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Kitty

bangchan x fem! reader

warnings! MDNI18+, DD/LG (AGEPLAY), PIV, no protection, pussing eating, slight pussy play, brief pussy slapping, cumming inside, reader refers to pussy as a 'kitty', reader refers to cum as 'pee' (no actual piss), reader acts extremely innocent/naive, HUGE daddy kink, multiple orgasms implied(f!rec), crying during sex (f!), tummy bulge (if you squint), there will be a brief aftermath provided!, brief intro to the play, reader pretends to be asleep (pls lemme know if I missed any!)

notes! my fics are fantasy and are not meant to represent the members in anyway. you've read the warnings and if you wish to proceed it's by your volition. read this before you continue. other than that, enjoy :)

3.5k words | 3.7k (aftermath included)

Maybe you should have had Chan specify what he meant by calling his own kink weird, but you didn't. Everyone has a 'thing' they like to do in the bedroom, strange or not. You've been with Chan long enough to comfortably engage in several different techniques in the bedroom, but this was one...different.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," your boyfriend notices the confused look on your face. "Not everyone likes it and I know it's weird as fuck. It doesn't matter if-"

You put your hand up, effectively stopping him from continuing. "No no no! It's not that. I just...I've never really heard of that before." You're not sure if your words make him feel at ease, but his shoulders relax slightly. "Yeah, it's...a play more or less. A role-play, but we don't have to if you don't want to."

He's being honest, you know this. Chan would never make you do anything you're not comfortable with, and your intimate life is already amazing. Engaging in this...play is just a fantasy for him. It won't make or break your relationship.

"I never said I didn't want to," you try and stay neutral about the situation. "It's just new to me. I'll think about it, okay?"

And think about it you did. It was on your mind days after the conversation. All you could think about was how different it was compared to the normal sex routine you guys had. Even if the topic was hardly brought up, you did your own research. Learning about safe words, titles, and, seemingly the most important part, the acting.

Video after video, there was a consistent theme. This 'daddy' was always in control and the 'little girl' did nearly everything she was told to. Feigning innocence in a way that made you squeamish, but weirdly aroused.

It's different, yes, but doable. Chan and you are adults, this is merely roleplaying. It's not until a week later than you tell him you're okay with it. He's surprised, in denial even.

"Are you sure?" He can't help but double-check. "If you're doing this just to please me, you don't have to. I'm totally fine with how things are now."

You're already shaking your head before he finishes, "I'm not doing it just to please you. I really wanna try it. It seems interesting," Your boyfriend takes a deep breath, finally nodding.

"Okay, when did you want to try it?"

It's definitely weird laying in bed knowing you're going to get fucked. You stare at the ceiling of your bedroom, anticipation eating you. There isn't a set plan other than waiting for Chan to come through the door while you pretend to sleep. You told him you should just go with what feels good, but now you're wishing you had a script.

The sheets feel soft against your smooth legs when you twist and turn. You're wearing one of your crop tops and a simple pair of panties. To be fair, you didn't have a costume for the special occasion, but you tried.

Your mind begins to wander just when the door opens. A ray of light from the hallway streams on the ceiling and you snap your eyes shut. Your stomach flips as you hear Chan take the first few steps in. His feet shuffle closer until you feel the bed dip and you're trying your absolute best not to move.

Chan carefully lifts the blanket, tossing it on the other side of you to expose your legs to the cold air. Your body moves before your brain recognizes it. You rub your thighs together, trying to stay warm and turning your back to Chan while curling your legs comfortably.

A part of you thinks you've fucked up by going into a fetal position, but you soon feel Chan's heavy hand rest on your hip. His thumb rubs gentle circles over your skin before sliding it down your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh.

His fingers dig pleasurably, leaving subtle fingermarks on your skin.

Chan gets bold, reaching over you and finding the waistband of your underwear. He goes past the top, tracing the top of your pelvis before sliding his hand back out.

You can't help yourself from squirming even if you want to. A small whimper makes its way past you and you try and cover it up with a yawn. Chan chuckles at your attempt, grabbing you by the hips to put you flat on your back.

He pushes your thighs apart, exposing your clothed cunt to him. Chan trails his hand up until it cups your pussy, gently applying pressure. It's not enough for actual pleasure, but it makes you blink your eyes open, pretending to wake up.

Chan sits beside you, eyes locking where his hand plays with you. You slowly lead your hand to his wrist, taking hold of it.

"Cha-daddy," you blink at him, feigning confusion. "What are you doing?"

If Chan noticed your slip-up, he doesn't say anything about it. "Daddy's just playing with his girl. Is that okay?" He looks at you and you can tell something is different in his eyes. There's a type of hunger you haven't seen before. Almost ravening. You feel genuinely small under his gaze.

"I...it feels funny," your voice is small. Truthfully, you're not sure what you're supposed to say. You're just mimicking what other people have said in the pornos you've watched, but judging from Chan's expression, you're doing good.

Chan hums, opting to use the tip of his finger rather than his palm. "Where? Here?" He presses his digit against your core. Your thighs shake and your hips slightly jolt. You nod, "Yes. It feels funny there."

Chan - no - your daddy nods in approval, "It feels like that because I'm playing with it. Does it hurt?"

Even in character, your lover is always making sure you're okay. "No Daddy," you bat your eyes at him. "Doesn't hurt at all. It feels..." you trail off. Chan has started tracing the shape of your pussy, his finger going over your clit and between your lips.

Chan smiles, "Feels like what?" You get shy, turning your head the other way. Your daddy's having none it that though. His finger pulls away for a second before it's his palm you feel. He smacks your cunt just enough to make you squeal.

Chan! "Daddy!" You nearly yell his name. Your legs move to close, but Chan's faster, prying them apart as you squirm.

"I asked you a question, baby." Chan tuts at you. "You should listen to your daddy when he speaks." Normally, you would laugh at his cheesy line, but you're starting to float into a different headspace when you find yourself nodding instead, " 'M sorry! Sorry, Daddy."

Satisfied, Chan smoothes his hand over your cunt as if in apology. "That's okay, baby. You can answer Daddy's question now. What does it feel like?" This time, you find solace in his forgiving touch. "It feels good."

Something vibrates in Chan's chest similar to a purr. He rubs you a little harder, making your hips try and match his movements.

"Ohhh," you sigh dreamily. "I like that." Your hips shift up and down, making his hand slide against your slit. The underwear slowly begins to get soaked from your arousal and you're sure Chan can feel it through the material. He lets your hips rock a little more before pulling his hand away, making you whine.

"Daddy!" You pick your head up. "I was feeling really good!" Chan smiles at your frustrated tone, finding it both cute and amusing how deep you're in character. He crawls on the bed, putting either hand over each of your legs and lowering himself to his chest.

"Daddy can make you feel even better," he gives you a cheeky smile. "You want that?"

Immediately, you nod. Your legs begin to widen to make room for Chan to lay on his tummy, his face to your cunt. He places his hand on the inner parts of your thighs to massage the skin there, his fingers tickling your skin.

"You're so wet here, baby. Got your underwear all dirty. We should take them off." You nod obediently, lifting your hips so Chan can slide the panties down. A string of arousal connects from the material to your pussy. The air feels uncomfortably cold, and you can't help but voice your concerns to Chan, "Daddy, my kitty's cold."

Chan discards your soiled underwear on the floor, finally propping himself on his elbows to hook them around the underside of your thighs. "Aw, I'm sorry baby," he brings his lips close to your core. "Daddy can warm it up."

The feel of his tongue sends shivers down your spine. He starts at the entrance of your pussy before licking towards the very top, flicking your clit before he descends back down. You hum at the sensation, burying yourself deep into the pillow. Chan keeps his tongue flat against your cunt, lapping up your pussy with long kitten licks.

With your knees bent, you spread them fully apart to give Chan full access. The warm pleasure from his tongue makes you mewl, gripping the sheets and making your back cave into the bed. "Daddyy," you whimper his name. "Daddy you're so good."

Chan looks up at you, using one of his hands to splay across the exposed part of your tummy. He watches your pretty face contort in pleasure, mouth open as even prettier sounds leave it. His tongue finds your bud and swirls it in his mouth, feeling the way your stomach tenses in his hold.

You're unbelievably, wet. The arousal drip onto the sheets, your ass, his chin. Though Chan's tongue makes you feel unexplainably good, you can't but feel empty. Your cunt clenches around nothing which only makes you feel restless.

Strategically, you move your hands to thread them in Chan's curly hair, earning a groan from him.

"Daddy?" You call out to him. It takes a moment for him to pull away from your cunt. Chan seems to struggle with getting your pussy out of his mouth. He softly sucks on your clit, lolling his tongue on your flesh leisurely. It's not until you tug on his hair that he finally lets up.

He has a frown on his glistening face as he lifts his head, "You know that Daddy was busy, baby. It's not very nice of you to interrupt like that." It's unsettling to see Chan upset, even if he's playing a character. You want to please him in any way possible and you feel a little dejected seeing him like this.

"I- I didn't mean to," you make your voice small. "Are you...mad at me?"

The expression on Chan's face softens and he squeezes your stomach affectionally. "No baby, I would never be mad at you. You're doing such a good job for me. Daddy just loves giving your kitty kisses, that's all. I didn't mean to make you sad."

Maybe it's because you're so deep in the scene, but his words bring you comfort. It feels as though your main source of pleasure is his pleasure. You've never experienced this type of dynamic with Chan, but it's far from uncomfortable. You want him to take care of you, to praise you, to use you. The only way you can make sure you feel good is to make him feel good.

"You promise?" You peer into his eyes with unfiltered emotion. "You promise you're not mad at me?" For reassurance, Chan kisses your thigh. His lips trail across your pussy to get to the other leg. "I promise baby," he pecks your skin again. "You can tell Daddy what you wanted to say earlier."

You nod, "I really like it when you kiss my kitty Daddy. I really, really do. But my tummy feels so...empty. Is that supposed to feel funny too?" When you say it like that, you don't even need to bat your eyelashes at Chan for him to surrender to your request. He pauses for a moment, thinking. "I think I get it. Does it tickle on the inside?"

You nod again.

Chan hums, pretending to be deep in thought. "That's normal too, baby. Daddy can keep giving you kisses, but I don't think that'll be enough. Here, I have an idea."

Silently, you watch as he props himself on his knees, lifting his shirt over his head only to be left in boxers. The outline of his cock is noticeable and even in the barely lit-up room, you're sure you can see it gathering slick from his tip.

Chan hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down. Inch by inch, he lowers them until his cock springs free, slapping his abdomen.

You gasp, "Daddy! That's so big!" And you're not lying. You've seen Chan's cock countless times, but it seems extra big as he knee-walks closer to you and places himself between your thighs. He strokes himself, pulling on his cock until the skin covers his tip and dragging it back down. "It's supposed to be big because it's gonna help you not feel empty anymore. It'll help with those tickles in your stomach too."

Chan uses his thumb to press his dick to your cunt, catching your clit in the process. You whine when it slides against your folds, "Ooo, daddy. Those feel like your kisses."

He giggles, trailing his cock a little lower until it catches your entrance. "It's gonna feel much better than kisses, baby."

The head of his cock easily slides in your cunt. You pick your head up and watch as Chan fucks the first few inches of his length in you. His thrusts and shallow and quick, but it's enough to make you raise your legs off the bed.

"Daddy! Daddy, daddy, daddy! It's in me! You're in me!" You can't tear your eyes away from where your bodies connect. You can feel him sink in deeper. You can feel how your pussy deliciously stretches around his girth. Chan grabs each of your ankles and hooks your legs over his shoulders. Your cunt has opened perfectly for him, it takes one more move of his hips before he's settled deep inside you.

Your legs shake and you can feel Chan's tip just below your belly button. You try and open your mouth to speak, but all you can do is squeal and moan.

"Not an 'it', baby. It's called a cock. Can you say cock for me?" Chan slowly thrusts in you. He rocks his body gently, sliding in before pulling a few inches out. You want to do what your daddy says, but it's so hard to. Talking is nearly impossible with how deeply he's grinding into you. Yet, you tilt your head up to properly give him what he wants.

"C-c-cock. D-daddy's cock is in- in me," your teary eyes lock with his dominating ones. Chan smiles at you, lowering himself until you're nearly chest-to-chest. He feels blissfully deep in you like that with your legs still hooked over his shoulders. You weren't even aware that you could bend like this, but Chan has you doing the impossible.

The only warning you're given is a chaste kiss to the lips before he slams his hips into yours. Chan gives you no room to recover as he builds speed rather quickly. The pleasure from his cock burying itself inside you repeatedly is too much too fast, but you know your daddy wouldn't give you something you couldn't really handle.

Small uh-uh-uhs and gasps mix the sounds of your bodies connecting. It's too overwhelming for you to scream and moan, but Chan still can form coherent sentences as he groans mere inches from your face. "Tight little pussy. Daddy loves putting his cock in your kitty."

Meaning to or not, Chan puts his weight on your bent legs. The burning stretch strangely adds to the pleasure building in your stomach.

"Say it again," his eyes are dark when he looks at you. "Tell me who's cock is in your pussy."

It takes a moment to recognize the hot tears sliding down your face, salty on your lips. "You! It's you! Daddy's cock is in my little pussy. Daddy's cock feels so good in my kitty."

Chan's chest thunders with approval and he sits up straight to grip on of your thighs instead. Your legs are no longer being squished, but this angle gives Chan free rein on your cunt. The entire bed rocks with his powerful thrusts and you can hear the headboard hitting the wall rather expensively.

If you look down, you're sure you would be able to see Chan poke through your tummy, but you can't. Chan has a rough grip on your chin forcing you to look up at him. He drinks in your expression, the way your jaw drops, how your eyes roll to the back of your head. He's fucking you good and he knows it. Just the feel of your wet, soft walls tells him.

You don't want to cum, not without your daddy. But the hot pleasure stings so good that your cunt clenches onto him for stability. The slick between your legs grows louder, wetter, and dirtier. The fire reaches your chest and you swear you might explode.

"I'm gonna pee!" You suddenly gasp. "Daddy wait! I'm gonna pee!"

But he doesn't wait. Your daddy doesn't even slow down. His cock keeps hitting that gummy spot in your stomach that makes you cry out with each thrust. Even with those pretty tears sliding down your face, Chan doesn't stop fucking you.

"Oh, babyy," he sounds too sweet. "That's not pee. You're gonna cum. You're cum all over Daddy's cock and make a mess."

Logically, he's right, You're familiar with this feeling, but you can't seem to properly label it. All you know is your tummy is feeling warm and you think it'll feel good to let go.

"Is daddy-," you hiccup. "Is Daddy gonna pee too?"

Chan tuts, "What did I just say, baby?"

"Cum," you correct yourself. "Is Daddy gonna cum in my kitty?"

Chan breathlessly laughs and then nods. "Fuck yes. Daddy's gonna cum in your cunt over and over again. This is Daddy's pussy, you understand? This. Is. Mine." Every word is enunciated with a thrust. Your entire body shifts upwards onto the bed, but Chan's form dominates you regardless.

It feels like you're at a high. Your orgasm finally topples over when Chan takes his hand off your face to put it on your clit instead. His thumb presses down and swirls over your nub as your legs shake and tremble. "Daddy!" You look down at your pussy when you see his cock painted white every time he slides out. "Daddy I'm cumming! Feels so good to cum on daddy's cock. Don't stop, please please please..." It's all babbling as he fucks you through it.

Chan collects salvia in his mouth before spitting on your clit for more lubrication. He kneads his thumb on your swollen lips while pistoning his hips in and out of you. "Pussy squeezing me so tight. Fuck!" He groans. You keep your legs obediently spread as his sloppy thrusts finally come to a halt. He presses his cock deep, tip hitting your womb as warmth fills you.

The thumb on your clit falters, but it still manages to bring you to another high. Your head spins from the back-to-back orgasms, but you hardly mind the feeling when Chan's seed settles deep inside you.

He moans, staying content in your cunt as he unloads. "Good pussy," he grunts. Chan places his hands on your hips to ride out his high, fucking you not as hard but steadily. It feels euphoric to have his cock keep filling you, but your moans into whines with every thrust. "Mmm~" you collapse on the bed, letting him use your body even if it's too much. "Daddyy, you're making my kitty achy."

A small puff of air comes from his chest, a smile on his face. "Sorry. You know how much daddy loves your little kitty."

Rather than pulling out, Chan opts to let himself soften in your walls as he lays on your chest. Your legs wrap around his torso and you wrap your arms around his neck. Being this close to Chan has never felt more personal. It feels as though you need him. To feel his skin on yours reminded you that you're here, you're safe, and you're most importantly his.

Chan picks his head up, looking at you. "You okay? Does my baby need anything?" In response, you hug him tighter and gently rest his head back onto you.

"I just need my daddy."

~AFTERMATH (optional read)~

It took you much longer than you would've liked to float out of that headspace. Chan never left your side in the process. He has you facing him, tucked comfortably into his body as his hand trail up and down your back.

The cum has long dried between your legs, but your body is too tired to move and you don't want Chan away from you for more than a second.

"Oh my god," your voice is hoarse. "That was...something." Chan's chest jumps as he laughs, the sound vibrating onto your face. "That's one way to put it." His hand entangles in your hair to tilt your head to look at him. "How are you feeling though? You were pretty deep into the scene."

You grimace, "Ugh, I know. I don't even know how I managed to get that into it." Your fingers trace the outline of his pecs. "Was I...bad?"

Chan's eyes widen, "Bad?! What?! No baby you were amazing. Like, you could be an actor. I thought you were just hyping it up for me, but saying you were gonna pee and calling it a kitty? I don't know how I didn't cum right then and there."

You groan, pulling yourself from his grip to hide in his chest. "Shut uuupp." He giggles, kissing the top of your head, "Okay okay...Daddy's sorry."

"Shut up!"

a/n: this was deffoooo self-indulgent I don't even know what came over me. so scared on how this will perform but fuck it, we ball. thank you for reading! 🏷: @bethanysnow, @raesfictionn, @xxstrayland

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hjizngs · 2 months

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HELLO would u happen to be taking requests for skz smaus? if not nw <3

hey queen i am most definitely open to requests i just cannot promise when they’ll be posted🥰 im currently very much inactive, tjank yew for asking tho!😉

#📨#mayhaps i will get a sprinkle of motivation in the future #(this is my apology for being so inactive sorry lovelies🧍)

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hjizngs · 4 months

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THE EYEBROW PIERCING IM LOSING IT

IRS REALLL OH I PRAYED FOR DAYS LIKE THESE

#i audibly gasped #and moaned🤞#he’s so baddie #mutuals🎀

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hjizngs · 4 months

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If Hyunjin has an eyebrow piercing we need Chan with a nose piercing 🤭🤭🤭🤭 HE WOULD LOOK SO GOOD LIKE WEVE SEEN HIM IN THE FAKE ONES SO LIKE!!!! LETS GET SOME REAL ONES!!!!!

GOF i need him so bad… and while we’re at it hb lino lip piercing?!😵‍💫 jisung snake bites? seungmin tongue piercing???)!!🤰

#mutuals🎀#i NEED seungmin to eat me out w a tongue piercing #also this might have inspired me???😮#hmm..!

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hjizngs · 4 months

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praying to everything that it is🙏

if these airport pics are real and if hyunjin actually has an eyebrow piercing……… i will be passing away

#and then he gets a tattoo #and then all of skz gets piercings #and tattoos #and then i pass away❤️#mutuals🎀

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hjizngs · 4 months

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jisung vibes based on ur recent fake texts

IM CJRING

#he’s so silly #this actually happened i was there!#mutuals🎀#irish☘️🥰

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hjizngs · 4 months

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Heyo!

I think your text fics are super cute and was wondering if you could do texts with best friend skz?

hi!! im gonna try and post rhis in the next couple of days, thanks for the idea! migjt be a little later bc i’m currently in the middle of an academic comeback (😞✊), but it should definitely be out by the end of the week! thank u for requesting💕

#📨#anonnie #request

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hjizngs · 4 months

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i hope you feel better soon!!1!💘💘

sick days | lee minho

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hi! this is my first ever post on here,, hehe. constructive criticism is welcomed, hate is not.

cw: sick reader, petnames, slight cursing, slightly suggestive (??), angstyish oops, mostly fluff! just minho being the cutest bf :3

another hacking cough forces itself from your throat, leaving behind a painful sting and the inability to swallow. a frustrated groan emits you, followed by disgruntled sniffle. you hate being sick.

sore throats, gross coughs, painful headaches, and a stuffed nose were all a recipe for disaster — especially today. you and minho had planned out the perfect date; a picnic, stroll in the park, and finally a movie. you had looked forward to it all week, barely getting through. only the promise of seeing your boyfriend kept you going.

you turn over on your side, the gentle movement sending another round of pain signals ringing in your head. tears sprung to the corners of your swollen eyes. you were devastated at having to miss your date. blearily, you swung a hand over to the bedside table, blindly searching for your phone.

once found, you swiped over to minho’s contact. pressing the call button, you slumped back onto your pillow defeatedly.

“jagi?” came the sweet voice of your boyfriend. “what’s up?”

an exhausted whimper answers him. “min.. min i’m sorry” is all you can utter.

his voice instantly is filled with concern. “what’s my love sorry for, hm? is everything okay?”

“no, m’sorry min.. i feel so bad. my head hurts, and i puked earlier, and it —“ another pained sound exits you. “— it hurts.”

something shuffles over the phone, and your boyfriend is quick to reply. “oh, my poor jagi. i’m on my way, don’t worry.”

you furrow your brows. “wh-what? no no you don’t have to do that, min!”

“see you in five.”

your eyes rolled as your boyfriend hung up on you a abruptly (like he always does — and it never fails to surprise you). coughing again, you accept that there’s nothing you can do to stop him from coming over. you scan your messy room and groan. you’re sick! you don’t want him to see you like this!

you swing your legs over to the side of your bed, only pausing when a sneeze erupts from your pinkened nose. you settle your socked feet on the floor and attempt to rise to your feet.

you sway, blinking harshly as to try to clear the black spots plaguing your vision. maybe getting up wasn’t the best idea..? oh well.

slowly, you begin to shuffle around your room, picking up discarded clothes and trying to round up any embarrassing wrappers or trash. you’re halfway through folding another t-shirt when your body flashes hot, then cold. the pounding in your head increases tenfold and you drop the shirt in favor of clutching your temples. spots engulf your sight and you sink to your knees, not even attempting to make it to the bed.

you’re sweating. but the ceiling fan above only makes you shiver, goosebumps lining your arms. everything is too bright, and you squint from a combination of a headache and the glaring overhead light that suddenly feels like a thousand suns beating down on you.

another whimper crawls out of your dry throat. the only thing your fever-weakened mind can think is minho. where is minho? you need him, it hurts it hurts everything hurts —

“jagi?! oh my god, are you okay?” thunderous footsteps make their way to you and you wince at the sudden exclamation.

cold, cool hands press themselves to your trembling body and you sigh in relief. they stroke through your hair, carding through gently. you open one eye to see who they belong to, but clamp it shut immediately, the bright light making your eyelids pulse.

you hear shuffling from the side, and one of the hands leave you. you suppress a whine, but something in your expression must be alarming because the voice coos. “oh, baby, i’m just turning off the light, okay?”

no, it’s not okay. not when those hands are the only thing grounding you, keeping you from melting. however, as promised, the offending light gets shut off, and you hum in appreciation.

the nice hands quickly return to their rightful place in your hair, and you bravely attempt to open your swollen eyes again.

your boyfriend looks down at you gently. “my poor girl. let’s get you back into bed, hm?”

you nod pathetically, letting him lift you up and place you softly on your mattress. you murmur a quiet thanks and he kisses your sweaty forehead in response. he sits on the side of the bed next to you, placing his hand on your leg and rubbing comforting circles into your skin.

“have you eaten at all yet?” he inquires.

you shake your head, “no, not yet. i don’t think i could eat a thing without puking it back up, to be honest.”

minho hums at that, scanning your face. he reaches out and places a small hand on your forehead, feeling out your temperature. he frowns.

“i think we need to check for a fever, honey. you’re very warm.”

he moves to go stand and you pout. “don’t leave, please.”

“i’m just going to grab the thermometer and a glass of water, i’ll be right back, okay?”

“be fast!” you plead.

he cards a hand through your hair. “i’ll be so fast, jagiya.”

it feels like an eternity as minho tries to locate the thermometer from outside your bedroom. you shiver again, pulling the closest fuzzy blanket over you and burrowing into it.

and that’s how he finds you when he returns — a sweaty, sick burrito. you watch as he smiles down at you fondly, pulling back the blanket a little to take a look at you.

“think you can sit up for me? need help?” he asks.

“need help, please,” you respond nasally.

minho aids in positioning you up so you’re leaning against your pillow. he holds out the found thermometer and motions for you to open your mouth.

you oblige and he places the thermometer under your tongue. after a few moments, he pulls it out and looks down on it with a displeased expression — like it personally offended him.

“100.” he states, his brow crinkling. “yeah, you’re not leaving this bed.”

you sigh and slump farther into your blanket. “i’d rather hear that in a different situation.”

minho blinks slowly, fondly. “i’ll ignore that, just because you’re sick.”

you stick out your tongue as he rises from the bed to put away the thermometer. he looks down at you, unimpressed, but with a twinkle of amusement in his catlike eyes. “brat.”

“i’m sick!” you whine, “be nice.”

“i am being nice. so nice, in fact, that i’ll ignore this little attitude —“ he reaches down and pokes your forehead, “— because i know that you feel like shit.”

you roll your eyes when he’s turned and putting the thermometer in some drawer, but deep down you’re very grateful he came over to take care of you. for all his teasing, he really does treasure you. you still feel bad for canceling the date.

in some feverish, dramatic mood change, tears begin to well in the corners of your eyes. they’re hot and uncomfortable, and you sniffle. not only did you cancel the date, you’re acting like a brat instead of thanking minho for looking after you.

“m’sorry,” you croak from your cocoon of blankets.

minho turns around sharply and scans your face quickly. he strides over to the bed and sits beside you. “what?”

“m’sorry!” tears begin to trickle down your face, sticky and unwanted. you reach up to swipe them away.

minho’s hand reaches out, grabbing onto your arm and lightly tugging you into his chest. “silly girl. what are you sorry for?”

“f’making you come over and take care of me and being a brat and not saying thank you!” you rush out, slurring some words.

a chuckle shakes minho’s chest. “oh wow, you’re really out of it, huh?”

“i’m sorry!”

“hey, hey,” his joking manner disappears when a fresh wave of tears erupts from your eyes. “you have nothing to be sorry for. you’re sick. you have a fever, baby. you aren’t being a brat, i’m sorry i called you that when you weren’t feeling well.”

you peek up at him. “you mean it?”

minho doesn’t respond, just pulls you tighter into his chest and kisses the top of your hair. his cool hand rubs on your back soothingly under your shirt. he gently lays back onto your bed, cradling you to his chest.

“try to sleep some of this off. take a nap,” he orders you lightly. “i’ll be right here.”

at his words, you snuggle into him. he reaches to the side and pulls a blanket over the two of you. just before sleep takes it’s hold over you, you look up at him, catching his eye.

“thanks for being here, min. i love you,” you murmur, your eyelids getting heavier and heavier as you begin to succumb to sleep.

the last thing you hear before sinking into feverish dreams is, “anytime, baby. i love you more.”

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#glad u liked it!#muah

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THANK YOU SM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS🥳

i have a couple wips/ideas so i wanna know which would yalll like to see first?

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HAPPY NEW YEARS LOVES💘

have a healthy and great 2024! muah!!

#vennie speaks❕#YIPPE 2024 #happy new years💕

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IRIS OH MG GOF i jusr screamde out loud best new years present ever🥳🥳🥳

omg thots on 3some w 3racha in the studio….???🫣 w the door unlocked..???? eek!!!

first thought is that a 3some with 3racha is genuinely a fucking dream because HELLO!!! two super fucking buff men fucking the shit out of you and one insatiable, greedy, pussy drunk brat sloppily kissing you all over? give it to me NOW!

i can just envision being caught by changbin and jisung when you and chan are making out on the studio couch, you perched securely on his lap with two firm hands groping your ass. chan usually locks the door, but this time he was careless, and perhaps he wanted changbin and jisung to witness how he gets to have you, all desperate and out of breath after he catches them staring at you far too many times.

when poor jisung opens the door, he can’t help the flush of his face and the overwhelming sensation of his cock stirring in his sweatpants because you look so fuckable, and your ass looks so soft, and god—would you grind your cunt like that above him?

changbin wants to reprimand chan; as their hyung, he should’ve been more cautious, more responsible--they produce music here every day and now the pair of you are moments from fucking each other right on the studio couch? but he doesn't say anything. how can he when his throat becomes drier than it has ever become? how can he say anything when he’s dreamt of you in this situation for so long? and when chan finally looks over and shyly laughs before beckoning him to take you next, how can he say no when he’s fisted his cock to this very scenario?

changbin would be rough and fast, pounding you from behind, slapping your ass, and yanking your hair, almost punishing you for being such a whore—for being so keen to endure three cocks one after the other. he prays to whatever deity out there that he earns the chance of doing this again because he needs to fuck your ass; that ought to teach you a lesson! if you wanna get fucked so bad, take all three of them at once!

“god—you’re fucking insatiable, aren’t you? you’d bend over for some dick anywhere, huh?”

and chan, who landed the two of you in this predicament in the first place, calls you his greedy little thing. he’d be temperate compared to the other two, cooing and laughing breathlessly in your face, peppering you with lingering, sloppy kisses and urging you to jerk hannie off as he takes care of you.

“you like that, pretty? yeah, i know baby—you gonna cry? feels that good? can’t go a day without being filled up, hm? i’ll give it to you.”

and jisung, dirty little jisung who wants it messy—who yearns to spit in your mouth and have you choke and gag on his sore, thick cock as you’re getting fucked. jisung, who smears your mascara down your flushed cheeks and ensures you leave stains of your lipstick on his dick—he needs you to be a fucking mess.

“always so proper around everyone else--stupid slut for us though, yeah? tell me you like being used like this---nothing but a hole for us, yeah?"

or, perhaps one day, you'll make a mess out of him too. jisung wants nothing more than for you to spit in his face and slap him around. leave bruised, splotchy marks on his chest! call him your stupid fucking slut! bully him for being so desperate to eat you out! tug on his hair every time he becomes all fuzzy when he's eating you out! his eye will roll back, i promise.

either way, when they're not playing with you in the meanwhile, chan and changbin will be fisting their aching, overstimulated cocks, engraving this memory in their minds eternally to preserve it for masturbation fuel later!!!

#AHHHHSISJFCMCKDK #3racha smut #3racha #mutuals🎀

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Bro………..

HH HIS EYES? HIS HAIR?😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#thank u for showing me this #will be staring at it for the next hour #mutuals🎀

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TEXTING SKZ ON UR PERIOD

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big thanks tew @jeongin-lvr for the idea luv u bae

cw: period, cursing, a lil angsty??? not rly

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away from you.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, a touch of angst if you squint and then close your eyes entirely, unedited 🤷‍♀️ word count: 0.9k listen to 🎧: what i'm leaving for - lady antebellum note: yet another est. rel drabble because this is purely self-indulgent and i miss him very much lol

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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when you hear the key turn in the lock, you're up from the couch in a blink of an eye.

a pile of jittery nerves and longing, that's what you've been reduced to.

you will yourself to wait - the most patient you think you've been in a long time - until he hauls his suitcases past the threshold, until he takes off his coat and hangs it on the hook in the entryway, until he kicks off his shoes and places them neatly next to yours, until the keys are in the bowl, until he lets out a heavy but relieved sigh before shuffling further into your shared home.

you feel like you could cry the very second your eyes land on him. it's been months since you've been in the same room as him - exactly three and a half months, because you have been counting. counting down the days until he returns, until you're back in his embrace again.

not all of the lights are turned on, but there isn't a single part of you that cares about whether or not your living room is properly lit. you launch yourself at him with a force that sends him stumbling backward until his sweater-clad torso softly lands on the wall. minho gasps - a slightly alarmed oof! - but soon relaxes when he recognizes the familiar and comforting scent of your shampoo.

he greets you with a laugh, light and relieved, like a massive weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

"hi," you sniffle, feeling his arms wrap around your body, holding you tightly against his chest. god, it's not even dramatic to admit that you've been dreaming of this.

"hi," he says, voice muffled as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his soft hair tickling your skin. "why are you still up? i told you not to wait up for me."

"it's only 1am."

"but i know you've had a long week."

"don't care."

it's true. you can't bring yourself to care about the hellish week you've had because all of those troubles seem to melt away in his presence. you wouldn't even care if his flight had landed at 5 in the morning, because you would have stayed up the whole night to wait for him anyway.

minho makes everything better for you.

"i'm all gross from the plane," he says, though he doesn't ease his hold on you at all.

"don't care."

"you missed me that much?" there's something playful in his tone as he asks you this, partly because he always wants to tease you for being down bad for him, partly because he can sense that you're about to turn into a crybaby.

you pull back just enough to look at his face, his striking features illuminated only by the dim lights. but even then, he's still stunning. beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...

you pout with teary eyes as your fingers trace his cheek, his jawline, his sharp nose that you love so much. "don't make fun of me," you say, though your voice comes out a bit wobbly. "you know i missed you so fucking much."

he chuckles fondly at your language, his big eyes glimmering like a north star, before he dips his head to finally kiss you. and it's fucking liberating, the first kiss that you've shared in months.

his lips move languidly against yours, like he's trying to savor the moment, trying to commit to memory the taste of you because these instances tend to hit him the hardest even if he doesn't always tell you that.

he absolutely hates it when he has to be away from you, but whenever he returns and gets to have you again, it always makes the love burst tenfold in him. absence makes the heart grow fonder - maybe there’s some truth in that.

he kisses you until you're both out of breath, until he has to reluctantly pull away so your lungs wouldn't burn out. "i missed you too," he mumbles, his lips brushing yours with every syllable he speaks. "missed you so much i thought i was going to die."

you laugh at the theatrics of his words, and then you cry, a single tear overflowing and rolling down your cheek, which minho quickly brushes away with his thumb. "a little dramatic," you comment.

"i was miserable. ask anyone."

you roll your eyes, feeling the slight burn behind them as you hold onto him, clutching his sweater to keep him close to you.

“you’re never allowed to leave me for that long ever again.”

with an amused eyebrow raised, minho says, “then how long am i allowed to leave you for?”

“five hours.”

“five hours? that’s not even a whole work day.”

you pretend to be in thought, then pretend to compromise. “okay, fine. eight hours.”

his eyes crinkle with mirth as he looks at you, so incredibly endeared by the adorable pout on your lips and the glassy look in your eyes, by you pawing at his chest like you never want him to leave.

he doesn’t want to leave either. he just wants to stay by your side forever.

“god, i missed you so much,” minho breathes out, then leans down to rest his forehead against yours, nudging your nose with his along the way. “i’m sorry i was away for so long.”

“you’re here now. that’s all that matters.”

he kisses you again, even softer and slower this time. he adores you so much that it feels like his heart is about to give out.

“i’m home now. i love you.”

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BF TEXTS W/ SKZ

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whoohoo second post!! don’t ask me how long it took to figure out how to text urself. why did this take longer than writing a whole fic.

cw: FEM. reader, corny, cursing, pet names, seungmin is a meanie for a sec but it’s ok!!

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PERV!BANG CHAN HEADCANONS

PAIRING: BANG CHAN X FEMALE READER

WARNINGS: nsfw (mdni), perversion, corruption kink, breeding kink, possessiveness, masturbation, cum tributing, watching, suggestions of blowjobs, dubcon (?), best friends brother!chan, swearing

PERV!CHAN who’s best friends with your brother and beats himself up at night, cursing at whatever entity for tempting him to think about you—his best friend's sister—who’s explicitly off limits.

PERV!CHAN who’s so endearingly shy and giggly around you, continually protecting you when your brother isn't around, hiding his lewd thoughts behind his kind exterior.

PERV!CHAN who refuses to look you in the eye the first time he jerked off to the thought of you stuffed full of his cock.

PERV!CHAN who tells your brother he’s going to the washroom and takes his sweet time walking there, not before peeking through your slightly open bedroom door—discovering you lying on your stomach innocently—and palming his growing cock at the sight of your tight cotton shorts that annoyingly accentuated the curve of your ass and the shape of your puffy cunt. Were you even wearing underwear?

PERV!CHAN who could never act upon his desires—who forbids himself from getting too close at the risk of hurting or corrupting you. You’re not for him—you’re delicate and the quintessence of purity—and it would be a sin, he would positively go to hell if his hand even grazed you the wrong way. Every touch meant something more to him.

PERV!CHAN who feels his self-control crumbling when you stroll out of the shower towel-clad, the soft white fabric daring to slip from your body, which was glistening enticingly with droplets of water from your previous activities. He’s fucked. If he tugged on the towel right then and there, he’d see everything, wouldn’t he?

PERV!CHAN whose guilt consumes him when he’s incapable of getting off without thinking of you. He’s tried porn—even porn of people that look just like you—but it doesn’t suffice. He needs you. So, begrudgingly, feeling the pit of his stomach swarm with anxiety and cringing in self-disgust, he searches your name on Instagram, knowing that you’re the only one to relieve him of his need.

PERV!CHAN who feels his mind go numb as he strokes his leaking cock to photos of you beaming, looking simply tantalizing in your tiny skirt—his favourite skirt. He wants to take his time masturbating to you, but how can he resist when his mind is corrupted with depraved thoughts of bending you in unthinkable positions, hearing your begs and whines for him to go harder; for him to claim you; for him to breed your tight little cunt until his cum oozes out of your abused hole. You’d have the greediest cunt, wouldn’t you? You’d take him so well, he knows you would. You’d be so good for him. His good little girl.

PERV!CHAN who feels his mind break and his cheeks flush every time you teasingly touch him, your soft hands squeezing and groping his tense forearms and muscles, your alluring voice purring hushed praises in his ears—phrases that sound way more suggestive than you possibly imply, right? You’re so big, Chan. God—you’re so strong. I’m so weak compared to you. You could ruin me, Channie.

PERV!CHAN who curses to himself and looks away, clenching his jaw and inhaling sharply every time you look up at him with puppy-dog eyes. He feels himself grow insane at the sight of your furrowed eyebrows and the pretty little pout fixed on your lips. Would your face scrunch up like this if he stretched you out with his cock? He tries his best to ignore the very possible reality that this is what you’d look like on your knees for him. Would your hands paw his thighs? Would you open your mouth, tongue timidly peeking out for a taste of his cum? What would your face look like stained and tainted with his seed? Would you like it? Would you smile up at him? Would you beg for more? God, he’d give it to you.

PERV!CHAN who lends you his hoodie when you accompany him and your brother on a late-night beach trip, gulping as he takes in the sight of his clothes swallowing you whole, the cute buds of your breasts poking through the thick fabric.

PERV!CHAN whose cock aches at the delicious smell of your body and the sweet, floral scent of your perfume after his hoodie is returned to him the next day. He refuses to wash it, wanting to preserve the scent for as long as he possibly can. Because when he closes his eyes and presses his nose in the soft black fabric, all while jerking off his dripping cock in fast, hastened strokes, it feels like you’re right there; it’s the closest thing he has to real life.

PERV!CHAN who becomes irritable when the scent on his hoodie fades away, and against his better judgement, walks into your family washroom only to immediately open the bottom cabinet in pursuit of your laundry basket, where he steals a pair of your dirty panties. Of course, he jerked one out in the washroom, knowing all too well you were a room away. It makes it better��helps him cum faster. What if you walked in? What if you saw the way he smelled your musk before pushing the fabric in his mouth, letting out muffled groans at the sheer taste of you? God, he’s disgusting. Did you cum in these while touching yourself? Maybe you dry-humped against your pillow. Who were you thinking of? Fuck—he hopes it’s him.

PERV!CHAN who prints a photograph of you one day—a full body shot of you smiling toward the camera, your white sundress short enough to reveal the plush flesh of your thighs—his favourite photo. He’s especially desperate now after tasting you. He’s careful with the panties and only uses them for special occasions—what if he wants a taste again? He’d wrap the panties around his sore, chubby cock, stroking himself furiously to the picture, seizing the opportunity to slap his dick against the photo of you. It’s a laminate photo and laminate for one sole purpose. All too quickly, he cums in thick, white spurts, landing on the photo of your face and thighs—all over you. Snapping a quick photo, he jerks himself off again, and again, and again, until it’s thoroughly covered in his warm seed. He would do it a million times in real life if you’d just asked. Once he’s done, he wipes the photo clean with tissue paper and carefully places it at the bottom of his drawer for later use.

PERV!CHAN who heads to your washroom to jerk off to another pair of your panties at four o'clock in the morning during a sleepover with your brother, where thoughts of you sleeping soundly a room away plague and tempt him beyond belief. Instead of stealing this pair, he puts it back in your laundry basket, soiled and contaminated with his cum. You’ll just wash it, and he’ll have to live forever with the remorse of you wearing underwear that unbeknownst to you, Chan violated. It isn’t until weeks later when your brother hosts a pool party, that Chan chokes on his drink at the sight of you wearing the same panties he came in. It was part of a swimsuit—you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Feeling his bulge grow in his swim trunks, he gulps down his drink and races to the washroom to relieve himself. He can’t last like this. You have no fucking idea. No fucking idea that your brother's best friend—the second guy you wholeheartedly trusted after your brother, the first guy who swore to protect you if your brother weren’t around—came all over the fabric pressed right against your sweet, untouched cunt.

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ꩜⋆ hi, my name is iris hehe, can you tell i’m obsessed with channie’s guilt complex. he’s the sanest perv! anyways, if you liked this, check out my other work, i have more coming! i write for stray kids only and am a mostly nsfw blog. if you plan on following me, please note that my blog is 18+. i hope you guys like this ! feel free to give feedback and reveal your thoughts in my inbox <3

#oh gosh oh gosh.#i need him carnally #perv bang chan #vennie’s recs!

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