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“Oh, let there be hotel complaints” | Chan x you

warnings: nsfw, D/s dynamics, face and pussy slapping, overstimulation, mention of safewords, Daddy kink.

This is just Chan brain rot and my mind gently suggested me the image of first time inexperienced Dom Chan who wants to try some BDSM but he’s too scared to hurt you so he decides he’a going to try on himself all that he’s gonna do to you…

Title from Dinner & Diatribes by Hozier

Chan has had plenty of vanilla sex, but then you introduced him to BDSM, and especially the concepts of Doms and Subs, and something switched in him. He started reading online forums and blogs. And when the topic arose again, he clearly told you he’s interested, but he won’t do it yet. Because the thing is: despite how hard even just reading stuff about it makes him, he has no experience, and he won’t risk hurting you.

So, he does what any good Dom should do in his eyes, he tries things on himself.

One day you turn home to find his face red and a bit swollen, but when you ask about it, he just distracts you with filthy kisses. What you don’t know is that he slapped and slapped and slapped himself until he deemed he had found the right strength to use.

Another day he disappears for the whole afternoon and, when you see him in the living room, he looks flushed and a little exhausted, but giddy. Just like Changbin when he maxes out at the gym and he’s incredibly tired but proud of himself. What you don’t know is that he spent the afternoon edging himself with a vibrator on his shaft and his tip and, after hours of denying himself, he came and proceeded to overstimulate himself, because it’s only logical to pair up the two experiences, right?

What you noticed though, is that there’s a change in him. He’s more assertive with you on some days, makes sure you eat and doesn’t let you go to sleep if you haven’t removed your makeup. Pushes you to sleep more when he knows you have had a bad day at work, and every time you comply and thank him for taking care of you, he kisses a little filthier, holds you a little firmer.

It’s months later when he asks if you can try something kinkier. You’re excited and happy and you start to mentally prepare yourself to be a good teacher without forgetting this is about pleasure. But then Chan shows you exactly how deep the still water runs deep.

“You’re gonna sit there” he says and he’s so commanding yet sexy you melt instantly. “And we’re gonna have a quick talk. Nothing too extreme is going to happen today, but I need to establish some rules”. You nod in response, and he looks at you with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. “You’re gonna use your pretty words, baby girl.” That’s it. Not a suggestion, not an option, a rule. Fuck, you knew he would be good at this.

“I understand.”

He’s quick with the rules: you must verbally answer, you’re gonna use the traffic light system for now, you must use the safe word if you need to, and the moment you think something’s wrong he’s gonna stop. You also must ask for what you want, not just take it.

Not too long later you’re on the bed, shirt previously discarded and clad only in your panties. And Chan is completely dressed, hovering over you. He’s been kissing you deeply and touching you just enough to make you want so much more. You’re embarrassingly wet and you’re sure you’ll have to throw away your panties. He’s holding your crossed arms at the wrists and, in doing so, he’s holding you down. You try to buck and raise your ass to relieve some of the dull aching you’re feeling in your core. “C’mon Channie, touch me.”

“But I am touching you…” he replies with a smirk on his lips. His free hand caresses your face, and he tests the gives of your lower lip with his thumb. When you suck on it, though, he takes it away and shakes his head. “What did I say?” You are lost, what happened? Did he say something?

“You’re just a cockhungry whore, uh? You can’t even wait for me to give you something, you’re so greedy you just want to take and take.”

Oh.

The realization in your face makes Chan smile. “There it is… tell me what you did wrong, and I might consider going easy on you.”

“I didn’t ask to suck your thumb-” he knows there’s something you want to add, he knows about your Daddy kink. And it turns him so fucking on, but he’s not gonna press about it. He considers your words and considers just letting it slide, but there’s flames licking at his insides.

“Too bad you didn’t ask, uh?”

Sudden, sharp pain irradiates on your left cheek and it’s less the pain and more the surprise that makes you gasp and, less than a second later, moan. Chan wants to apologize, years of conditioning making him feel guilty and mean and abusive, but he can’t deny what he feels.

He grabs your face, fingers splayed where he slapped mere seconds ago, wet thumb digging into the opposite cheek and kisses you messy and filthy, sucking your tongue in his mouth. Chan removes the last piece of clothing you have on and sits on his knees, with his thighs slightly spread apart. He holds your legs open with firm hands, one on your calf and the other clamped around your knee. He’s just… staring at your pussy. You try to squirm away and close your legs, but his eyes are suddenly on you. There’s a warning in his face that accompanies a displeased sound. “Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry” you blurt out trying to repair something before you do too much damage. You can feel wetness dripping down your folds, and Chan can too. “You’re so wet. Fuck, you love being on display for me…” He has never felt this. There’s a power rush, a shiver starting from his spine and moving towards opposite endings: towards his brain, making him lose words and making him want to act up, want to deliciously destroy you, making a mess of you and then put you back together; and on the other ending, traveling south towards his cock and balls. He’s been ready to cum the moment he sat you down and you agreed to do this.

“Love, are you just going to stare at me?” You ask when you grow too impatient to keep sitting still, a bit embarrassed too by his too focused staring. He shakes his head, and there is a quiet chuckle that can be heard in the room. His lips raise in a slow smirk, like he’s just been made aware of a secret, and you didn’t. And maybe he did.

Chan made plans for tonight. Plural. You told him you like not knowing everything in advance, so he planned different plans based on your responses to his actions. It was harder than organizing recording sessions. But since he saw your reactions earlier, he decides to stick to a precise plan. So, he acts in it.

Quickly and hard he delivers a slap on your inner thigh, the pain is a delicious sensation, hot and cold at the same time. A moment later the skin reddens to show Chan’s handprint and if possible, his cock gets ever harder. It twitches a little from where it’s hidden, head flushed and red, slowly but constantly leaking precum, forming a wet stain on his slacks .

“Fuck Chan!” You cry to his direction, eyes closed shut and brows knit in pleasure. You can feel heat where he hit you, and you want to press your fingers into it, wanting to feel the warmth and the pain and the pleasure. The moment you are ready to ask him for something, he delivers another slap in the same place. This time, though, Chan doesn’t let you breathe it out, doesn’t let you take your time to recover from it, no. He rakes his nails on your hot skin, watches as the skin quickly goes from red to white and to an even redder red where he scratched you. Digs his digits into your skin and revels in your gasps, feeling hot and ready to lose control, if a wind would blow in the room, he would cum in an instant. He’s ready for your next moan, your next gasp, but you’re quiet and your legs are trembling, and he’s scared he’s gone too far. He’s on the verge of apologizing, carrying you to the bathroom for a warm bath and cuddles and more apologies when he realizes he read you wrong. He didn’t give you too much, he gave you exactly what you needed, because -unbelievably so, for him- you’re coming. Clit untouched and your sopping hole twitching and throbbing around nothing, but you’re clearly coming. This is a different one, though. You’ve never been quiet while having an orgasm, but watching you with more attention calms him down, you look fine. He kisses you from your thigh to your cheekbone, stopping to nibble at your nipples, tongue lapping at your skin and sucking quick marks on you. “My pretty slut” a kiss on the nose, “you’re so greedy” a kiss on the right cheek, “your little pussy came untouched” a kiss on the forehead, “now I must give it some attention” a kiss on your chin. “Tell me your color?” He adds, tone sweeter and a hand caressing your face like you’re made of the finest glass.

“Green”. A smile appears on his face and he manhandles you to straddle his slacks covered thigh. Your wetness is seeping through the fabric, you squirm and he can see you’re embarrassed. “I told you I was gonna give it some attention. I want my baby girl to feel good.” He grabs you by your hips and forces you to move and grind your pussy on the fabric of his slacks. One of his hands sneaks into your hair and he pulls, stopping you from hiding into his neck. “No hiding. And stop hiding all your pretty sounds from me.”

The pleasure mixed with the overstimulation are overwhelming, and Chan’s new role is playing a big role in the moment and your arousal. His fingers are probably going to leave bruises in your skin, and you can’t wait to stand in front of a mirror to see them. Chan hands guide you back and forth and soon you’re clenching around nothing, “m’close Channie”, too desperate to control your movements.

“It’s okay, my baby. Just ask for it.” His hard cock is begging to be touched, still in the confines of his underwear and trousers. Yet, he has never been this hard and close to coming untouched. Your moans, the redness on your cheeks, the sweat matting your hair to your forehead and your incessant moans and cries of pleasure are making him lose his mind.

“Please Channie, can I cum?” You pant. “Let me cum, Daddy.” The last word is whispered, muffled into his shoulder but he hears it anyway. And he understands why you like it, the name giving him power, giving him a specific role, giving him the chance to give you exactly what you need.

“Then cum for Daddy.”

He watches you as cum, hands guiding your movements and his muscles flexing to give you as much pleasure as he can. He loves you like this, unabashed and free, vulnerable just for him.

But having you moaning and screaming his name is not enough. He doesn’t stop when you try to take a moment to collect yourself, he fixes his hold on your hips and forces your movements again. Back and forth, back and forth, again and again and it doesn’t matter how loud you whine, it doesn't matter your overstimulation, what matters now is making you cum another time. Anytime he pushes you towards him, he also pushes you down, setting an unforgiving pace that is torture on your sensitive clit. He’s relentless, but after just a few minutes you’re both rewarded with your legs clamping down on his thigh as you cum again. Unbelievably so, watching your second orgasm triggers his own orgasm and he moans your name loudly. He kisses you, messy and hungry, lips demanding and tongue insistent, claiming even your breath.

You’re gripping his shirt so hard, your fingers hurt. He delicately lays you down onto the bed and kisses you softly. As soon as his breathing comes back to normal, his worries come back too.

“Are you okay, baby? Did I hurt you? Was it too much? What do yo-“ you interrupt him with silly, quick kisses, trying to diminish his worries.

“I am more than okay.” A kiss. “I feel perfect.” A kiss. “You were perfect.” A kiss. “You’re always perfect, love.” A kiss. “I love you.” A kiss.

You kiss some more and he insists on showering together so he can take care of you and make sure you drink water and eat some fruit and chocolate. He tells you all about trying on himself what he did to you, and you’ve never loved him more.

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It would’ve been sweet if it could’ve been me ♡ Chan

♡ Pairing: Bang Chan × fem!reader

♡ Genre: Single dad!Chan, friends to strangers to lovers

♡ CW: Explicit sexual content (minors dni!), mentions of parental guilt, themes of loneliness, Chan is stuck in the past, lying, mentions of feeling lost in life, story spans over a number of years, nipple play, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

♡ Word count: 8.2k

♡ Synopsis: Being a single dad to Hyerin is all Chan has known for the past four years. He and his ex-girlfriend reached an agreement that saw her going off to live a life she had always dreamed of while he was left with a life of loneliness, which he endured with a smile on his face for his daughter. A small gleam of hope seems to appear in his life in the shape of you. But hiding himself under a haze of lies seems to be his only option if he ever wants to keep you.

♡ A/N: Based off a request by anon! Thank you for requesting, this was so much fun to write 🩷 I will admit this is a lot more focused on Chan as a character than I originally wanted it to be, and I kinda went a bit crazy with the plot, but I hope you still like it! The song Chan sings to Hyerin is Little Star by Standing Egg 💗

Every day in Chan’s life is a monotonous, never-ending cycle. Like watching reruns of bad TV shows on gloomy Sunday nights, every second of his past and upcoming days is etched into his mind like a quilt of mundane tasks and repetitive moments.

But that wasn’t always the case.

Once, excitement filled his every waking moment. His weekends were a whirlwind of new places teeming with bustling crowds and unfamiliar faces who became fast friends. During his university years, he and his friends lived their lives with ardor, savoring every moment as if it could be their last. His days were filled with an array of unplanned parties and impromptu trips which brought a kaleidoscope of color to his life.

Until he met Dana.

He was about to graduate, and she swept into his life like a hurricane — flipping everything upside down before disappearing just as quickly, with only destruction and ashes remaining in her wake.

He was infatuated; she was bored. That was clear from the start, but Chan was too blinded by affection to be concerned with such a minute detail. So long as he got to have her by his side, he was happy. Their relationship lasted a year, yet it changed his life forever.

He was twenty-one when Dana announced her pregnancy. On his twenty-second birthday, she told him she didn’t want to be a mother.

By that point in his life, Chan had already forsaken everything he had for her. He turned his back on his old friends, the vibrant life he once led, and everything that once made him who he was. Without Dana, he would be left with nothing but the ugly reflection of his self-destructive choices made in the name of a loveless love.

And so, they came to an agreement. Dana would leave — that had been her plan from the start, anyway — but she would leave Chan with a small piece of their story.

Hyerin was born on November 20th, 2019.

Dana left on a plane to New York City on December 1st.

Now, the only speck of color in his life is Hyerin. In the four years Chan has been lucky enough to be her dad, he has found she is much more than simply a reminder of Dana or what could have been between them. Hyerin is his entire world. She is the love he’s unknowingly been searching for his whole life, and he would sacrifice every last bit of himself to make sure she only ever knows happiness.

They live a quiet life, with Chan working a less-than-fulfilling corporate job and spending all his free time with her. He sometimes allows himself to wonder what happened to his old friends — did they all eventually settle for the mundanity of adult life, or are they still chasing an endless thrill? But he never dwells on it too much. The sweet memories of his early twenties are now nothing more than a comforting escape when the weight of loneliness becomes too overwhelming.

Today is one of those days. A late Friday night after his shift, Chan sprawled on his couch with Jisung, a co-worker who became his first friend after many years, a silly smile on his face as he reminisced about a trip to Jeju in his sophomore year of college. This is how he lives most of his life; when he’s not in the present with Hyerin, he’s stuck in the past.

How could he not be stuck in the past? So many people he loved and memories he cherished were there.

“I don’t get how you just left all of that behind for someone,” Jisung scoffs, loosening his tie. “Why couldn’t she just join your group of friends?”

“It’s complicated,” Chan sighs, eyes wandering toward Hyerin’s bedroom door for the umpteenth time to make sure she’s still sleeping soundly. When he turns to look back at Jisung, his expression prompts him to elaborate. “What? You want the whole story?”

Jisung shrugs. “It’s not like we have any other plans for tonight.”

“Well, there was this girl in my friend group. We hooked up a lot, but our relationship went beyond that,” Chan explains, fingers tapping his thighs as the memories flood his mind. It was a sore topic, one he certainly didn’t enjoy remembering. “We never dated, but Dana was jealous, and I couldn’t blame her. Me and this girl were… very close. I couldn’t be in a relationship while also being that close to her, but I also couldn’t imagine us being only friends. So it was easier to walk away.”

Chan conveniently leaves out the fact that he walked away because an artificial love strangely provided solace for his heart, unlike the searing torment of unrequited love, which engulfed him like molten lava.

“And that was the last time you ever had that type of relationship with anyone?”

“With Dana? Yeah—”

“Hyung, you know what I mean. You told me yourself Dana didn’t love you,” Jisung points out. “I mean this other girl.”

Chan shrugs dismissively. “I guess, yeah. Doesn’t matter, though.”

And Jisung scoffs loudly at his words, rubbing his forehead with a sigh. Memories of that love flood Chan’s mind, and he's ready to let them sweep him away when Jisung abruptly turns so he sits facing him, resolve swimming in his eyes.

“Give me your phone,” his loud voice reverberates through the small apartment, prompting Chan to shush him with a stern look. “Give me your phone,” Jisung repeats himself with a harsh whisper.

Chan rolls his eyes but ultimately smiles at his friend. He retrieves his phone from the end table, handing it to a much too enthusiastic Jisung. “The password is Hyerin’s birthday,” he tells him, albeit a bit apprehensive.

He watches amusedly as Jisung types away at his own phone before doing the same on his, handing him the device with a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

“What did you do, you little menace?” Chan questions the younger boy, narrowing his eyes. Jisung simply shrugs.

“I got you a date tomorrow. Thank me later.”

Chan immediately sits up on the couch, eyes darting toward his phone screen. A chat with a single message from him to an unknown contact makes him question his entire friendship with Jisung.

Me: I’m your date for tomorrow 😉

Me: O’neul restaurant, 6 pm. See you there, cutie

“Jisung, what the fuck?”

“What?” His friend asks between giggles. “Sora has this friend she said desperately needs a date, and I have you in the same situation,” he explains, clearly proud of himself. “I just did you both a favor while also getting boyfriend points.”

Chan’s eyes shift toward his phone once more, inwardly cringing at the messages with a heavy sigh.

“And was making me sound this creepy necessary?”

Jisung waves his hand dismissively. “Nah, that was just a little treat for me.”

“And why the fuck is her name Mystery Girl?” Chan queries, the irritation making him unknowingly raise his voice.

“It’s a blind date,” his friend explains. “This girl’s apparently super picky, kept turning down every guy Sora suggested. So, she came up with this solution. Can’t turn you down if she doesn’t know what you look like.”

Chan groans, ultimately sinking back onto the couch with a defeated sigh. Jisung was trying to be a good friend, he knew that, but he wasn’t at all thrilled with the prospect of a date. Not only did he not want one, but he also had no time for such a futile thing. He had Hyerin, and she was the sole reason for his existence. He didn’t need anyone meddling in their little world. But he didn’t have the courage to tell Jisung that.

It would be a lie to say the past four years weren’t lonesome. Falling asleep alone in a cold, empty bed was a sorrow he had simply grown numb to. Yet, he still yearned to have someone to share the grapples of routine life with, someone whose presence alone would effortlessly diminish his worries, someone he could make love to before falling asleep and waking up intertwined.

But he couldn’t afford to have that.

At least this date was bound to fail; the woman’s demanding nature, coupled with Chan’s unwillingness to even be there in the first place sure to make their wasted time brief.

Just as he’s about to grumble about the messages again, Hyerin comes stumbling out of her room, her small feet shuffling against the floor as she rubs her sleepy eyes.

“Oh, honey, were we being too loud?” Chan asks sweetly, and his eyes discreetly shoot daggers at Jisung, who mouths an apology.

Hyerin firmly shakes her head, the crooked pigtails Chan clumsily had tied this morning coming undone as she does so. He smiles at her, propping his elbows on his knees and waiting for her to speak her little mind.

“I had a dream,” she mumbles. “With a dragon.”

Chan gasps, hands wrapping around her tiny frame and picking her up before walking toward her room. It took him some time, but he ultimately learned that it’s best to ease her back into bed while she’s distracted, lest she throws a tantrum.

“And was it a nice dragon?” He asks. Hyerin giggles, and Chan is positive that the sound has the power to light up even his most somber days.

“Of course it was a nice dragon, daddy,” she tells him. “You said I only have nice dreams ‘cause my mind is pretty, remember?”

Chan nods as he gently tucks her back into bed, triple-checking that she is comfortable and warm. “Of course, of course. How could I forget?” He slaps a hand on his forehead with a sigh. “Hyerinnie has the prettiest mind. It can only make up pretty things.”

Hyerin smiles at him, tugging her blanket close to her chin, her doe eyes already heavy with sleep and blinking languidly. Chan asks her the same question he does every night, although the answer remains unchanging every time: would she like him to sing to her? She drowsily tells him she wants to hear him sing her favorite song, Little Star.

Chan promptly gets under the covers beside her — Hyerin pouting and whining about how he’s stealing her blanket for himself, to which he can’t help the hearty laugh that escapes his lips. Since turning four, she’s developed quite a strong personality that Chan soon finds he adores, much like everything about her.

He turns on his side to watch her features as he sings; her nose and mouth so similar to his, and the way she furrows her brows while falling asleep mirrors his own habits. Chan might not be a happy man in his job or his personal life, but the boundless happiness his little gift provides him surpasses anything else he could wish for. Every now and then, he finds himself wanting more, but it’s not long before he realizes he already has everything he needs.

Chan goes over his rather extensive list of how to care for Hyerin with Jisung for the tenth time that evening, making sure the younger man knows what to do in any situation that could arise in the couple hours he’ll be gone. Hyerin is the one to usher him out of the apartment, assuring him she’ll be fine with her uncle Han, and Chan has to stop himself from wallowing over the fact that his once tiny baby is rapidly blossoming into a young kid.

He made no real effort to dress for his date; a simple button-up shirt and jeans served him just fine, seeing as he plans to return home as soon as possible. His date and he haven’t talked much at all since his initial texts yesterday, texting each other only to confirm the time and place of their basically forced date.

He arrives fifteen minutes late, all but running from the bus stop to the restaurant while cursing Jisung under his breath. This was definitely not worth the hassle, and Chan wanted nothing more than to be back at home with his daughter. He’d pick watching Tangled with her for the hundredth time over an unwanted date in a heartbeat.

Chan finally walks into the restaurant, informing the waiter that he’s there to meet Cherry. His face visibly grimaces as he mutters the words. Fuck this blind date bullshit.

He’s led to his table, dragging his feet behind the waiter. His attention is immediately drawn to the pencil holding his date’s messy ponytail together. He chuckles quietly, circling around the table and forcing out a smile to introduce himself.

But then he’s met with a sight he had long given up hope of ever seeing again: you.

You, who were next to him as he made stupid decisions during college. Like when he drunkenly thought it wise to bet his laptop in a game of beer pong.

You, who always made him your special hangover soup after a party. He especially loved it when you let him keep the leftovers, knowing that he and his roommate were hopeless in the kitchen.

You, who filled the space in his cold sheets with warmth and always made his bed feel like a sanctuary.

You, who let him make love to you despite you both swearing to be only friends.

You, who later had to watch him walk away from you like a coward, driven by sheer fear.

You, staring back at him with a stunned look on your face.

“Chan?” You ask, an unsure lilt to your words.

And Chan embarrassingly fumbles over his words, his tongue tying itself into knots in front of you. He notices you pursing your lips to stop from giggling and clears his throat a bit too loudly, a few patrons turning their heads to look at him. But he can’t bring himself to care, not when it seems the universe has turned the wheels of his fate in his favor for once.

“Uh, hi,” is all his brain can muster among the jumble of thoughts inside his head. He mentally berates himself for acting so damn awkward when you’re clearly not as affected by this encounter as he is.

“Damn, it’s been so long,” you marvel, eyes not leaving his face for a second. “I thought you moved to a different country or something. It’s so strange how we never ran into each other.”

Chan forces out a chuckle, hands now fiddling with the menu on the table. Of course you two never ran into each other; he only ever leaves the house for work or when he has to accompany Hyerin, and he doubts you frequent playgrounds or zoos.

“Yeah, I… don’t go out much anymore,” he simply says.

You hum, and he properly takes in your appearance. You haven’t changed one bit; from your hair to your choice of clothes, you’re still the same girl who ruled over his every thought during college.

You two order your food and fall into an infuriating cycle of small talk. Chan doesn’t want to talk about the weather or if you have seen the latest movie yet — he’s desperate to ask you how you’ve been, if you ever pursued your dreams, if you can still outdrink anyone in your friend group, and—

And if you’re still single because you find relationships a hassle.

But as the food arrives, you fall into an even more frustrating cycle: silence. Chan feels restless, squirming in his seat every few minutes while you calmly eat and watch the people around you. He remembers your habit of scanning crowded rooms and making up stories for strangers with your vivid imagination. He wants to ask if you still do that, but it seems he’s only grown into more of a coward since your last encounter.

You’re the first to break the silence, waiting for the waiter to leave with your plates to ask what Chan has been doing since graduating. It’s a casual question with no weight to your words, as lighthearted as you have always been. And the complete opposite of his every possible answer.

How can he tell you he’s given up music altogether, now surrounded by gray walls and lifeless faces in his corporate job? How can he tell you he’s alone most of the time, partly by choice and partly because he doesn’t know how to dig himself out of this comfortable hole he’s trapped himself in?

How can he possibly explain that he agreed to be a single father, sacrificing his own happiness for the selfish whims of a woman who never even loved him?

You’re still the same; the same carefree eyes and attitude, same easygoing approach to everything life throws your way — such as meeting him again after years.

All of him has changed.

Chan can’t tarnish your colorful life, can’t sit before you and spill out his problems or grumble about the overwhelming loneliness in his life when he knows damn well that was a consequence of his own choices.

He wants nothing more than to be the same Chan he was in college. Creating life stories for strangers in dive bars with you, not caring about whether he’ll have enough money to pay the water bill next month, not having to bear the burden of something as precious as a human life depending solely on him.

It’s selfish, but he wants nothing more than to go back.

So he does.

“I actually still write songs, though it’s only a freelance thing,” he lies. He hasn’t written a single note in years. “Other than that, I’ve just been taking it day by day. Same as I’ve always done, I guess.”

And your eyes immediately light up — you’ve always loved his songs, after all. Your conversation flows much like it used to in the past after that, with you making witty jokes and Chan laughing loudly at them. You tell him you started working as an art teacher for the elderly when living off of commissions became impossible, and that you adore the stories they share about their younger years. They remind you of your own stories together, you admit with a genuine smile.

Your conversation is endless, continuing even as Chan walks you to your car in the empty parking lot. The night has grown colder, and the crescent moon gleaming in the sky above him almost feels like a sign that things will change for the better.

As you two stand in front of your car, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Ever the free soul, you ask him outright if he would like to come back to your place. There are no further implications hidden in your request beyond a hookup. Nothing’s ever heavy with you, every little thing always feeling light as a feather.

He says he would love to, but quickly excuses himself under the guise of calling his roommate about the spare key. Chan hurriedly calls Jisung as soon as he turns a corner in the parking lot, ensuring you won’t be able to hear him. It’s juvenile, the way he’s actually taking pleasure in almost creating a different version of himself — a version much closer to who he was when you were his, at least in some sense of the word. He’s a father, he should be responsible and dependable, but the weight of that role had been thrust upon him far too abruptly. He can’t be faulted for wanting to go back in time.

“Okay, I have no time to explain,” he blurts out as soon as Jisung picks up the phone. “Would it be too much to ask you to stay the night?”

Jisung chuckles at the other end of the line. “Damn, was the date that good?”

Chan ignores his sly comment, because yes, the date was everything he never thought it could be.

“I’ll be back first thing in the morning,” he assures him. “I’ll even pay you if you want. How much—”

“Hey, no need for that,” Jisung cuts him off. “You know I love looking after Hyerin.”

And the pang of guilt inside his chest at the mention of his daughter’s name almost knocks the air out of his lungs. He feels ashamed, as if he’s neglecting his daughter for a hookup, going after a fantasy that has long crumbled and faded away.

“How is she? Is she okay?” He asks, guilt washing over him like a wave. He hadn’t thought of his daughter for a second that entire night. “Did she cry at all? Did she notice I was gone for longer than I promised?”

Jisung calls out his name with a chuckle, prompting him to stop his rambling. “Relax. We painted each other’s nails, she did my makeup, had her dinner, and is now sleeping soundly after listening to another one of uncle Han’s phenomenal stories about frogs,” He details, causing a hearty laugh to fall from Chan’s lips at the image of Jisung’s face painted with Hyerin’s cheap children’s makeup. His friend then adds, “Go get laid, man.”

And so Chan hangs up the phone, all but running toward your figure waiting by your car. You smile at him, taking his hand and pulling him into a tight embrace. It’s the first time he holds you in almost five years, and he feels his dull world away from Hyerin slowly fill up with vibrant hues.

It takes you less than fifteen minutes to reach your apartment building, and Chan is thanking any higher power that might listen for that. The sheer anticipation of what is implied to happen once you two are alone together has him picking at his cuticles until it stings.

He’s nervous, to put it lightly. A couple of terrible drunken hookups in dingy motels after office gatherings were his only sexual encounters after Hyerin was born.

But once you’re standing in front of him in your living room, your eyes never leaving his even as you’re slipping off your heels, Chan knows you’re both equals in this playing field.

He’s the one to pull you into a kiss, lips barely grazing against yours. But the feeling of finally kissing you again after so many years was like wildfire, consuming him wholly until the kiss turns feverish. His hand travels from your shoulders to your lower back, pulling you flush against his body. You hum against his lips, fingers clumsily undoing his buckle, and the prospect that you might be as eager as he is has him gripping the fabric of your dress.

Chan swears his vision goes black the moment your fingertips brush against his hardening erection, the feathery touch enough to make him sigh into your mouth.

A hand is pressed to his chest before he has the chance to think, and you’re pushing him backward until his back meets the wall. You immediately drop to your knees in front of him, leaning forward and nuzzling your face against his clothed cock.

“I missed you,” you whisper, hungry eyes looking up at him. “Don’t think I got to say that.”

Chan takes in the sight of you, memorizing and storing it in his mind alongside the countless images he already had of you on his knees for him. His fingers thread in your hair, your lips falling open with a sigh.

“I missed you too,” he professes. You have no idea how much.

With a smile, you quickly work his zipper open, pulling his jeans down his legs and pressing a wet kiss to his clothed erection. Chan feels your tongue lap at his member through his boxers, lips sucking around the head as your nails scrape the flesh of his thighs lightly.

It feels like you mouth at his length for hours, the light gray fabric of his boxers stained with your saliva and his precum, leaving Chan panting and tugging at your hair. You trail soft, wet kisses down his thigh while pushing his boxers out of your way, his cock already swollen and flushed. He’d be embarrassed for the way his body reacted so responsively to you if you weren’t also visibly as affected.

Your tongue circles his length languidly, lapping at a small bead of precum with a hum. Finally wrapping your lips around his tip, your tongue flicks teasingly beneath the head of his cock, Chan sucking in a deep breath and using his grip on your hair as leverage to pull you toward him. You almost obediently drop your jaw to slide his now fully hardened length into your mouth, your hand wrapping around the base as you begin to bob your head up and down his cock. Chan hisses your name when you relax your throat after a few passes, taking him fully into your pretty mouth, your nose brushing his pelvis.

“Fuck, you always looked so pretty like that,” Chan chokes out. “Pretty lips taking me so well.”

You groan at his words and the vibrations traveling along his shaft have Chan growling with a harsh tug of your hair, causing you to sputter as his cock hit the back of your throat. You seek purchase in his hips as tears prick the corner of your eyes. You’re unrelenting nonetheless, circling your tongue around him before pulling away, hands now sliding up his thigh before gently gliding over his balls. As you slowly lick from the base of his shaft all the way up to the sensitive tip, Chan’s gaze shifts down as he catches a glimpse of your thighs rubbing together. He feels himself twitch, and immediately pulls you away from him.

“Don’t wanna come like this, I need to fuck you,” he rasps out.

You stand back up, legs wobbly, and fumble with the buttons of his shirt while he slides your dress down your shoulders. Your movements are messy and filled with urgency, your breaths quickening as you both want nothing more than to strip away any form of barrier between you. Piling up five years of yearning will do that.

As your impatience reaches its peak, you tear open the last remaining buttons of his shirt, your nails grazing his skin as you slide the fabric down his shoulders. A wave of goosebumps travels across Chan’s body, and his hands abandon the task of removing your dress in favor of tracing the curve of your ass before picking you up off the floor.

“First door on the right,” you tell him, your words answering his unspoken thoughts as if you could read his mind. Chan nods, your proximity making it impossible for him not to press his lips to yours, tongue sliding over your bottom lip before licking into your mouth with a low hum.

He collides with a wall, missing the entrance to your bedroom by a hair’s breadth, and you giggle against his lips. Chan smiles back. Nothing’s ever heavy with you.

He lowers you onto the bed gently, his body instinctively slotting between your spread legs the way he did so many times before. You soon also wrap your thighs around his waist as you always did, pulling him closer until his cock is pressed up against your clothed pussy.

“Wanna ride you,” you tell him, grinding your hips forward and eliciting a quiet moan from Chan’s lips as he hastily nods. With a tight grip on your waist, he flips you both effortlessly.

Promptly sitting up on his thighs, you finally rid yourself of the inconvenient fabric of your dress, followed by your bra, your nipples instantly hardening. Chan sits up, eyes transfixed on your chest as his calloused thumbs trace the nubs before his lips circle around one, sucking harshly. As you gently roll your hips, he can feel the way your soaked panties cling to his skin as your core presses up against his thigh.

Your fingers tangle in his hair with a whimper, pushing his face into your breasts as he bites the sensitive skin. His lips leave your nipples with a wet sound, then trailing kisses up the column of your neck until his gaze is locked on yours again. He was dying to mark you, bite and suck on your skin until it blossomed into a beautiful maroon — but he knew better. You weren’t twenty anymore, and you weren’t his; in no sense of the word.

“I’m on the pill,” you tell him, eyes heavy with lust.

And he knows this is a terrible idea. This was exactly how he came to be a father.

But it’s not his mind that’s doing the thinking, and so he nods, his grip on your hips tightening as you pull your soaked panties to the side just enough to slide the swollen tip of his cock against your slick folds. Chan sucks in a breath, fighting a war against his own body not to come from this feeling alone. It wasn’t just how long it had been since he was with someone, it was you. It was all you. The effect you had always had on him having never faded, simply laying dormant until his body had you again.

Chan rests his forehead on yours as you slowly sink down on his length. His lips find your neck again, gently sucking the skin into his mouth as you slowly grind down on him, a whine falling from your lips and going straight to his cock. His hips buck up unwittingly, causing you to moan loudly in his ears. But your slow pace remains, and Chan knows he should savor this moment, but he wants nothing more than to fuck you into the mattress until he forgets every minor issue aggravating his brain.

Such as the fact that he knows you will leave his life again the second you find out he lied to you.

So his hands find your waist and he flips you down onto the mattress once more. His eyes bore into you as you suck in a breath.

“Fuck me,” you plead, hips grinding into his cock again. “I want it, please—”

Chan doesn’t waste another second, retreating only to plunge back harshly into your cunt. He moves with deep strokes, hips falling into an erratic rhythm, your nails digging into his back as your thighs clenched around his waist. All he can hear is static and your choked moans as he presses you into the mattress.

“Missed this so fucking much,” he groans against your ear. And finally succumbing to his desires, he bends down to suck and nibble on the delicate skin of your neck, mind too focused on how your walls squeeze around him to worry about marking you. He laps at the small bruises he leaves behind, your fingers tangling in his hair as you mewl.

You roll your hips, matching his rhythm, and Chan feels a familiar heat rise within him. He reaches down to glide small circles around your clit, your body jolting and squirming. He absentmindedly smiles against your skin.

After an entire night of pretending his life was the same as it was five years ago, fucking you required no acting.

“It’s too much, fuck,” you whimper, tugging him by the hair until your lips are crashing together in a sloppy kiss. Your walls tighten around him, body clenching as the tension finally snaps, your orgasm coursing through your shaking body as Chan growls into your parted lips.

He keeps fucking into you, until his hips meet yours one last time, and a low groan reverberates through the room. His cock twitches inside of you as his body stills, filling you with his warm release which leaked out of you and onto your sheets as he pulled out with a sigh.

Chan throws himself onto the mattress, labored breaths leaving his heavy lungs. He pulls you into his arms, and you melt into his embrace as if it were a habit. It’s as though he’s gone back in time, even if temporarily.

He feels like he’s simply a guy making love with the girl he adores in the familiar comfort of his dorm room again.

When the first rays of sunlight seeped into your room, Chan was already awake. He watched as you slept, eyelids fluttering and a small smile adorning your lips.

It was as if you were his, in every sense of the word.

Guilt.

That’s what Chan feels every time he sees Hyerin’s laughing face on his phone’s wallpaper when he’s out, entertaining the silly lie he crafted.

It’s been two months since you reconnected and you effortlessly slipped him back into your life. The reunion with his old friends was expected — but Chan dreaded it, regardless. He found that out of the nine people that once comprised their group, only five remained. He wasn’t the only one who had gone his own way.

But he was the only one who had done it in the worst way possible, carelessly ghosting every single one of them, hoping his existence gradually faded from their memories.

That made facing his once best friend frightening. Minho was the first friend he made on the very first day of university, when Chan walked into his dorm room only to find he had snuck his cat into the building.

They were roommates for two years, and best friends for four. Chan complained loudly when he was assigned a new roommate. Minho was silent as he watched his best friend turn his back on him with no explanation.

Minho initially ignored him entirely, and Chan doesn’t fault him. When his vibrant face turned cold upon seeing him walk into a bar, Chan knew he earned that the moment he decided to ignore his friend’s every text message and phone call. When Minho made backhanded remarks about how nice it felt to have him back in their group, he knew he deserved it for not answering the door the only time his friend came looking for him.

It takes a drunken argument leading to a fist colliding with Chan’s cheek for Minho to finally address him. It takes them being escorted out of the bar by security for them to finally have a conversation, tears and resentment flowing freely as they sat at a bus stop late at night. After that, their friendship returned to what it was before, as if they had never been apart even for a second.

Despite the years and the changes, Minho was still his best friend — which was why he was the only person he came clean to.

Hyerin loved Minho, especially his cats. Her new favorite pastime quickly became going over to his house to play with her new ‘friends’, as she called them. And Chan was overwhelmed with happiness to witness his best friend falling under his daughter’s spell — his house now containing its very own box filled with every toy Hyerin mentioned even once, his kitchen stocked with all her favorite foods, and his cats falling asleep beside her anytime they came over to visit.

It was as if he was watching his two worlds collide. His past and present, which he had separated out of a senseless fear, intertwined so effortlessly it made him feel stupid for ever thinking he needed to build this barrier. For assuming the people he loved so much would reject him.

Made him feel even worse for walking away in a futile attempt to protect his feelings, because it only resulted in more hurt.

After so much of his time spent wondering, Chan finally has the answer to his questions. Some of his friends did settle for an ordinary adult life, some already married and some focusing their energy solely on climbing the corporate ladder. Still, some remained relatively unchanged — much like you did.

His social life blossomed again after reconnecting with his old friends. However, he still refused to hire a nanny, too fearful to leave Hyerin to a stranger’s care, resulting in constantly having to come up with excuses when his parents aren’t able to babysit. He won’t deny that he often fabricated these lies purely because staying in with his daughter and watching Tangled now outweighs any appeal of noisy nightclubs.

Jisung remained his salvation whenever he wanted to spend the night at your place, with Chan slowly but surely running out of reasons as to why you can’t go to his apartment for a change. He hasn’t had the heart or the courage to tell you the entire truth yet, only owning up to his lie about his job after you understandably asked him to listen to his new music and he was put on the spot.

Ever since you walked back into his life, he finds himself weaving a web of little white lies that slowly chip away at his heart.

He’s at a small gathering for his friend’s birthday, listening to Minho all but eulogize his fiancee. They have been a couple since university, Chan playing the wingman and encouraging his friend to finally do something about his crush (mostly because he couldn’t handle any more of Minho’s whining before going to sleep). Despite what everyone around them surmised, they beat all the odds and statistics and stayed together even after university. Chan would be happier about that if he hadn’t bet money on them breaking up before graduation. He wonders if Hongjoong will ask for his twenty bucks now that they’re friends again.

“No, really, settling down with someone is so good,” Minho says after another shot of Soju, a silly smile etched onto his lips. “I thought I would hate it, y’know? Thought slapping such a significant title on our relationship would wear it down, but it’s the complete opposite. Ever since she proposed, it’s like we’re two love-struck nineteen-year-olds again.”

Chan smiles, saying they should drink to that purely because he hopes the sensation of alcohol burning his throat will numb his overwhelming jealousy. After congratulating Minho for the umpteenth time, he finds himself listening to yet another story about his relationship.

And he’s happy for Minho, just as much as he’s happy for Wonwoo for getting married last year. He couldn’t express the overwhelming joy he felt upon discovering these people, who once meant so much to him, had successfully navigated their way through life. But envy rears its ugly head every time he listens to one of their stories, because Chan’s direction in life seems to be a winding road. He’s a father, and his love for Hyerin is immeasurable, but he’s still actively lying about this side of him simply because he feels as if maybe he made the right choices in life at the worst possible time.

As he’s walking out of Hongjoong’s apartment with you later that night, he wraps an arm around your waist, a smile spreading across his face when you nestle closer to him. You two discuss Wonwoo’s marriage, with you talking about how beautiful the ceremony was, but ultimately scowling at the mere thought of getting married. Chan feels the corner of his heart crack at your words, but he laughs it off.

“Do you think he wants kids?” he wonders aloud.

He expects you to laugh at his sudden curiosity. He doesn’t expect you to dig at the fissure in his heart with your words, causing it to shatter completely.

“Gosh, it’d be so weird to see.” You cringe, snuggling deeper into his arms as a chilly breeze brushes against you two. “I like kids, but I’d never have them myself. Feel like it’d kinda ruin my life.”

Chan feels his grip on your waist loosen.

“Having kids doesn’t ruin your life,” he reasons. “You’re given the chance to care for something so precious, so important to this world…” he trails off, shaking his head and taking a step away from you. It feels as if exasperation has filled his entire being. “You look into their eyes and see yourself, and it’s— the love you feel when you first see them is so pure and earth-shattering that you can’t think of anything but how to make that tiny being only experience the good in the world. It doesn’t ruin your life.”

You eye him with confusion, cocking your head to the side and huffing out a laugh. “You talk like you know what that’s like. If you ever have kids one day, then you’ll know—”

“But I do know,” he’s yelling before he can stop himself, his footsteps coming to a halt. “I know because I have that. I have that and it’s the most precious thing in my life and yet I’ve been taking it for granted. And for what?”

He scoffs bitterly, his gaze fixing on your features; your flushed cheeks and slightly smudged lipstick, the way your puzzled eyes gleam under the moonlight. He shakes his head.

“For childish illusions. The illusion that I could go back in time if I pretended hard enough, the illusion that this romanticized idea I have of my early twenties was superior to the life I have now,” Chan lets out a heavy breath, averting his gaze to the pavement. “The illusion that I could ever have you.”

“So it’s my fault you chose to lie about being a dad?” You blurt out.

He doesn’t lift his head. He can’t, the burden of guilt and shame weighing too heavily on his shoulders for him to face you.

“It’s my fault. You were simply the catalyst.”

“What do you even mean?”

“I mean I’ve always felt this way,” he exasperates, finally lifting his head but keeping his gaze anywhere but on you. He’s a coward. “I’ve always felt like maybe I was too young to be a dad, too immature to fully understand the consequences of the choices I made. I don’t regret my daughter, but I certainly regret the timing, and this haunts me every day. Meeting you again just made these feelings worse because you represent everything about my past that I no longer have.”

You remain quiet for a beat, but it feels like an eternity as Chan is forced to endure the deafening ring of your silence.

When you finally speak, your voice is unsteady. “You know, that’s why I always figured it was for the best that you left.”

“What?” Chan turns his gaze toward your face at last, your words stomping on his scattered heart one last time. He expects anger, but sorrow has taken over your expression, one so heavy he doesn’t recall a single moment in the years he’s known you where he’s seen you like this.

“You were always like this, Chan. You might think you were a different person back then, but you said it yourself,” you shrug with a sullen chuckle. “It’s only an illusion.”

He hums, nodding his head as it dawns on him. “You were never gonna be mine, were you? No matter what I did. I lied to you because I thought you would never want someone like who I am today. But I guess that was all in vain, ‘cause I’ve always been like this.”

“You always talked about getting married, settling down, having kids.” As you run a hand through your hair, an exasperated sigh falls from your lips. “You went along with our bullshit, but even back then, you were always like the dad of our group. This has always been you, Chan, but that’s not a bad thing. Don’t think you need to change or lie about who you are ‘cause you’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met, but…”

He scoffs. “But?”

“But we’re too different. We’ve always been. We’re great together in every way but the way you want us to be — the way I would love for us to be as well,” you simply say, offering him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“And would it kill you if we tried? ‘Cause this unfulfilled hope has been killing me since I first fell in love with you.”

“What’s her name?” You simply ask, avoiding his question altogether. Chan furrows his brows. “Your daughter, what’s her name?”

He shifts on his feet. “Hyerin.”

“I hope she knows how lucky she is to have you as a dad.”

Chan shakes his head. “I’m far from the perfect father.”

“Good,” you state matter-of-factly. “Perfect wouldn’t be you.”

You fall into a much lighter silence, although it’s still far from comfortable. A swarm of questions fills Chan’s mind, but his words fade into silence and die on his lips.

He knows everything is over when you suck in a sharp breath, muttering, “I can’t be what you need. When love becomes too serious, I feel trapped and run away. You know what that’s like,” you trail off. “I know we loved each other back then, and I know I still love you now, but I think it’s my turn to walk away. I’m sorry, Chan.”

And just like that, he’s left to watch your figure slowly grow smaller and smaller as you fade into the dimly lit street. You don’t reprimand him for lying or question if he also loves you still. You don’t explain why you can’t make an effort, probably because you’re unsure of the answer yourself. It turns out you both remained unchanged.

And after all this time, it’s only then that Chan realizes you were always just as lost as he was.

Chan didn’t allow himself to think much about you since he watched you walk away that night. He missed you often, as he had done for so long before your last encounter, but he had long grown numb to that feeling.

In the two years he was apart from you for the second time, he learned that life isn’t black or white. He could be a father while also being his own person; a son, a friend, a boyfriend. He learned that prioritizing Hyerin didn’t mean neglecting himself, as that would negatively impact her as well. She couldn’t only know happiness if her father was always dripping with sadness.

He learned he doesn’t have to choose between who he is now and who he was at twenty years old; they were both him, with certain moments bringing out glimpses of one or the other.

Hyerin started elementary school and is blossoming into a caring little girl, no longer needing Chan to tie her pigtails in the morning or remind her to brush her teeth before bed. Although she still demands that they maintain their nightly routine of lying together until she falls asleep to the sound of his voice singing her favorite song.

During his first parent-teacher conference — after walking into the classroom fifteen minutes late — he’s stunned to see you sitting across from him yet again, a pencil holding up your ponytail the same way it did that night at the restaurant. He couldn’t help the smile that spread on his lips.

You were Hyerin’s teacher. He recalled picking her up after her first day of school and listening to her gush over the art teacher who was so pretty and nice, and talking about how she wanted to be like her when she grows up.

It felt as if you were destined to find each other every time one of you chose to walk away.

Your friendship picked up again slowly this time — no rushing into bed together and no rushing into long overdue serious conversations. They had already been avoided for years, anyway, they could wait a bit longer. This is exactly what you needed; patience. Chan had never had the patience to wait for you, while you never had the patience to understand your own feelings.

It’s been ten months now, and he’s yet again sitting before you. The teachers and parents converse around you both as you sit in silence. When you think no one is watching, you exchange glances, struggling to suppress the silly smiles that insist on spreading across your faces.

As people leave the room one by one after the meeting, Chan approaches you.

“You’re Bang Hyerin’s father, correct?” You speak with a grin.

“Correct.”

“She’s an amazing kid,” you tell him.

He smiles, shifting his gaze toward his feet before his eyes find yours again as you speak.

“We could grab a coffee this weekend.”

This time, there are further implications hidden in your request. You’re not asking as a friend, like you’ve been doing these past months. Some things are heavy with you now, and this is something he’s only recently come to find. He’s also come to find that he loves that change.

So he answers, “Sure. Tomorrow at three?”

“Then I’m your date for tomorrow,” you say with a giggle. “See you there, cutie.”

And Chan lets out a hearty laugh at that, which earns him a scolding look from the other teachers in the room.

He isn’t sure what will come of this. Maybe you two are better off as friends and all it will take is a couple of months to figure that out. Maybe time has changed you both more than he can understand, and you will finally be able to try something real after all these years of unfulfilled hopes and childish illusions.

Either way, Chan knows he won’t let go of you this time.

He wants you to be his, in any sense of the word.

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pettypartypooper · 5 months

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eyes full of you

in the days leading up to changbin’s birthday, august eleventh, you make his wildest dreams come true.

pairing: seo changbin x afab!reader

warnings: smut🔞!!!!!, switch!bin (mainly sub!bin), mutual masturbation, porn watching, talk of threesomes, voyeurism, and fxf sex, finger sucking, dirty pictures, pet play, ass play, degradation, humping, pegging, cock rings, handjobs, edging, dacryphilia, temperature play (ice cubes), nipple play, overstimulation, body worship, arm humping (?), somnophilia, food play, unprotected sex

notes: happy birthday my beloved binibug 🩷 now you can see why i wanted so many ideas for this fic! thank u to everyone who reached out. i tried to incorporate everything i could!! let’s just play pretend that this is feasible and anyways, it’s what he deserves!!! title from eleven by ive :)

changbin’s fairly easy to handle when it comes to presents. what can you buy him that he can’t already afford himself ten times over? you did get him something “big” for his special day, but it feels almost like a gift for you as well. he doesn’t want you to spend much on him and prefers when you do something heartfelt instead, you know that. you’ve already gifted him a scrapbook; you paid hyunjin under the table to paint your favorite picture of the two of you last year. what else could you do that hasn’t been done before?

until you remember your list.

your list! the extra special list you and changbin sat down and made not too long after you got comfortable having sex with each other of all the things you want to try together. he’s always so busy; there just hasn’t been much time to explore all of the things you’d written out, but now’s the perfect opportunity.

that’s how changbin finds you on the first day of august, leaned against your kitchen counter frantically writing on little pink scraps of paper and neatly folding them up to throw in a mason jar.

you must be so concentrated that you don’t hear him come in until he kicks his shoes off in the doorway.

“what are you writing?” changbin asks, sauntering up behind you and wrapping you in a warm back hug. he kisses your head and tries to look down over your shoulder to see what you’re writing.

you throw your hand up to cover his eyes.

“no peeking! close your eyes. here, back up.” changbin easily does as you say, closing his eyes tight. you grab him by the shoulders and move him where you want him, backing him up and pulling his arms up so his palms are facing the ceiling. he fights hard not to crack an eye open when he hears you screw the lid onto the mason jar and shake the little paper contents inside.

changbin coos out an excited ack! when you place the jar in his hands. he shakes the jar and wiggles his shoulders as he hears the paper rattle. “for me?!”

“yeah, um. happy early birthday! it’s not much, but! i mean- i figured it could be fun. what are you waiting for? open it!”

“you haven’t told me i could open my eyes yet,” changbin says, rocking forward on the balls of his feet. he laughs delightedly when you slap him gently on the chest and opens his eyes. he hasn’t looked down yet at the jar in his hands, but he kisses you on the cheek nonetheless. “thank you, dove. it’s perfect.”

“you don’t even know what it is yet.”

“it’s from you! that’s all it needs to be perfect.”

he’s a cheese ball, and you love him. you motion to the jar and changbin finally unscrews the lid.

“okay! okay, you get one a day. there’s eleven in there, so. haha- get it? eleven? august eleventh?! grand finale on your birthday! that just means you have to choose wisely,” you say, leaning into changbin’s chest. he giggles, clearly excited.

changbin turns the jar on its side and shuffles through the papers with his fingers. he picks up one and quickly changes his mind, drops it, and pulls out a different sliver of paper.

“okaaay! let’s see. oh. ohhh! what’s this?! yah!” he turns the paper in your direction and you stifle your smile by gently chomping onto his bicep with your teeth. changbin wraps you in his arms again and crumbles up the little piece of paper, tossing it on the counter. he rocks you from side to side. “naughty~ so, uh, when can we start?”

august 1st

mutual masturbation & porn watching

“i’m glad we’re starting off easy, honestly. tonight’s gonna be busy, you know? stay’s fifth birthday party.”

admittedly, this is something you’ve both done a few times before. changbin likes when you touch yourself for him far too much to go without shoving a hand down his pants too.

you’re both laying on your bed naked after a shared shower. your leg is thrown over one of changbin’s, and his head is resting on his arm, his other hand already playing with his half hard cock.

turning porn on wasn’t necessarily part of today’s plan, but you figured it might be fun to watch some of changbin’s favorite videos and see what really gets him off. the video that’s on screen now didn’t really surprise you, but just knowing that this is something that makes him cum is making your cunt sticky wet.

the man on screen is laid back while one woman bounces on his cock and another is perched on his face. you circle your clit a little faster when they meet in the middle to kiss, moaning prettily into each other's mouths.

“oh fuck,” you whisper. “is this- is this something you’d like, maybe? want me on your cock and someone else sitting on this sweet face?” you pinch his chin and he sighs, settling further into the pillows behind him.

“i mean it’s- it’s just a thought. i just think it’d be hot to see you, like, kiss and stuff.”

“mmm, kiss and stuff?” you hum, finally taking your eyes off the screen to look over at changbin. he snorts a laugh and shakes his head.

“ahhh, you know what i mean! i don’t- i don’t want to fuck anyone else. you’re perfect, god, you’re so fucking perfect. i just… it’d be hot? seeing you feel good.”

you look back at the screen again and now see one of the girls laying on her back while the other laps at her pussy, the man settling in on his knees behind her to fuck her from the back. you had been mindlessly playing with yourself while you spoke with changbin, but seeing the display in front of you has you spreading your legs wider and resuming your ministrations from earlier. changbin appears to be in the same boat, now circling the leaky head of his cock with a loose fist.

“you wanna see me kiss a pretty girl, changbinnie? have her kiss me and rub my clit while you fuck me?” you have to admit he’s right. it’s definitely a thought.

“oh fuck, yeah, yeah, keep talking. fuck, tell me more?”

“you could, ah, you could just sit back and watch us for a bit before you join, yeah? watch us play with our pussies while you play with your cock. you can’t- you can’t cum though, not before i say you can.”

changbin nods with you, jacking his cock faster and using his other hand to squeeze at your thigh that’s thrown over his.

“i won’t cum, i promise. i’ll be good. i’ll be so good, please, what else? what else will you do?”

neither of you are paying attention to the scene in front of you anymore, much more content with watching each other. changbin re-adjusts himself on his back so that he can get a better look at you and props his leg up on the bed. his eyes trail down to where your fingers are tapping at your clit.

“we’d rub our pussies together for you. fuck, we’d both be so wet you could hear it from where you’re sitting. oh changbin, we could- we could do it with your cock in the middle.”

“i’m gonna fucking cum, what the fuck,” changbin grits out, hand speeding up on his cock. he’s a vision, thumb and three fingers wrapped around himself while his pinky sticks out. “i want that, want it. you can use my cock. however you want, however you need as long as you cum. as long as you cum, fuck, ‘m cumming. i’m-! cumming, fuck.” changbin’s hips thrust erratically as he milks his cock, and you run your toes slowly up his leg. seeing him cum so hard does you in too, rubbing yourself harder and your cunt throbs, pulsing, as you cum on your fingers.

changbin watches you come down from your high and immediately reaches for your hand to bring your sticky fingers to his mouth. you roll over toward him and latch yourself to his side, fucking his mouth slowly with your aching fingers and playing gently with his tongue.

when you pull them out, changbin sighs and combs a hand through his hair. “fuuuck, i need another shower. i think you need one too, come on. we’ve still got some time before i need to leave. i wanna use the shower head on you~”

august 2nd

photos

changbin’s head is thrown back against the pillow, and he’s gripping your hips like he’ll never let go again.

“h-holy shit, baby. oh, dove, f-feels so fucking deep,” changbin whines, bucking his hips up to meet you.

your hands are pressing down on his chest, not only to give you leverage to bounce but to pin him down. it’s not like he’d fight you anyways; he likes you on top too much.

“fuck. fuck! your tits.” his eyes are locked on your chest and the way it moves with every thrust. changbin lifts himself on his elbows and goes to sit up so that he can latch his sinful little mouth onto one of your nipples, but you reach to the back of his neck and gently grab hold of the collar he’s wearing to stop him.

“aht, stay down. atta boy, good.”

the pastel pink collar looks good on him. you knew it would because he picked it out himself. there’s a pink bow on the front too, and right under that bow is a dangling, heart-shaped charm. the word bunny is engraved on the front, and your initials are carved into the back.

“look how sweet you are,” you croon, kissing him on the lips and releasing your hold on his collar. “you like when i fuck you like this?”

“i love it, damn it, i love it when you fuck me. your pussy feels so fucking good! ‘s making me crazy.” so crazy he’s starting to drool over it.

you push him back down onto his pillow, and he whines, bringing one hand up to shakily wipe the spit away from his chin. you plant your hands on his chest again and fuck yourself down harder on his cock. the heart pendant dangling from his collar lightly jingles as you bounce. changbin throws his head back hard enough that the pendant gets turned around, and instead of bunny facing you it’s now your initials.

that’s what inspires you to finally reach over and pick up your phone. changbin whines at the loss of one of your hands on his chest, but it turns into a high pitched moan when he sees what you have in your hand.

“oh? slutty,” you laugh. “want me to take a pretty picture of you?” you make sure the shutter sound is on. click.

“look at you, my sweet little boy. so horny, so desperate. should i take some more?”

“p-please, please take more, ah,” changbin cries.

it’s not like they’re actually good pictures. you’re riding his cock too hard to keep your hand steady, much less your phone. but they’re good enough. good enough that you’ll keep them locked away for those lonely nights when he’s not by your side.

“open your fucking mouth,” you grit through your teeth. he does immediately, and the fingers of your other hand make their way between his lips. he sucks sloppily on your middle and ring finger as your others squeeze his cheeks. click. his moan is muffled.

“you should post these on your new instagram, huh? you think everyone would want to see you like this, sweet boy?” mhm. “how many likes do you think you’d get?”

changbin cries out, and he gags around your fingers. you pull them out finally and wipe the mess onto his cheek.

“stick your tongue out. there, yeah.” click. “they’d see you lookin’ so pretty for me, baby. know what else they’d see? they’d see my initials. right fucking here.” you tug at the charm on his collar. “they’d know you’re mine. that you belong to me, isn’t that right?”

“yes! yes, please, ‘s right. i belong to you! i do, ‘m yours. i’m your bunny. fuck, oh my- ‘m gonna cum. can i cum? can i please?”

he’s fighting the arch in his back trying to stay flat on the bed, but you’ve decided he deserves to cum whenever he wants. he’s the birthday boy after all.

“of course you can cum, baby. you deserve it. come on, gonna fill me up? there you go. just give it to me, gimme your cum.” and he could never say no to that. click.

august 3rd

pet play & ass play

“are you sure this isn’t my birthday present?” you ask, swiftly lifting your crossed feet from the coffee table in front of you so changbin can dust under them. “come on, little bunny, you missed a spot.”

he looks so fucking sweet. changbin usually tends to go for tighter clothes that show off his bulging muscles, but you like it just as well when his clothing is oversized. he’s cute, with his big t-shirt on and black lop-bunny ears clipped to his hair. not to mention the little black cotton tail that you can see whenever he bends over. you’d gotten this vibrating bunny tail plug forever ago, and changbin’s finally able to put it to use.

you’re having to hold yourself back from squealing every time he walks into the room with you today. he’s acting shy, coy, his cock is already tenting his shirt. you told him earlier not to wear any underwear, and you can tell he’s not, even though he’s making an effort to bend over as little as possible.

changbin wipes the cloth over the table again, humming a little tune while he works. he’s not expecting the vibrations to start again, and his knees wobble when you press the little button on your phone. changbin steadies himself by grabbing the edge of the table.

“aht, careful. clean the corner again; don’t leave any smudges.”

“s-sorry, sorry. let me… again. i can do better. sorry,” changbin stutters, shakily wiping the edge of the table where his hand just was. when he’s done, he doesn’t make an effort to move though.

“something the matter?” you ask. you cock your head to the side, and changbin whimpers. “i need you to wash the dishes, please.”

he nods his head but still doesn’t move. you shut the vibrations off, and he noticeably exhales.

“i’m- um. leaking. it’s- ‘s making me leak. i’m really, um. i’m hard.”

you giggle at that and pick your phone back up. you pause, making sure to look changbin in the eyes, and click your screen to start the vibrations up again. changbin keens high in his throat and finally drops to his knees in front of the couch.

“your little cock is leaky, bunny?” m-mhm. “show it to me. lift your shirt up. yes, that’s good. here, bite the hem like that. good fucking boy. what a pretty picture you make.” pretty is an understatement. changbin’s looking up at you through his lashes while he holds his shirt up with his teeth. he wasn’t lying; his cock is leaking steadily from the tip as the vibrations from his plug stimulate his prostate. you watch as his cock throbs and spits out another glob of precum. changbin spreads his knees wider and slowly rocks his hips up so his tip rubs softly against his stomach.

“don’t do that. you cum how i want you to or not at all, hear me?” he nods his head quickly, and his bunny ears flop with the movement. so fucking cute. you give him a few more seconds to feel the vibrations and then tap your phone again to stop it.

changbin stands back up on shaky legs when you tell him again that you need the dishes washed. he walks carefully to the kitchen, and it’s the first time of the day that he’s out of your sight. you hear the water turn on and the dishes clanking in the sink and go back to watching your show, but nothing’s as interesting as the sweet boy in your kitchen. his dishwashing is going too well, you think, so you turn his plug on again and immediately hear him scramble, dropping a dish into the soapy water.

he’s too quiet though.

you leave your spot on the couch to creep around the corner of the kitchen and see changbin dutifully stood at the sink, dishes clean, but he’s humping his cock against the edge of counter. he’s biting down on his lower lip to keep from making a noise. it’s a good thing you decided to get up and check on him or else he’d be getting himself in trouble.

“what are you doing, bunny?”

changbin’s hips stutter, but they don’t stop moving.

“i wanna cum! i wanna cum so bad, please. i- i’m good, i cleaned the dishes just like you asked me to.”

you suppose he’s right. he has been good all day. he’s dusted your apartment, done your laundry, neatly folded your clothes, and now has done your dishes. next time, you’ll make sure to get him a little maid costume he can wear.

“you have been my good boy today, haven’t you?” rhetorical question. he’s always your good boy. “alright then. let’s make you cum.” changbin moans as you tap your phone screen and turn on his plug again. you set your phone on the counter and step behind him. your arms wrap around his middle, and he relaxes against you, head falling back to rest on your shoulder.

“please make me cum. please let me,” he whispers. you don’t answer him but instead bring one hand down to lightly stroke his cock while the other grabs hold of the cottontail of the plug. changbin lets out a raspy oh, fuuuuck and fucks forward into your fist, then back to feel you push the plug against him harder. he keeps going like that, and the sight alone and his noises are making your panties sticky wet.

“bunny’s gonna cum?”

he nods. “yeah, gonna cum. bunny’s gonna cum. shit, fuck! ‘m cumming, don’t stop, i’m fucking-” you swear he stops breathing as he cums, thick ropes of white streaking out into the soapy water.

you stumble a bit as changbin leans back on you, spent from his orgasm. he whines and pinches you on the hip which leads to you pinching his nipple in retaliation, and you reach down and unlock your phone to turn his plug off. he whines.

“yah! why’d you make me cum in the water? at least the dishes weren’t in there or i’d have to do them again.”

august 4th

pegging

“my bin, my bunny. you like this? being fucked like a whore?”

“love it! i love it, i-! i’m- full. i feel so full.”

you’ve got him on his back. changbin’s so much more flexible than you ever could have dreamed of when you first started dating, and he loves when you put that to use. your hands are pressing his knees to his chest while his hands grip the headboard.

he’s donning those cute little lop bunny ears he wore just yesterday. he just looks so precious in them; changbin is your sweet bunny through and through.

a particularly sharp thrust from you has changbin turning his head; one of the ears flops down over his eye. he squeezes his eyes shut and takes the tip of the ear into his mouth to nibble on. he’s mumbling around the fuzzy fabric of the ear, and you’d tug it out of his mouth to hear him clearly, but he just looks so cute like that.

your thighs are on fire. truly, you don’t see how changbin fucks you so diligently all the time, it’s work. you ignore the pain as best you can and lean back onto your heels to put your back into your thrusts.

changbin wails, hands loosening their hold on the headboard and arms flailing. he clasps a hand over his mouth to try and stifle his cries, but you tug his hand down and entangle his fingers with yours.

“let me hear your cute little noises, bunny baby, don’t hold back.”

“won’t hold back, won’t,” changbin babbles mindlessly. your thrusts are fucking him up the bed, and his pecs jiggle each time your hips meet his ass. he can’t be still. his fingers squeeze yours while the fingers of his other hand grip at the sheets, his toes curl, point, and unpoint. as he shakes his head from size to side, one of the bunny ear clips catches on the pillow and pulls his hair.

changbin whines pitifully and scrunches his face up. you go to remove the offending ear clip, but he stops you quickly.

“no! no please, fix it. jus’ fix it, my- my ears!” changbin begs. you coo at how cute he is and quickly fix the clip in his hair, running your fingers through the curly and sweat matted hair on his forehead. there you go, all better.

“better, all better,” he repeats after you. his cock is steadily dribbling precum against his stomach, leaking into the divot of his belly button. his stomach quivers when you lightly graze your fingers over his balls.

you slow your thrusts down so that you can rake your nails down his thighs. changbin rewards you with a full body shiver, and you pat one of his thighs.

“turn over for me, please. wanna see your cute little ass.”

you slowly help changbin lower his legs back down from where you had him pretzeled, and he hums when you massage his hips. slowly but surely he rolls over onto his stomach, and he yelps when you lean down and bite him on the ass. changbin gets his knees under him and lifts himself up onto his knees while he pulls the pillow under his head to hold onto.

“arch your back. there you go, i love that,” you say, kneading your hands slowly up and down the bow of his back. “look at you. on your hands and knees for me like a little slut. you want me to give it to you hard? come on, say it.”

he nods against the pillow.

“i’m- binnie’s a slut for you. i like- i like when you fuck me on my hands and knees. please, i like it so much. will you put it back in? fuck me hard. will you please fuck me?”

how could you say no when he asks so sweetly?

august 5th

cockrings & edging

you don’t even remember where you found this absolute gem of a purchase, but you’re so glad you did. no matter how much changbin might snivel and whine about it in the near future, you know he’s glad too.

he’d just gotten back from dinner with hyunjin, and not even ten minutes later you have him naked and panting. you’ve oiled up his cute little cock with your favorite lube and circled it with the cutest cockring you’ve ever seen. it fits changbin down to a tee, literally and figuratively.

it’s pink with two little bunny ears and oh so perfect for your birthday boy.

“you like it?” you ask. he’s worn cockrings before. several times in fact.

“i like it,” comes changbin’s whispered response. his head flops down on the back of the couch when you slowly start to jerk him off. he’s still got those lensless glasses on, but other than that he’s completely and gloriously naked.

he sighs, deep in his chest. you can tell he’s completely pliant for you, and it makes you chuckle.

“relaxed?” you ask him, and you see his lips quirk up.

“so relaxed.”

“good. i want you to be. ‘m gonna make you feel so good, okay? you deserve that, you know.”

he’s never worried about you making him feel good, but you want him to know anyway. with another small squeeze of the lube to the tip of his cock, you start to really work his cock with your fist. it usually wouldn’t take long for changbin to start fucking up into your hand, but it seems he’s keen on letting you get him off at your own pace for now.

you kiss the head of his cock and lightly kitten lick the slit until changbin grunts. you’re just teasing. you’re not giving him your mouth tonight, he’ll have to settle for your hands. that’s a compromise he’s quite happy with though, don’t worry.

the lube covering his cock makes him slick in your hands, and you stroke him deep and slow until you notice one of his thighs start to shake. you give him just a few more pumps of your fist until you pull off, and changbin immediately blows out a harsh breath that makes the curled hair on his forehead flutter.

“good?” you ask, and he nods, still relaxed against the couch. you bring your hands back to his cock, one now going down to knead at his balls while the other continues to jerk him off. changbin spreads his legs wider for you and adjusts his position so that his hips are lifted higher for you to play.

his breathing gets deeper as you continue to work him over, and you know he’s close when his leg starts to shake again. you pull off once more, and changbin lightly lurches forward this time. his hands grip the back of the couch tightly.

“oh wow, fuck. keep- keep going, please,” he requests, and you’re back to it again. jerking his cock and letting go when changbin gets close. he loves being edged; you came to realize that fairly early on in your relationship, and that hasn’t changed.

you tap lightly on the pink bunny cockring he wears and laugh.

“you don’t even need this thing, do you? you wouldn’t dare cum unless i gave you permission anyway.”

august 6th

temperature play & nipple play

“s-s-shit that’s cold!” changbin cries, back arching sharply. he proceeds to curl in on himself slightly, held back by the pink cuffs that bind his wrist to the headboard.

you hum sympathetically, dropping the ice back into the small bowl that’s set beside you on the bed. you pinch his hardened nipples with your cold fingers, reveling in the way changbin whimpers at the touch.

“it’s cold, baby?” y-yes. “here, i can help. i’m just trying to cool you off after you worked so hard at practice.”

you lean forward now, letting a dribble of spit slowly fall from your lips and onto his nipple before chasing it with your mouth. your mouth latches onto changbin’s nipple, and he makes a noise almost similar to that of a wounded animal. you suck hard, cheeks hollowing and tongue lapping at the sensitive bud.

“‘s that better?” your question is muffled.

“it’s so, ahh fuck, your mouth’s so warm.”

you pick up a piece of ice from your bowl and bring it to his other nipple while your mouth remains occupied with the other. changbin yelps, arms tensing hard above his head and rattling the cuffs. you slowly trace the ice cube around his nipple and follow its pace with your tongue, stimulating both of his nipples at once.

changbin shivers as the ice cube begins to melt on his skin, a small rivulet of water trails down his stomach to find his hip.

you pull away and pop the mostly melted cube into your mouth, crunching it up and rubbing your thumb softly over changbin’s swollen nipple. much to his surprise, you bring your hand down on the side of his chest in a slap. his back bows so harshly that you have to push him back down with both of your hands.

while his eyes are squeezed shut you grab a cube in each hand, bringing them back down to trace over his nipples. both cubes begin to melt quickly due to the warmth of changbin’s chest. once they’ve fully melted, you coo over how red his chest is. the skin around is nipples is pink and ice-cold to the touch.

his already puffy nipples seem even more swollen now, and they’re impossible to resist. you pinch at both of them now, flicking them with your nails and pulling to hear him cry out.

“does it feel good, binnie?” you ask. what a redundant question.

“they’re- ah! numb, i can’t, can’t. please, they’re so c-cold.”

you pout at him and cock your head but ultimately decide to give your sweet boy some much needed relief, but not before leaning in close and blowing cold air onto both of his abused nipples. the cuffs rattle again, and his legs snap shut around you. you giggle and press your warm tongue flat against his nipple, and it soothes him like a balm.

while you lick and suck gently against his sore nipples, you finally take note of his hard cock pressed against your thigh. you’d been so focused on his chest that you didn’t notice that you’d been making changbin suffer somewhere else too.

his noises are sweet and desperate, and you want him to cum soon. he’s lucky you’re almost as desperate as he is or else you’d be putting the ice cubes to use somewhere else.

august 7th

overstimulation

“f-fuck, fuck! it’s so much,” changbin cries. you’ve been playing with him ever since he got home from dance practice earlier. his stomach is streaked with multiple ropes of cum.

“it’s so much, but you like it,” you respond. you know his limits, and he hasn’t used his word; he’s just whining. “see how hard your cock is for me? you like it, and you’re gonna cum again.”

changbin grunts, throwing an arm over his face. his hips tremble, almost like they don’t know if they want to buck forwards into the warmth of your hands or escape their stimulation. you’re sitting between his spread legs, both hands occupied with changbin’s steadily leaking cock.

“i- fuck, i wanna cum. i don’t- i can’t? fuck, please,” he laughs, delirious. “i don’t even know what i’m saying.”

“you don’t have to say anything, binnie. all you have to do is lay there and look pretty for me. you can do that, right?”

“can. i can do that,” he mumbles. changbin bites his lip and looks down at you when you reach a hand up to pry his arm away from his face. both hands encircle his cock again, three fingers of one hand wrapped tight around the base while your pinky and ring finger rest again the skin of his groin and your other hand slickly jerks the tip of his cock.

changbin props himself up on his elbows to watch you, but that doesn’t last for long. when you slightly lean over to spit on the head of his cock, his eyes roll back in his head.

“holy s-shit. shit, ‘m close, i-. make me take it, make me take it! tell me to. please i- tell me to take it.” his chin quivers, and his eyebrows furrow.

“look at you. you just wanna cum so bad, don’t you? take it then. just take it for me, okay? you can, my sweet little crybaby.”

his hips thrust up, choppy and uncoordinated, and he cums for the third time that night with a shout. changbin’s cock throbs violently, but only the slightest bit of clear liquid oozes from his tip. he grows overwhelmed quickly, reaching his hands down to shakily cup yours to stop your moments and entwining your messy fingers together.

you crawl up to rest beside him for a few minutes, kissing and doting on your darling boy just the way you know he needs after something like this. by the time you decide to get up to run a washcloth under warm water to wipe him down with, he’s out like a light.

august 8th

body worship

he’s already starting to squirm and you’ve just started. he has one rule tonight, and you can tell it’s already messing with his head. he’s just so used to you pampering him. he swears you’re basically able to read his mind, always knowing what he wants and what he needs. tonight though, he has to tell you.

having changbin at your mercy is always a power trip.

“it’s your big day, isn’t it bin? since you’re the birthday boy, you have to tell me what it is that you want.”

you start out by massaging his legs.

“my changbin has such strong legs. you work so hard, don’t you? and look at these thighs! so thick, baby.” your hands glide up to his thighs and you squeeze them. “what should i do here?”

“wanna feel- feel your pussy. sit on my thigh? please? ohhh, fuck, ohfuck, you’re so wet. i- i’m making you wet?” you grind yourself down on his thigh in answer. he’s definitely making you wet.

“my pussy’s soaking wet, baby, you feel it?” you know he does. “what about here?”

his stomach. one of your favorite things about your man. so soft yet so muscular at the same time. your knead your hands up and down his torso and wait for his reply.

“kiss- kiss it? just want your lips on me,” he sighs, cheeks tinting red at the admission. you’re not going to deny him tonight, so you back yourself up and lean down to press kisses to his belly. you suck a wet kiss against his belly button, and he keens, throwing his head back.

“these fucking pecs, bin. you work so hard on them too, yeah? and i know you like when i play with them…” you look up at him expectantly.

“um, just. your fingers,” changbin replies.

“what about ‘em? what do you want me to do with my fingers, come on, be specific for me.”

“pinch, pinch my nipples. like- like that! yes, like that. that- oh, that feels so good,” he begs, chest arching towards your nimble fingers as they pluck and pinch just like he asked.

“sweet boy, perfect boy. you’re doing so well, changbin. making me so proud, baby.” that makes him whimper.

“mmm, and these. changbin, your arms. you’ve put in so much time and effort to make them big and strong. i just wanna fucking… bite ‘em. wanna rub my pussy on your biceps, what the fuck!” you laugh, but it’s true.

changbin’s not laughing though, he’s grabbing hold of your thighs and tugging you forwards.

“do it? please, please i want you to do that! oh my god.”

well, since he asked for it, why not? you allow him to pull you up his body, and you maneuver his arm so it’s sticking straight out to the side. it’s a bit of an odd position, but if you press close enough to him you can feel the bulge of his muscle on your pussy. his skin is warm, and when changbin flexes his arm muscle it shocks a moan out of you.

changbin looks close to tears at the erotic sight of you slowly grinding against the bulging muscle of his bicep. the hand on his opposite arm reaches across his body to take hold of your thigh and squeeze.

“fuck, binnie, oh. what- what about this? what about this pretty little cock? fuuuck, changbin, such a pretty body.” he hisses when you reach your hand down to fondle his hard cock.

his eyes are still glued to the way you’re humping his arm, but his hips cant up into your hand.

“fuck me. i want you to fuck me, i want to make you cum.”

august 9th

somnophilia

you’re so pretty laying there like that. this was the plan anyway since he pulled this particular kink out of his birthday jar, but practice ran late today which makes it even more perfect.

changbin goes about his business as usual after he closes the bedroom door lightly, tiptoeing to the bathroom to take a quick shower and brush his teeth. when he’s done, he slowly crawls into the bed and settles behind you, breathing in the scent of your hair.

you don’t wake up when he wraps his arms around you, but you do mold yourself to changbin’s front as if you were subconsciously expecting him. even asleep, your body seeks out his gentle touch. changbin reaches down to entwine your fingers together.

“binnie’s baby, my baby.” a sweet kiss to the nape of your neck. “my love, my light.”

the soft silk of your cute little sleep shirt feels so good against his bare chest, and his nipples pebble when they rub against the cool fabric. you’re wearing his favorite panties too, he can see them peeking out from under the sheets.

changbin smirks at the sight and bites his lip. what a little minx you are, how sweet of you to wear his favorite pair to sleep for him. his hand leaves yours so he can trace the lace trim of your panties, and that same hand travels lower so that it’s now squished between the press of your thighs. he can feel how warm your cunt is through the fabric. changbin gently rubs his fingers up and down the gusset of your panties, and he hisses when he feels that you’re wet.

“ready for me,” he whispers and presses a kiss to your shoulder.

changbin makes to take your panties off, tugging the hem down until you start to roll over. he freezes and looks to your face to see if you’re awake and lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he sees your eyes still closed.

“so sweet.” changbin manages to pull your underwear halfway down your thighs and settles his hand between your legs again, paying special attention to your wet little clit now. he hums.

changbin maneuvers you back to your side so that your back is pressed to his chest again. his cock slips between your thighs, and he fucks against the lips of your cunt until he can’t take it anymore, slowly sheathing himself inside the warmth of your body.

his lips find the lobe of your ear and he sucks it into his mouth. “always ready for me, this pussy. baby let me in, let binnie in,” as he finally stills inside you.

you feel him smirk against the shell of your ear as you slowly blink into consciousness and your body quakes at the much welcome intrusion.

“mmm, bin?” you ask, he thrusts once at the sound of your sleepy voice. you’re shivering, from the stretch of his fat cock and the chill air of the room. changbin lifts the sheet up to fully cover you both.

“it’s me. always me,” changbin replies. his strong arms press you tighter against him, and you bring a hand up to run through his curly hair. “you spoil me, sweetheart. needed this sweet pussy. ‘m gonna cum in it.”

august 10th

food play

he’s excited for tonight’s award show, you can tell. bouncy and energetic and singing loudly into every room he goes. even more so now that you’re both in the kitchen.

“taste good?” you ask, watching as changbin sucks your finger all the way into his mouth to lick the icing off. he pulls off with a pop! and grins at you slyly.

“mhm, so tasty~”

his real birthday cake is sitting in a nice glass cake plate on the other side of the counter. you didn’t want to ruin the cake you’ll actually be eating tomorrow, so you decided to make a small one for you and your boyfriend to play with.

another brush of your fingers in the pink icing leads them to changbin’s mouth again, and before you allow them inside, you swipe them against his lips. you kiss him before he has a chance to whine about the mess you made on his face, licking his lips and tasting the icing for yourself before feeding your fingers back to him.

“mm, you’re right. it is tasty.”

you back yourself up until you reach your kitchen table and lift to sit on it, raising your shirt over your head and tossing it at him. he catches it with a smirk and playful eyes, dutifully watching as you continue to remove your bra and toss that to him as well.

you swipe your finger down the side of the cake, and instead of lifting the sweet icing to your mouth, you circle your nipple with it. you gasp at the foreign feeling. the icing is thick and cool, and a chill travels down your back at the sensation. you beckon changbin closer with your sticky index finger, and he follows like a man starved.

the second changbin stands in front of you, he ducks his head to latch onto your nipple. your back arches as he sucks hard, flicking his tongue and moaning as the icing coats it. changbin pulls off to survey his work and quickly dives back in to lick away all of the lingering sweetness.

“here, here baby, get the other,” you coo, giving your other nipple the same treatment. changbin easily moves to the other side of your chest, sucking and licking at your icing-covered nipple. his hands come up to play with your tits, squeezing and kneading while his mouth works.

you smear more of the icing in between your tits and throw your back back when changbin licks up the valley of your chest.

“mmm, wanna put some on your cock,” you hum, wrapping an arm around his head and holding him close.

changbin whines and ruts forward against your clothed cunt. he always gets this way when your tits are involved.

“‘m not done with you yet though, here.”

instead of just the icing this time, you grab a small handful of the vanilla cake in your hand and smear it down your chest, ignoring how the feeling makes you want to cringe when you see changbin’s eyes widen sweetly.

“eat up, birthday boy. don’t you want your dessert?”

august 11th

surprise!

“wait, i think you missed one?” changbin said, lifting the last piece of paper up and flipping it over to check on the back. “it’s blank?”

“nah, i didn’t miss one! i’m just sneaky,” you reply. you’ve been nervous all day up until this moment, but now that changbin’s in front of you your nerves just seem to disappear. he has that effect on you. “i actually, uh, have one more actual present for you?”

changbin looks up at you from where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and stands up to take hold of your hands.

“baby, you’ve spoiled me every day for close to two weeks! you’ve done so much for me already.” he wraps you in his arms and sways you from side to side, kissing your lips once, twice. you finally manage to wriggle from his arms and walk quietly to your nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a neatly wrapped box that makes changbin’s eyebrows lift.

changbin lets you put the box in his hand and kisses your hair in thanks. you look into his eyes and gently brush the tip of your finger down the bridge of his nose.

“happy birthday, seo changbin. i really, really love you.”

his eyes shine, and you think he’s beautiful. however, he’s quickly biting down on his bottom lip and resting his head on top of yours so you can’t see his eyes water.

“no, don’t-! stop! stop, you can’t cry! don’t do that or i’ll cry! you can’t cry on your birthday!” you wail, slapping at his shoulder and burying your face against his chest. he laughs weakly and sniffs, squeezing you tight.

“yah, i’m not crying! you must be seeing things,” he huffs. you decide to let him get away with that just this once. birthday boy privileges and whatnot.

changbin unwraps the bow and lifts the top of the box, tossing it back onto the bed. his eyes widen when they land on the little jewelry box on the inside.

“now listen, it’s nothing crazy! i just thought-”

“you’re proposing to me?!” changbin hollers in delight.

“no, you goof! jesus, just open it, please!” you slap your hand against your forehead, and changbin cackles. he does as you say though and gasps when he opens the box to find a nice, matte black tungsten ring inside.

“hold it up, look on the inside,” you instruct, and you lean forward when changbin does to get a closer look.

the inside of the ring is engraved with your handwriting.

always and forever.

changbin laughs and looks down, a tear finally cascading down his face. he wipes at his cheek before sliding the ring onto his finger. a perfect fit.

“look! i got one too.” you skip back over to your nightstand and pull out the box with your ring in it and sliding it onto your finger, matching black gem in the middle. he takes hold of your fingers to look at your ring and smiles, noting how well both of the rings go together.

“i just wanted to get us matching couple rings, you know? so! i mean, or they can be promise rings, or whatever. just… yeah,” you stammer. changbin kisses you, smiling.

“i love you. i love you so much. you’re perfect for me, you know that?” he asks, cupping your cheeks. “i’m- i’m so lucky to be loved by you.”

changbin turns you around and walks you backwards until your knees hit the bed.

“i want to show you, since you’ve been so good to me. you’ll let me be good to you, right?” it’s his birthday, but you’d never say no to that.

before you know it, you’re both naked and pressed tightly together on the bed. changbin’s on top of you, strong body rolling against yours while you kiss.

“let me- ah! let me get on top?” changbin hums at your request and mumbles an enthusiastic fuck yeah against your lips.

you do just that, rolling him over and perching prettily over his cock. changbin wraps an arm around you while he uses his other hand to guide his cock inside of you. he kisses you, deep and dirty, as he sheaths himself inside. you moan against his lips, and he responds to that eagerly with a moan of his own.

your rhythm is slow, much softer than anything you’ve done for the past almost two weeks leading up to changbin’s special day. you cup his cheeks in both of your hands, kissing his forehead, nose, and finally his lips again.

changbin turns his head to the side to kiss the inside of your palm. he cups your hand in his and pulls it from his face, curling your fingers over his and gazing down at the ring you’re wearing.

“my dove, my baby, one day i’ll give you a real ring. i promise you that. i’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” changbin says, kissing the ring again and looking up into your eyes. “there’s nothing i want more than to be your husband.”

he kisses up your arm, over your heart and to your lips.

“but first, i’m going to make you cum.”

“what are you doing?” you mumble, words muffled by the skin of changbin’s warm chest. you’ve been laying snug in the crook of his arm since you finished. changbin grunts loudly as he reaches over to pick his phone up from the nightstand.

“just texting the group chat to tell them you put on a ring on it before i did. i can’t believe i’m the first one to get hitched! wait, can i listen to single ladies one last time?”

#fic rec: seo changbin #GODDAMN!!!!#oh god that was so intense #SOSOSOS GOOD!!!!

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“don’t–” chan manages to huff out through gritted teeth, “don’t look at me like that.”

your already wide eyes grow wider, blinking unknowingly at him. you’re perched on the edge of the bed, chan standing over you, and you have to tilt your head up in order to properly look him in the eyes. he groans, biting his lip before he presses his mouth onto yours, slipping his tongue into your warm mouth. you can only whimper confusedly before he pulls back.

“i said, don’t fucking look at me like that, holy s–” his eyes meet your own watery ones momentarily, “fucking, jesus christ.”

your head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and you’re too hazy to understand why he is acting so… peculiar today. it isn’t like you never have sex, you do this quite often, actually, so why is he acting so upset? what were you doing wrong?

“don’t look at you like what, chan?” you ask. maybe in another scenario, the comment would’ve sounded bratty, laced with cunningness as you turned your lips upwards into a sly smile, but now the words only sound overly confused. he groans once more, burying his face in his hands. when he takes them off and meets eyes with you, you can see the brown of his irises melt.

“like that! like i’m–” he sighs, “like i’m fucking hurting you,” he says, looking down at the floor. then, he looks up, and says: “like i’m not gonna give you the best fucking orgasm you’ve felt in your life. better than you deserve.”

you swallow the lump in your throat and manage to whisper: “i want it,” though it comes out shaky and whinier than you’d wished it to. chan smirks at the comment.

“oh, i know you want it. you’re just gonna have to wait, okay? be a good girl and wait for me.” he slaps the top of your thigh softly and you can merely nod before he prods at your clothed cunt, pushing his forefinger on top of the fabric, right at the entrance of your slit. your hips buck up involuntarily, making chan grin.

“needy baby.”

you slap your hand over your mouth, muffling the whimper that comes out of your mouth when chan presses an open mouthed kiss over the fabric. you shudder at the feeling and find chan’s eyes blinking up at you, looking thoroughly impressed.

“you like that, hm?” he teases, laughing softly when you hide your face behind your arm. “okay, okay,” he gives in, “tell me what you want, and i’ll give it to you. you just gotta be a good girl and tell me what you want.”

you want nothing more than to tell him, but you find it hard to form any comprehensible thoughts, even if he had barely done anything to you. maybe chan wasn’t the only one acting weird today. at the lack of answer, chan raises his brows.

“what is it, hm? you don’t know? you’re fucked dumb already?” he retorts, and your hand moves to your mouth with the speed of lightning, but it’s just not enough to cover up the embarrassingly loud whimper that escapes your mouth. chan sighs, acts as if he’s mad, but you can see the smile creeping onto his lips, revealing that it’s all just an act.

“seems like daddy’s gonna have to decide, then,” he says, and the words are immediately followed up by a tug at your panties, pushed to the side as he nips at your clit, his middle finger nudging at the entrance of your cunt. “since you can’t think for yourself. it’s alright, you just gotta sit still and look pretty for me,” he whispers with his mouth pressed to your ear, his hot breath fanning into your ear, as his fingers enter your hot cunt.

you start getting restless when the finger stills inside you, suddenly completely motionless. you can’t be troubled for long though, because quickly, a second finger is entering your cunt, moving up and down and apart from each other, properly preparing you for chan - at least, that you hope.

“luckily daddy knows just what you like, hm? aren’t you glad?” he says, and you nod furiously, scared he’s going to stop if you don’t respond. but he’s not looking up at you, so just to be sure, you croak out a desperate: “yes!”

he ruffles your hair affectionately at the words, looking at you with a loving smile while he speeds up your finger. he watches you closely as your face crumples, as your cunt clenches around his fingers, signaling you’re so, so close, so naturally, he pulls his fingers out.

he shushes your whines quickly, half laughing at your desperation.

“‘s okay, ‘s okay, shh,” he says softly, rubbing the palm of his hand over your thigh soothingly, “just want my baby to come on my tongue, hm?” despite his attempts to calm you, you whine in protest, shaking your head no.

“want to come on your cock,” you say. chan coos.

“oh, of course you want to come on my cock,” he says, acting as if he’s considering whether he should let you come on your cock, despite the fact he never denies his baby anything. your watery eyes looking into his are enough to break him.

“oh yeah? that fucking look. again? you want it really badly, don’t you baby?” the words border on aggressive, but he loves you too much to genuinely be mad at you. “okay. okay, baby, okay. you get to come on daddy’s cock,” he says, but he moves his head to your cunt instead. you splutter.

“what are you– i thought you–” you start, but you can’t really finish the sentence, because chan hums, the vibration sending shivers up your spine. he licks a stripe up your cunt.

“just,” he starts, and you feel a wetness that isn’t yours trickling onto your folds, “lubing you up.”

you start to feel dizzy when you realize what he’s doing, his spit running along your cunt. he moves away in order to unzip his pants and free his raging hard-on from his boxers. you stare at it, almost amazed; you had never seen it quite so red and eager. chan smiles at your gaze.

“mhm, that’s all you,” he says, grabbing your hands to place them on his cock, hissing in response, “daddy’s so hard for you.”

he wastes no time pushing your back on the sheets, grabbing a pillow from the head of the bed to prop up under your hips. in full chan-style, he starts by kissing you about everywhere, running his tongue on your neck, but you’re far too impatient and worked up to endure that for long.

“channie…” you whine softly, and chan nods at the remark, understanding. he pushes the just tip in; he’s big, big enough to have your cunt clenching and chan groaning in response.

“jesus christ, you’re so fucking tight for me, aren’t you? don’t i make you feel so good?” and you can barely nod frantically, your hips bucking up unwillingly to make the rest of him enter you faster. “you make me feel so fucking good too, baby, holy shit,” the desperation bleeds out of his words.

as soon as he’s fully inside, he’s moving with small yet eager thrust, not wanting to go all in, not wanting to hurt you yet, but you want nothing less, and your whines and whimpers declare that. chan seems to know you from the inside out, picking up the sounds and moving his hips faster, watching your body writhe on the bed.

quite frankly, you feel on the verge of tears, it feels so fucking good. your hands find chan’s back, scratching desperate at it as you feel your orgasm approaching. chan feels the clench of your cunt on his cock and moans.

“you close baby? i’m too, i’m too, fuck.”

it’s a perfect graph going from high to higher, yet your orgasm still feels like it comes out of the blue. almost perfectly in sync, you feel chan coming inside of you, the stickiness of his cum overwhelming your cunt.

he pulls out carefully, scooping the dripping cum from your thighs and plunging them back into your cunt before laying beside you, immediately wrapping his arms around you, pressing feverish kisses onto your forehead.

“that was good, baby? good?” your eyes feel heavy, drooping closed, but chan urges further. “you gotta talk to me, baby.” you wrap your legs around his waist.

“of course that was good dummy,” you whisper, voice hoarse. chan sighs a hold breath.

“okay. okay, good. now let’s get us cleaned up, hm? gonna wash those pretty locks for you,” he says, and you giggly lovingly when he lifts you from the bed, nuzzling the top of your head as he walks to the bathroom.

#fic rec: bang chan #😫😫😫#ohhhh my god #that was amazing!!!!!!!#that was so hot!!!!!!

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pettypartypooper · 5 months

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#seo changbin

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pettypartypooper · 6 months

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JISUNG at MUSIC CORE (231111)

#han jisung

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pettypartypooper · 6 months

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ . . . lovemaking with skz

⋆·˚ ༘ * hcs on what i think making love with each skz member would be like

pairing: ot8 x fem reader

cw: literally nothing else except smut but it's disgustingly soft and mushy. not 100% proofread, excuse any errors.

an: ik ik. everybody has already made hcs like this thousands of times. i js felt like writing my own cause i needa beat this writer's block. haven't really been in the best mental state. just so unmotivated and bleh. needed some extra comfort/emotional support. plus i never have actually written any ot8 content so i figured it's about time i should. anyways, enjoy. muah. 🫶🏻

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chan - he's definitely a protective lover, of course, especially in this scenario. wraps his arms around you and holds you as close as possible, makes sure that no one can reach you in this little space he's created for you in his embrace. his lips stay glued to yours the entire time cause he loves taking in your little whines and pants. will smile and chuckle softly against your lips whenever you make a sound or jolt a little cause he finds it so endearing that you're so sensitive and responsive. it's always slow, yet rough strokes, his cock reaching the deepest parts of you and making you shiver and clench every few thrusts, cause he's pressed against your body, legs entangled with yours in a way that keeps you spread open for him. there's also a lot of intense eye contact, soft whispers and moaning into each other's mouths while you make out. he's always gonna make sure no one can hurt you when you're like this. you're always safe with him.

minho - very sensual, although very quiet, but that doesn't mean he isn't enjoying it. he's all about facial expressions, body language, and eye contact. he studies your expression intently, the way your face contorts in pleasure when he thrusts into you at a particular angle, engraves that into his memory for next time. he's always gonna put you in several positions—gently, of course—to figure out what feels best. once he's found the best one, he's going at it super slow, swiveling his hips and angling them just right, eliciting the prettiest sounds from your lips that he just can't get enough of. they're so addicting to him. rarely ever moans or talks but will definitely purposely pant heavily in your ear so you'll know he's really loving this. super gentle with you, his touches are extremely delicate, as if you'll break if he's not careful enough, and the way he drops that cold demeanor, paying attention to your every want and need just makes you fall even more in love with him, if that's even possible.

changbin - you want extremely passionate, emotional lovemaking? he's the one. it's common knowledge that although he's all big and bad looking for the most part, he's actually a huge teddy bear and doesn't mind being vulnerable from time to time. might actually end up crying most sometimes, cause he just loves you so much he doesn't know what to do with himself, so he'll just burst into tears when he's about to cum, rutting into you desperately and whining out the sweetest yet softest "i love you's" in that cute little soft voice of his. he's more of a whiner than a moaner, but god does he sound so pretty. you're already swimming in pleasure as soon as he pushes his cock in, cause it stretches you out so nice (cccc™ iykyk), and that paired with his slow, soft thrusts, and the way he swivels his hips so deliciously, is literal heaven. sometimes he gets a little carried away and ends up rutting into you roughly, nonetheless he still makes sure to keep it at a pace that's comfortable for you. constantly touching you everywhere his hands can reach, his big, strong arms wrapping around you to hold you close against him cause he doesn't wanna be away from you for a second. looks at you with the biggest heart eyes like you're the only girl that exists in this world, cause if he's honest, in his mind, you kinda definitely are.

hyunjin - he gives me such a poetic lover vibes it makes me sick. in a good way though. when he makes love it's like when he's making art, in the sense that he pays attention to every detail. everything needs to be perfect to a T, he can't go wrong at all. he knows how to please you just right and constantly praises you, cause he needs you to understand how beautiful and amazing you are to him like he needs air to breathe. never stops whispering nice things that make you feel like you're literally on top of the world. "my muse, my precious, sweetest love. let me take care of you." begs to cum inside you so he can show you how much he really wants this, wants you, cause in his mind, that makes things a lot more intimate between you. also the constant hand holding. he can't function properly if he's not holding your hand. he loves watching your facial expressions and hearing your little sounds cause he thinks you're just soooo cute when you're feeling good. :( he's also one for intense eye contact, needs to see your face when you cum and isn't satisfied until you are first. his thrusts are slow, almost lazy, if he's not looking at you then he's got his face buried in your neck or collarbone, marking you up all for him. he doesn't care if anyone sees those marks, cause to him, they represent his love for you and you shouldn't be ashamed to show that.

jisung - so good with his words in a way that, if you could physically melt into a puddle whenever he praises you, you definitely would. gets super sappy and emotional and mushy cause he's just so pussy and love drunk for you that he doesn't know what to do with himself. doesn't care if he's overstimulated, he's gonna keep loving you until it hurts. cries but only sometimes, especially if it's been a while since you've last been together cause he misses you all the time. his mind is just always clouded with thoughts of you. dorky lover asf, doesn't hesitate to crack a joke or two but it doesn't necessarily ruin the mood, cause it's jisung and he's always like that, which is something that you've always loved so much about him. "damn, baby i missed you, craved you. so much so that... i swear... even when i wasn't sleeping i still dreamt of this moment every second i was away," he whispers softly, trailing soft kisses down your chest and abdomen, then coming back up to place a soft kiss onto your lips. "waitwaitwait... that might be good lyric for a song or something. hold on, lemme write that down," he says suddenly, reaching for his phone on the nightstand, but you quickly grab his wrist gently as you break into a fit of giggles. "later," you say, and he chuckles, nodding and lining his cock up with your entrance. his thrusts are super lazy, barely any friction but just enough to make you both sigh in relief. he's finally back home with you, back where he belongs, between your legs, and you best believe he's gonna make the most of it.

felix - definitely a crier. not full on sobbing or anything like that, but it's almost unusual for him to not shed at least one tear when he makes love to you. it's just that he spends a lot of time away from you cause he's so busy, but he wants you to know that you're the only one on his mind all the time, and he loves you so much, and just so many other things... it just gets overwhelming sometimes. so when he's finally got you in bed, spreading your legs gently and slipping inside your warmth, he's already on cloud nine, and the realization hits him like waves. "god, baby..." he starts, tears brimming his eyes, and you reach up to wipe them off his freckled cheeks tenderly, your brows furrowing as a concerned look crosses your features. "it's just been so long... i missed you so much... missed being so close to you like this," he whispers, short huffs escaping his lips at the first thrust, and he chuckles softly at the way you moan and sigh in relief. the sound is sweet like honey, music to his ears. if it were up to him, he'd make love to you like this all day, every day.

seungmin - fuck mean dom seungmin, i like whipped pussy drunk lover seungmin too much to see him like that tbh. he's so into intimacy it's like a second language or something. idk how to explain it. when he makes love to you, you truly feel connected. he's the type to make you forget that there's even a whole world with other people and things outside of the confines of the bed that you're sharing. he speaks to you so softly, touches you so gently, featherlight, but it feels like being hit with a ton of bricks at the same time. he's just so tender and gentle with you it's so gross. *squeals into pillow.* his thrusts and his cock are otherworldly. he'll pull out until it's just the tip inside you, then slowly thrust back in, cause lovemaking or not, he's still gonna tease you just a little bit. loves finding ways to make you squeal and call out his name, especially when you look up at him like he hung the stars for you while you do so. he adores you, and he loves being able to see that you adore him just as much.

jeongin - he even said himself he's not the type to say "i love you" very often, cause he doesn't want that phrase to be taken lightly when he says it. so of course, when he makes love to you, he makes sure it's meaningful, puts his all into it. it's just so sweet and intimate *sigh.* he's a relentless lover, doesn't stop til you're both spent, cause he just wants to make it known to you that you're his only one. he'll only ever love you like this. will literally look at you like you made the universe or something, idk it's just the way he'll give you puppy dog eyes, so full of pure love and adoration for you. loves holding your hands cause his are much larger than yours and he thinks that size difference is cute and teases you about how sensitive you get, especially during moments like these. but he only does it bc he likes to see your cheeks flush and the way you look away shyly. he just thinks you're so cute when you're whining and squirming under him, begging him to make you cum and babbling about how good he's making you feel and how you love him so much. "you love me? hmm? i love you too, pretty baby. now cum for me again. i wanna love you some more."

#fic rec: 8 #ooooooh god 😩😩😩#i just 😭😭😭😭#that’s so soft and sweet!!!!

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pettypartypooper · 6 months

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#hwang hyunjin

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groupie — 2min

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader x lee minho

tags: established relationship, polyamory, rock band!au, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, throuple, mxm, sex in a public setting (but they're alone), possessive!minho, he's so jealous, use of “bunny”, “bubs”, "baby," and "babe", they jokingly refer to reader as their groupie many times, talking about putting out to get famous (no one does it ofc), facials, lmk if i forgot

inspo: 2min in the rockstar teaser pics.

notes: i can't not get carried away when it's 2min. this was meant to be just smut but i guess it kinda has a bit of plot and also it was not meant to be this long. it's also filthy as shit.

{ wc: 4126}

You leaned against the old, rusty sink, waiting patiently for your boyfriends to finish whatever they were getting up to.

There was a constant bloop noise, as other than rusty the sink was also leaking despite your attempts to fully shut the stream off.

As soon as they finished their set you rushed towards the most secluded place you could find. There was a toilet at the very edge of the backstage area of the venue with a sign that read “out of order”. The sign itself was so old that the marker used to write the words out was already starting to fade, a light layer of dust turning the white page to an unattractive beige.

Minho texted you just before he walked on stage, saying that he needed you. You told him where you were as soon as you settled.

After a few minutes the door opened slowly, creaking loudly and echoing horribly against the stained walls of the toilets.

“Why here?” Minho asked, planting a small kiss in your hair.

“Having sex in your dressing room stresses me out,” you rolled your eyes, “I can’t have fun when I keep feeling like we’re gonna get caught.”

“So you’d rather have sex in what is clearly a drug den?” He chuckled, wiping his hands against the counter where a few white specks were scattered around.

“No one’s gonna come in here though,” you reasoned.

“Unless you wanna wait until we go home?” Minho asked softly, his eyes sparkling at you.

You shook your head quickly. “When is Seungmin gonna finish, do you think?”

“Probably not for another hour,” Minho clicked his tongue, “some guys came backstage and started kissing his ass.”

You chuckled, “shouldn’t we go save him then?”

“No,” Minho shook his head, “they’re producers.”

You let out a small gasp, eyebrows high. “So why aren’t we there making him look better?”

“Because I’ve been hard through the whole set and I need your help,” he whined, snaking his hands around your waist.

You giggled at him before planting a comforting kiss to his forehead. “You did really well either way, didn’t even notice it.”

It was true, Minho did a wonderful job during their performance and luckily for him, being a drummer meant no one in the audience could see the problem he evidently had.

“I fucking hate him, by the way,” Minho mumbled as he buried his head into your neck. He planted small kisses on your skin, rubbing his palms around your back.

“Let me guess,” you sighed, “he left you high and dry seconds before you guys went on stage?”

“How did you know?”

“He looked especially smug,” you giggled, smiling widely at Minho’s annoyed expression.

“Help me,” Minho whined again.

“Why am I being made to clean his mess?” You exclaimed with a chuckle.

“Because,” he whined. You shook your head, chuckling at his antics.

It’s not that you didn’t want to help him with his problem, it was the only thing you were thinking about as you watched their performance. Minho was incredibly attractive when he played his drums, even more so with his new black hair—long enough to cover his eyes. The black eyeshadow you helped him put on before the show looked beautiful behind his bangs.

Now his eye makeup was slightly smudged from the sweat and the warm bright lights he was under. It made his eyes look darker somehow, more dangerous, even if he was whining at you like the sensitive person he actually is. But only you and Seungmin knew that side of him—everyone else thought he was another asshole wanna be rockstar like so many others were.

Minho leaned in to press his lips against yours softly, rubbing his thumb against your cheek lightly. “You’re staring, bunny.”

“Just admiring how well I did your makeup tonight,” you say, voice too thin to be at all believable.

“You wanna suck my dick so bad,” Minho chuckled, leaning in to kiss you with far more intent than before.

You didn’t answer, because that would mean pulling away from the kiss—and that’s the last thing you wanted. You grabbed onto his oversized shirt, pulling him even closer to you as your tongues clashed noisily.

He squeezed your hips tightly before he backed you up into the counter quickly, the pair of you stumbling as you climbed onto the solid surface with Minho’s blind help.

He didn’t pull away from the kiss once, sucking and nibbling at your bottom lip while his hand buried in your hair.

He didn’t waste any more time, bringing his hand between your bodies to softly rub against your clothed core. You mirrored his actions, rubbing him through his dark jeans.

In pure desperation, the pair of you started moaning loudly at the rush of pleasure.

As soon as you started playing with his zipper Minho pulled away, enough to fish for the condom he shoved into his pocket earlier that day. He asked you to hold onto it as he quickly shoved his jeans down—a small clatter noise following his action as his drumsticks fell out of his back pocket and onto to the floor.

You jumped off the counter, rushing to pull your own pants down. Minho rubbed your hips softly, kissing you quickly before he flipped you around—his dick rubbing against your ass as he pulled your back flat against his chest.

“You don’t need any prep?” He kisses your shoulder.

“Had too much time on my hands in the morning,” you chuckled.

Minho rolled his eyes at you with a soft smile sitting on his fond face. He eagerly grabbed the condom from you, throwing the wrapper to the floor as he quickly rolled it onto his dick.

He didn’t waste any time as soon as you gave him a reassuring nod, sinking all the way inside you.

Although you did use your toy in the morning, enough time has passed since then. Minho was stretching you fully, the sting slightly uncomfortable as he started to move.

He could notice, given the lack of your usual loud moaning, and so he made sure to distract you from it by sucking onto your neck.

The sensation paired with his hands digging into the flesh of your ass was enough to add to the wetness in your core—helping Minho to slide in and out of you with much more ease.

Soon your moans started echoing against the horrible acoustics of the toilets, mixing in with the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the big zippers on either of Minho’s pant leg dragging against the floor.

You gripped onto the counter, hard, relaxing against Minho’s hold as he slammed your bodies together.

“More, Min, please,” you whimpered, as the pleasure started building inside your stomach.

You knew he was needy from his text, and then you knew it again when you watched him play his drums with so much energy. And now, with his thrusts fast and unrelenting–you were sure nothing could make him stop until he was satisfied. And you were happy to be the person to satisfy him.

He held onto your hip bones tightly, using his grip to move you against his body, and so he told you to start rubbing your clit for him.

You brought a hand between your legs, trying your best to concentrate as Minho moved your body around quite roughly.

Then a loud creak made you yelp, the door opening slowly.

You jumped into Minho’s arms–him doing his best to shield you from the unwanted guest. Until the guest said, “sorry, sorry! It’s me!”

You both let out a sigh of relief as Seungmin walked up to the pair of you.

He planted a kiss on Minho’s lips before giving you a kiss as well, smiling softly.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologised, “I honestly didn’t think you’d be at it already.”

“Ran out of patience,” Minho grumbled. Noticing you were still tense around him, he rubbed your stomach softly, waiting until your body relaxed into him again.

“I wonder why,” Seungmin hummed, as if in deep thought.

“Fuck you,” Minho narrowed his eyes at him.

“Would you, hyung?” Seungmin grinned, wrapping his finger around Minho’s necklace before he tugged on it.

Minho stumbled into him, holding onto you with one hand as the other went to Seungmin’s shoulder to keep his balance.

“I’m in the middle of something,” Minho said, voice low. You could still hear him loudly, his voice jumping against the walls harshly.

“Yeah, I can see,” Seungmin laughed, bringing a hand to your hair as he rubbed his fingers against your scalp. “Thought you were my groupie.”

You chuckled at his pout, rolling your eyes at him. “Drummers do it better.”

Minho laughed at that, pushing into your softly. You almost forgot the two of you were still connected, but you supposed his renewed movement was meant to be some sort of reward for your remark. Truthfully, Minho was just waiting for you to feel comfortable again–and being a little shit to Seungmin was your ultimate comfort zone.

“And here I thought being the lead singer of a failing rock band would get me all the groupies I could ever want,” Seungmin sighed longingly.

“Heard you’re not failing anymore,” you patted his shoulder, “why aren’t you jerking off a producer somewhere?”

“Oh god,” Seungmin said, eyes wide, “they were all so hot.”

At that, Minho slammed into you roughly. Seungmin chuckled at your surprised groan before he jumped onto the counter. He grabbed your arms, manoeuvring you to stand right in front of him and lean your hands on his thighs.

He sunk his fingers into your hair again, scratching your scalp lightly. It was a big contrast to Minho’s rough thrusts, and you couldn’t understand which sensation your body was focused on. You let it overwhelm you either way.

“There were three of them,” he explained in a soft voice as Minho kept fucking into you, “they said they’d love to speak to our manager so I panicked and gave them Jeongin’s number. I didn’t want them to think we were massive rookies that don’t even have a manager.”

“But… you don’t,” you said, breathlessly.

“Sure, but I didn’t want Mr. Chan to think that. I also think he was flirting with me,” Seungmin rambled on. He wasn’t usually one to talk so much, the only exception being the few hours after they came off stage. The adrenaline always made him chatty, which neither of you minded usually.

But Minho was a jealous person.

“Oh, flirting with you, was he?” He said through clenched teeth.

“I think so,” Seungmin simply nodded, “and one of the other ones kept asking about you. Think he has a thing for drummers, too.”

He meant that last part at you, and you chuckled softly.

“So I think it can be a group effort,” he suggested, bringing his thumb to your cheek in a soft caress, “I’ll take that Chan guy, Minho can take the chatty one, and you can have the third one. His muscles looked amazing.”

“Wait, what?” You asked, hoping Minho didn’t notice you clenching. You didn’t know what these guys looked like, nor did you really care to partake in what Seungmin was talking about–but the way he said it so casually caused something to light up in your stomach.

“You know,” Seungmin gestured to the air, “fucking producers to get famous? It’s in all the rockstar handbooks.”

You laughed, but Minho stayed silent. In fact, he stopped moving entirely. He tapped your back slightly, an unconscious act he always did before he pulled out. So you knew to expect it, but it still surprised you when it happened.

You quickly turned around to face him, watching as he pulled the condom off and got dressed. Confused about what was going on, you did the same. You leaned against Seungmin’s knees, finding comfort in the way he instantly opened his legs and let you stand between them as the pair of you looked at Minho, silently.

“Hyung?”

Minho clenched his jaw, blinking rapidly as he looked anywhere but at the pair of you. You waited silently, as you knew to do with Minho. Sometimes he just needed a moment or two.

“You’re mine,” he mumbled, before looking back up at the pair of you, “both of you are mine.”

“Yes, hyung, of co–”

“--it turned her on, you know,” he said, sending an angry look your way. You brought your hands around your stomach, embarrassed that he did in fact notice.

“Yeah, well, just because Y/N’s a slut doesn’t mean I meant it like that,” Seungmin explained.

“Hey!” You tried to defend yourself, slapping Seungmin’s knee in protest. It didn’t help that you were still soaking wet–and him calling you names so casually wasn’t going to help you calm down.

“Mine,” Minho said again, far more determined this time. “Neither one of you is touching anyone else. I’m not letting anyone near you two.”

He closed the gap between you, trapping you in between his arms and Seungmin as he placed his hands flat on the younger’s thighs. You noticed his slid his fingers underneath the ripped out holes in Seungmin’s jeans, slowly raking his nails against the smooth skin of his thighs. You could hear Seungmin breathing louder.

“It’ll be for a good cause though,” Seungmin said, unable to stop teasing.

“I don’t give a shit about that,” Minho grumbled, “you’re mine.”

Seungmin tapped your waist lightly, slowly, as if he didn’t want Minho to see–which made you understand he definitely didn’t. He was giving you a hint, urging you to join him in provoking Minho even more.

“Don’t you wanna be famous, Min? I think Seung will have to fuck some producers to make that happen.”

“Mine,” Minho repeated, louder, “Kim Seungmin isn’t fucking anyone. And neither are you.”

“But, hyung,” Seungmin started, snaking his arms around your waist and reaching out for the loops on Minho’s jeans. He pulled him even closer to you–his still hard dick rubbing against your body lightly. “Do you wanna keep playing gigs at shitty venues?”

“Yeah,” Minho shrugged.

“And having to work two jobs for a month just to get one hour of studio time?” He added.

“Who cares,” Minho rolled his eyes, before looking right at you. He was daring you to say something else, you knew it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it when his brown eyes were staring right at you like that. “There isn’t anything in this world that would make me share you two.”

“And if I wanted it for my birthday?” Seungmin asked with a toothy grin.

“Kim Seungmin,” Minho grumbled, grabbing onto the collar of Seungmin’s white blazer, “you’re such a fucking brat.”

“And you’re a jealous idiot,” he smirked back.

At that Minho grabbed the back of Seungmin’s neck, surging forward above your shoulder as he kissed him. The pair of them moaned into each other’s mouths, and you angled yourself as best you could to enjoy the view of them.

Minho always got so intense when he was even a little bit jealous, and considering how red his ears currently were it was safe to assume he was extremely jealous right now. Even though the scenario you were talking about was hypothetical at best, it didn’t stop Minho from letting his possessiveness take over him.

As the pair kept kissing, Seungmin brought a hand between your legs, tracing your wetness with his fingers. You quickly reacted, escalating things further as you grabbed Minho’s oversized white shirt from the collar, pulling it down to suck on the space right below his collarbone. It was his favourite spot, almost always already marked–but this time it wasn’t. You and Seungmin were surely lacking, but you’d quickly correct that.

With your mouth occupied with marking Minho’s beautiful skin, you opened the button on his jeans, shoving your hand into his boxers to start pumping his dick.

Minho pulled away from Seungmin’s lips at that, eyes fluttering shut as he threw his head back, enjoying your actions deeply–if the loud moans he let slip past his lips were anything to go by.

Seungmin, ever impatient, was eager for more kisses, and so he grabbed your chin and turned your face towards him. He instantly sucked on your bottom lip, groaning into your mouth.

As you kissed him, eager to taste him, he brought his hand into your underwear, slipping two fingers inside you with ease.

“Fuck,” he pulled away, watching as he shut his eyes tightly.

You then noticed Minho’s hand was down Seungmin’s boxers, too.

“Bubs, you’re so wet,” he moaned.

“You’d hope so if my dick was inside her like five minutes ago,” Minho grumbled. You squeezed his length lightly, prompting another loud moan to leave him, proving an effective way to shut him up.

“Can I be inside you?” Seungmin asked lowly, his breath shuddering as Minho started moving his hand quicker.

“Please,” you nodded eagerly.

You watched as Minho quickly dragged Seungmin off the counter. You watched as he tugged off Seungmin’s ripped jeans, getting another condom out of his pocket and rolling it on Seungmin’s length.

You waited as he secured it in place before Seungmin pushed down your pants. Just like Minho, he grabbed your ass firmly before slowly sliding into your core.

This time, you had Minho in front of you, and you could easily fall into his chest as Seungmin started thrusting into you. Minho held onto your back as Seungmin held your hips–and the sound of all three of you moaning was so incredibly loud in the old out of order toilets.

You hoped and prayed the rest of the crew were still loading Hyunjin’s van with the equipment and wouldn’t hear everything that was going on.

As much as you didn’t want to get caught (again, technically) you also really really couldn’t care enough to stop, nor be quiet about it.

Seungmin’s cock felt so good inside you, hitting the soft spot deep inside your body repeatedly as Minho kissed along your neck. He was rubbing himself against your stomach, moaning into your skin.

Minho peppered kisses along your jaw until he reached your cheek, placing soft and tender kisses on your skin.

“Mine, baby,” he reminded you softly. You nodded eagerly, moaning pathetically as your legs started to shake.

Seungmin was panting against your shoulder, his moans too broken to even make a sound at this point.

“Minho,” you moaned, willing your eyes to focus on his intense glare and not roll to the back of your head. He nodded at you, choking back a moan as you wrapped your hand around his length, rubbing your thumb against the tip lightly.

“Want both of you to cum inside me,” you groaned.

At that, Seungmin started to move faster–more desperate as he slid a hand underneath your shirt and grabbed your tits.

“Can’t get our groupie pregnant,” Minho smirked at you, “not good for the reputation.”

You let your head fall on Seungmin’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he tugged on your nipples harshly. The pain mixed with the pleasure in the best way imaginable, and all you could do in response was pump Minho’s cock faster.

“Then cum on my tits, please, Min,” you begged, pushing your shirt up. You looked down at your chest, the sight of Seungmin’s big hands enveloping your chest caused you to clench around him tightly. “‘M close,”

“Where’d your bra go?” Minho tsked at you, “threw it on stage?”

You chuckled lightly, arching your back further into Seungmin’s chest.

“Seung, seung, don’t stop,” you started chanting, moans pitching higher and higher as Seungmin reached around to rub your clit in quick circles.

You grabbed onto Minho’s arms, grounding yourself as he pulled you into a messy kiss. You could barely concentrate on it, spit running down the corner of your mouth as you felt your high approaching you in seconds.

Before you could warn them you pulled away from Minho, your whole body shaking around Seungmin as he wrapped an arm around your stomach, holding you up as your knees threatened to give way. Minho sucked a spot on your neck as Seungmin fucked you through your orgasm–the pair of them surrounding you completely.

Soon after, as your walls were still fluttering in the aftershock, Seungmin came too–moaning your name loudly. You were both spent, but it didn’t stop you from pumping Minho together, Seungmin grabbing the base while you rubbed his tip.

“I’m close,” he warned, groaning as the pair of you started moving faster.

“Ask him again,” Seungmin whispered in your ear.

“Min, cum on me,” you said quickly.

“Go on, hyung,” Seungmin encouraged, “mark your territory.”

“Then I.. should, fuck, should cum on you, too,” Minho panted.

Seungmin smirked at you, that wicked smirk of his, before he pushed you onto your knees. He went down with you, joining you on the floor as he simply–with the most innocent puppy eyes he could master–stuck his tongue out. You quickly followed his lead, sticking your tongue out, too.

In a matter of seconds you felt warmth dropping onto your cheeks, and you watched in awe as Minho aimed the rest of his cum onto Seungmin’s tongue.

You pouted up at him, complaining loudly that he completely missed your tongue.

“Come here then,” Seungmin growled, pulling you into a kiss. It was salty and messy and bitter and you whimpered into the kiss.

You pulled away, desperate for some oxygen, and Seungmin took the opportunity to clean your cheeks from Minho’s cum–scooping it off your skin before he shoved his fingers in your mouth.

He chuckled at you, watched as you sucked his fingers clean before letting out hushed praises.

You felt Minho rub your head lightly, scratching at your hair as you looked up at him. “Let’s clean up, bunny.”

Seungmin helped you stand up as the three of you cleaned each other up, soft kisses exchanged between you. Once you were dressed again, and Seungmin spent a good few minutes trying to make your hair look normal again, Minho’s phone rang.

“It’s Felix, they said they took all the equipment back and they’re at a bar now. Wanna go join them?”

“Would it be lame if I said I wanna go sleep now?” Seungmin grumbled, making a point of plopping his chin on your shoulder.

Minho rolled his eyes, waiting for your answer as well. “I’m not a rockstar, so I definitely want to go to sleep now.”

“Let’s go home then,” Minho decided, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he guided the pair of you out of the old, crumbling toilets.

Seungmin grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together as the three of you walked in silence towards the parking lot.

That was until Minho decided to announce, “that was actually the worst place we’ve done it in. Hands down.”

“Hyung, nothing screams rockstar more than a quickie in a gross toilet with your number one groupie,” Seungmin reasoned.

“Number one?” You gasped, “you have another groupie?”

“Yes,” Seungmin smirked, “but he’s actually also the drummer in my band so I don’t know if it counts.”

“It doesn’t,” Minho huffed, “because the lead singer of my band is gonna disappear mysteriously tonight.”

The two of you laughed, watching fondly as Minho did his best to hold back his smile.

That night, the three of you climbed into bed–letting Minho take the middle so as to let his possessive streak from before calm down slightly. You were sure he wasn’t actually too insecure about it, but if being sandwiched between the two of you was what he needed you’d allow him that. Even if you did prefer the middle.

As the three of you snuggled closer to each other, Seungmin went into more concrete details about the producers he met. How they offered to record one of the songs they performed that night, how they always wanted to work with a rock band before–even though they were primarily into rap genres.

“Babe, did you tell the others about this?” Minho gasped, blinking rapidly.

“No, I went straight to you guys,” Seungmin shrugged.

“Well, this is huge for the band, Seungminnie. We have to tell them in the morning.” Seungmin nodded.

You moved closer into Minho’s chest, smiling proudly at your boyfriends.

“I can come to the studio, right? I have to see it happening,” you smiled.

“Obviously,” Seungmin grinned, “I mean, we still need to take one producer each, you know.”

You slapped Seungmin from across Minho’s torso, tsking at his apparently uncontrollable need to tease his boyfriend.

“Do you wanna go again, Kim Seungmin?” Minho grumbled at him, jaw clenching.

“Oh, baby,” Seungmin swooned dramatically, “thought you’d never ask.”

#fic rec: lee minho #fic rec: kim seungmin #aaaaaaaah that’s so good!!!!!#2min!poly is insanely hot!!!#this dynamic?!? oooof

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Pairing — Hyunjin x fem!reader Wordcount — 3,394 words Genre — Smut (18+) Includes — Suggestive content. Smut warnings under the cut. Author's note — This honestly came out of the blue. I was just feeling like phone sex and exhibitionism and this is what I ended up writing, haha. I hope you like it, it's just a silly little drabble in which my writer's block didn't get the best of me. I am actually proud I could come up with something, but it's not as filthy as other of my works. Please remember that english is not my first language, so i apologize for any mistakes in advanced! If you wish to support my blog further, please reblog and comment, leave an ask and check my pinned post for my ko-fi!

Smut warnings — Dirty talk. Phone sex and exhibitionism if you squint. Masturbation (m), Hyunjin is kind of a perv but it's very very tame. Use of petnames (baby), mentions of creampies, and other sexual fantasies. Hyunjin is needy and desperate. Reader's mom interrupts the hated moment (not cool!).

Time zones.

By far your most terrible enemies these days.

It wasn't only the jet lag that threw you off from coming back home, but the abysmal time difference between you and your boyfriend —he goes to bed right before you wake up, and his most active time is when you are about to sleep.

It has been a couple of days, but texting with him has been an absolute nightmare.

“It’s only a week,” you reassured him as he waved you goodbye at the airport. His lower lip was slightly pouting, and his usually straight eyebrows were raised in a subtle furrow. “I’m sure you’ll live, Hyunjin”.

“Yeah but I wanted to come with you,” there was genuine pity in his voice and you knew he meant it —he never misses a chance to join you on your trips back home, or meeting your parents.

Because of how busy he has been, and the fact that this trip was practically nonexistent a week before, he just couldn't ask for a time off at work this time.

“We’re spending Christmas there this year,” you tried to cheer him up, rubbing his arm with solace, “time flies by, anyways”.

Hyunjin nodded, resigning himself to the imminent struggle of being hours and miles apart from each other.

“Text me when you get there, yeah?” He planted a chaste kiss on your forehead and held you tightly. “Text me all the time, I’ll reply when I can, okay?”

You nodded against his chest, and kept his promise throughout the whole trip.

You texted him when you got to your home country, and you also texted him a picture of your first meal there. You told him all about the weather, how happy your parents were to see you after a while and the things you missed the most.

He promised he would reply when he could, but you knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon. Or at least not for a couple of more hours, until he woke up.

And basically, that has been the whole dynamic all along —you text him everything about your day at a given time, and he texts you everything about his day at a given time as well. There's very little conversation happening in between, but it's understandable.

By day 3, Hyunjin learned to convert time zones. If it is morning for him, it is late afternoon for you. If it is his late night, you're probably just waking up.

He knows when to text you —if he is expecting a quick response— and knows when you're sleeping. Taking all that into account, Hyunjin tries to make the most of the time that's actually convenient for the two of you to talk.

[08:19 a.m., Hyunjin: Baby]

With furrowed eyebrows, your fingers type away faster than your mind can comprehend it.

[08:19 a.m., You: Shouldn’t you be asleep?]

[08:19 a.m., You: Isn’t it like 11 p.m. in Seoul?]

He is a night owl. Always have been.

But he has been trying really hard to adopt a healthier sleeping schedule, so seeing him online past 10 p.m. it's unusual these days.

“Everything alright?” Your father asks, picking up on the subtle furrow of your brows.

“Yeah, I’m just talking to Hyunjin,” with your phone in one hand, and the other busy with a fork on your breakfast, you await his response.

“It’s such a shame he couldn’t make it,” your mother adds, “it has been a while since we last met him”.

At that moment, when your mom and dad start talking about how great of a guy he is and how happy they’re to have him as part of the family, your phone vibrates yet again in your hand.

[08:21 a.m., Hyunjin: Attachment: one image]

[08:21 a.m., Hyunjin: Can you see how much I miss you?]

If it wasn’t for the glass of water you smartly chugged down to hide your coughs, you would have choked on a piece of fruit. Inevitably, and after a failed attempt to conceal the embarrassing moment, your parents' eyes are fixed on you with concern.

“Sorry,” you excuse yourself, cleaning your lips with a napkin while you relentlessly try to put your phone away from anyone’s sight.

“Are you alright?” your mother asks this time, softly hitting your back

“Yes,” you nod swiftly. “I just- the food kind of went into the wrong pipe”.

On your lap, your phone keeps vibrating —one after another, you lose count after message number 4.

[08:22 a.m., Hyunjin: God, I miss your body so much]

[08:22 a.m., Hyunjin: Just want you here for me. Don't want anyone else to have you right now]

[08:23 a.m., Hyunjin: My hand isn't enough. It doesn't feel like your pussy does]

[08:23 a.m., Hyunjin: Can you come back to me now? Lay underneath me and let me have my way with you?]

[08:24 a.m., Hyunjin: You have no idea how fucking hard I am]

You gulp loudly.

“What do you think?” It's only when your mother directs a question at you that you snap out of your trance.

“Huh?”

“What do you think about spending Christmas in some beautiful cabins? They're like 45 minutes away from the city,” she continues, offering you some of the context you missed because of Hyunjin’s heated messages.

“Uh, yeah,” you reply with hesitation. Not because of the idea, but because you really can’t process anything other than the warmth between your legs. “I- uh, I have to go to the restroom”.

For all he knows, you're lying comfortably in your bed as this is around the time you usually wake up. So damned you, for not letting Hyunjin know that today you are having breakfast with your family at a restaurant. And damned him for putting you into an awkward situation without even knowing of it.

[08:25 a.m., Hyunjin: Can I call you?]

[08:25 a.m., Hyunjin: Want to hear your voice]

[08:25 a.m., Hyunjin: Please, talk to me. Tell me anything you want. Just let me hear that pretty voice of yours]

[08:27 a.m., Hyunjin: Fuck it]

[08:27 a.m., Hyunijn: I’m calling you]

Good luck can’t be any more useful than right now, that you enter the restaurant’s restroom with your fingers crossed and an immense feeling of relief when you see every single stall open.

And, as if on cue, the soft piano melody coming from your phone's speakers tells you that Hyunjin stuck up to his last message.

“Are you busy?” It’s the first thing he says, with a hoarse voice and a hitched breath.

“I’m at a restaurant,” you reply with just a little bit of shame in your tone. “With my parents”.

Your boyfriend lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Shit I’m- I didn’t know, I’m sorry,” you can hear him panicking, maybe because he thinks you're upset. But in reality, it's all quite the opposite. “I’ll call you later just- forget I even- whatever, I’ll call you another time”.

“No,” you rush to say, locking yourself into one of the bathroom stalls. “Don’t hang up, I can- I’m at the restroom”.

There's a quick seconds of silence from the other line as Hyunjin gathers the remaining coherent thoughts after getting to hear your voice. “Is it- are there other people there?”

“For now it’s just me,” you reassure him.

“Just you?” He asks, and you hum in response. “I’m sorry for calling it’s just- God, I can’t spend another day without you”.

The wet, sloppy slow sounds paired with the laziness of his voice can only give you a hint of what he is doing.

“Are you- masturbating?”

It's not like you're a prude, but this whole thing is taking you by surprise. You're always together, so there's no need for phone sex or anything of that sort. Sexting isn’t unusual, but this is definitely a first.

“Yeah,” he replies with a raspy scoff. “Want me to stop?”

“No, I- no,” when you encourage him to continue, the lewd, wet sounds start to become more and more frequent —increasingly loud for you to hear them, “keep going”.

Hyunjin lets out a deep sigh of frustration.

“Do you miss me too?” he asks, biting down his lower lip to prevent any whimpers from falling from them.

“Yes,” with shortness of breath you admit. “I miss you too,”.

“Yeah?” He whispers under his breath, letting small grunts make their way to your ears. “I miss you badly. Can’t stop thinking about you- shit, can’t stop thinking about how pretty you look when you’re naked in my bed”.

The compliments, all together, make your cheeks and body grow hotter. But inevitably, they force you to fix your gaze under the bathroom stall, in that little gap between it and the floor. There’s no sound nor signals of footsteps approaching, but the adrenaline of hearing him say such dirty things when you're out in public is definitely a new experience.

You can't say you hate it.

“Baby,” Hyunjin moans. And although you can’t see it, you can take a wild guess what he looks like right now: head kicked back, legs spread, his hand and dick glistening with lube, or lotion, or maybe spit. You can picture how pretty his face is right now, contorted in pleasure, with his lips all swollen from licking and biting them, eyes completely white while he bucks his hips up against his fist. “Talk to me, tell me about your plans for the day”.

You can’t help but laugh a little in the midst of the tension.

“You want me to- talk about my day while you masturbate?”

“Well,” he scoffs under his breath. “I don’t expect you to say dirty stuff while you’re locked in a public restroom where anyone can walk in”.

“Right,” you nod to yourself. “But I don't understand what that would do for you”.

“I like your voice,” your boyfriend lets out a deep exhale of relief. “I can get off just by listening to it, doesn’t matter what you’re talking about”.

“You’re crazy,” a soft chuckle falls from your lips. “You’re not even going to pay attention to me”.

“Please?” you can hear a small whimper, and that alone convinces you.

“Okay well,” you clear your throat before continuing, wondering how this could arouse him. But he is asking you something that is nowhere near difficult, so you comply. “I’m having breakfast with my parents right now”.

“Aha,” Hyunjin hums, and if you play close attention you can hear his hand sliding up and down his cock. All you're left with is your imagination. “Keep going”.

“I will meet with a friend later, we’re going to grab some coffee”.

Despite the weirdness of it all, there's something enticing about knowing he is using you, in some way, to get off. You're only talking about your day. But knowing your boyfriend is masturbating to the sound of your voice is arousing.

“Then I’ll go back home, get some work done,” you continue. “Think about you, think about how much I miss you right now”.

The line goes silent, except for a mixture of gasps and groans.

“You’re going to think about me?” Hyunjin asks, his silky voice sending shivers down your spine. “You’re going to touch yourself thinking about me?”

“Yes,” of course he doesn't expect you to talk dirty to him. But that never meant he couldn't say that kind of stuff to you. At that, you're at a disadvantage. No matter how turned on you're getting, there's nothing you can do about it and Hyunjin sort of feels thrilled because of it.

“You’re going to fuck my pussy with those fingers of you?”

God, how much you hate him for that. How he talks about your body as if it is his, reminding you that you belong to him and him only.

You only hate it because it never fails to arouse you.

“Y-yes Hyune,” you reply, swallowing thickly. You're aware you can't say anything too obscene, but you still can engage in that kind of conversation without airing yourself too much. “Or should I- use something else?”

“You packed your toys?” your boyfriend lets out a satisfied groan at your hum of agreement. You two are just so alike. “Which one are you using tonight, baby?”

“The transparent one”.

“The transparent one?” he thinks about it for a second, and immediately remembers which one you're referring to. “Thought you were going for the wand because it's your favorite, but I'm guessing you miss feeling full?”

“Aha,” you exhale. “Yes, I- miss it so bad”.

“You miss my cock stretching that tight pussy of yours?” At that, the wet movements become louder. “Stretch it nice and open for me baby, make sure to prep yourself every day for when you get back”.

You bite your nails. “What’s going to happen when I get back?”

The answer is rather obvious, but you want to hear it from him.

“I’m going to make you come until you pass out,” Hyunjin bites his lips and kicks his head back, reminiscing all those times where you’ve come around his cock, fingers and tongue. “Make it up to you for all the days you've been away”.

You can feel the pooling wetness in your underwear, the minimum squeeze of your thighs against each other is a constant reminder of it.

“You miss my lips against your pussy like I do?” he asks, letting out a liberating gasp. “You miss tasting yourself off of me while we kiss?”

“You know I do,” you gulp loudly, caressing your lips with the tip of your fingers. God, how much you miss feeling his against yours.

They’re so soft, and velvety, and they know exactly how to kiss and bite you.

“I’m so close,” Hyunjin announces, and you feel your nipples hardening underneath your underwear at the despair in his voice. “I just- wish you were here, want to come all over your face, and body, make you swallow me full”.

You want to say something, anything, but his words have much of a chokehold on you. You'll give anything to taste him, to kneel in front of him right now and open your mouth wide for him.

You miss his taste, miss kissing him afterwards in between whines and grunts.

“I would grab your hair really tightly,” he explains, increasing the speed of his sounds. “I’d push my cock deep inside that pretty mouth of yours, have you gagging and drooling all over it”.

Between his overwhelming words, and the loud sound of someone barging through the door of the restroom, you mutter a quick "can't talk anymore" before going completely silent.

“Honey, are you okay?”

Shit.

You close your eyes, trying to focus on both parts: Hyunjin’s moans, and the way your mother is standing right outside your bathroom stall.

“It has been like 10 minutes, your father and I got worried”.

Your boyfriend lets out a teasing scoff, one that only you can hear.

“She’s asking you a question,” Hyunjin murmurs, still with a hitched breath. “Aren’t you going to answer?”

“I’m fine,” you rush to say. “Just- having a stomachache”.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve got some medicine in my bag,” of course she did. She always does, ever since you were little.

“Maybe you should tell her the truth,” the voice from the other line calls. “Tell her that you’re busy making me come”.

Immediately, your eyes open like plates and you wonder if the sound of the phone is too loud for your mom to hear it inside the quiet restroom.

“I forgot!” you snap, practically yell out loud. “I forgot you carried those with you”.

“Want me to bring them to you?”

You hear the faucet running, and Hyunjin chuckling slowly. At least she isn’t standing right outside the stall, but you’re still not at ease.

“Y-yeah, please,” on the line, Hyunjin is waiting for the perfect moment to interrupt.

Those two words are enough to send him to the edge. Despite the lack of sexual connotations, hearing you beg for anything it’s enough to arouse him.

“Ah, but I’ll have to bring you some water too,” your mother explains. “Maybe you can have it when you return to the table?”

“No!” You insist, all in an attempt to kick her away from the restroom. “Please, I need it right now. Please?”

“Are you going to beg for me like that too?” Hyunjin groans through the line, not caring if anyone can hear him. Also not caring about interrupting your conversation. “Are you going to open your legs for me and beg for my dick like you’re begging right now?”

You almost choke on your own saliva, but the feeling quickly goes away when you hear your mother mutter an “okay, alright” before walking out the restroom door with a mission of easing your fake stomach ache.

“I almost get caught,” you gasp, only when a couple of seconds pass after she leaves.

“Then hang up,” his shakily breath only tells you he is not that far from coming. Especially after hearing your voice again, pleading for whatever it was you were asking.

“No,” you shake your head. “Want to hear you, please”.

“Want to hear how I come for you?” he chuckles. “Want to her how I moan your name while I come thinking about how much I wish I was fucking you?”.

In a whisper, you hum quietly.

“So dirty,” he is getting closer. “So, so f-fucking dirty. I can tell you’re enjoying this, even while you're out in public. Maybe you'll like it if i were to fuck you right there, while your parents wait for us at the table?”.

You cover your mouth in surprise, trying to muffle a gasp.

“I would love to come inside you right now, pull up your panties and force you to spend the rest of the day with my cum leaking out of you,” he lets out another loud, choked groan before continuing to elaborate on the fantasy. “You'd be so wet, you wouldn't know if you're turned on or it's just my cum”.

“You’re insane,” you whisper under your breath.

“Yeah?” Hyunjin asks teasingly, slurring his words in between moans. “I know you are too, baby. I don’t even need to take a look at you to know you’re probably dripping just by my words, right?”

Damned him.

“And I know I’m not too out of my mind when I say you would let me fuck you right then and there, where everyone could hear you and anyone could walk in,” at that, the lewd noises increase. “Might even let me finger you underneath the table, right? Bet you would love to have my fingers deep inside you while you try to pretend you don’t”.

Oh you're definitely going to cancel all your plans for the day. Might even book an early fly.

Anything, just to see him soon.

“God,” Hyunjin exhales, and it’s between quiet moans that you realize he is coming. “F-fuck, ‘m coming so fucking much”.

You can picture it. His tone abdomen all glistening with sweat and cum, shining brightly underneath the dim light of your room. His cock is probably red, and swollen, and twitching while he overcomes his high.

Fuck, damned be Hyunjin for making you ruin your panties this early in the morning.

“So much,” he repeats, fingers trailing the lines of his abdomen as he collects his arousal off of it. “Too sad it went to waste, I would’ve preferred to fuck it back inside of you”.

“I hate you,” you finally breathe, both in relief and frustration. “I hate how much I miss you”.

“Then come home soon,” your boyfriend pouts.

And honestly? You might.

#fic rec: hwang hyunjin #😫😫#wooooah #my head is spinning right now #aaaaaaah!!!!! how hot that was!?!???

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