because the introvert in you just hate having to talk in front of crowds and not to mention, his questions were fucking hard – you only got 1 correct out of the 7 questions he made you answer.
Oh, one would think that’s the end of a lousy day but no, no, no. Once classes end, you finally check your social media only to be greeted with rumours of your very friendly boyfriend allegedly in a relationship with a very pretty and basically perfect female idol; hint: his best friend Sana. All because you lent her a hoodie that you forgot your boyfriend bought as a matching set for the both of you.
Stupid y/n. Now you’re not only having a bad day but the PR team for Stray Kids and Twice, and not to mention Stray Kids and Twice themselves would probably be too. Good job, stupid brain. Way to go!
If only you could be like Joey in his Dr. Drake Ramoray character and have a fucking brain transplant… how nice would that be?
Because now you’re just stuck with this current brain that’s just so anxious, waiting for your boyfriend to come home, so you could apologise even when he reassured you multiple times that the little hoodie slip up happens and it’s not really a big issue because they have the best PR team when it comes to dating scandals.
So, you do the only thing you can do, which is sit in front of the stand fan, on the floor and just watch the blades go round and round, round and round, round and round. Somehow this is the most therapeutic thing you can do right now, and if it doesn’t work, you’ll go and stare at the ten lava lamps Chan bought for you all because you mentioned to him that you like to see pretty jello-like lights.
You really don’t know how you managed to snatch this man from every woman in this universe. But as much as you think you don’t deserve him, you’re one selfish girl who would never let him go. You would never in your right mind let this man go. Because no matter how much you mess up or how much he does, he would always find a way to make it work.
His understanding, although sometimes very anxious, nature is what makes the both of you work. And you want to always make it work.
But your mind today is just filled with disappointment in yourself that you are even considering ending the relationship because Chan would be better without you, right?
You're deep in your negative thoughts, the fan just becoming a prop in your mind rather than the distraction you badly needed.
“The wheels in your head are moving just as fast as those blades, princess.”
Chan’s voice startles you, making you jump in your sitting position, head nearly hitting the fan if it were not for Chan’s fast reflexes. He has a protective hand on your forehead, keeping you in place as he leaves a kiss on the top of your head.
He plops himself onto the floor, legs spread in between you so that he could trap you in his embrace.
“Chris,” you say, wanting to greet him properly but you can feel the heat of incoming tears coming up to your face, so you only trust yourself to say his name.
“Hi, y/n, my pretty princess,” he says, and you can feel the smile in his words. Chan props his chin on your right shoulder, nose playfully nudging and rubbing your cheek.
You whine, not feeling so pretty at the moment, especially not mentally. “I’m sorry, Chan,” you corak out, voice shaky, turning your head to look at your boyfriend who now has a worried look on his face.
“I told you, baby. Everything’s okay. Especially because it’s not true. I’m not dating Sana, my best friend. I am dating y/n, the prettiest princess, my soulmate and my little hoodie stealer,” he reassures you, making you giggle a little at his last statement.
“I didn’t mean to give her the hoodie,” you pout. “We were hanging out here and she was cold and I didn’t have other clean ones, so I gave it to her. I forgot how fans can be detectives, I should’ve been more careful,” you try to explain your side, wanting Chan to know that you really didn’t mean to cause such issues.
“I know, pretty princess. I figured as much. But everything’s okay. It’s been taken care of,” he tells you, hand now wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Don’t worry, you trust your Channie, right? So, believe me when I say everything’s okay.”
You nod timidly, your boyfriend’s reassuring words finally allow yourself to melt into his hold.
“How long have you been on the floor, baby? Isn’t it cold?” Chan asks, voice laced with concern. With not much effort on his part, he slips an arm under your butt and with his other hand on your waist, he pulls you up from the floor for a brief moment as he crosses his legs and then softly places you on his lap, earning a surprised shriek from you.
“Channie, you surprised me,” you him, pinching the non-existent fat on his arm.
“Mmm, you love it,” the man chuckles, burying his head on the crook of your neck. “How’s your day, baby?” Chan asks like the best boyfriend that he is.
You sigh, not knowing if you should really tell him or not. You know Chan appreciates honesty but wouldn’t push you if you didn’t want to talk about things. But his soft touch, rubbing softly on the side of your waist makes you want something else rather than talking.
You haven’t had much alone time with him in a while. He’s been really busy, with the new album promotions and the preparations for the world tour. Chan does try to go to your apartment every night, except for when practice ends too late or when his creative juices either help him or mess with him in the studio.
But times like this, you and him, sitting close together, being literally glued to the hip – this is rare. And you miss it. You miss him.
“I missed you, Christopher,” you say in a whisper, neck turning to rest your forehead on his. You can see him smiling at your confession.
“I missed you too, my princess. So so much,” he replies, his big palm resting on the side of your face, caressing softly. “How’s your day been, pretty girl?” he asks, knowing too well that it hasn’t been the best for you. You only post photos of the sky when you’re upset, despite your captions sounding cheerful and only praising how beautiful the sky looks.
You sigh at his question. You should be the one asking him. Compared to yours, his life is pretty much a million times more hectic, more deserving of attention.
“It’s been okay. Just not thrilled about causing a dating scandal between you and Sana,” you tell him, choosing to avoid talking about the other things that happened, which now you find miniscule in the presence of your boyfriend.
“I told you, pretty girl. It’s okay. It’ll die down. It happens,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your nose.
“I’m sorry, Channie,” you apologise once again, to which he makes a soft shushing sound, peppering more kisses on the side of your face. “How about you? How has your day been?” you ask.
Chan does a little tsk sound at your question. “We always talk about me. I wanna know about your day. You know I love hearing your experiences just as much as you love hearing mine.”
“But it’s the same thing everyday for me.”
“Yet you always want to hear about what happens at the routine dance practices and vocal lessons.”
“They’re exciting!”
“Your classes and your thesis preparation presentations are exciting to me!”
You whine at his reply. This cheeky man always knows how to get what he wants.
“Well, today isn’t as exciting. Ready to hear it?” you huff, still feeling silly because you just know you would start crying when you tell him about your day.
“Always ready for my princess,” he chuckles, giving you a slight nod.
You take a deep breath, wanting to prepare yourself. You place the tip of your tongue on the roof of your mouth as preparation, in case you start tearing up.
“Well, I forgot to turn on the power outlet for my charger, so my alarm.. It didn’t work.. And when I got to class, everyone stared, then my professor.. He.. he made me answer a lot of questions, but I can’t-” you tell him but your voice cracks when you try to tell him about the incident in class.
You hate feeling stupid. You hate when you’re seen as stupid, especially in front of people. The anxious and humiliated feeling you felt when you couldn’t answer questions in front of a full lecture hall comes dawning back to you, and you can’t stop the tears from flowing.
Chan panics a little at this. She must have had a really rough day, he thinks to himself. But this is good. Chan has always had to coax it out of you because you would always make sure he gets engrossed in telling you about his day. He’s glad you managed to tell him without much coaxing today, making him feel trusted.
“Oh, princess. Slowly, slowly. You can do this,” he tells you, wanting you to finish your sentence.
You take a deep breath, but the sobs won’t stop, so you just turn your body and straddle your boyfriend, wanting to just cling onto him and bury your face on his shoulder so he wouldn’t need to see your face.
“My pretty princess, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he tells you, hands now on your hips as you straddle him, knowing how you need to be in his hold rather than have him try to make you talk.
You continue sobbing, no longer feeling the need to suppress your emotions because you know Chan’s there with you. He’s there with you no matter how silly you think you’re being.
So you sit there, on his lap, both on the floor as he rubs your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
If you thought you were being silly for having these thoughts, you feel even sillier for thinking your boyfriend wouldn’t understand.
Chan’s your safe space, just as you are his.
♡♡♡♡♡
“There you go,” Chan says in a cheerful voice after he helps you wash your face. “My pretty girl, let me help put on your moisturizer,” he says in a sing-song voice, making you giggle.
You don’t say no to that, somehow the feeling of wanting to be pampered is just too strong for you to push away. Not to mention how the little splashes of water has made Chan’s shirt cling onto his chiseled body makes you pray a little, so that he would want to initiate some intimacy today in the bedroom because you’re too shy to ask.
“Got it,” Chan announces, jogging his way back to the bathroom after taking the moisturizer that you put in your school bag. His eyes are fixed on your smaller frame, looking so pretty in his shirt and that little pair of shorts that is covered by how big his shirt is on you.
“Got it,” you repeat his words for no reason, reaching out your hand to get the moisturizer but he pulls away from you.
“Nope, your boyfriend is going to put it on you,” he says, smiling. You giggle at his cuteness but agree anyway.
“Okay but you need to be really thorough, need to massage the moisturizer properly, so it absorbs into my skin,” you tell him, redoing your tied up hair that’s getting loose.
“Your wish is my command, princess,” he tells you but you know Chan’s also thinking about something else, something that’s not about applying the moisturizer on your face.
You look at him, waiting, wanting to see how this pans out. But when Chan shakes his head a little, as if to break himself free from his thoughts, you frown a little. Luckily, Chan’s fast enough to catch it.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, secretly hoping you would say something that would eventually lead him to at least eating you out. But he doesn’t want to push it. He knows you’ve had a bad day and just really wants to make sure you’re comfortable and happy.
“Nothing,” you tell him in a whisper, turning to the mirror and turning on the faucet to wash your hands even when it’s basically clean from the wash you just did not even 5 minutes ago.
“Be honest with me, baby,” he tells you, engulfing you in a back hug. He feels a little guilty for being turned on at how much smaller you are compared to him but he can’t help it. He misses you. He misses getting to touch you.
You just shake your head, not wanting him to hear your thoughts. It’s enough embarrassment for today. You’ve been honest with him about the rough day you had, you can save your dirty thoughts for another day.
But what stuns you a little is when you feel something hard pressing against your backside.
Chan’s hard. Chan’s hard. Chan’s hard and you’re very happy to know that.
“How about you be honest on what’s happening in your pants there, Mr. Bang?” you tease him, giggling at your own sudden change of behaviour. He must really like seeing you in his shirt.
Chan chuckles, pinching your side, making you yelp. “What’s wrong with the happenings in my pants, Miss y/l/n? I don’t suppose you want to check it out - or do you?” he teases, making your face flush. You can never get the upper hand with this man. He just knows how to make you putty in his hands. And the hardness pressing against your ass is not helping your case.
“I don’t wanna force you to do anything, baby. I’m happy to get to spend time with you. And make you feel happy from your long day,” he tells you softly, detaching his lower side from yours but it only earns him a whine.
Chan raises an eyebrow, smiling at how cute you’re being.
“Or I can also make you happy… in other ways,” he cautiously adds, wanting to give you the other option that he, too, craves.
You make eye contact with him in the mirror and your little nod, accompanied with a breathy and needy sounding “Yes, Chris,” is all Chan needs to hear before he leads you to the bed, moisturizer forgotten on the sink.
You’ll have to wash up again after this anyway, so why bother, right?
♡♡♡♡♡
Chan has you sit on the edge of the bed, legs spread with your shorts already off, leaving you in his shirt and your white lacy panties.
“Such a beautiful princess,” he praises you, on his knees, eyes raking your clothed body. God, he’s just so in love with you. And the contrast of his black shirt with your white panties just makes his cock throb with need to rip the clothes off of your body.
But not yet. He wants to try something out with you tonight.
“Tell me, princess. What do you want me to do?” he asks, knowing how shy you get. And you just whine at his instruction, making him chuckle.
“Too shy? But look at you, already wet, soaking through the pretty panties you wore for me as an apology for giving someone the hoodie I bought for us,” he teases, pressing his forefinger onto the wet spot, making you squirm.
“Channie,” you whine and moan out his name, feeling sensitive. You don’t really touch yourself, not being able to cum without having Chan tell you what to do. And him touching you just a little bit like this drives you crazy.
“I’m here, baby. Just have to tell me what you need,” he tells you, tone soft and levelled, different from how needy you are. “You can do it, baby. My lovely princess can tell me what she needs, can’t she?”
You try to nod, breath stuck at your throat. His finger feels so good pressing onto your clothed pussy, your mind getting fuzzy at how hot your body feels, wanting nothing but for your boyfriend to fuck your worries away.
“Then tell me, princess. Only good little girls get treats, and I know you’re the best girl there is, the only girl for me,” he praises again, knowing how much you like it, and how much he himself loves it. You moan at the praise, feeling good at the thought of being the best girl for Chan, the only girl for him.
“You, want you,” you tell him, trying to spread your legs wider for him to get the hint, not that he doesn’t.
“Pretty princess wants me? Hmm, maybe you want me here,” he says, touching your hand, “or here,” your thigh, “or here,” your lower lips.
“Anywhere, anywhere,” you tell him, desperate. You know so well he’s just teasing you because he knows it gets you so wet. And it’s apparent how this little chasing game of his is affecting you because you physically feel yourself getting wetter, your natural lubricant flowing in such a generous amount that you know Chan would have no problems impaling your needy hole with his thick cock.
“Anywhere? I’m guessing my pretty princess also wants me here,” he says, fingers teasingly drumming over your clothed cunt. “Look at you, so pretty like this. I almost can’t get mad at how you let someone else wear the hoodie I bought for you,” he teases, earning another whine from you.
“I’m sorry,” you tell him, small fingers raking through his curly locks, the fading blue only means he would be keeping his little promise to you of dyeing his hair black – a promise he made when you let him cum on your face and let him lick your face clean, which is totally worth it.
“Mmm, I sleep in all the hoodies I give you because I know my princess likes to smell me. Why do you think they’re all a little stretched out?” Chan chuckles, knowing that he purposely keeps this information to himself just because he feels good doing these little things to make you happy without you knowing. But he thinks it’s time for you to know that because he only wants you to wear the clothes he specifically stretched out and make smell like himself.
The revelation makes you whine in protest, wanting to call Sana right away so she would never use the hoodie again until the day she gives it back to you.
“Jerked off in the new one I gave you too, so don’t give that one away to anyone,” he tells you, swiping your panties to the side, revealing your glistening cunt to him. “Oh my pretty princess. My pretty little princess with the prettiest pussy.”
“Fuck, Chris, please,” you moan, mind filled with the thought of your boyfriend wearing the small hoodie that must have been really tight on his body, jerking off to the thought of you. Your man is full of surprises, and the dirty ones just make their way to your heart and cunt at the same time.
“Look at you, all wet for me. So soft too,” Chan groans, giving an experimental swipe on your pussy lips, making you tug on his curly locks harder.
“Chris!” you moan, feeling yourself getting so needy that you can just pull this man’s face and bury it in your cunt.
“Patience, princess. Gotta admire this perfect pussy first, don’t I? Haven’t touched your princess parts for a while now, need to test if you still remember me,” he gives you a sly smile before snapping your panties back in place.
“No, no, please,” you beg, not wanting Chan to leave you like this but the man just chuckles at your reaction.
“Oh my sweet baby, I’m here. Channie’s here. Just need to take off your panties, yeah?” he smiles, getting up to give you a sweet kiss on the lips to calm you down. You melt into it, his lips moving against yours does indeed calm you down, making it really easy for Chan to take off your panties.
“There we go,” Chan says, smiling against your lips as you feel his fingers spreading your pussy lips apart.
“Let’s appreciate how wet you are before I lick it all up,” he tells you, crouching back down so he’s face to face with your cunt. “Fuck,” you hear him curse, making you shiver at how low his voice is and how you can feel his breath on your pussy.
“Won’t you look at that, what a pretty pussy. You’re getting wetter, baby, look at you leaking on the sheets,” he teases and praises at the same time, making you whimper in shyness.
“Don’t be shy, love. You just need to let me lick you up and then make you cum, so that you’ll be even wetter for my cock,” Chan says, eyes looking into yours.
You nod, giving him a definite “Yes, please,” and Chan is not Chan if he doesn’t dive into your cunt like an eager puppy.
“Fuck, oh fuck, Chris!” you moan, your elbows giving up on you when Chan starts licking, making you lay flat on your back, hand fisting the sheets as you let your boyfriend eat you out.
Chan’s amazing with his tongue, as he is with everything else. But his tongue plus his nose nudging your clit just makes being eaten out a heavenly experience you can never say no to. And the fact that your boyfriend just loves slurping up your juices makes you feel like a real princess who’s being served on a platter for the hungry prince.
Slurping sounds fill the room, Chan’s tongue licking you up nothing short of a man starved, every lick resulting in him trying to reach deeper into your hole, his only aim is to make you feel good.
And God, you feel really good.
The way he’s fucking his toungue into you, the way his nose rubs against your clit and sometimes when he’s being too eager, he gets messy and accidentally has his nose buried into your hole but it all feels fucking good that your whole body shakes. No more teasing Chan, this is just full blown hungry Chan who wants nothing but to pleasure his woman.
Chan has his palms spreading you open because he knows his little princess gets so squirmy when he has his head down between her thighs, always trying to squeeze his head. He usually doesn’t mind it because his little princess is not that strong to crush his head – and to be honest he likes the dizziness that comes after being free of her thighs sandwiching his head, an euphoric feeling that not many enjoy – but he doesn’t want his ears to be blocked because that means he wouldn’t be able to hear your moans clearly.
“Chris, oh, Chris, you’re so- so good!”
“Oh God, ngh, I- Chan, Chris-!”
“Ah, ah, ah Chan- fuck, you’re- God!”
He loves hearing you all fucked out, not being able to even form coherent sentences because of how much you love him going down on you. Chan might be insecure about his big nose but he definitely knows how to make use of it when he’s licking your pussy clean.
Chan pulls his face away and if you were looking at him right now, you would see your juices messy on his cheeks and chin, shining under the dim neon lights you bought to match Chan’s. But you weren’t because you couldn’t keep your head upright, couldn’t even force yourself to keep watching Chan giving you the head of your life because it feels too good, you nearly pass out from the pleasure.
“Pretty princess, look at me,” Chan says and you open your eyes slowly, greeted with the sight of Chan who already has his shirt off. What a nice surprise.
“You did so well, baby. So, so well. Letting me eat you out and giving me your sweet juices. You’re such a good princess,” he praises, making you pull your legs together to have some stimulation on your cunt.
“I'm good princess," you breathe out, trying to catch your breath from Chan's heavenly tongue.
Chan smiles as he looks at you, already fucked out without even having his cock. Oh how cuter and prettier would you be when he finally lets you enjoy his cock, lets you take his cock like the pillow princess that he loves.
"You are. Such a good princess. The best princess," he coos at you, making you purr in delight.
“Doing so good for me. No more thinking you’re stupid, okay? You’re the smartest, most hardworking princess I know. Got it, love?” he adds, going up to face you, his big frame making you feel so small, so safe.
You nod, eyes staring into his shiny ones. “Kiss. Need you,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear, needy enough for him to fulfill your wishes without a second thought.
He kisses you again, lips molding into yours. The kiss is more passionate, the both of you needy for each other. And Chan channels all his love to you through the kiss, biting your lips just because he needs you to gasp, so he can taste your mouth with his tongue.
And he does. His tongue dances with yours, making you taste yourself and eliciting soft gasping sounds from you. But gasps turn into moans when you feel Chan slowly pushing in a finger into your cunt while he continues to kiss you.
Your hands automatically grips onto his shoulders, head thrown back, no longer kissing your boyfriend as you succumb into the heavenly feeling of his thick finger prodding into your hole.
“Chan,” you moan, chest heaving, heavily breathing at the euphoric intrusion, trying to keep your eyes open because you know Chan loves it when you look at him as he fingers you.
“There you go, princess. Taking my finger in so well, aren’t you?” he praises, pushing his middle finger in and out of you softly.
“F-fuck,” you moan, more like a whimper. It feels too good. His finger reaches deeper than yours ever will and it’s been a while since he took his time with you like this, slowly fucking his finger in and out of your cunt.
“Such a pretty girl with a cute little cunt,” he says, voice raspy, mind thinking of how good it would feel when he has you clenching around his cock. “Want another one? My princess wants another finger?” Chan asks, finger fucking into you faster.
“Yes, yes, ano-another. P-please,” you stutter out your response, mind only filled with the thought of Chan’s fingers filling your hole.
Chan smiles sweetly at your response but instead of giving you what you want, he takes out his finger.
“Nggh, no, Channie,” you whine, nearly sobbing at the loss of something in your hole. But Chan just gives you a kiss to calm you down.
“I need to get a good look at your cunt now, baby. Need to see how pretty your hole stretches around my fingers,” he tells you, kneeling on the bed so that he can see your body.
Slowly, Chan inserts his forefinger and middle finger into your cunt, only to take them out again. He repeats this three times, all the while watching how pretty your hole tries to accommodate his fingers, and all the while listening to your pretty moans pleading him to do something.
“Channie, channie, please, please no teasing,” you beg him, hips bucking to chase his withdrawing fingers only to get playful taps on your pussy lips.
“But you get so wet and needy when I tease, princess,” he chuckles, continuing his light taps. “Don’t look at me like that, baby. My princess can handle a little more, can’t she?” Chan tells you softly but his tone does nothing to hide his devious act.
This teasing man will get a taste of his own medicine now, you think to yourself.
“I- I can. But- need you in me. Nee-need any part of you in me. Need to remind my princess parts who they belong- belong to, right?” you say, the little stutter goes unnoticed by Chan because now he’s just stunned at your sudden change of demeanour.
Chan’s eyes glimmer with mischief and adoration, his naughty fingers stopping their little game and now changing it to another level, putting just his fingertips in and never more as you say those words.
“Need to– need to have you now, Chris-Christopher,” you breathe, little fingers holding the edge of his shirt that you’re wearing and slowly dragging it up bit by bit. “You’ll take– take me, right? Make me– make me forget bout my day. Make me take your- your cock?”
And that does it for Chan. He grips your hand, taking it away from your little striptease, leaving his shirt on your body but resting on the bunched up fabric on your chest, your underboobs showing.
Without a word, he starts to finger fuck you. Hard and fast, as hard and as fast as your greedy cunt allows him. The squelching noises are even louder, paired with your pleasureful screams of his name and his grunts, his fingers relentless and your moans that fill the room just motivates him to make you cum like this.
“That’s it, princess. Take my fingers, there you go, God, look at you,” he rasps. “You like this, you do, hmm? So pretty for me,” he keeps on praising, making you moan louder, your restricted hands make the only option for you to keep yourself grounded is to curl your toes onto the mattress, messing up the sheets even more.
Your boyfriend is giving it to you hard. After all the teasing, you’re more than satisfied with the turn of events. Your hips keep bucking up because of how good your boyfriend’s fingers feel inside you, consistently nudging that sweet spot inside, always knowing how to curl and aim just right to make you see stars.
“Chan, Chris, God please,” you moan, not even producing full sentences. Who are you kidding? You haven’t been talking coherently ever since your boyfriend touched you.
“Can feel you clenching around my fingers, princess. You wanna cum for me?”
“You do, don’t you. Babbling like a cute little baby. God, you’re so pretty like this.”
“Already so fucked out from two fingers, you’re so precious. Such a precious princess with the cutest cunt.”
“Cum and you’ll get my cock, princess.”
And that does it for you. The promise of Chan’s cock and the little rubbing of his thumb onto your clit makes you convulse around his fingers, making him chuckle at you lovingly.
“Good girl, what a good girl. There you go, there you go,” Chan soothes you, slowly bringing you down from your high. But you need more, you need Chan’s cock.
His grip on your hands is loose, so you wiggle yourself out of his hold and circle his neck, bringing the man close to your face, the sudden movement makes him withdraw his fingers from inside your hole, you can feel the wetness from his fingers dripping onto your thigh.
“I need you now, need you to make love to me,” you say in one breath, hoping he hears you. Hoping he would let you have his cock.
Chan might be a tease but he knows a deserving princess when he sees one. And you are definitely a princess who deserves to be filled with his cock and cum.
“Anything for my princess,” he tells you, giving you a soft and sensual kiss right after.
Chan lets you go briefly to take off his pants. You lick your lips as he stands in his naked glory, his abs are just asking to be licked and his cock so hard, it bounces on his stomach when he takes off his boxers. Your mouth waters at the sight, wanting nothing more than to suck him off. This beautiful, wonderful man. And all yours to admire and touch.
But when you’re about to take off his shirt that you’re wearing, he stops you. He takes the bunched up fabric and instead of taking it off all the way, he makes you bite it. Now the shirt is between your teeth, tits bare to him.
“Wanna fuck you in my shirt. So I can have something that you’ve cum in and you have something that I’ve cum in,” he tells you and you swear you’re about to have another orgasm just from that. The thought of Chan wanting to have something of his associated with the act of you cumming is just so hot.
You can only give him a desperate nod, loving how sexy but also intimate it is to have him say that. Chan kisses your forehead as a sign of thanks, his cock now hard and ready to fuck you to oblivion.
“Fuck, fuck,” he moans as he prods your entrance with the tip of his cock. Your small frame is more apparent now that he’s about to fuck you with something bigger, something a lot thicker.
You, on the other hand, can only moan through the shirt, now all muffled. Chan keeps on playing with your hole using only the tip of his cock, hissing at how good it feels to have you clench around him.
But his focus is not just on your cunt because now he’s presented with his other favourites; your tits. “Pretty princess with the prettiest cunt and the prettiest tits,” he praises, tongue immediately lapping up your nipples, biting and licking as he has his cock head playing with your entrance.
Your head is just filled with Chan. The way he’s so greedy with your tits but so stingy with your cunt is driving you crazy. But you can’t say anything. The fabric of the shirt that you’re biting is already wet with your saliva but you don’t care, you just want to be good and get Chan to finally fuck you. Make love to you. Anything that involves him shooting his load in you.
“Fuck, fuck, I should just make love to you like this. Tease you with my tip, just like this, fuck!” he groans, head filled with only the thought of cumming inside you. But he knows you want his whole cock in, so when he sees your eyes getting watery, he admits defeat. He can no longer tease his princess, not when she’s been so good and obedient. And especially not when she’s tearing up, all needy and greedy for all his cock to fuck into her cute little cunt.
Chan gives into you, finally, sinking his cock little by little, the stretch so good you let go of the fabric in your mouth, moaning so loudly, telling Chan how good it fucking feels.
“Oh Chan, ah, ah, fuck Chan!” you nearly scream, the stretch too good for you to not let the neighbours know. “Oh fuck, so big, so big,” you say to him, this time reserving the praises all for your amazing man.
“Yeah? You like it don’t you? Like having me stretch your pretty pussy,” he tries to tell you in a confident tone but a man like him is weak when he’s presented with a cute princess like you, what more when he’s engulfed with such warmth from a pussy he wishes he can use everyday.
“Fuck, princess. So fucking wet and tight,” Chan runs his mouth, not caring if he’s just repeating his praises because all he can think of is you. You. you. His one and only princess, one and only love.
You’re no better. Fingers clawing Chan’s back as he starts his thrusts, you being so turned on that he doesn’t need to start so slow, hips already snapping into you, the plan of making love to you thrown out the window.
“Made for me, fucking- fucking made for my cock, aren’t you, princess?” he asks, his cock rubbing against your throbbing walls, the tip finding the sweet spot inside you so fast.
“For you, just you, you Channie,” you answer him, legs that were initially propped up now limp on the bed, just taking what you’re given. Your boyfriend’s cock never disappoints, the girth stretches you out more than you think you could handle but he’s known your body enough to make his big dick an enjoyable experience for you.
“For me, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking sexy. My princess, my fucking baby,” Chan moans, feeling himself already on the edge of cumming but he needs you to reach your high first. His thumb sneakily rubs your clit, and his mouth latches onto your nipple, giving you a lot of stimulation at once, making you cry out in ecstasy.
Your moans bounce off the walls, your brain no longer computing actual words, just meaningless babbles of “Chan”, “Chris”, “cock”, “big”, “full”, “cum” all used separately.
“Gonna cum? My pretty princess wants to cum?” Chan grunts with every thrust, feeling his ego boost because of how you’re now just a mess because of him.
You nod and nod and nod, and with one more push of his cock into the spongy part that makes your eyes roll, your head thrown back as you finally let go, your cunt squeezing Chan’s cock but the man is relentless, he doesn’t stop although you’re already cumming and sobbing at how good it feels to cum around your boyfriend’s cock.
“My. Cunt. Mine. Fucking. Mine,” Chan says with every punishing thrust, his cock hitting the spot in you repeatingly, overstimulating you a little but in the best way.
“Fuck, fuck you’re throbbing around my cock, princess. So good, so good, i’m gonna, gonna fucking cum, make you mine, make you take all of it, all- fuck, fuck fuck!” and your boyfriend finally lets go, hips stuttering as cum shoots from his tip, filling you up just as he promised.
You moan at the warmth, your request of being filled up with your lover’s come finally coming true, and it makes you smile like a dumb puppy, all satisfied.
“Yeah, there you go, there you go, take all of me, all of me,” Chan chants more to himself, still filling you up, always having a lot of cum to give you. He bends down to kiss you, wanting to remind you of his love despite the rather hard fucking he gave you.
You thank every lucky star for your boyfriend’s thoughtfulness – as well as for his kindness, and not to mention amazing cock and stamina, not to forget the copious amount of cum this man can provide your needy self. Only thing you have to do next time is fuck in the hoodie that’s with Sana. Some purification in the form of cumming with it on should be done.
“Thank you, Chris,” you say, voice rather breathless. Chan still has his cock in you, still slowly pushing in and out of you for added stimulation. But his next words make you salivate.
“Oh princess, it’s still too early for appreciation. Now I have to pin you to the wall and fuck all my cum out of you, don’t I? Need to make sure you really forget about the bad day you had.”
You can confidently say that today is actually a good bad day.
"Yes, please."
#i need 4-5 business days to recover#how did you write a masterpiece like this??#AHHHHHHHHH#straykids smut#stray kids smut#bang chan smut#chan smut#stray kids
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i want to open a cute golgappa stall in paris.
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such a cutie that i can’t function properly now
*windows error noises*
#ugh i love him sm#big tiddy gang ong#changbean#seo changbin#stray kids#i am being bias wrecked to hell and back
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OK I’LL BUY IT WHEN I GET MY NEXT PAYCHECK AND I’LL SEND YOU A PIC
Guys I'm howling
@clelevanters @minunivers
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NO NEVER IM GONNA DRINK MY COFFEE OUT OF THIS EVERY MORNING TO INSPIRE MYSELF TO NOT MAKE STUPID DECISIONS
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IM BUYING THIS ASAP
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Happy Chan Day!
Channie, you mean the world and more to me, and every STAY/STRAY KID everywhere. Truly, thank you so much for being the person you are today, and thank you for continuing your journey throughout all of your dark and bright times. Happy birthday to the best leader in existence.
Bang Chan Bash Day
Happy Birthday!
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Christopher Bang, they haven’t invented the words to express how much you mean; to Stray Kids, to STAY, to me. I’m thankful every day that I found you; that you followed your heart, and pursued your dreams; that we live at the same time. Thank you for taking such care of those precious boys who mean the world to countless people. Thank you for your honesty, hard work, and dedication. For sharing a gift with the world, your heart exposed across the tracks of songs that help so many get through each day. Thank you for being someone to follow, a shoulder to lean on, and someone to help through the winding darkness. I love you, happy birthday.
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People You (Don't) Know
pairing: felix x reader
genre: angst
description: what hurts the most? you didn’t know the answer to that question until you saw someone you know become someone you don’t.
warnings: cheating
wc: 650
notes: angst is so hard for me to write but i tried my best! please like, reblog, and comment if you enjoy this!
Blink.
Blonde hair.
Blink.
Black hair.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
You saw Felix with blonde hair, swooping in for a kiss in the middle of baking. The vision lasted for a second only to immediately be replaced by a vision of him with black hair, dragging a woman inside your apartment, disregarding the way you were curled up on the sofa, waiting for him to return home and give him another chance.
How many more chances?
You dug the heels of your palms into your eyes to stop the tears before they could come out, determined to not cry. Now you made up your mind.
No more chances.
Getting up abruptly, you shoved your clothes from the closet into a suitcase with no regard for organization.
Enough.
That was what echoed inside your brain, screaming at you to continue packing up so you could finally leave the hell hole you had been in for the past month.
It started the day after Felix’s monthly dinner outing with the company and his coworkers. He didn’t come home that night, or the night after. Worried out of your mind, you called him over and over. You even called his friends who only seemed to be uncomfortable and just said, “It’s fine. He’s ok.”
When he did come back to your shared apartment, it took you a moment to realize that the man in front of you was your loving boyfriend of three years. His hair was dyed jet black and he wore a loose shirt with a leather jacket thrown on top, two drastic differences from how he usually presented himself.
You could clearly remember how the longer you surveyed him, the more changes you noticed. A lighter hanging out of his jacket pocket, the ripped skin on his knuckles, the strong smell of smoke enveloping him, and a hickey on his jaw.
Even with all of this, the first that came out of your lips was, “I missed you.”
Stupid. How stupid you were to give him another chance and not even ask for an explanation.
‘This is the first time in three years,’ you thought. ‘I can excuse it once because I can’t imagine losing him.’
It all got progressively worse after that, from Felix not coming home for days upon end, to the night when he brought home a giggling girl. She stumbled around him and grabbed onto his arm for support as he pressed her to the wall and kissed her.
That night, you were sitting in the living room, mere feet away from the scene. You clasped a hand to your mouth in the hopes of muffling your sobs. But to no avail as they got worse as Felix started to unzip her tight, red dress; one that was painstakingly similar to what you wore when the two of you met.
At the indication that you were awake and close by, Felix’s head whipped around to meet your eyes, glistening in the dim light with your tears.
Before he could say anything, you got up and walked into the guest bedroom, locking yourself inside of it.
The noises haunted you for the next week.
Day by day, it got worse. He even brought home two girls at a time and since you had nowhere else to go, you were forced to stay and listen to what was happening.
Today he was gone.
So today is when you needed to leave silently, just like how this pain came into your life.
As you grabbed your haphazardly packed suitcase and pushed it into the hallway, you paused.
You paused for the memories you shared with the man you once loved. You paused for the seed of doubt creeping up into your heart once again.
Yet you stepped down on it firmly.
‘I don’t know this man anymore. Why should I live with a complete stranger?’
With that, you walked out.
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watched this entire thing with tears in my eyes
Channie’s Berry’s Room!
#im so happy he's back home#this live made me realize what it feels like to love someone#channie my love#berry's room ft chan & hannah
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i'm pretty sure my soul just exited my body.
♡ complicated with 3racha
↳ pairing: 3racha x fem!reader
↳ word count: 8.3k
↳ genre: smut, non-idol!au
↳ summary: when your date takes you home, things get a little bit complicated once you realize you know his roommate
↳ warnings: 18+ minors dni! mature topics, cursing, foursome, unprotected sex (don’t do this shit, thank you!!), fingering, oral (m. and f. receiving), double penetration (piv sex), some ass smacking, use of ‘good girl’
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When your dating-app-date-turned-fuck-buddy (maybe?) brings you to his house party, you realize things are even more complicated now.
Meeting Chan was a stroke of luck if you consider what type of men could be found on the dating app. You were there only for sex, but you didn’t want to just pick a random guy and go with it, too afraid of things going south.
So, matching with a guy like him was everything you could hope for. Handsome, funny, a bit shy, but pretty clear about what he wanted. You two went out for drinks—both having admitted you’re only looking for some fun—and ended up back at your place where Chan showed you he does more than just look good.
That is why you’ve decided to join him tonight, the second time you’re seeing each other. He told you he usually can’t bring you over because he lives with two other dudes and they would definitely overhear, so tonight’s party is a great opportunity for you two to fuck in his room without them hearing. You want to sleep with him again—the first time was great, and you’re sure it can only get better with time. The chemistry is there, and all you’re looking for is good sex.
Your roommate’s sister is staying at yours, which means you rarely have the place to yourself, so the party seems like the best option. You’re not sure what you and Chan are—just two people who will have sex twice or fuck buddies—but does it even matter? You’re just here to have a good time and take your mind off of things you have no control over. Sex isn’t one of them.
So, when you walk in there and Chan greets you, taking you to the living room where the party’s happening, you’re more than surprised to see your college hook-up, Han Jisung, standing there. “Shit,” you mumble to yourself, but Chan hears you.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you say with a shake of your head. Nothing is wrong. Someone invited a guy you fucked to the party of a guy you’re currently fucking—no biggie. “I just know him.”
“You know Jisungie?” Chan’s face lights up when he asks you that and you realize Chan is the one who’s invited Jisung. Okay, things don’t have to be embarrassing. You don’t have feelings for either of them, so it’s all good. “Hey, Jisung!”
He recognizes you instantly, stopping dead in his tracks in the middle of laughing. When your eyes meet, Jisung frowns for a second before he smiles and walks over. “Oh, hey! Long time no see,” he greets you, clearly flustered about this turn of events. “So, you’re, uh, Chan’s, uh, friend?”
You wonder what Chan has told his roommates about you. Are you just a quick fuck? Or did he talk about you as a potential long-term fuck-buddy? Did he give his roommates details on what you two did and how you pleasured each other? Did Chan tell them he sprayed cum all over your tits? That would explain why Jisung can’t seem to look you in the eye.
“Yeah,” you nod, unsure of how else you’d describe it too, “I guess.” You’re far from friends.
“So, how do you two know each other?” Chan asks, sneaking a glance your way. The shirt he’s wearing lets you get a good look at his side, revealing just a bit of his chest and the swell of his back muscles. You hate tank tops on men, but not when they look this good. Still, you can’t even drool over the guy now because you feel like you’re hiding something from him.
“College,” you and his roommate say in unison, chuckling right after.
“Jisung, you’ve never told me you had such a great friend,” Chan says, smirking at you.
“Uh, we, we, we weren’t exactly close,” Jisung stutters, grinning uncomfortably. It’s funny how little he’s changed in the years you haven’t seen each other. Yet, he seems different—he’s no longer the skinny, kind of insecure kid. He’s broader now, more muscly, and he doesn’t look away when looking people in the eye. Plus, he’s even more handsome now.
You decide to be honest and save all three of you from possible embarrassment down the line. “Chan, we slept together once back in college. Then we kind of never saw each other again.”
Jisung scratches the back of his head and looks down while Chan hums. “Really? Thanks for telling me, I see Jisung was having a hard time saying it.”
“Yeah, no hard feelings, Jisung. All good.”
You only say that because you’d given him your number and he promised he’d call, but he never did. You weren’t even expecting him to because the whole thing was a bit messy. Jisung was the second guy you’ve had sex with, and you were just focusing on whether you’d get to come. He was nervous, too, even though he did great with his mouth and fingers, making you come twice before he fucked you. That’s when the mess happened—he came in a matter of minutes, muttering apologies and blaming himself. You kind of figured you wouldn’t see Jisung again, not because he wasn’t attracted to you, but because he was too embarrassed.
The man in question clears his throat and sighs. “Yeah, thanks,” he mumbles at you, clearly not keen on revisiting your past. “Anyway, want a drink? I’ll go fix you one while you two catch up.”
When Jisung goes to get your gin and tonic, Chan chuckles, shaking his head. “So… What are the odds?”
“Yeah,” you say, wondering if this little scene will ruin your night with Chan. “Do you, uh, mind?”
“Mind? You sleeping with him?”
“I mean, there’s nothing to mind, but I know some guys would,” you point out, even though you have a feeling Chan is nothing like that. Besides, this is just sex.
You’re expecting him to say no, of course. Still, his response manages to stun you. “I don’t mind, the three of us have fucked the same people before. Sometimes, at the same time. So, it doesn’t bother me at all.”
It’s the third roommate, Changbin, who brings you your drink, saying Jisung got “caught up” with something. Thankfully, you haven’t fucked this roommate, even though he’s exactly your type—broad, muscular, handsome, loud, charming. If you weren’t here with Chan, you’d make a move on Changbin and be shameless about it, just like he is.
You’ve formed an opinion on the guy even though you’ve been talking for only a couple of minutes. Not many guys act like he does around his roommate’s fuck buddy or whatever the hell you are. He compliments you straight to your face. When Chan teases him, Changbin gets cocky, and the cockiness goes straight to your crotch. Chan is similar in build, also very handsome, but he has a shy quality to him that you do enjoy. Changbin seems to lack that same quality, and that turns you on. It’s funny seeing the two interact—like fire and water.
You three talk for a while, with Changbin being very curious about you, and Chan seemingly enjoying finding out more about you. It’s a weird dynamic since you’re here with Chan—his friend is asking all the questions, and your “date” is standing by, nodding and grinning instead of getting upset over someone hogging their date. Maybe Chan has no problems with sharing.
A bit later, on your way to the bathroom, you run into Jisung who seems to be doing his best to avoid you. But, he fails because you call out his name and leave him with no choice but to stop dead in his tracks. “Hey… Uhm, everything good?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he tries to convince you while sounding completely unconvincing. The way you look at him makes Jisung sigh in defeat. “I’m good, I promise. Just… weird seeing you with Chan. Wasn’t expecting it.”
“I wasn’t expecting to see you either,” you admit. Jisung is the last person you thought you’d see at this party, but here you are. “But, I don’t mind. It’s nice seeing you. You’ve changed a lot, but you’re still the same.”
Jisung laughs at that. “Yeah, the same nervous wreck around attractive people.”
His compliment makes your breath hitch in your throat because it comes out of the blue. Did he just—? Han Jisung? You never thought of him as straightforward at all. In fact, you were the one who initiated the whole thing back then, to which he breathed a sigh of relief and told you he’d been looking at you for months at the library where you studied next to each other, always at the same spot.
“You don’t sound nervous at all,” you respond with a shrug. “Just a bit shy, but you pushed through that the last time we saw each other.”
Jisung nods, probably remembering the night it all went down, just like you are. “Sure did.”
After the brief encounter with him, you go find Chan and sit next to him on the sofa. He’s slightly tipsy, so he wraps his arm around you and pulls you into his side, whispering in your ear, “Can’t wait to fuck.” He wasn’t this touchy-feely on your last date, but tonight is different. You’ve already slept together and you’re both here to do it again.
“Me neither,” you respond but can tell you he doesn’t find you convincing.
“Do you mind?” Chan asks, and you know exactly what he means, but he still elaborates. “Fucking while Jisung is here.”
“He’s heard and seen me already, trust me,” you respond, getting flashbacks from the night —you straddling Jisung’s face, his hands kneading your ass while he pushed your hips into his tongue, making you ride it.
“Listen, pretty,” Chan leans in, pressing a soft kiss just below your ear before he whispers, “if you want him to join us, I have nothing against it. We’ve all seen each other naked already.”
You gulp and look at him, noticing the panic that takes over him as he thinks you’re not happy with this offer. After all, it’s the second time you’re with Chan at all, and suggesting a threesome is a bit out there. But, you speak and free him of his worries, “Changbin, too?”
Chan seems shocked for a second, but then he tongues his cheek with a smirk. “Three on one? Adventurous. Didn’t take you for the type.”
“Think I can’t take it?” you ask teasingly, cocking both eyebrows at him. Something about the idea of getting to fuck him, Jisung, and the third roommate gets you going. It’s a challenge, one without a bad outcome, even if you lose.
Chan hums happily, leaning in once again. “Oh, I know you can take a rough, long fuck. It’s just a question of how long you can take it for.”
“Let’s go and find out then.”
When you came to the party, you thought you were going to a second hook-up with a guy. Now you’re realizing it’s going to be your first time with three guys. You’ve already fucked two and are about to fuck the third, who seems really cocky about getting invited in the first place.
As soon as you enter Chan’s bedroom, you two start making out and you drop to your knees, dying to get his cock out of his pants and into your mouth. When you do, you look up at him, finding him chewing on his bottom lip. Jisung is standing by the door, watching with his mouth slightly open, hand palming his cock. Changbin, instead of staring, walks over and gets his cock out too. “Come on, baby, touch,” he instructs, and your hand finds his dick instantly, eyes looking up at him.
Jisung joins not long after, and you take turns between sucking them and jerking them off, trying to keep it fair and give everyone the same treatment. Changbin’s dick is the last one you try, and you like his reactions most out of the three—he’s loud, but you didn’t expect it to transfer inside the bedroom. Yet, here he is, groaning when you take his dick in your mouth, humming when you start sucking, moaning when you choke on it.
“Such a good mouth,” Changbin compliments you, fingers tangling in your hair so he can push your head towards his cock, making you take more of it in. “Can’t wait to try your pussy.”
“Yeah?” you ask, voice already coarse after three cocks fucked your throat, even if not for long. “What do you want to do to it?”
With that, you go back to sucking, your hands jerking Chan and Jisung off at the same time, all three cocks hard and leaking already. You’re already on a power trip, and their moans are helping keep you there. “Want to taste it so bad,” Changbin admits before sneaking a glance his friend’s way. “Sorry, Chan, but I’ve been thinking about it ever since you walked in. Bet you taste perfect.”
“She does,” Jisung and Chan agree in unison, which makes them chuckle. Jisung continues, “As far as I remember.”
“You’ll get to try soon if she lets us,” Chan says, hand gently squeezing the back of your neck while you bob your head around his friend’s cock. “Hm, will you?”
You hum around Changbin’s shaft before letting it fall out of your mouth. “Just say when.”
“How about now?” Jisung asks from the side, which makes you look at him. He seems more confident now that your fingers are wrapped around his cock, now that your attention isn’t focused solely on him.
In a matter of a minute, they get you up on your feet and take off your clothes. Suddenly, three pairs of hands are groping every possible part of you, but gently, giving light squeezes and smacks, mouths planting kisses here and there. Changbin grabs you by the chin, his thumb sinking into one cheek, other fingers into the other one as he pulls you in closer to kiss you. Fuck, he’s just as good as he looks.
While you’re too busy kissing him back hungrily, Chan leans down and takes your nipple into his mouth, his hands on your waist. Jisung wraps his arms around you from behind and pushes his hips into your ass, making you feel his erection on your skin, his other hand groping the swell of your ass.
You’ve felt four hands on you one time before this, but it was hasty and drunk, and nerves were getting the better out of all three of you. Tonight, you don’t feel any anxiety at all. You know both Chan and Jisung and feel safe with them. They know Changbin, who seems harmless too, and you see no reason to be afraid or nervous around them.
Still, the four hands are no match for six—on your face, tits, ass, Jisung’s sliding down to your crotch, cupping it. He hums into your ear from behind when he touches you. “So wet just from sucking dick? Some things never change.”
Chan chuckles into your chest at the comment, giving your tit a gentle bite. “Some people like to please.”
You look down at him, breaking away from the kiss, panting an inch away from Changbin’s face as the man moves down to kiss your neck. “Don’t we both?”
Chan looks down at his very hard cock, proving your point. The last time you two did this, you realized you’re very similar—both dying to please, getting turned on by hearing the other moan and whimper. The night felt long just because you got even more turned on when the other one came because of you. You have a feeling tonight will be the same.
“My palm is fucking wet,” Jisung chuckles, planting a kiss on your shoulder as he runs his palm up and down your slit before easing a finger inside of you. You clench around it instantly, welcoming it. “Fuck.”
“Let’s get you wet for real,” Changbin suggests, nudging his head towards the bed.
“This isn’t your first time doing this,” you tell him as Jisung eases his finger out and lets you walk over to Chan’s bed.
“The three of us together?” Jisung asks. “No.” Chan has already confirmed this earlier, but now your mind decides to take you there, to the scenes of the three of them sharing someone, maybe even more people. And you are going to be on the receiving end of all that tonight.
“Okay,” you nod with excitement written all over your face, “so you lead then.”
Changbin chuckles when you walk over to where he’s standing at the foot of the bed, his hand grabbing a fistful of your ass. “Yeah, you’re gonna be a good girl and listen?”
You nod, wondering if you could get him to be a good boy for you some other time. He seems just the type, which is why you’re this insanely attracted to the guy. The whole Jisung thing was entirely vanilla back then, and Chan—while seemingly someone who would thrive off of getting instructions—seemed to want to hold onto any semblance of control he had. It just meant you’d have to break him in. Changbin, on the other hand… He looks like he’d be down for anything from the get-go, and that’s exactly where you’re at right now.
“Great,” Chan walks up to you from behind, and hugs you, hands cupping your tits. “Then let us make you feel good.”
You weren’t sure what you had in mind, but it definitely wasn’t the position they have you in right now—this is even better.
You’re on top of Jisung, straddling his face, while his cock is right under your mouth. It’s a weird 69 if you will, but only because Changbin is kneeling on the floor next to the bed with his hands on your ass, keeping your cheeks spread, and Chan is kneeling above Jisung’s thighs, his cock next to your head.
And then, they start, and you don’t even know what you’re supposed to—you can’t even think about it. Jisung sucks on your clit, humming against it, using his tongue to apply pressure to it, which makes you moan and grunt, looking up at Chan who has his fingers around his cock. He looks perfect like that—all big and sweaty, lip caught between his teeth as he tugs at his cock right next to your mouth, his fingers in your hair, petting it. “Like having Jisung’s mouth on you?”
You whimper, forcing out a nod, but your vision is already blurry because Changbin joins in and starts running his tongue all over your slit. Jisung is focusing solely on the clit while Changbin’s mouth is licking and sucking everything around it. “Yeah, I thought you would. You said he was good, made you come… Like feeling him on you again?”
“Yeah, fuck, he is amazing,” you compliment the guy who can’t respond because his mouth is attached to you at this point, tongue pushing you towards your orgasm. “Changbin too.”
He, on the other hand, pulls away from your cunt just to giggle and tell you, “Such a tasty pussy. Can’t wait to fuck it, damn.”
“It feels as perfect as it tastes,” Chan agrees, cupping your chin. “Want to help me out here?”
He looks down at his dick, so you open up, despite the moaning, and let Chan shove his cock in your mouth, groaning when you wrap your lips around it and him.
For a while, you shift your focus onto his cock, trying to make it as good as possible for him, wishing you could get up and grope him, graze his chest with your fingers, grope his ass. You can't get up, but you do move one of your hands back and cup Chan’s ass cheek, squeezing it while you almost choke on his dick, tears spilling out of your eyes.
“Easy, man,” Jisung says once he moves away from your clit. “We're just getting started, don't wear her out.” While he's speaking, his hands move up and down your outer thighs and hips as if he's trying to soothe you. Then, Jisung places a kiss on your inner thigh and starts sucking your clit again.
“Am I going too hard on you?” Chan questions but pulls his shaft out of your mouth. You shake your head and stick your tongue out, so he smacks it with his cock a time or two, grinning at you. “Good, because we're just getting started.”
Meanwhile, Changbin isn't stopping—his lips feel like they're all over you, kissing every inch of your cunt and slit, not leaving a speck untouched. His fingers are digging into your ass cheeks, keeping them spread for easier access. He's a messy eater—you don't have to see him to know your juices are smeared all over his mouth and chin and that he likes it.
Jisung’s hands stroke your back from your ass down to your shoulders, pressing your body against his, making you feel his toned torso right under yours.
“Nice and spread for me, fuck,” Changbin mumbles, smacking your ass before squeezing it again. “Bet you look even prettier with a dick in here.” He sticks his tongue inside of your cunt and starts moving it and out, making you practically scream against Chan’s cock.
“She looks perfect,” he compliments you, hand cupping your cheek while the other one grazes your scalp. “Can't wait to ruin you again.”
You hum, deciding not to tell Chan you could ruin him if you wanted to.
“Can you guys shut the fuck up and focus on making her come?” Jisung grunts against you, sliding his hands down to your tits and starting to tug at your nipples. You would laugh at his impatience if you weren’t too busy moaning and enjoying every second of this.
“Jisung’s getting antsy,” Chan notes with a giggle. “Be a good girl and spit on his cock.”
You do as asked, realizing it is right under you, but you were too preoccupied with Chan to even look down. “Fuck,” you hiss, wrapping your fingers around it after letting go of Chan’s firm ass. “So hard.”
Jisung bucks his hips into your hand, clearly excited about your touch. “He has a thing for you, of course he's fucking hard,” Chan informs you. The way he smirks tells you it’s actually true, and he’s enjoying the whole situation. “Are they giving you good head?”
“Perfect,” you admit. You’ve never had two men go down on you this way, two mouths on your slit, two tongues rubbing you.
“Let's make it better,” Changbin suggests and eases two fingers into you easily, licking your lips while Jisung focuses solely on your slit. Two tongues and two fingers send you into overdrive, moan after moan leaving you as Chan pets your head and coos at you.
“Good, pretty? About to come, yeah? Good, just relax…”
The second you stop focusing on Chan’s face and Jisung’s dick in your hand, you come around Changbin’s fingers hard, so hard you practically scream. You're sure the guests in the living room have heard you, but somehow you don't give a damn. You're so turned on you open your mouth and take Jisung’s cock in all the way, choking on it while he keeps stimulating your clit, wanting you to ride it out on his friend's fingers. But, he has to stop to moan your name when you deepthroat him and swallow hard. “Fuck, that's perfect!”
Chan chuckles, hand gripping your hair tight, cooing at you, “Yes, that’s a good girl, take all of him. Make Jisung feel good.”
“Shit!” he moans from under you, legs spread apart, falling onto the mattress. “S-so good…”
“Can I feel you?” Changbin mutters from behind. When you hum in response, he pulls your hips up, away from Jisung’s face, and positions himself at your entrance. “What a nice cunt.”
With that, Changbin starts to push his tip in slowly, little by little, getting you used to it. However, he’s fingered you for a long time, using scissoring motions to pry your walls open, so you don’t really need him to take it easy on you. To point this out, you smack your hips back until your ass touches his thighs, and you both grunt at the feeling of his cock fully entering you.
“Hungry for dick,” Chan notes, still petting your head while he watches you suck Jisung’s dick. He’s lying on the bed, hands playing with your tits.
“God, your mouth feels so fucking good,” Jisung compliments you, squeezing your tits. “Want to fuck it so bad…”
You are already kind of lost at this point—a cock is inside of you, sliding in and out gently as Changbin gives you time to adjust. Another is in your mouth and the third is right above your face, in Chan’s hand. You’re not sure who to touch first or what to focus on.
“No, no, don’t overwhelm her,” Changbin says from behind, his hands gripping your hips. “Want her to enjoy it.”
“I am, don’t worry. You have such a nice, hard dick,” you say, taking a break from Jisung just to tilt your head up and stick your tongue out towards Chan. Instantly, his cock is on your tongue, and you start sucking hard.
Changbin takes this as a sign that he should start going hard. When he does, you get pushed forward onto Chan’s cock. You quickly get pulled back onto Changbin’s length, taking all of it. While this is happening, Jisung’s hand moves to his cock, which he tugs at while he gropes your tit and moans under you, clearly enjoying the sight of your body right above his, getting filled with two cocks.
“Shit, shit,” you grunt, letting Chan’s cock fall out of your mouth just to pay attention to Jisung’s length again. You start jerking off both of them. “Fuck, Changbin, just like that.”
When you glance at him over your shoulder, the man grunts and bites down on his bottom lip. “That's right, look at me when I fuck you.”
You hum and continue looking right into his eyes, as asked, while your fingers tug at the other men's cocks. Chan massages your scalp as if he's telling you you're doing well, and that gets you to lean into his touch and practically purr. You knew he was gentle and good at this, but not this much.
While you're too preoccupied with Changbin fucking you hard, Jisung wiggles from under you and gets on his knees right next to Chan. You want to reach out and touch him, so you do, but you have to pull away—Changbin is fucking you too hard to keep your balance on your knees alone that you need one knee of the bed. “Sorry, I can't,” you apologize, glancing at him just to find your old fling looking down at you with a smirk, lip caught between his teeth.
“Don't worry about it,” Jisung says as he cups your cheek. “You're here to enjoy. Look so hot getting fucked.”
“Doesn't she?” Chan chimes in, pulling your hand away from his cock. “It’s okay, let it go. Just relax…”
It's insane how good they can make you feel just by kneeling there naked with their hands on your cheeks, gently caressing you while their friend is fucking you from the back so hard you think he could split you in half if he really wanted to. But, you like it that way when you're this horny and ready—you could keep going all night. “She looks perfect from this angle too,” he mutters. “Even when she's not looking.” With that, Changbin smacks your ass to remind you he asked you to look at him. The smack just riles you up, makes you get down on your elbows and stick your hips out even more for him.
“You really want me to blow, huh?” The chuckle he lets out sounds worn out, and you have a feeling this is turning the man on more than you originally thought. “Want me to give it to you?”
You grunt in response, elbows on the bed, hands grabbing your thighs, fingers digging into them. “Yeah!” You nod, looking at him over your shoulder again, moaning when you see how deliciously fucked out he looks—face sweaty and red, jaw clenched, huffing through his teeth with every sharp move of his hips. “How do you want it?”
“Such a good girl!” he hums, pulling out slowly. The second his shaft leaves you, Changbin grabs your hips and turns you around, making you lie on your back. Then, he gets on the bed between your legs and sticks it in you again. “Want to look at your pretty face while I give it to you.”
“Perfect,” you mumble and pull him in, tangling your fingers in his hair. “Want it so bad.”
“Mhm, I can feel you clench… So fucking tight,” Changbin whispers into the kiss, his hips moving incredibly well, carrying so much strength in each thrust. When he bottoms out, his pubic bone smacks your clit, which has you moaning after each thrust.
“Feel so fucking big in me,” you tell him, hands grabbing his ass, pulling him in closer, even though he's already on top of you, cock in you, mouth on your face. “Fuck!”
“Mouth?” Changbin asks, asking for permission to come in it, which you grant him with a nod.
Before you know it, he's on his knees, straddling your chest as you get up on your elbows and open wide. Changbin fills your mouth full of cum, moaning so sweetly as he does, eyes never leaving your face, not even when both his friends grunt and start jerking off at the sight of cum shooting out of him and into your mouth, painting your tongue white.
“Oh my God, this was perfect,” he says hastily, shifting his knees downward so he can lean in and kiss you, even though your mouth is full of him. Somehow, that gets you going even more. So, Changbin is that kind of guy… Perfect. He keeps kissing you for a long while until his breathing evens out.
Chan gently shoves him to the side, reminding him that he is not the only guy here. “Dude…”
He opens his eyes and looks at you. “Sorry,” he apologizes to Chan but stares right at you, kissing you again. “My bad.”
Chan is the next one to kiss you as he helps you get up on your knees, his body pressed into yours. “Ride me, please,” he whispers into your ear. The please sounds so weak you have no choice but to oblige, realizing he's even more turned on now.
“Sure,” you agree, smacking his ass. “How do you want me?”
A while later, you find yourself on Chan’s lap with your back turned to him, riding his dick while Jisung stands above you so you can suck him off while riding.
The position allows you to feel Chan fully, his body right under you, big hands helping you lift your hips and bring them down. At the same time, you hold onto his thigh and have a hand on Jisung’s hips, wanting to suck him well while looking right up at him. Never in a million years did you think you'd fuck Jisung again, but you're getting a second chance tonight and you want to make it count.
“That's right,” Jisung coos, one hand in your hair, the other holding your jaw. “Fuck, you're good with your mouth… Take dick so well.”
Chan quickly agrees, giving you a light squeeze. His back is resting against the headboard and the stack of pillows so he uses that as balance while he moves his hands up to your tits and squeezes them, fingers rubbing your nipples. “Rides it perfectly, too,” he hums from behind you. “Shit, yeah, move your hips like that, show me how good it makes you feel.”
The dirtier their mouths get, the hornier you become, and by now, you're crazy horny, on the brink of coming again. You're moving your hips in circles, making sure to arch your back and give Chan a good view of your ass. Changbin is lying right next to his friend, resting, watching the scene unfold with his fingers wrapped around his half-hard cock. “Damn it, looks nice,” he grunts, reaching for your ass just so give it a light squeeze. “Should have asked you to ride me too.”
“Fuck-buddy privileges,” Chan quips, giggling when you hum in agreement and start moving your hips up and down. Whenever they meet his skin, there's a loud wet smacking sound, and you're slowly getting drunk off of it. “Yeah, baby, faster… Keep going and I'll come.”
You take this as a challenge and start moving faster as you let Jisung’s cock fall out of your mouth. “We'll continue,” you promise, and he bites his lip. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look hotter than right then, all sweaty, hair sticking to his face and the back of his neck, naked, hard, wet, and unable to hide just how turned on he is.
Instead of moving away, Jisung crouches down so he can kiss you, whispering, “Can't fucking wait.” He kisses you again, both hands holding your face while he makes out with you hungrily, tongue swiping across yours while you keep bucking your hips into Chan’s, ecstatic about the attention you’re getting from one man while the other is inside of you.
When Jisung pulls away, he sighs and looks down, staring at the place where your body meets his friend’s, enjoying it. “I should share with Jisung, right?” Chan asks out of the blue and wraps both arms around you. They slide up and down your sides as he gently pulls you into his chest. “Come, lean back.”
When you do, Chan hooks his hands under your bent knees and pulls them up, letting his cock fall out, letting Jisung see your gaping hole as Chan presses your knees into your torso, keeping you open for his friend. “Oh my God,” Jisung mumbles to himself, eyes zeroing in on your crotch as he gulps.
”Fuck me,” you simply say, wanting to feel him inside of you two. You’ve felt Chan before tonight, just recently, and it was as good as the last time, maybe even better. You’ve felt Jisung before too, but it’s been a long time and you’ve practically forgotten almost everything about it, except that you had a good time. “Want to feel you.”
That's all Jisung needs to move forward and smack his cock against your entrance. He pushes the tip down your slit and shoves it in, grunting when he feels your walls wrap around him. “Oh fuck, so wet!” he mumbles, leaning in to kiss you as he starts moving, squelching sounds filling the room.
“Can't take it?” you tease, chuckling when Jisung smirks at you with a look that tells you you’re fucked now.
“Oh, well see who can't take it.” He pulls away just to start snapping his hips back and then into you, immediately starting to fuck you hard, making you regret the teasing.
Their fucking styles are so different, yet you enjoy every single one. Changbin’s is hard and strong, there’s power behind every thrust, yet it feels uncontrolled. He seems like the type of guy who fucks to have fun and enjoy it, not to make it into a competition. In other words, he could fuck, come in five minutes, take a break, and then just keep going again.
Chan can go hard, but the night you spent together showed you he likes it slow too, likes trying out different positions, enjoys having you on top, controlling the pace and intensity, even though he likes to be in control. He focuses more on making you come, not wanting to come himself until you’ve done it. Well, that’s how he was the night you spent together.
And Jisung goes fast and hard, like Changbin, but he seems to have more control, which is surprising. When you first slept with him, he had anything but self-control. He fucked you well for a while but soon got lost in pleasure and started getting sloppy, losing control of his hips, grunting and hissing until he came into the condom. He’s a different guy tonight, someone else entirely—sharp and precise, each thrust gets you to moan.
When you moan especially loudly once he hits the spot, Jisung smirks and pulls away from your face as if he realizes he can use that. And use it, he does, focusing on the same spot, focused only on grazing against it when he fucks you. “You sound so good when you’re getting fucked,” Chan tells you from below, one arm wrapped around you, on your breast, while the other one moves down the curve of your stomach until it finds your clit. “Yeah, like that, let us hear you.”
Changbin pushes himself into a kneeling position and spits on his fingers. “Let me,” he tells Chan, who quickly moves his hand back to your tit, both of them now in his warm hands. Changbin’s fingers find your clit while Jisung pistons into you. With his other hand, he leads your hand to his cock, making you jerk it until it’s fully hard. “Good girl,” Changbin hums, rewarding you by pushing his fingers harder against your clit.
“Fuck,” Jisung grunts. “Clenching so hard…”
Chan starts rutting into your back from below, leaking precum so it sticks to your back, but it just turns you on even more. “What is it, handsome, want more?” you ask when you cock your head to the side and find yourself face to face with him.
“Always,” he agrees with a grin. When you smile back, Chan kisses you, pinching both your nipples. “Can’t wait to fuck you again.”
The feeling of all of them on you, around you, is crazy good—hands on your tits, a cock in your hand, fingers on your clit, two hands pushing your thighs into your chest, a dick in you. Perfect.
Jisung pulls out, kicking his head back. “Go,” he nods at Chan, “you can go.”
Chan reaches down so he can ease his cock into you, both of you moaning when it’s fully inside of you, your hand letting go of Changbin’s cock.
“A bit up, babe,” Chan instructs, and you lift your hips off of his just an inch or two. Changbin goes back to rubbing your clit and Jisung grabs your hips, helping you stay up as if he senses what his friend is about to do.
You have a feeling of what’s to follow, but you don’t expect him to go as hard as he does, nearly knocking you back into him, almost causing you to fall onto him. But, Jisung’s hands are on your hips, keeping you in place. Chan’s are right above, on your waist, and you’re not moving an inch, even though he’s pistoning into you so hard you can just close your eyes and relax, let him fuck into you like you’re there just to get stuffed with dick. Actually, you are—you just thought it would be one, not three, but who’s counting?
“You okay?” Changbin asks, one hand on your head, sweeping your hair back while the other continues to rub circles into your clit. He’s probably asking because you sound like you’re hurt, moaning and grunting, breathing heavily.
You nod, opening your eyes to look at him, show him you mean it. “Good,” he grins, “you still have to ride me later.”
His teasing makes you chuckle loudly, but the chuckle turns into loud moans when they go in on you harder. “You look so good when you get fucked hard,” Jisung tells you, grunting, fingers sinking deeper into your flesh. “So fucking good.”
Chan is the only one who isn’t saying much except incoherent swearing, but you can’t blame him—he’s keeping his body away from the mattress, using his feet and back as support while he pushes his hips up into you, hard, fast, calculated. It doesn’t take them longer than a minute to get you to come around Chan’s cock hard. The angle is just perfect, allowing his cockhead to graze against your g-spot with every thrust, and Changbin’s doing a great job with your clit. “Gonna come, yeah?” Chan asks as if he can’t tell by your screaming.
“Yeah, she’s about to blow on your dick,” Changbin confirms, grinning at you. “Pretty little cunt.”
“Take dick so well,” Jisung adds, eyes focused on your cunt and the way you’re letting Chan use it.
When they realize you’re coming, they go in even harder until you plop down on Chan, moving your hips away from their touch. You get a minute or two of rest on Chan, his arms stroking your sides, Jisung’s doing the same with your thighs, Changbin with your cheek.
“Sound so good when you come,” Jisung compliments you, and the two agree with a hum.
“Want to hear how you sound when you come,” you retort, opening your eyes and pushing yourself up on your elbows. “Let me hear.”
Jisung closes his eyes and grunts before he moves in closer, humming. “That’s what you want?”
“Yeah,” you nod, “want both of you to come.”
“Who goes first?” Chan asks, and the two exchange glances while Changbin continues stroking your face with one hand, the other moving down to touch your tits.
“Why not both?”
With a lot of patience and lube, a long while later, two cockheads are pushing against the rim of your hole, stretching your pussy perfectly. They’ve prepared you well, you’re dripping wet, horny, unbelievably so, yet the movement stings. But, the pleasure is more intense than the pain, so you nod and they sink into you further, Chan from below, and Jisung from above.
Chan is barely moving since he's under you, but you're sure he's feeling all of it, just like you are. But, you can’t even imagine what they’re feeling—a warm and wet wall on one side, a hard dick on the other. The realization that the undersides of their cocks are pressed together inside of you gets you even wetter.
“Shit,” you grunt at the feeling, unable to stop clamping around them both, ��you’re so big.”
“There’s two of them,” Changbin grunts from the side, and you laugh, reaching to take his cock in your hand.
“Feeling neglected?” you joke, starting to stroke him. “Hm?”
You want him to admit it, want to break his pride, and hear him say he wants your attention, even if it’s embarrassing to say it in front of two guys who are currently inside of you. “Maybe a little,” he admits. “Haven't been in you in a while…”
You giggle and motion for him to come closer to you so you can wrap your lips around him and start sucking on his shaft.
Jisung grunts and starts fucking into you shallowly, grazing against the both of you with every movement. He's moving slow, allowing all three of you to get adjusted to it, hissing with every move. “So fucking tight,” Jisung informs you, sweaty and hard, eyes staring into yours. “Fuck.”
“Too much already?” you tease even though you're impressed by how hard he still is, by the fact that he hasn't blown already. You take Changbin’s cock in your mouth again, eyes locked with his friend's.
“No, no!” he protests so eagerly that both his friends chuckle. “Just tighter than earlier.”
“You say that like it's a bad thing,” Changbin quips, his hand on your cheek, slowly making its way to your hair. “You know, you're doing too much talking for someone handling three dicks at once.”
“Baby,” you grunt the word at him teasingly, “if I stopped talking and sucked you like I meant it, you'd come in my mouth again.”
Chan laughs from under you, palms rubbing your sides, mouth kissing your shoulder. “God, I want to fuck you so bad.”
“You move then,” Jisung tells him, stopping in place when he's balls deep inside of you.
Changbin is still smirking at you, thinking about your earlier comment. His hands grip your head. “Show me how good that throat game is.”
You nod, and he starts fucking your throat, careful not to go too deep at first. Chan starts moving at the same time, pushing his cock into you, and lifting his hips off the bed. It's rhythmical—Chan thrusts up and fills you fully. Changbin does the same and enters your throat, his hands keeping your head in place while he moans at you, eyes glued to yours.
“It is really fucking tight,” Chan agrees, hissing, teeth grazing your neck. “Can barely move.”
“Damn, then stretch it,” Changbin huffs. “Or let me do it.”
Jisung laughs, leaning in to take your nipple in his mouth, his thumb starting to circle your clit. Chan is still fucking you slowly, in and out, sliding down along Jisung’s length, making him moan into your nipple. “You're so good to us,” he practically whispers at you, getting you to moan around his friend's dick. “Taking all three of us so well.”
Changbin agrees, and so does Chan, who bottoms out with a loud grunt. “The best ever,” he mumbles. “So so fucking good, don't want to pull out, ever.”
“Greedy,” Changbin adds, caressing your face before he thrusts into your throat so hard your eyes water. He looks down at you questioningly and you blink at him, which makes him rub your cheek and thrust again. “You can't keep something this nice to yourself.”
“Oh, if it were my call, I would,” Chan admits, thrusting into you a bit harder. “Fuck you day and night.”
The thought makes you clench around him even though it's not something either one of you wants—it's just sex, which is why you have no problem including his roommates. You figure it's the same on his end.
“When we last did this, you had trouble taking one,” Jisung goes back to his earlier topic, releasing your nipple from his wet grasp, thumb still circling your clit, getting you to relax. “Now you're insanely good at it.”
Your mouth races to that night, remembering the stinging you felt when he pushed his dick into you, how your eyes watered when he fucked you hard, unable to control his movements, how good he made you feel before he came into the condom, muttering apologies.
You let Changbin’s dick fall out of your mouth and look at Jisung. “You fuck a lot better too,” you admit, watching his cheeks get a bit red, eyes looking down as he gets flustered. “A lot more control. Why don't you move too? Want to feel both of you move…”
They do, and it's probably the best thing you've felt—two hard dicks in you, moving simultaneously, at the same pace, making you grunt and clamp around them, making you hold onto Changbin’s thighs as he fucks your throat and forces tears out of your eyes. His thumbs wipe them off your cheeks as he mutters praises at you. “So so good for me,” he hums, “such a pretty mouth, taking it so well. Pretty pussy too… Letting the two of them fuck you like that. You shouldn't be able to look this cute while taking two cocks, but here you are. Pretty, pretty, so fucking hot.”
“I'm close,” Chan warns from below, voice giving off just how high-strung he is. “I want to come in you badly.”
You nod, and Changbin says, “Do it.”
“Yeah?” Chan asks for confirmation, and you nod and hum, which makes him speed up.
When he does, Jisung starts breathing faster, grunting with every thrust. Changbin pulls his dick out of your mouth and pets your head, allowing you to focus on the two go them starting to fuck you harder, and stretch you further.
Jisung uses this chance to kiss you, shove his tongue into your mouth, and make you lie down on Chan again. When you break the kiss, you turn your head to the side and kiss your date, moaning into his mouth. “Come, give it to me, Chan,” you say, turning to look at Jisung. “Can't wait to feel it in me.”
It doesn't take them long to come, both at pretty much the same time, shooting strings of cum inside of you while you clench and groan. It's probably the most intense thing you've experienced, but the party's not over yet.
Jisung kisses you gently, tilting your head up so he can press kisses all over your face before he sighs. “Fuck, that was good.”
With that, he gently pulls out and moves down the bed, giving Chan enough space to do the same. However, Changbin has other plans. He looks down at you with a grin, “I was promised a ride…”
You nod and cup your sex, careful not to let everything spill out of you, Chan, and his bed. Changbin throws himself down and grunts when you straddle him with a chuckle. “Sure you don't mind the cum?”
“What's a little cum in comparison to fucking your cunt?” he asks and bites down on his lip when you sink onto him, your eyes glancing at Chan, who's all sweaty and red in the face, trying to catch his breath.
“And they say romance is dead,” he jokes, making you chuckle.
“I did give you like 50 compliments earlier but you were too busy getting railed, so…” Changbin lets his voice trail off, grinning at you.
The whole thing is messy and complicated, but maybe you like complicated after all.
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hypothetically (so no reblogging just to say i cant do that, play the game!), if you could only listen to ONE kpop song on repeat for a whole day, what would it be?
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