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skz + head
warnings: 18+ content (MDNI), oral (f & m receiving), fem! reader
notes: it is exactly what you think it is.
chris : prefers giving
eats that pussy like it's his last fucking meal. gently, of course. but he's 100% going to be fucking his tongue into you until you're almost crying. it'll be the most blissful thing you've ever felt - and part of you prefers his mouth to his cock just because of how much passion he puts into it. of course, sex in general is great with him. he's just the type to put his full attention into making you feel good when he's got your hips pinned against the bed and his head is stuffed between your legs.
loves it when you suck his cock. his favorite place to have you do it is the studio, because he knows if he asks nicely you'll come running to him after a long day of working and you'll sit right under the desk while he works. it eases him, relaxes him some. he still may not sleep a whole lot those nights but he's feeling a lot better by the next day - especially if you wake him up with some banger head, too. (also the type to hold the back of your head and force your nose to his pelvis a few times just to feel your throat oops.)
minho : prefers receiving
he definitely likes eating you out. he's the type to like, sit up on his knees and drag your lower half up with him though, your shoulders pushed into the bed and neck cramping. the pain mixed with the pleasure from his tongue is perfect, either way. he loves seeing you unable to squirm, dark eyes staring down at you, lidded and warm with lust as you make a mess of his mouth.
he loooooves when you give him head though. give him head? let him use your head. he'll let you start off at your own pace while he sits on the couch and scrolls on his phone, one hand keeping your hair out of your face so you're comfortable. but it always, always ends with him fucking into your mouth and throat and holding your head with both hands to keep you still. he thrives off the wet noises that come from you.
changbin : prefers receiving
will absolutely wake you up by eating you out - with your explicit consent prior, of course. he adores waking up early mornings and seeing you all curled up and squirming because of a dream about him. he loves rolling you onto your back and letting you wake up to see him under the blankets, hands splayed over the soft warmth of your sides before one trails down to let his thumb brush over your clit. he's so gentle when he eats you out - he's there to worship, baby.
will melt when you give him head. will literally pool in his studio chair when you sit on the coffee table and lean in to take him in your mouth. his head'll drop back, he'll let his hands grip at the arms of the chair. he'll refuse to touch you because he knows you'll ruin him the way you want on your own. it's gold to see, truly. his ears getting all pink. ugh. he's a sucker for your mouth.
i'm also a firm believer that binnie shoots fucking ropes, so take that as you will. (will fill your throat with cum, absolutely.)
hyunjin : prefers giving
he thinks you're like the most beautiful piece of art on earth. you're so gorgeous when you're squirming and writhing on the dressing room couch, hips perched up on the arm of the sofa while he kneels nearby and buries his face in your pussy. he's weak for you, absolutely - so desperately weak. he loves hearing your sounds for him. he loves the idea of the others hearing you from the locked dressing room - he loves the idea of someone walking in and joining. yeah, he just wants them to see how he gets you whining.
not a huge fan of receiving head just because he'd much, much rather be eating you out instead. he thinks you're too pretty to be on your knees, but when you are you can bet he will absolutely be looking down at you with his hair falling over his eyes and sticking to his face. motherfucker is gonna be dripping sweat just from the way you make him feel.
jisung : prefers giving
lazy eater. not bad, by any means - just lazy. he likes to lay between your legs while the two of you are lounging watching a movie (probably HMC.) and just casually eat you out. you won't be squirming or whining or gasping for breath - you'll just be smiling, moaning here and there and combing your hand through his hair while his tongue slips over your folds just the way you like. he'll let his thumbs massage over your clit as his hands rest on your hips, breathing heavy and big eyes focused on the television. he just likes doing it so casually, but there's always a massive wet spot on the sofa after because he'll sit there for hours just doing it and letting spit drop.
another one who doesn't really like making you get on your knees for him - but the occasional blowjob won't upset him. he likes when you have him squirming in bed, holding his thighs open so he doesn't close them on your shoulders or choke you out - not that you'd complain about dying there. he's the type to get reaaaal loud and whimpery.
felix : prefers giving
messy, messy boy. i have a feeling he's the type to spit on your pussy and then lick it up or push it into you with his tongue, and he's the type to get you to squirt. he will not stop until you're making an absolute mess of your bedsheets, but he will of course take care of it all after and make sure you're comfortable immediately. he's the type to leave bruises on your hips from his rings digging in.
likes head every so often - another one, i know i know, who doesn't prefer it but doesn't mind. he's pretty casual about it, rocking his hips into your mouth and breathing hard when you take him into your throat. he likes to cum on your face, rather than in your mouth - because again, he likes the mess, and likes the image of you with his cum just painting your pink cheeks and puffy lips.
seungmin : prefers receiving
another one who just eats that pussy like it's his last meal. he prefers you giving him head instead but he's going to make this shit good, holding you down and sucking on your clit until you're actually crying. he's a bit mean in bed, slapping your ass and maybe even spanking your pussy when you get too wiggly on the bed.
is all too casual, sort of like minho. he'll sit there and just comb your hair back, let you lay on the sofa with your feet kicking while you keep him in your mouth. you're comfortable, he's comfortable - he's also taking a few short videos to send to the groupchat so the others know why he's a little late to practice. you're his main priority and he prefers being with you anyways. but yes, he's definitely got at least 30 different videos in an album of you sucking his cock in multiple locations.
jeongin : prefers giving
mo. ther. fucker. the ONLY one out of the boys to use his fingers when he eats you out - deserves to be in the hall of fame. have you seen his hands?? (guilty, oops.) he will absolutely be pushing two fingers into your cunt while he eats you out, sucking and nibbling and licking long stripes over your slit and clit until you're whining loud. he'll only eat you out in his bedroom - because he loves rubbing it in his hyung's faces that he can make you feel this way.
will only let you give him head IF you're in the car. roadhead. he figured out he reaaaaally liked it after you offered it up once when he got his license. he absolutely said yes, and at first was a bit shaky but now he's a pro at keeping a straight face. one hand'll be holding your hair back while the other grips at the wheel tight, white-knuckled and chewing on the inside of his lip as he drives. if you ask really nicely, he'll even let you do it while seungmin is in the backseat.
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This hyunjin was strong enough to make me come back here and gif...
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Pearl Necklace
⣠Summary: In which Chris gives you a personally made pearl necklace. âŁÂ
⣠Word Count: 1.2k
⣠Warnings: Smut, no plot, blowjob, cum play âŁÂ
⣠Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns âŁÂ
⣠Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Baby, Channie, Lover Boy, Reader is referred to as Baby, Pretty, Princess, unedited, ive been so busy with life and stuck in a writing rut so please take this as an unnecessary apology
⣠Stray Kids Masterlist ⣠General Masterlist
âBabyâŚâÂ
Your dramatic drawl came with the equally dramatic act of draping yourself over Chrisâs body, effectively gaining his attention from whatever video he was watching on his phone as he happily welcomed your weight sinking him further into the couch.Â
âCan I ask you something?â
He laughed, tilting his head, âIâd be surprised if you did all that with the intention of not trying to get my attention - whatâs up, baby?â
âCan you give me a pearl necklace?â
The twinkle in your eyes did nothing to explain away your sudden request - you werenât the type to usually wear accessories as it was already, so the desire for a pearl necklace out of any other form of jewelry had him raising an eyebrow.
âPearls? Like, pearl beads? I meanâŚâ Glancing at his phone, he swiped at the screen to pull up Google, âWe can look up some places that sell them if you really want it, I think I can find a few stores that-â
Your hand swiftly slipped his phone from his hold before locking it and stashing it near the couch pillow underneath his head, dismissing his growing confusion with a charming smile.
âActually, I was thinking that we could make it together.â
âOh?âÂ
Do-it-yourself, of course - he loved when you had little projects you wanted to include him in, even if the outcome sometimes didnât go to plan, it was the quality time that mattered the most.
âSure, Iâm down for that,â he sat up while you rose to sit in his lap properly, his hands resting on your bare thighs, âdid you buy the stuff already? Do we need to go shopping?â
You shook your head, pink tongue peeking out to wet your lips, âNope, everything weâd need is right here.â
A devilish swivel of your hips, loose pajama shorts almost becoming an invisible barrier against his worn basketball shorts, and his confusion spiked up once again.
âPretty, what- Wait a second-â Hands gripping the width of your hips, he tried to will away the near instant reaction his body always had when it came to you, âWhatâs going on? I thought you wanted to make a necklace-â
âI do.â
Normally, your nod of agreement wouldâve been enough to clear the air, but when you pulled your oversized t-shirt up and off of your body, the layers only deepened.
âSo why are you taking off your clothes? Not- Not that Iâm complaining, I justâŚâ His train of thought began to trail off with the drifting of his eyes down your neck, following the contours of your collarbones to the swells of your chest heâd been acquainted with time and time again. âAre we actually making a necklace here orâŚ?â
âWe are,â leaning forward, you placed a featherlight kiss to his pouty lips, âwe just need to do a few extra steps first.â
Chris designed a few pieces of jewelry in his lifetime, and though he wouldnât say heâs an expert when it came to the actual crafting of the pieces, heâd be inclined to assume that the process of making a necklace didnât involve his girlfriend on her knees, giving him the best head of his life - granted, he always considered everything she did for him as the best in his life, but his point still stood.
âFuck⌠Just like that, baby- Oh, god-â His head fell against the back of the couch, a shiver running down his spine when he felt the tip press against the back of your throat again. ââS so good, baby - youâre so fucking good, pretty girl.â
You hummed around his length, hollowing your cheeks as you slowly pulled off of him with a wet pop - lips glistening in a mixture of saliva and precum that put any form of lipgloss to shame.
âJust âgoodâ, Channie?â Voice laced with teasing allure, you held the base of his cock as you laved your tongue along one of his balls, sucking at the skin and smirking at the kick of his leg in response.
He choked on a moan, one hand gripping the edge of the couch cushion while the other ran through his hair âBaby, please - I canât- fuck- canât really think while youâre doing this!â
Giving his other ball the similar treatment, you littered open mouthed kisses along the underside of his cock, âMm⌠Can you look at me then, lover boy?â
To be honest, he wasnât even sure when he had closed his eyes to begin with, but lifting his head and directing his full attention to you made him realize why keeping them closed was working in his favor.
Hypnotizing sultry gaze behind lidded eyes, your lips resting perfectly against his shaft as your hand gripped the base of his dick with practiced perfection - if he even dared to look any further then heâd see the utterly filthy line of saliva coating your chin, or the way your free hand was making itself busy between your legs.
The twitch of his dick was all you needed to feel to know that you had him right where you wanted him, a satisfied smile curving the corners of your lips as you pumped your fist.
âReady to make that necklace for me?â
His breath hitched, lips parting to let out a shivering moan as he frantically nodded, âY-Yeah- Shit, yeah - gonna make you look so pretty, princess.â
Your eyes sparkled, a giddy expression almost overtaking the utter lust exuding from you as you doubled your efforts with your hand - the wet, slick sound floating through the air while you jerked him off.
Chris fought the roll of his eyes as he focused on your goal-driven face, bucking into the drag of your palm as if he were truly fucking you, until the pressure in his abdomen became too much to bear.
âIâm gonna come, baby- Oh, god, yes- Y-Yeah, yeah-â His hand flew from the couch and wrapped around your own, angling his dick toward your chest with panted breaths, âI-Iâm coming - Iâm coming, f-fuck-â
The first splatter of cum landed directly on your neck, dripping its way toward your clavicle and between your breasts. Tilting your head back just a bit, you felt the warmth of his cum land around the curve of your neck, painting a shaky line of white against your skin with each shivering pass of your combined hands.
He let out a strained grunt as the last few drops dotted your cleavage, using your hand to thoroughly milk himself of the final remains before effectively melting into the couch with a worn sigh.
âSoâŚâ Giggling, you dropped your chin to get a better look at your exhausted boyfriend, âHow do I look?â
Looking down, he noted the way his release seemed to follow the downward curve before either spilling down your collarbones or further filling out the line down your clavicle, adding a sort of teardrop design to your necklace.
âHonestly?â A breathless giggle escaped him as he reached his non-soiled hand out toward his phone, âHow about I take a picture to show you, then we can work on adding some accessories to go with it.â
Safe to say, this wouldnât be the last pearl necklace youâd receive from him.
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Be louder for me
Genre: Smut
Content: 18+ Minors dni
Word Count: 1714
Summary: During a late night at the studio, things get heated, will the rest of the members find out.Â
A/N: I read through it but there could be a couple of things I missed
Afab!reader, Profanity, Pet names, Raw Sex, Public sex, Cunnilingus
It was late, you were starting to doze off. You were hoping that Chan meant it when he said five minutes. He had already told both Han and Changbin to go back to the dorm, it was extremely late. Even for them. âChannie how much longerâ You whined failing to hold your head in your hands. He had practiced his part of the song so many times you couldnât keep track. âAlright⌠Iâm ready to record nowâ he nodded with a smile. âHow long is that gonna takeâ You groaned pushing the red button to connect you to the sound booth. âAbout ten minutes⌠then we can go homeâ âPromise?â âNoâ âUghâ You placed your head on the table trying to gather the strength. âOkay to record press the green button on the boardâ.You lifted your head looking at the board in front of you. What Chris failed to mention was just how many green buttons there were on this board. âThis one?â âNo the one on the topâ âThis one?â âTo the leftâ âThis one?â âOkay down oneâ âThis one?â âYup that's the one babyâ He smiled sending you a thumbs up. How could you stay mad at him, he was just so cute.Â
âCutâ You pressed the blue button to stop the recording. âScrap itâ he waved off, running his hands over his face. You turned to the computer, taking the clip he just recorded and deleting it. He was frustrated, and rightfully so, this just wasnât working the way he wanted it to. It was nothing you were doing, but him. He couldnât hit the note like he thought he could. He was coming in too late and cutting off too early. âHoney youâre tired we should get you to bedâ You yawned taking a sip of the energy drink you were sharing with Chan. It wasnât doing its job, because with every sip you were feeling more and more tired. âI knowâ he groaned throwing his head backâ âLet me try one more timeâ He groaned rubbing his face awake. You pressed the record button then pressed the voice button. âYou want more monster?â âYeah let me see if itâll workâ You nodded, grabbing the can and walking over to the booth. You opened the door and handed it to Chan. He reached, but not for the beverage. He took your wrist pulling you closer. Planting a kiss on your lips. âChrisâ You gasped, you almost dropped the drink. The last time someone spilled anything in the booth you didnât hear the end of it from-. âLet's put this down⌠before we get yelled at by Seungmin againâ He whispered, taking the can from your hand and placing it on the side table that was in the booth. He turned back to you, placing a hand on your waist and pushing you against the wall. His plush lips placing butterfly kisses on your jawline, and down to your neck.Â
âChris⌠what if someone hears usâ âItâs soundproof baby⌠we could be as loud as we wantâ He smirked kneeling in front of you. Maybe it was the tiredness talking but you really wanted to test that theory. âWhat if someone seeâs usâ âIts four in the morning honey⌠who in their right minds is going to be here at this timeâ He was right. You really couldnât be as loud as you wanted to in your daily lives. No with the boys constantly at the dorm, and your elderly neighbors complaining about everything you did back in your apartment. He pulled both your sweatpants and underwear down slowly. Taking them completely off and helping your leg onto his shoulder. Oh were you excited for him to hear just how good he made you feel. He kissed up your thigh closer and closer to you sopping pussy. How could you not be horny. Producer Chan was your weakness. You loved the way he spoke when he was in producer mode. So professional, so concentrated, so hot. He placed a single kiss on your clit before he began to suck and swirl his tongue around it.Â
âOh my-â You moaned, grabbing his hair. Hearing your filthy moans turning him on quicker than anything. Heâs been wanting to hear you so badly lately, already getting a little taste after one evening that he got the dorm for himself. He wanted more, he needed more. Â "That noise...keep making it." He encouraged bringing his fingers to your entrance not wasting any time to sink them into you. âOh fuckâ You moaned loudly throwing your head back against the soundproof wall. âFuck CHRISâ. You only ever called him Chris on two separate occasions one, when you were angry with him or wanted him to understand how serious you were about a situation. Two, when you both were having sex and he was making you feel really good. You call him Chan and Channie, all day it wasnât anything special anymore. Someone could say it could be confusing for him when you do it, but it wasnât because it was all in the way you said it. One way you would say it in a stern serious voice in the other- âChrisâ You moaned loudly tightening around his fingers as you felt that all so familiar feeling in your lower stomach.Â
âYou gonna cum baby? You want to cum on daddyâs face?â He groaned roughly on your pussy, you bit you lip and nodded, he couldnât see you. Not with his head buried into your heat, oh but he knew you. âUse your words my pretty girlâ âYesâ You moaned out loudly tugging on his hair to keep him there in between you legs, but really he had no intention of moving. âYes what⌠you wanna cum on daddyâs face and fingersâ âYes yesâ You whined nodding you head. âThen cum for me⌠cum for me babyâ He says, speeding up the rate in which his fingers dove in and out of your pussy, his tongue swirling around and sucking on your clit faster as well. You moaned loudly arching your back off the wall. Not a second later your were cumming on his fingers and face. âFUCK CHRISâ You scream feeling your legs shake subtly, threatening to give in right undereath you. Chris toke note of this and stood up quickly pulling down his pants and boxers. He pulled you closer and grabbed you by your hips picking you up.Â
You wrapped your legs around him and kissed his plump lips. âSo wet for me babyâ He whispered against your lips causing chills to run down your spine. You gasped feeling the tip of his hard cock rub against your clit and entrance. âYou ready for me baby?â He whispered against your lips looking into your eyes hungrily. You bit your lip and nodded. âYesâ You whispered looking down. âGood girlâ He smirked pushing into you, your mouth dropped open and you threw your head back giving him the opportunity to kiss your neck, and he took it. Placing messy kisses on your neck as you stretched around him. He held you still knowing you needed some time to adjust to him. You always did. You bite your lip out of habit. He shook his head looking at you. âNo baby, donât bite your pretty lips, I want to hear you, wanna hear how good Iâm making you feelâÂ
âChrisâ You breathe out moving your hips against him. He knew you were ready, so he pulled out slowly and slid back in. âFuckkkkkkkâ He groans his eyes rolling back in pleasure. âYou feel so good around me baby. So tight babyâ.Â
You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer. âFuck Chris feels so good⌠s-so bigâ You cry out kissing his neck sucking his soft supple skin. âMarking me baby⌠want everyone know iâm yoursâ Chan grunts picking up the pace slamming into you. âYesâ âYes what babyâ âYes⌠youre mineâ âIâm yours baby⌠and your mine⌠my pretty girlâ He whispers his fingers digging into your hips as he fucks into you faster and harder, surely leaving marks to remind you of your sinful actions tomorrow.Â
âAh oh my God CHRISâ You scream tightening around his cock. He groans leaning his head back. âFuck princess you gonna cum⌠you gonna cum for daddyâ âYesâ âCum baby⌠cum around daddyâs fat cockâ âChris FUCK!âÂ
Han sighed a smile on his face, for the first time in a while he slept really well, and all thanks to Chan releasing him early. As soon as he got back to the dorm he skipped his nighttime routine immediately laying in bed. The second his head hit the pillow he knocked out. He was definitely well-rested. Changbin walked in behind him with two coffees in hand. It was just going to be them too for now. Chan asked them to come in an hour before so they could go over the vocals and see if there was anything that needed adjusting. âBin look at thisâ Jisung laughed seeing the length of the audio recorded last night. âHe always does that⌠he always forgets to cut it offâ Changbin laughed sitting down next to him. âLet's get just his part and cut the rest yeah?â Han nodded pushing the play buttonâ âAhh oh my God CHRISâ They both turned to look at each other in shock, it couldnât be. Oh but it was, an audio recording of the two of you having sex. Having sex in the booth everyone had to use. âGrossâ Changbin immediately paused itÂ
âDudeâ Han sighed running his hand over his face. âI know were gonna have to move studios againâ âNot that⌠he didnât record his part⌠heâs not coming in till later, weâre going to be behindâ âThat's what your worried aboutâ âYes⌠I donât want to stay late⌠I value my sleep thank you very muchâ
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I want to.
Pairing: Han Jisung x fem!reader
Genre: Angst, fluff towards the endÂ
Word Count:2363
Summary: The time has come to take that next step in your relationship, but you donât seem too thrilled about the idea.Â
âDo your want to marry me?âÂ
You nearly choked on your ramen being caught completely off guard. You turn to look at your boyfriend, he looked serious, but he couldnât be. No, he cant. You laugh softly, shaking your head. This had to be a joke, yes a joke, one of the many your boyfriend always tells you, or maybe a prank, heâs always doing those too. âThis is your way of asking me⌠overcooked ramen and Tokyo Ghoul?â You really didnât have a problem with the setting, You both knew if and when you he proposed to you would prefer something more intimate between the two of you.Â
âHey the ramenâs only over cooked cause you kept distracting meâ he laughed poking your side. Okay heâs laughing, itâs definitely a joke. âYeah sureâ You hummed taking a sip of your coke. âSo?â âSo what?â âDo you want to marry me?âÂ
He was expecting you to get teary eyed and jump for joy, but that's not at all what happened. âI donât know Jiâ. You sighed picking up his and your empty bowl and taking it to the kitchen. âSo then who do I ask?â He was starting to get irritated, you did all the things that felt like you were married, moving in, cooking dinner together, going on random spontaneous dates. So why were you so against a ring and a last name change? He knew you loved him, you said it every five minutes. Itâs one of the many things he adored about you. You never failed to make him feel so loved. He wasnât mad, he was just hurt. He knew you wanted to get married, you were always mentioning how you wanted a specific color for the theme, specific paper for the wedding invitations. Maybe you didnât want to get married to him?
Was there someone else, is that why you didnât want to marry him?
You both went to bed that night, silent. âGoodnight Ji, I love you⌠have good dreamsâ You say, just like you said everynight. When you said I love you, did you say it with meaning or because it felt right. Did you say it because it was now part of you night time routine? Was this one of your steps? Brushing your teeth, check. Washing your face, check. Brushing your hair, check. Charging phone, check. Getting a glass of water, check. Reading a chapter before bed, check. Turning off you lamp, check. Laying down, check. âGoodnight Ji, I love you, have good dreams, check?Â
âMhmmmâ He hummed sleeping on his side facing the restroom door. You knew you hurt him, you knew it when he dragged his feet coming into your shared room, losing focus on his own routine, not saying âGoodnight my love, I love you so so so so muchâ. You especially knew he was hurt when he didnât reach for you, even when you both would fight you always reached for each other. Your touches saying, Iâm still mad, but I love you and Iâm here. Tonight, there was no touch.Â
He was out of it at practice, his moves were sloppy, his lyrics werenât coming to his head like they usually did and he wasnât his goofy usual self like he always was, and it was apparent. Chan thought he was just having a bad day, they all had their own bad days. He checked up on him, and he said he was fine. Of course Chan didnât believe him, but he knew when Jisung was ready heâd come to him. Heâd come to his brother. Â
âIâm gonna spend the night at the dormâÂ
He hasnât stayed there for ages, ever since he moved in with you. You tried to talk to him, but he was too deep into his head that everything you did or said was over thought. Did you pack him food because you loved him, or because you felt bad for him. Did you say âHave a good day at workâ Because you meant it, or because you wanted him to feel like everything was normal.Â
âWhat why?â âI have a really early schedule tomorrow⌠I have to be in the studio at six in the morning. I donât want to wake youâ He says walking into the bedroom and getting his duffel bag. Packing all of his toiletries, and some clothes. He only mentioned tomorrow, but he was packing more than enough clothes. âWhen will you be back?â He avoided the question, walking to the front door not looking at you. âMy carâs hereâ and like that he was gone.Â
He knocked on the door and Chan opened it, shocked. He wasnât expecting him. Especially not this late at night. But nonetheless he offered him the couch, warm blankets and peace. The night settled down and the whole apartment was quiet. It was late, definitely late enough that everyone should be asleep. Han laid on the couch, and sighed. He really didnât know what to do. His mind was going a million miles per minute, and none of the things he was thinking were good thoughts.Â
~Creak~ Â
Chan walked out of his room and went to the kitchen grabbing himself a water bottle.Â
âGo talk to herâ âWhat?â âI said go talk to herâ âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâ Han mumbled facing away from one of his best friends.Â
The truth was, he was embarrassed to talk to anyone about it. All of the other members were starting to settle down, Chan announcing his second child, Minho proposing to his partner of two years, Changbinâs wedding was next month, Hyunjins planning his wedding. Felix was getting really serious with his partner, Seungmin was in the middle of planning an engagement and even the anti-romantic Jeongin was going to be getting married soon. He felt like he was falling behind, and to top it off your relationship was the longest one of the eight. You had just celebrated your four year anniversary last month. He felt like he procrastinated too much that he completely lost you. He knew from the moment he met you, you were the one. Why it took this long to ask, was beyond him.Â
He never felt unloved by you, the way he did now.Â
You took the initiative. Knowing what was next, you just wanted to get the pain done with so you could mourn and not continue to go insane thinking about how you relationship was hanging by a thread. You didnât want to break up, but you knew you hurt him. You know you pushed away too far for him to come back. This was your doing.Â
Can you come by after practice, we need to talkÂ
Okay
Your leg bounced nervously as you sat on the couch waiting and waiting. The bad thing about his schedules were they were never set in stone, he could be going in at six but not get out until eight at night, even when he was told he would be allowed to go home by three p.m. You were waiting for hours, and hours, and hours. Then you heard it, keys jingling. It sliding into the lock, turning to the right and click. You stood up quickly and watched him come in, with his duffel bag and a forced tired smile. He closed the door behind him and was greeted by your dog. âHi Bbami⌠hi Bbamiâ He said in his high pitched voice that never failed to make you smile. Even right now, when you were on edge. He slipped off his shoes and coat, then looked at you. You both locked eyes for what felt like forever, in reality was just a couple minutes. You sat down on the couch and looked at the empty spot next to you. He got the hint.Â
He swallowed the lump in his throat and sat next to you. Distance in between. The distance that represented the state of your relationship. He took a deep breath trying not to cry. Not the way he cried himself to sleep last night.Â
âDo you wanna break up?â You broke the silence, your voice low and shaky. He quickly looked at you with wide eyes. âGod no⌠Do you wanna break up with me?â âNo never⌠I love you JiâŚI really do⌠but Iâm scared, I donât know how to be a wife, what if Iâm not good enough for you and you leave meâ
Now here was your truth, you grew up in a household where two people who were obviously not right for each other stayed married for the sole purpose of making each other's life a living hell. You didn't grow up seeing a loving wife, seeing what a wife should do for a husband. Hell you barely knew how to be a girlfriend. But it took time, a lot of trial and error, and many boyfriends later to be the girlfriend you were now, and even then you thought you were terrible. Now a wife, a wife was permanent, there was not trial and error, no practice dummies, this was forever, and you didnât want to mess up especially with the person you cared the most about in this world. Then there were children, you knew you both wanted to be parents, but you didnât have the best role model to teach you to be a mother, you basically had to raise yourself. So if marriage was a set in stone thing so would being parents, being parents was something you definitely could take back. Jisung knew all about this, he knew your past, your struggles, he was there after every fight with your parents. He was there to reassure you after every time that you believed you werenât enough, you were.Â
âYou think I know how to be a husband? W-What if Iâm not good enough, huh? Will you leave me?â âOf course no JisungâŚIâm also scared after marriage comes kids and I donât know how to be a motherâ you begin to ramble looking down at the carpet the words spewing out of your mouth quicker than you could process them âI donât know how to be a fatherâ He interrupted, placing his hand on your chin to turn you to look at him. â⌠that's why we figure it out together, like we've always figured everything out together⌠that bed frame did you do it alone, no⌠did I do it alone, well if we're being honest I did the most. You just stood there reading the directions steps behind⌠while looking beautifulâ He laughed and took your hand. You smiled, a single tear falling down your face. He raised his other hand to rest on your cheek, his thumb wiping away your tear. âBut regardless we did it together, we figured it out together, and it was scary the thousands of pieces as screws. I almost called Binnie and Chan to come and do it, but we did it.â You nodded and bit the inside of your lip to keep yourself from crying. âEverything that comes our way, we can handle.â âI love youâ You whispered leaning closer to rest your forehead on his, looking into his eyes. âI love youâ He said softly wrapping his arms around you. You rested your face on his chest crying, all that pent up anger, fear and sadness you felt coming out as soon as you were in his arms, as soon as you were in your safe space. âI know I knowâ He whispered, rubbing your back soothingly comforting you through your tears, but never silencing them.Â
You pulled away and looked at him, he wiped the tears off your face and kissed your forehead, your nose, then your lips. âI want to marry you Jiâ You whispered against his lips, your hands resting over his on your cheeks. âGood cause I want to marry you tooâ He smiled, pulling away and getting off the couch walking into your shared bedroom. You heard shuffling and drawers opening before he walked back out into the living room wearing a big smile, one hand behind his back. Your heart skipped a beat as you watched him get on one knee in front of you.Â
âY/n y/m/n y/l/n⌠I knew from the moment I met you that I was going to spend the rest of my life with you. You're my soulmate, my best friend, my muse, and my biggest supporter. Iâm at my happiest when Iâm around you, and when Iâm loved by you. Will you make me the happiest manâŚâ He revealed his hand to show a black velvet box, he slowly opened it to unveil the ring of your dream. The same ring you've imagined wearing on your ring finger since you were a little girl. âAnd marry meâ. You nodded frantically, getting on your knees in front of him and wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him in for a kiss as tears continued to fall. This time tears of joy and bliss. âYes yes yesâ You cried kissing his entire face. He smiled and grabbed the ring, excitement flowing through his body, his fingers shaking and tears falling down his face as well. He slipped the ring on your finger. âOther hand babyâ âHuh?â âIt goes on the other handâ You sniffled and smiled at his goofyness. âOh oh rightâ He laughed, taking off the ring and putting it on your left handâs ring finger. âI love you so muchâ He whispered, pulling you close. âI love you moreâÂ
I know I know Iâve gone quiet for a long time, I was working through something. Everything is good now, and I hope I will be able to post often like before. Requests are always open and if you liked it comment and repost, Iâd greatly appreciate it. Until next time. BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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âMR.GRINCHâ ( l. minho )
p. bf!leeknow x fem!reader w. 0.5k+
â 𦹠warnings. oral sex (m. receiving)
â 𦹠( cheering your boyfriend up after he gets all grouchy ) !
8 days of christmas masterlist
It was only Christmas eve and lee know was already ready to leave your parents house. Donât get him wrong, he loved your parents to death, you both did â but every time you visited they never failed to ask the same question, when you were having kids.
He does plan on having kids with you, but heâd rather not disclose in the middle of dinner with your parents when. âIm just saying Christmas with the cats would be magical.â He sat on the edge of the bed, watching you walk back and forth, doing your skincare.
âMinho you know my parents donât mean any harm, im their only daughter and theyâre just really excited for grandkids.â You said. âI get that baby, but it's like they want me to tell them the exact date I plan on fucking their daughter raw, over Christmas eve dinner.â You grimaced. âLee Minho.â You exclaimed.
You turned the bathroom light off, making your way into the bedroom. âI love you but holidays with your parents suck.â He said, you laughed, sitting on his lap. âYou sound like the Grinch.â You kissed his lips. âsee what the holidayâs at your parents do to me.â He mumbled.
âWhat can I do to make you feel better.â You kissed his neck, he sighed, letting you kiss and nip at his neck. âGive you some Christmas spirit to get you through the night and tomorrow.â You rubbed his chest. âYou already know baby.â
You smirked, sinking down to your knees. âFuck you look so good baby.â You were faced with his hard cock. âJust ready to take my cock down that mouth.â You grabbed the loose waistband of his shorts, pulling them down, pooling at his ankles.
You palmed his cock, his hissed leaning back on the bed. âFucking take me out, and put me in your mouth.â His tone was telling that he wasnât asking. His cock slapped against his stomach as you pulled him out , grabbing the base, kissing his tip. âFuck donât tease me.â He gripped your hair.
You brought your lips to his cock , he thrusted up, pushing his cock into your mouth. âFuck, take me all the way.â He groaned as you bobbed your head up and down. âsh-shit thatâs it, keep fucking sucking me like a whore.â He grunted.
âyouâre parents are down the hall and their daughter is on her knees sucking cock like a slut.â You moaned around his cock â he pushed your head down, bucking his hips up. âSo fucking nasty, making such a mess -sh-shit- you gonna let me cum on your face?â you hummed, tears pooling in your eyes. âfuck im gonna cum.â
He pushed your head down a few more times, pulling you off by your hair. âFuck im cumming!â He jerked his cock off, aiming his cock at your face , shoot his load on your cheek. âM-m'fuck.â He cursed, spreading it all over your cheeks. Â âLook at you baby." You smiled. âSo nasty.â He said.
He helped you off the floor, helping you clean up. âThank you baby.â He said. âAre you feeling better now.â He put his finger to his chin like he was thinking, you slapped his arm. âLee minho.â He laughed. âFine fine im done having an attitude.â You kissed his lips. âBut weâll see what happens tomorrow, first question about a kid and im actually gonna tear down the tree.â
âOkay Mr.Grinch.â
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Childhood videos
His laugh hadn't changed one bit. The cute little giggle and shy smile that graced his lips every time he laughed had remained exactly the same. Much like those big sparkly doe eyes and that cute bunny face he made every time he was either amazed or surprised or just plain confused which only added to how irresistible he looked. Baby Minho and adult Minho were the exact same, he just grew taller and stronger. And his arms and hands got veiny. And his thighs grew thick and beautiful and strong. Oh. His thighs. Oh.
You were SNIFFLING at how cute your boyfriend was as a baby a second ago and now you suddenly could not shake the recurring image of him just sitting anywhere with his legs spread apart in that manly, gruffish way from your head. You knew pretty well how nice it felt to randomly sit on him just to get him flustered and also how he secretly loved it since he would sometimes just openly invite you to sit on his lap "just for fun" cause you apparently "looked nice in that skirt".
Something like a mild pang hits your lower abdomen as you feel a little hot rush pervading you but you just shrug and deem it down to you being all wrapped up in the blankie despite it being late March and not too cold at all outside, "it's so hot outside, damn it". Minho barges in, quickly taking off his jacket and breathing heavily as he presses the back of his hand over his sweaty forehead and pinches his shirt away from his chest as if to ventilate himself with the movement. And you just stare at him in awe cause how could you not? Back from practice and clearly bothered and he still looked stunning.
"Well, hello to you too", you mumble as you watch him drop on the couch right next to you, his head resting on your shoulder as an exasperated sigh leaves his lips. He sprawls on the couch and mumbles something incoherent as you gently brush his hair away from his forehead, "long day at dance practice?", you ask softly, looking at the way his eyelids slide down and his long lashes almost touch his cheek underneath his closed eyes, "6 hours. Followed by a jogging session with Chan hyung. I feel like fucking jelly", "oh dear, why didn't you just come straight home? I'm sure Chan would have understood", you coo, loving the way he's just so unfiltered and raw and comfortable with you, even a little cuddly as he tucks himself closer to you on your lap and reaches for your hand and places it on his chest just to pat it gently. "it's alright, he wasn't feeling his best at practice and said he wanted to go outside for a run to clear his head a bit so I figured he needed a running buddy".
Hearing him being so caring and sweet natured tugs at your heart strings and you realise you're once again on and off about your emotional response to anything Minho related today. Which is weird but also is it really? He had this duality to him that made him so hot and so cute and so cool but warm hearted at the same time and you absolutely loved that about him.
"Were you watching my childhood homemade videos again?". Busted. You smile at him sheepishly as he grabs your phone that has been idle and indefinitely paused on his very cute baby face giving the camera a kiss, "uhm... Maybe?", you scratch your arm nervously but Minho just chuckles, "this is the third time this month I need to tell my mom to stop sending you such compromising material", "but you were so adorable. Look at that face!!! You were the cutest little kid ever!", you protest as he locks your phone and places it on the coffee table away from you, "I know. I was born pretty",he smirks and you playfully poke his cheek which makes him giggle IN THAT WAY and you swear he hasn't aged a single year and you literally choke on a strangled noise coming from within you.
Minho studies your face from his upside down perspective for a bit and then immediately sits up straight, "you are on your period", he declares. Just like that. Deadass. "No? No I'm not", you reply firmly though you have a really hard time holding back your giggles, but he ignores you and fishes a hand right underneath your shirt, squeezing at the softness there, making your breath hitch, "you are about to be then. Your boobs are bigger and firmer. One minute you're ogling me like I'm a piece of meat and the next you're choking on your tears over baby me. Clearly your hormones are going haywire. Now the question is: are they the overly emotional kind or the overly horny ones?". It takes you a full minute to register all that and put two and two together along with the fact that you have been experiencing some body temperature fluctuations and your tummy does feel kinda funny:" uh... Both?".
"Okay. Let's go make a baby then",he deadpans and springs to his feet, grabbing your hand in the process so he can pull you upright, "WAIT WHAT? Minho what the fuck", you start laughing just at how random he is and how you wish you could take a peek inside his head sometimes, "come on. I'll be gentle. I don't have much body energy left for today anyway", he grumbles, sighing as his legs ache a bit while he drags your giggly mess upstairs and into your bedroom.
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Guys I know it's been a minute, I'm currently getting over a cold I've got a couple of requests already written they just need to be revised but as soon as I feel better I will post them.
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i want to see what your thoughts are on wedding night with minnie?:)
Wedding Night
wc: ~800
rating: fluff/mature/18+ ŕ˛
comments: slowly working my way through requests. thanks for sending them!
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When he gets you away from the party, finally all alone, heâs all hands and sweet talk. And he tugs at yours clothesâtouches you on your shoulder and neck and anywhere else he can get to skin. This is not your first time, or his. Youâve done everything together in this bed already, but it feels a little different tonight. You can tell itâs different for Seungmin.
Heâs acting silly now, like he had a little too much to drink, and itâs starting to wear off. His cheeks are flushed and his mouth wonât stop talking or looking for places to kiss. He saves his I love youâs for when he really needs you to know, and right now heâs saying it over and over, lips against your neck and your ear. His hands slide up your back and pull at your dress.
Today was a hot day, and itâs a warm night, so itâs not much to pull at and doesnât take much effort to get you out of it. Seungmin takes care of his own clothes, but somehow takes his time unbuttoning and unbuckling. He crawls to you at the top of the bed and leaves kisses, starting with your legs, up to your thighs, slowly and carefully getting everywhere he can until he finally reaches your mouth.
Heâs ready to go, and you are, too, but he takes his time and kisses until heâs out of breath. Hands slide everywhere, touching and caressing, squeezing, grabbing a thigh and pushing it gently away from the other. His fingers work on youâfirst two, and then three slide in. Seungmin knows how to move his fingers inside of you, and he knows that this is a little bit of a tease. Just how he likes it.
But not too much, not tonight. Tonight heâs going to give you exactly what you want, when you want it. He keeps his eyes on you and takes every cue he can. His fingers keep moving when you moan for him. He kisses when you pull him closer.
Seungmin listens for any little sounds or whispers, and what he hears is his name, his pet names, you giving back his I love youâs. And eventually, a fuck me hit his ears. He carefully slips his fingers out and drops to his knees between your thighs. Strokes himself a few times, pushes himself in slowly. In and out, as easy and as slow as Seungmin can handle, because you like feeling him like this before you both lose yourself in pleasure.
He leans in and kisses your chest and neck and jaw, tucks his arm under the arch of your back, holds his body close to yours. The more skin on skin he can manage, the better. He wants to be close to you, smell and taste the sweat starting to bloom on you again.
The last few weeks have been hectic, a lot of that time was spent apart, and Seungmin had been desperate to get you under him the entire time. Heâs not shy about itâhe never is. He moans and whispers into your neckâŚdoes it feel good baby?But he knows it does, because he knows exactly how you like to be fucked when heâs on top of you. And heâll do it just like this as long as you want.
Heâs only concerned about you, and making you feel good, and heâs going to make you come every way he knows you can, as many times as he can manage. Starting with this. And when youâre satisfied, for now, heâll kiss down your body until heâs between your thighs. He feels a little selfish eating you out, because just burying his face and tasting you is enough to make him come. But he does it until your body shakes. And then he does it again.
And he keeps going after youâve calmed down, but gently, because he knows your limit. You let him stay down there, because itâs his night, too.
After he rests with you and hydrates you and makes you comfortable, you try to take care of him, no matter how much he protests and says he wasnât finished.
You need him, tooâto taste him, and to make him feel good and give him some relief after all heâs done. But even after that, Seungmin still needs to be kissed and touched everywhere. You rub your hands over his back and knead your fingers into his muscles. His shoulders, his arms, and hands. Down to his thighs and calves. He melts under your touch, sighs, groans, whispers sweet things to you.
And finally after everything, in the middle of the night, he runs a hot, bubbly, sweet-scented bath. Lights some candles, plays music, pulls you against him, and relaxes.
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take it all
notes: this is so dirty compared to everything Iâve written before. Btw!! English is not my first language so Iâm very sorry for the mistakes.
summary: hyunjin has a breeding kink, and you have one too.
WARNINGS: smut content. hyunjin being dirty as fuck, breeding/pregnancy kink, âslutâ, this is literal porn. no plot, just porn.
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âFuck- youâre so tightâŚsuch a fucking slut for meâ
Hyunjin was so dirty when it came to talking during sex, he always knew exactly what to say to make you moan or beg for more. You were now under him with your legs against your chest and his dick burried deep inside your wet and sloppy cunt. His hands were holding your legs open as he looked directly into your almost-closed eyes, âshit! âm gonna fill you up baby- give you every single drop of my cumâ
The idea of hyunjinâs cum inside of you made you moan in his ear, âfuck- please fill me up, mhm I wanna carry your babiesâ
Hyunjin groaned as he closed his eyes tightly, thrusting much faster inside of you, he definitely wanted to get you pregnant so bad, and you wanted it too.
You realized he was close to cum because of the way his thrusts started to get sloppier and his mouth opened, and you were so close too, âfuck- Iâm gonna cum!â.
After some seconds, you felt hyunjin filling you up and your walls squeezing him, hot spurts of cum hitting your cervix and painting your walls white as you moaned, âfuck! baby yesâŚtake it all, take all my cum... just like that...â ,he said with a whiny voice and all you could do in response was whimper.
Hyunjin kept moving inside of you, but a bit slowly now. Your legs were still against your chest while he was holding them making sure the cum doesnât drip out of your cunt, âwhat a good girl you areâŚletting me breed you like thisâ, he said while looking down at his cock burried inside of you.
You were too tired to respond, so you just looked at him and smiled a bit while breathing heavily. he slowly pulled out and quickly shoved his fingers in you, making sure the cum stays in you.
âI need to make sure it doesnât get wasted, loveâ
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BEGGING for jealous seungmin sex đ but not make-up, i wanna sth rough and we all know he is mean in bed and i js wanna read sth like this so bad đ
also your blog? it's so good? what do you do that your works are so perfect?
sorry for bothering you, here, you dropped something đ!
(Thank you for the kind words ilysm !!) đŤśđŠˇ
Warning: smut below! mdni.
Seungmin hasnât said so much as a brief sentence since coming home from dinner tonight. Heâs curt with his responses, distant with his motions and he doesnât look you in the eyes at all when you try to make conversation with him.
Of course, family dinners are never an easy situation to put yourselves in, especially when your parents push him relentlessly for answers about his job, his dreams for the future and all your relationship details. But you canât quite put your finger on whatâs got him so bothered tonight considering the dinner was a huge success. Your parents seemed satisfied with every answer Seungmin indulged them with, even sending him home with all the leftovers in tupperware containers and inviting him back next week for coffee. They seem to like Seungmin more than you sometimes, and you canât comprehend why heâd be mad about any of those factors.
âDo you want a coffee or something?â You ask him, trying your best to diffuse the tense air between the two of you.
âNope,â Seungmin replies, rolling up the cuffs of his sleeves and attempting to button them. You take notice of his struggle, approaching him to assist as he keeps his gaze down.
âLet me help you,â you voice quietly, reaching for his forearm and unfolding the sleeve to cuff it up a little neater. His gaze finally locks on your face as you help him, his narrowed eyes staring so intensely as you carefully fasten one button and then move to do the other.
âIs everything okay?â You ask quietly, your voice coming out a little shakier than intended.
âYup,â he answers plainly.
You stay silent for a moment, careful not to push the issue any further, but you quickly turn frustrated at this immature behavior he flaunts. Sure, he mightâve gotten mad about something. But itâs up to the both of you to communicate it, rather than play the silent game you know is going to get you absolutely nowhere.
âThen why are you ignoring me?â You question, finishing with the second button and meeting his gaze finally. His eyes seem to widen a little when you do, like heâs surprised that youâre not going to let this go.
âIâm not,â Seungmin says, the hesitation in his voice indicating otherwise.
You raise your eyebrows at him, saying nothing, yet still pushing for an answer out of him. And then he finally sighs, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his slacks as he towers over you.
âWhoâs Jisung?â Seungmin asks pointedly.
âWhat?â
âWho is Jisung?â He says again, his voice growing irate along with his attitude.
âJisung? My neighbor from when I was little?â
âAnd apparently the guy you had your first kiss with?â Seungmin questions, raising his eyebrows too, like heâs finally indulging you in some incriminating evidence he holds against you.
âThatâs what youâre mad about? Seriously?â
âYeah, maybe it is.â
âThat was almost two decades ago. We were both kids and it was a fleeting thing. You werenât even in my life that long ago, Seungmin.â
He shrugs over you, his eyes narrowing again. âWell, you asked what I was upset about. There it is.â
And then he turns around to walk away from you, failing to get much further before you lunge an arm out and grasp his wrist.
âNo!â You exclaim. âYou donât just get to walk away like that! You donât get to be mad at me for something this stupid, Seungmin. Grow up, will you?â
And Seungmin turns around, pushing you off of him to pin you against the wall behind you.
âGrow up?â He echoes. âYou want me to grow up?â
You swallow nervously as he brings his mouth a little closer to yours, angling his face to look you straight in the eyes.
âYou want me to handle this like an adult? If I did, I wouldâve pulled over and fucked you on the way home from dinner. But I didnât, because I knew youâd question why I was so hard about it.â
âYou were hard on the way home from dinner?â You retort with an amused smirk. âAt what exactly?â
âIâm jealous,â Seungmin says plainly. âHearing your parents talk about all the loser men youâve dated and kissed. Jesus Christ, itâs almost pathetic when I realize your first good fuck was me. And itâs gonna keep being me.â
You canât help the pool that forms between your inner thighs, pressing your legs together rhythmically to calm yourself at his words. He has a way of being so mean when he wants to, but crossing the line enough so that youâre just as aroused for him as he is for you.
âYeah?â You question back, your smile disappearing as you focus on his parted lips that hover over yours. âWhat are you gonna do about it?â
And Seungmin doesnât waste another second pressing his lips to yours, one hand pressed on the wall above you as he trails his lips down to your neck and sucks a line of bruises into your flesh. Your legs practically buckle in his touch, melting into the way he works you with such desperation and dominance, like heâs trying to prove his point to you. And itâs working, judging by the way you gasp loudly at his hand grazing up your dress and trailing over the hem of your panties.
âTurn around,â Seungmin orders, his voice sounding a little calmer than before, but still just as stern.
And you comply with his demands, turning around before heâs pushing you a little further against the wall and unbuckling his belt from behind you.
âShouldâve just done this in the car on the way home,â he mumbles, as he bunches the fabric of your skirt up in his hand. âMaybe you wouldnât have talked back the way you are now.â
You donât reply to him, knowing heâs only going to roughen his motions if you play along, so you remain silent, taking a deep breath and parting your legs a little for him when you can sense his slacks fall and pool at his ankles.
His slender hands gather your hair to brush to one side, and then before you can prepare yourself, you can already feel his hardened erection pushing pants your folds and into your entrance. Heâs not lying when he says heâs hard, stretching you out generously and beginning to move at a steady rhythm while he works kisses down your neck.
âFuck, Seungmin,â you breathe out, silencing your whines when he turns your face and presses your cheek gently against the wall, holding it there as he fucks you. His cock pulsates inside of you, frustrated grunts escaping his lips as he quickens his pace and steadies you against the wall.
âYou like it when I get jealous, donât you?â Seungmin inquires, loosening his tie a little and bringing a hand down to rest in your hip.
âYou probably like when I get all bothered by other men, huh? Get some excuse to fuck the anger out on you?â
And you canât help but nod desperately in his touch, your legs quivering as you can feel his cock twitch inside of you. You can almost feel the jealousy seething off of him and into you through his harsh thrusts, drooling against your skin when he brings his teeth to graze your bruised flesh.
âNone of the men youâve ever liked will make you feel half this good, baby. The more you bring them up, the more reasons I have to fuck them out of your pretty mind.â
âPlease,â you groan, clenching desperately around his girth. âPlease, donât stop. No one else ever meant anything to me, I swear.â
âI know they didnât,â he says with a smirk. âBut the way youâre moaning for me itâs like you want me to remind you.â
Your hand shoots back to grip onto something as he picks up the pace, clutching desperately onto his black silk tie and pulling him a little closer into you. Seungmin lets out a muffled groan, the fabric tightening around his neck making his cock twitch inside of your cunt again.
He slows down his pace again, taking a moment to trail breathless kisses down the column of your neck, before picking up his pace and slamming his hips against yours. The room teems with the sounds of his skin on yours, your walls tightening around his veiny length and taking him so deeply.
âFuck,â he says a little quieter. âIâm gonna cum.â
And you nod again, almost unable to form a sentence as you feel yourself near your orgasm, too.
âCum inside me,â you beg, pushing back to arch into him. âI swear I wonât bring up another man again.â
âOh I know you wonât,â Seungmin breathes against your skin. âNot after I give you my load you fucking wonât.â
And with a few more harsh thrusts, Seungmin brings his hand down to your clit, rubbing vigorously to stimulate you to your release, until you feel yourself contract once around him, and then the familiar sensation of your cum dribbling down your inner thighs and coating his cock in remnants of you.
Seungmin winces when he feels your juices coat him, fucking you a little harshly through your own orgasm, before he feels himself reach his finish inside of you, shooting thick white ropes of his seed into your squelching cunt and holding it there for a moment. He trails his teeth over your bruised flesh one last time, before pulling out and letting the remainder spurt onto the backs of your thighs and make a sticky mess.
âBetter?â Seungmin asks, as he tucks his cock back into his boxers and pulls up his pants.
âYouâre the one who had a problem with it,â you retort, turning around to face him. âYou tell me.â
Seungmin smiles wickedly, pressing a single chaste kiss to your lips and readjusting his tie.
âIâm always gonna be your best fuck,â he states confidently. âI feel a lot better knowing that fact.â
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cat and mouse
summary: your co-worker has been on your case ever since you've started your time at the company. a strange turn of events and circumstance changes all that.
pairing: coworker! lee know x reader
trope: enemies to lovers <3, office au
genre: slight angst, smut, and fluff
warnings: fem-bodied reader, oral, creampie, overstim, unprotected sex, bulge kink, spitting, etc. 18+ mdni
word count: 9.8k
a/n: a little practice piece for you guys, i hope i did well;; so sorry this took me so long to write :( i also hope it's cohesive enough, i keep writing this fic on and off sleep deprived lol
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âthe clock isnât going to speed up just because you keep staring at it.â the cubicle beside you chirps in, momentarily shaking you out of your thoughts. by now, youâve trained to pay him no mind as you keep your focus on the clock that reads 4:56 pm, almost taunting you in a way.Â
a few more minutes and youâll be home free for the weekend. maybe you can finally relax and get away from your dreaded paperwork. perhaps look through your shopping apps since you had nothing else better to do for the weekend, or better yet- you could run a well deserved bath with that bath bomb you always wanted to use but never got a chance to. all the possibilities sounded heavenly although all that would have to actually wait until you get home.
one other thing that you had been anticipating all day was having that dinner after work with jeongin- your close friend and coworker from a different department. he had been begging you for ages to finally try that one soba place that opened up nearby with him. you being a good friend, agreed.
âyou might actually melt the clock if you keep doing that yâknow.â your cubicle neighbor- lee minho smirks, now standing and leaning over your workspace.
"what do you want?" pointedly asking him.
"oh, nothing. nothing."
âyou just donât ever shut up, do you?â you deadpan and tilt your chin up to stare at him, minho just offers a sly smirk in return. he always liked to bother and butt into your business for some odd reason.Â
minho shrugs, âitâs fun teasing you. you do that thing where you scrunch your nose when you get riled up.â a vain visibly pops up from your forehead, but turn to your computer, hoping to drown him out with your typing.
you knew better than to give him a reaction. if you had a penny for how many times that particular vein popped from your forehead because of minho, youâd probably be a millionaire by now.
âoh, one more thing-â the brown haired man saunters back to his desk, and comes back to yours with a huge stack of papers. he unceremoniously plops it down, the annoying feline-like grin on his face.Â
âwhatâsâŚthis?â raising an eyebrow at him, you hope it's not what you think he's planning. you have plans. he crosses his arms and pushes his framed glasses back.
âpaperwork, of course.â you wanted to strangle him. âyes, iâm well aware that this is paperwork. why is it now on my desk?â
before you could protest any further, âthey want this finished by next week.â he leans to practically whisper in your ear. minho grins mischievously after he sees your pink flustered face take a step back.
the humongous stack was already on his desk, so your boss most likely assigned it to him in the first place. you furrow your eyebrows and turn to him, worst fear coming true.
"ohh no. not in a million years." you get up from your seat, avoiding the offending pile. he starts going back to his desk, neatly placing his things in it's organizers.
âwhy canât you finish it? you- what are you doing?â but minho was already grabbing his bag and blazer and looking at his wrist watch.
âwould you look at the time- thanks for covering for me!â aaaand he's gone.
plopping down on your chair, you bury your face in your hands, stopping yourself from pulling out hair. frustration creases on your forehead. well, you could kiss that dinner with jeongin goodbye. now you definitely want to strangle him.
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lee minho. if you were to find a personification of the word annoying, the brunette would certainly be it. that man has done nothing but annoy the hell out of you ever since you started your time in the company. other people in your department often regarded him as one of the most reliable and polite employees here.
you would inwardly scoff at the frequent mention of minho and his apparent âreliable-ness and politenessâ since all he was, was just the opposite. to you at least. it was hard to believe at first.Â
but then you actually saw the way he carried himself with effortlessness and composure, handled business affairs, and how he mingled so seamlessly with fellow colleagues. it was nothing short of professional.
so you had a theory that he was only like that towards you. a complete dick only to you. you although werenât quite sure why.
the girls in your department would often talk about him as well, mostly for his appearance. you really werenât one for gossiping but you would listen in sometimes, curious about what they see in him. it was hard not to when they would gush about their workplace crushes and love lives so openly, a tinge of envy seeps through your bones every time it would be mentioned. you have got to get laid one day.
âheâs totally my type, you think i should ask him out?â your other cubicle neighbor says quite loudly during her break. her friend beside her shakes their head, âno, no you canât.â
âwhy not? isn't he hot and available?â she asks absentmindedly. you start to zone out for a minute, only catching bits and pieces of their conversation. but you contemplate about what she said for a second, you would be lying if you said that lee minho was unattractive.
far from that actually. distinctly remembering catching a few glimpses of him from your first day, intrigued and interest piqued. his sharp nose and cheek bones, features were like sculpted by michaelangelo himself, his toned and lean figure accentuated by the perfectly well fit suit that he always seem to wear.
you definitely found him attractive at first.
that was until he started annoying you, so all of that was quickly out the window.
but you would probably end yourself before admitting that to anyone. you let out a disgruntled sigh, appearance wouldnât really matter if he wasnât such a knob to begin with.Â
as you approached your dimly lit street, all you could think about was that feline faced jerk. what was he thinking, dumping all that work on you last minute? you felt really bad about cancelling on jeongin, texting him earlier about the sudden change of schedule. the dark haired man you've come to know just replies with a little;
'we'll just try again next week lol'
you breathe out a relieved sigh, thankful that he wasn't mad. kicking the pebbles on the side of the road, you imagined that the little rocks were minho's face. you could not wait until you get home.
âstupid paperwork, stupid minho, stupidâŚâÂ
your muttering fades and you suddenly stop in your tracks as your elderly neighbor waves you over from her front door, grandma lee or just grandma- as she insists you call her instead.
you bowed and greeted her, âhi grandma, did you need something?â you were quite close with the sweet old lady, her gray hair swaying lightly in the wind.
the elder would often check up on you after hearing that you traveled all the way from your hometown to the city, almost taking you in as her own. you were grateful for the company since homesickness would often creep up. she would also often bring you comically large jars of kimchi which you appreciated greatly.
she smiles as she gestures to the multiple bags she was holding, "i just need a little help getting these inside the house, dear." you take the heavy bags from her hands. what were in these, rocks? grandma claps her hands together in remembrance.
âhave you had dinner yet? i made extra.â
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grandma sets a bowl in front of you, the sight of seaweed soup instantly brings you comfort. your stomach grumbles as you dig in. she watches you intently as you practically inhale the soup, starved from the long and terrible day you had.
you sent her a polite questioning look. âi want to ask you for a favor.â she finally starts, flicking through the channels of her tv. the weather was on, the forecaster droning on about rain happening this week in the same monotone voice for the past 10 minutes. you look at her and nod immediately, she had done so much for you, doing a few favors aren't going to hurt.
âdo you have a car, dear?â
blowing on the steaming hot seaweed soup, you nod again at her question, wondering where this conversation is heading.
âi need someone to drive me to my sonâs house tomorrow, i'm staying over there for the weekend and my bags are a little heavy. would that be alright with you, dear?â youâve heard about her family from her stories when she would have you over like now, little bits and pieces. you smile and agree.
a cheshire grin graces your features after a moment.  âwhatâs in it for me?â it was a joke of course, grandma knew it too. having spent a large amount of time with her, your humor mustâve rubbed off at some point.
you didnât expect her to actually answer but she replies, âactually, iâd like you to meet my grandson as well. i think you two would get along. he's the same age as you too.â
the aforementioned grandson was someone youâve seen in a bunch of grandma leeâs hallway pictures. you remember that he was an only child, often the only kid and the lone subject in the photos. your favorite was the kid in red with a toothy grin. he mustâve been 5 when it was taken.
"it was a joke, grandma. i'm sure your grandson wouldn't want a stranger suddenly coming to meet him." she shakes her head,
"nonsense. that boy doesn't know what he wants." you laugh at her persistence. getting another bowl of rice, you ponder her offer for a second. maybe this could finally cure your dull and dry love life, it couldn't hurt to try. if worse comes to worst, you could just pretend it never happened.
âbut of course, iâll drive you there. i have nothing to do anyways.â you say with a mouthful of rice. grandma pats you on the back and continues to flick through the channels once more.
âthank you dear.â
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the sunset blears through your windshield, sun rays momentarily blinding you. it was clear as day. the ride to her familyâs house was relatively quiet, the elderly lady in your passenger seat preferred to sleep the whole ride through after handing you the address, giving you a moment to leave you in your thoughts.
pulling up to the neighborhood, you let out a low whistle. the house was at the end of the street, steep and uphill. it was surely going to be a struggle to get the car way up there.
you get to the curb, reverse and try to park your car as best as you can. the house was really pretty, you thought. it looked pretty lived in too, but in a cozy way. vines was sprawled all over the brick exterior and flowers had bloomed all over the property.
you wake up grandma and start to haul her luggage up and out the car.
"you go up, grandma. i'll catch up."
after struggling to get the multiple bags of luggage up hill, you finally waddle to the front door. the door was left slightly ajar, probably for your convenience. you took a quick peek around, hoping for someone to let you in.
calling out before entering, you were met with silence. you figured they were too busy catching up so you eventually let yourself in.
the furniture adorning the hallway and rooms were made out of wood, the handiwork and craftsmanship was evident, intricate carvings on each and every one of them. it mustâve been made by grandma leeâs son as youâve heard from her many stories.
a ginger cat with white stripes greets you as you enter the front door, it strides over to you in intrigue. leaning down and dropping grandma's bags gently, you let the feline sniff your hand before allowing itself to be pet. soon enough it starts rubbing its body on your legs and purring loudly. adorable cat, you thought.
silence fills the house, aside from the soft chatter coming from the other side of the wall. the cat leaves it's spot, not wanting to be pet anymore. you sit up and observe the house again, noticing a myriad of family photos adorning the walls and some of the tables.
coming closer to one of the pictures, again, you encounter the same young boy in red but this time he was wearing a cap sideways and a puffer jacket that seemed to be way too big for him.
"hello! you must be y/n!" a feminine voice suddenly calls out from the living room. you straighten your back from the mention of your name, hoping she didn't catch you closely staring at their personal and probably private photos. grandma lee comes out from the living room as well and walks towards you with a younger and kind looking woman in tow. she had another cat in her arms, this time it's coat was gray with dark streaks.
you smile and greet her politely, exchanging pleasantries. you quietly pick up the neglected bags and place them near the guest room. they continue their conversation with each other from before, you now awkwardly standing in the middle. looking at your wrist watch, you figured you should probably head on home.
"i suppose i'll get going now, it was really nice meeting you." mrs. lee looked startled at your sudden announcement.
"why don't you stay for a while? it must've been a long drive here, you're probably hungry." these two women weren't related by blood but they practically were, having the same idea when it came to hospitality.
"well, i don't want to overstay my welcome. i'm just here to give grandma a ride." smoothening out your non-existent clothes wrinkles in apprehension.
she waves her hand in dismissal, "but you must stay, you're already here anyways." she grins and pats your back. mrs. lee didn't seem to budge at your refusal.
you relented, finally accepting her offer. "my son is in the kitchen whipping something up. he's a great cook." you totally forgot about her son being actually here. the joke offer from yesterday completely forgotten and flew out of your mind. slight embarrassment runs through you, realizing that the offer was somewhat serious. you would surely need to mentally prep yourself for more socialization than you've anticipated.
but you instantly believe her claim that her son was a great cook, the amazing and aromatic smell of what seems to be steak and multiple herbs and spices from the kitchen wafts through out the entire house.
"okay- while we're waiting," mrs. lee gestures for you to take a seat, "you should go sit on the couch, y/n. i've been dying to meet you."
she hands you a mug of hot tea and sits down next to you. "mom here talks about you all the time, thank you for keeping her company."
"it's no problem at all, i like her company too." and with that, the three of you fall into a smooth and comfortable rhythm of conversation. the younger of the two women across from you continues to poke and prod into life, not that you minded. she would ask you about your life, where were you from, where you went to school, and where you went to work and among other things.
she offers you stories of her son gleefully in return, laughing about a particularly embarrassing story when he was younger. you learned that he was quite fond and talented in dancing, loves cats, and loves to cook. oddly enough mrs. lee never mentioned his name at all, you didn't want to pry. now that you've thought about it, grandma hadn't mentioned his name at all either. all you had for a lead was initials you remember seeing etched on one of grandma's photos. you figured you'd meet this person soon enough anyways.
after a while, grandma lee retreats to the guest room they've set up, assuming that she'd want to fix her belongings. mrs. lee starts to drag you around the house, urging you to help her set the plates up and talk more while doing so. midway through placing the chopsticks on the table, the sound of pots and pans clanging from the other room shakes you out of your thoughts.
"mom?" a voice calls out from their kitchen. it must be her son. you slightly raise your eyebrows, he sounds oddly familiar but you can't place your finger who he might've sounded like. you quickly brush it off.
"yes?"
"have you seen the slow cooker?" the man finally reveals himself and pokes his head through the entryway to the kitchen.
you lift your head and lock eyes with the said person. shock freezes your movements, dropping the utensils that you were holding. blinking owlishly in surprise, you weren't sure if what you were seeing was real.
you feel the wind knock out of your lungs. this was not happening. the brown eyes, brown hair, and cat like face from work that you've come to dislike stared back. you must be hallucinating.
standing across from you was lee minho, the lee minho. grandma leeâs grandson. the same one that's been tormenting you all year round. you just couldn't believe it, wondering what kind of luck you had to end up here.
you think back to when you looking (--more like snooping) at grandma lee's framed hallway photos, the kid- that was him all along? you're really bad at recognizing faces, you thought to yourself. well, she certainly made him seem like a complete angel from the stories.
"oh! this is y/n. your grandmother invited her to eat dinner with us." mrs. lee pulls your figure closer into a side hug and beams at her son.
he furrows his eyebrows at you, glancing back and forth at you and his mother. he must be as confused and shocked as you are. "hi." minho says, nodding at your direction. you purse your lips and shuffle uncomfortably in place.
minho again asks where the slow cooker was since the first time he asked was ignored. he was wearing loose fitting shirt, his broad shoulders looking more prominent. you realize you've never seen him outside of his work attire before. he looked comfortable, domestic even.
his mom says to check the cupboards, paying him no mind and continuing to set the table up. minho nods slowly, eyes not leaving yours and heads back to the kitchen. a little shell shocked about your little encounter, you clear your throat and go back to the task at hand. you'd just have to deal with this for the evening and then you could go home.
when the table was done, mrs. lee turns to you, "y/n? would you mind helping minho over there with bringing the side dishes to the table?" you freeze at the realization that you would have to interact with him alone.
"sure." you say meekly. she thanks you and goes to the guest room to presumably get the older lady for dinner. psyching your self up before entering the kitchen, his broad back facing you. he senses your presence and chuckles.
you were sure he was going to make this whole night unbearable.
"well, this is a nice surprise."
"what are you doing here?" stupid question from you seeing as this was his own house. mentally face palming your head, he hums smugly and starts dividing the side dishes onto smaller plates. you notice his very toned arms flexing as he puts the tubs away.
"i should be asking you that. i didn't expect you to be here." he says nonchalantly, but you could feel a sly smile forming on his face as he speaks.
"neither did i." you grumble and lightly shove him aside, wanting to get the side dishes out to the table already. you ignore the way he looks so domestic right now.
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you stare at him from directly across the table, hoping he would keep his mouth shut. he smirks while he eats, purposefully riling you up and glancing at you with a knowing grin.
do not lose your cool, y/n.
silence rings out the dining room aside from the quiet clattering of utensils on plates.
"y/n?"
"i'm sorry?" you snap out of your little less than friendly staring contest with him.
"do... you know each other?" his mother finally breaks the silence and here eyes flickers back and forth between both of you.
"yes-"
"no-"
a full on headache is surely forming now, it's going to be hard to hide your annoyance. quick, think of a lie.
"we're coworkers. same company." you grimace as he answers for the both of you. no use in hiding it now. "oh! that's wonderful." the older lady to your right clasps her hands in delight.
"you didn't tell me you worked together." grandma turns to you grinning brightly. you avoid eye contact with her, nodding and forcing out a smile. you wanted nothing more than want the ground to swallow you up right then and there.
"you two must be close." his mother says, sipping at her drink. you were about to open your mouth to say that you really aren't actually, but minho beats you to the punch.
"we kind of are." minho rests his elbows on the table and turns to you. he's enjoying this. the bastard was enjoying this. resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you turn back to finish your meal.
hatred for the man aside, he really was a great cook as mentioned countless of times. you actually find yourself enjoying the meal he had prepared.
"tell me what you two get up to at work, i want to hear all of it."
you shift uncomfortably in your seat, being honest wouldn't be the best idea. you didn't want these two lovely women to know how much of an unpleasant man their son and grandson is. and it was his house after all, the best decision might be to at least be civil with him.
so you play along with his facade, not wanting to disappoint them even if it was probably going to bite you in the ass later.
minho starts cutting the meat up into bite sized pieces while the conversation between the two ladies continue. he places it on your plate without saying anything. this takes you by surprise, looking at his face for an answer.
the two audience members among the dining table seems to have noticed your little exchange. a wrinkly hand touches over yours catches your attention.
"oh, so are you two..." she trails off, implication heavy on her tone.
"no- no, grandma. i told you i wasn't seeing anyone." you shoot a discrete glare towards minho.
"ah, i see..."
you shrink down your seat for the remainder of the hour, embarrassment flooding your being. why did he have to do that? you were already practically fighting for your life not to get too involved with all this, and he pulls that?
after that very eventful dinner, it was already nearing 8 pm. you figured that you should probably get out of their hair, not wanting to disturb them than you already had. that bubble bath and movie marathon you had planned in your head sounded amazing right about now. maybe that would help you forget about this crazy night.
"grandma," she turns in response, "i think i better get going." you smile at her, digging through your pockets for the car keys. a different cat from the other two that you've met takes long strides, stopping by your feet. you greet it by petting it's head gently. you wondered how many cats they have.
"now? look at the weather dear," you look briefly at the window nearest you, surely enough it was heavily pouring. you deflate at the sight.
"i don't think it's a great idea to drive out in a storm." she looks at you in concern. crap. the conversation at dinner must've carried you away, not even noticing the angry rumble of thunder that came from the sky. she was right, you don't think you could drive out there immediately.
the last time you drove into hard pelting rain, you couldnât see through the windshield and almost crashed your car in the process. you could still remember how your car swerved and screeched when you couldn't control the way the tires' direction.
reluctantly dropping your hands to your side in defeat, "i guess i can wait it out for a bit." you finally say.
"yes, please do stay. we made extra dessert!" mrs. lee chuckles, seemingly enjoying your presence. glancing at minho, he was leaning on the side of the couch watching the exchange between you three, uncharacteristically silent and expression unreadable.
you reckon he wasn't all that thrilled about the whole thing either.
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"the storm isn't letting up." minho sighs next to you, observing the dark and heavy rain pelting the window. it continues to pour down, filing in the silence.
"great." you mumble lowly, crossing your arms. a loud cackle of thunder makes you jump from your spot. he just laughs in response. you could feel your heart pounding out of your chest, anxiety quietly eating at you. damn weather man. you should've paid more attention to the forecast.
the smart watch on your wrist flashes with a notification. it was 11 pm now. "you should stay until tomorrow, dear."
you feel a comforting hand on your back, it was mrs. lee. it was only her staying with you two right now since grandma had already retired back to her room.
"tomorrow? oh, i- uh... i don't want to intrude." you stutter and look down, unsure how to accept her offer. but as much as you wanted to turn her down, you knew deep down you don't really have a choice in the matter.
another strike of thunder confirms your pitiful situation.
"i know what you're thinking, you can take minho's room." her words take you aback, that really wasn't what you were thinking. but she wasn't serious, was she?
at the mention of his name and apparent lending of his own bed, he whips his head towards his mother. he points to himself silently and gawks in disbelief.
you try to stifle a laugh at his ridiculous face. it wasn't often that you see minho all flustered.
realizing that mrs. lee might actually kick minho out of his room if you don't say anything, you decide to spare him. "that's okay, i'll take the couch."
"are you sure? the couch isn't the most comfortable..."
you reassure her that the couch is fine and not to worry. mrs. lee takes this as a confirmation that you'll stay for the night. she beams and grabs her son's shoulder,
"minho, do you have clothes that you can lend to y/n?" she catches you about to protest at the unnecessary offer, "don't worry about that, you're going to end up uncomfortable if you sleep in your clothes right now."
she leaves not long after with a quick good night to you both, also not leaving any room for any counter arguments. minho nods after registering what she said, hesitantly gesturing you to follow him towards the room at the end of the corridor.
he was quiet these past few hours, you observed. the annoying minho that you have gotten used to was no where to be found. putting yourself in his shoes, you understood. having a person that you dislike come into your home and spend the night would irk you as well.
the unexpected warm lighting and a subtle citrus scent with notes of jasmine and sandalwood welcomed you upon entering. it instantly brings comfort. not really expecting anything coming into his room, it was truly a pleasant surprise.
you stand awkwardly in the middle of his room, not wanting to touch or disrupt any of his space or belongings. he heads straight to his closet near his bed.
"it's alright, uh..."
minho ignores your attempt to refuse and starts digging deep for clothes that he could lend.
okay, nevermind.
you quietly glance at the homey decor that adorns the wall of his bedroom. multiple pictures of what you assume to be his friends were strewn all across the room. some of them seemed to be taken when he was in high school and some more recent. there were doing various funny and serious poses, minho seems to be really well liked.
"alright,"
he starts handing you a pair of black jogging pants and a plain white t-shirt. you reluctantly take the pile of clothes from him, your fingers momentarily brushing. you were certain you could hear your pulse thump in your ears. it confuses you greatly.
"this is the smallest one i have, sorry."
he coughs and rubs his neck, "the bathroom is over there, if you wanna change."
awkwardly shuffling on the way to the bathroom, a sigh of relief leaves your mouth as you lock the door behind. why were you so affected by a simple touch of his fingers? this was minho. you quickly shove the odd feeling down.
you hold the white shirt up to your torso, it was definitely too big. the hem of the shirt reaching your thighs and sleeves reaching your elbows as well.
peeling out of your clothes, and hold up minho's large shirt to finally wear. as you put it on, you could faintly smell the cleanness of detergent and a faint musky patchouli scent. your cheeks burn with the realization that you were really going to spend the night here.
when you return to the empty main corridor, the leather couch was already set up with a cozy looking blanket and multiple plush pillows. you struggle to hide a smile.
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tossing and turning, you struggle to find a comfortable position on the couch. the blanket proving to be too hot right now, you push it off. you check your phone out of boredom and the led screen lights up.
1:19 am. it was in the middle of the night and the rain continues to pour outside. the occasional rumble of thunder once again evoking anxiety in you. sighing, you don't think you will be getting any sleep tonight. it's just you and your thoughts for now.
thinking back to this afternoon, the whole situation seems so absurd and surreal. who would've thought that you and minho would pretend being friends even if it was just for one night. it was a strange chance of circumstance.
the door from the end of hallway opens, a scruffy and disheveled minho rubs his eyes to get rid of his sleepiness. you sit up in curiosity to observe his sleepy state. he pads over the wooden floors to the kitchen looking for water, not sparing you a second glance.
when he was out of sight, you start thinking of ways to distract yourself, wanting to already succumb to slumber.
âoh, itâs you.â he says after coming back, finally noticing your slumped figure. "didn't sleep yet?" minho ruffles his hair haphazardly, trying to smoothen it down. you shake your head,
"insomnia. it's the thunder."
"ah."
"the couch is making your neck hurt isn't it?"
"yeah, that too."
he opens his mouth to hopefully offer another solution, but shuts it immediately. he wasn't sure if it would make you comfortable so he just stands there quietly.
"i'll go get you more pillows." he places his cup down on the coffee table before going to his room. minho stops in his tracks when he feels your fingers tug on his shirt. another strike of thunder flashes outside making you flinch.
"stay." you catch yourself saying before even realizing. it's selfish to ask but you don't think you could stand the thunder alone. watching him stare into your eyes, as if looking for an explanation- you offer him no words.
minho takes a seat at the end of the couch silently joining you, sipping at his mug. to fill the awkward silence, you clear your throat and fiddle with the ends of the cotton blanket.
you start thinking of ways to justify your selfish request of making him stay.
"i finished that damn paperwork you dumped on me. dick move by the way." you chortled to try to lighten the mood. he seems to notice your attempts to distract yourself and indulge your sudden desire to chat.
he folds his hands on his stomach, grinning. his bunny like teeth poking out. you always thought it was endearing. "it's fun seeing you all grumpy."
"sadist." you simper, the anger you felt from a yesterday dwindling at the surprisingly pleasant banter.
quietness takes over again. he stares into the celling, pondering. "i didn't know you were close with my grandmother." he says after a while. he avoids your gaze and places his mug back on the table.
"neither did i. it wasn't deliberate," you reply. he turns to you, curious about the story. so you explain to him how you met, for how long and that you didn't even recognize him despite seeing the photos.
he chuckles, "i bet it was this pose, wasn't it?" minho imitates the very same pose that he did in the photo, eliciting another laugh from you. it was exactly the same.
minho shuffles a little bit closer to you, now propping his arm on the back of the couch. you straighten up, now being hyperaware of his presence and proximity. he looks really different without his glasses.
a furry tail suddenly brushes against your exposed leg. you lean forward to check what had just rubbed past you, it was one of the cats. it meows for attention, pawing at the base of the couch.
"your cats are really cute." you watch him pick the orange haired feline and place it on his lap. one by one, two of the other cats that you've seen this afternoon start padding over to where you and minho were seated, jumping on the couch.
"that's dori," he points to the gray furred kitty. "doongie," an orange cat with a predominately white underbelly, "and soonie." the last one who's also orange but more so than the other. minho raises soonie's paw, waving it at you. cute.
"this one looks like you."
you scratch soonie's chin, the low purring getting louder the longer you do it. minho stares longingly at your eyes with an unreadable expression at the comment. you're not paying any attention to him.
after a while, the cats start to get tired of the two of you. they walk of to the end of the couch, now ignoring you and minho. you fold your arms and relaxing into the back of the couch, falling into a deep and comfortable silence that would be sorely missed.
"why do you hate me?" you say abruptly. the curiosity finally won, anxiety gnawing at your every fiber of your being. it was finally starting to be peaceful between you two and actually talking like normal people, your sudden comment might've affected it's chances of becoming true.
his head whips towards your direction in what you assume to be disbelief, furrowing his eyebrows. "since when did i hate you?"
you struggle to not scoff at his blatant charade, "minho, you have it out for me." this was strange and ridiculous. was he really being serious? how could he not be aware of the months of months of his incessant attitude towards you, and only you.
you remind yourself to be calm, to be civil. but he continues to feign ignorance. it was starting to get difficult.
"you don't treat me like the others, you constantly make my life harder by teasing me, and you dump your own paperwork on me. only me. the only time you talked to me normally was just a few minutes ago." your voice rising with exasperation.
"what did i do?" voice ultimately faltering, tired.
"i-..." minho refuses to meet your eyes, offering no solace.
instantly feeling vulnerable by your little outburst and by the lack of response on his end, you hug and bury the plush pillow for comfort. you wanted to go home. you wanted to go home and pretend this conversation did not happen. confrontation wasn't your strong suit.
after a long while of silence, he at last utters a low, "i'm so sorry."
"that was very, very stupid of me." minho's eyes are now trained on the hardwood floor, unable to even glance at you.
"what? the paperwork?" you scoff, "no, not just that. all of it."
you furrow your brows at him, "i just find you really really cute when you're mad." he continues. you stare at him, incredulousness and anger painting your features. before you could give him a piece of your mind, he speaks.
"and i realized i didn't know how to actually approach you normally without the teasing." he purses his lips, the cup on the table long forgotten. minho is staring up the celling now, still refusing to look to your direction.
"would you also believe me if i said i was jealous?"
you don't know what to say in return, heavily processing what he just said. what was happening? your mouth runs dry, confusion knocking the wind out of you.
"of your friend." he says, emphasizing the last part. you try to rack your brain of who he was referring to.
"jeongin?" you tilt your head. he says nothing, confirming the assumption. "i overheard him talking to his friends, bragging about how he was gonna take you out to this restaurant that he wants to drag you to." you couldn't possibly think of a reason why he would be jealous, you and jeongin are just friends. and why was he jealous in the first place?
"why are you so worked up about it? he's just a friend, minho."
"i'm not even sure myself," minho shakes his head in exasperation and turns to you. "but i like you, y/n."
standing there, paralyzed at his unexpected confession. minho likes you? he was giving you crap all year round, and yet he likes you? you shoot him a perplexed look, "wait, what?"
"let me get this straight," you hug your legs, trying to decipher what he was saying. "so your plan was to annoy the hell out of me, dump your paperwork seeing that you don't want me hanging out with jeongin because...you like me?"
"well, now it sounds stupid when you put it like that." he huffs, crossing his arms and pouting cutely.
deafening silence falls between you two, unable to say anything meaningful without stuttering and fumbling through your words. you just sat there, not really saying anything and staring at the floor. realizing that you probably don't feel the same, he sighs. its about time he went back to bed too.
"it's late. you should probably get some-"
before you knew it you felt your pulse roaring in your ears, grabbing his wrist and stopping him from standing up. you were going to regret it if you let him go.
"i like you too."
a magnetic pull causes you both to inch closer together, wordlessly gazing into each others eyes. you make the first move to lean into him, slowly placing an experimental peck on the side of his lips. you unsurely place your hands on his chest, "is this okay?"
his eyes flickering down to your lips and then back to your eyes. he licks his lips, still staring intensely- lovingly at you. he softly grins, tucking a lock of hair behind your ears and returns the kiss on your lips.
eyelids fluttering shut, you feel him press against you with much enthusiasm, deepening the kiss. you cup his cheeks as a reply, roughly pulling him towards you.
you already forgot about the rain outside.
he hoists you up his lap, a hand on your waist as he trails desperate kisses on your neck. minho pays his attention back to your lips, sloppy and open mouthed, saliva stringing from your mouths. urgency and eagerness was reflected in the way you both tangle your arms around each other, touching and caressing every part that you could reach.
all of the unresolved tension was slowly slipping away, replaced by desire.
a sudden meow breaks the two of you out of your trance. the green eyes of soonie stares up at the two of you, sitting quietly and their tail swishing side to side.
you loosen your arms around his neck, you two bursting out in laughter at the interruption.
"do you want to maybe take this to my room?" minho asks, placing a thumb on your lips. you didn't need to think twice.
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your head hit his plush pillow, the cold and crisp linen feeling heavenly against your hot and flushed skin. shuffling up to the headboard, you watch minho with hazy eyes as he inches towards your form and props his knee on the edge of the bed.
he smirks as he sinks down on the mattress, hovering over your feverish body. minho sneaks a hand behind your back, grabbing you by the hips and flipping you over so effortlessly to the top as if you weighed nothing.
"now, where were we?" he murmurs into the column of your neck, his hot breath sending tingling and electrifying shivers down your spine. you respond by trailing your hands all over his clothed chest, wanting to get the offending article of clothing off.
he chuckles and grabs your wrists, halting you from doing so. minho kisses the inside of your wrist, a teasing smile dawns on his face. you look at him with desperate, pleading eyes, wanting to have him already.
minho adjusts his tight hold on you, biting his plush lips in anticipation. with you now towering over his figure, you lean down to capture the lips that you had been fantasizing about all evening and bury your hands into his hair. the kiss was wet and messy, your tongues sloppily and desperately swallowing each other's moans. a trail of saliva strings from both of your lips.
it was starting to get too hot for your liking. you cease your movements for a second to remove minhoâs borrowed shirt from your body. minhoâs eyes shamelessly rake over your chest, his finger leisurely trailing the middle of your breasts. you let out a low chuckle, finally unclasping the hook of your bra. you release a breathy shudder upon feeling something hard poking you from where you sat. grabbing both of his wrists, you eagerly put them up to your tits, you could feel your sensitive nipples harden because of his cold touch. minho starts pinching at the sensitive buds, prolonging his eye contact with you, clearly enjoying your erratic squirming.
you suck in a sharp breath and almost topple over him in pleasure as he takes a nipple into his mouth, hot, warm, and wet. it was overwhelming, having no one touch you like this before. he continues to lap at your hardening bud. minho groans, closing his eyes and further burying his head in your chest. your tits were covered in spit, glistening under the subtle light of his night lamp.
minho, while smothering himself in your chest, takes a moment to hook his arm over you. his skillful hands trail over to the waistband of your jogging pants and pulls it down. you oblige, leaning closer to him and lifting your hips so he wouldnât have to leave your tits. you jump in surprise once you feel a light teasing smack on your now semi exposed ass, only covered by thin panties. it elicits a small moan from you, pulling his head closer. you lightly pet his head and thread your hands in his hair affectionately as he continues his sucking, feeling a coiling sensation from your core.Â
but before you could cum, he detaches from your breasts, leaving his lips glistening with his own spit and his breath raggedy. a sly grin that you have come to love and hate graces his face upon seeing you whimper. the lack of stimulation makes you deflate, heaving frustratedly at his relentless teasing.
the familiar throbbing heat from your pussy suddenly gives you an idea. his hungry gaze watches you in curiosity. the bulge you were currently sitting on now immediately taking all of your attention. you do an experimental hump on it, hoping to relieve the aching heat from your cunt. minho's hands fly to your hips, groaning at the sensation.
"all this time, you made me think that you hated me-" you moan out, the fabric of his pants providing just the right amount of resistance. "when really you liked me?"
he stifles his moans by biting his bottom lip, his pants surely soaked through now.
"i did say i liked seeing you mad." minho manages to grunt out, licking his lips. you almost reel in disbelief but you keep your composure.Â
"you're confusing." another thrust.Â
"and i'm still mad at you." you huff out. hips now wildly humping against every ridge and curve of his cock. the sight of him makes you delirious, even more so that youâre humping against him.
"i-i'll make it up to you," he murmurs lowly, hissing the more times you buck up against him. "fu-fuck..."
despite the way that you were using him, it does nothing to quell the horniness you were feeling, in fact, it even spurs you on further. the wet patch from your panties soak and slowly transfer on to the front of his pants, your own wetness spreading messily every time you grind on his delicious dick, the ridges providing the needed friction that you've been so desperately craving. minho watches you, your tits bouncing up and down- he feels like drooling. "i love it when you use me." he finally breathes out, hands still on your hips, his nails making crescents on your skin. and finally, you cum, his words sending you over the edge.
it tremors through your body, white hot cum leaks out from your panties and you canât seem to hold yourself up any longer, collapsing on his broad chest. you clench your eyes shut in shyness, suddenly embarrassed from using minho so blatantly. he coos and pats your head in comfort, almost like how he pets his cats.
planning to make it up to him and eat his words, you sit up and shuffle down his hips. you admire the wet patch that stains his front, mouth watering. this surprises him, watching you with tantalizing eyes. you make a move to grab at his waistband, pulling it down slowly. he hisses out in pleasure as the waistband runs over his still clothed dick. minhoâs boxers were thoroughly wet, you could see a dark patch on the front where you sat on him and where precum leaked out. you lift up a hand to experimentally give his bulge a tight little squeeze, him letting out a little shudder response.
it hardens even more under your touch- so you decide to tease him to test the waters even further, running your fingers over and over his tent causing him to hiss out, sending you a warning look. taking this as a sign, you lift the waistband of his boxers and stare at his eyes while doing so. it springs up immediately after freeing it from its confines. his long and fat cock stands tall, the tip a deep red, and the veins prominently running along the sides. the sight makes your mouth water in anticipation. you place a thumb on his cockhead, running slow circles on his slit causing it to drool heavily on your hand.
his cat like mouth parts in ecstasy once you start teasing the underside of his length with your hand and licking the oozing liquid up. minhoâs hips start thrusting at the sensation, forcing you to hold him down. it was admittedly hard to do so, his thick thighs almost the size of your head but you still managed to restrain him from rutting wildly. the groan that leaves his lips sound is absolutely nothing short of sinful when you finally put your mouth on him. every desperate huff from him leaves you light headed, wishing you could record and replay it over and over again. when couldnât fit all of him, you resorted to pumping the remaining of the shaft were you couldnât reach. you egg him on even further by running a hand over his abs, seeing how his thighs and abdomen tense up.Â
you look up through your lashes to watch minho unravel. his eyes were screwed shut, focusing on the stimulation. while it bobs messily in your mouth, you try to pay special attention to his hot and heavy balls, rubbing it back and forth in the palm of your hand, hoping to get him to cum. minho closes his eyes shut again and tenses his thighs, finally cumming. his hands travel down to grasp at his length, taking it over yours, spurting his essence everywhere. minho finishes with a loud relieved groan, slapping his dick lazily against your cheek which you greedily lapped at.Â
âthat might be the best head iâve ever had, bunny.â he bites his lips, his voice light and airy. you quickly sit up from your position and gawked at him, suddenly feeling bashful at his apparent pet name for you.Â
minho gives you a mischievous cat like grin in return, feeling absolutely delighted at your expression. he begins to lightly graze your leg, leaving tentative touches and gentle pecks along the stretch of your lower limb. lifting your right leg up, you stop minho from inching any closer towards you by putting your foot on his chest.
"y/n..."
you pretend to think for a moment, stretching this out for as long as possible. he would just have to wait since he had yet to make up for being so mean to you. a little fun also wouldnât hurt, right? no, you were quite wrong.Â
minho again grabs your ankle albeit more roughly this time and continues to place chaste kisses with more passion this time, clearly adamant about giving your legs and thighs hickeys. at long last, minho slides the wet and abused fabric off you, the panty is thoroughly soaked and itâs material sticking and clinging to your core.
he hooks ur leg over his shoulder, urging to part your legs apart and spreading them obscenely open. staring intensely into your eyes, minho starts teasing your core with feather light touches. âyou like this?â he says his mischievous grin, continuing his ministrations. you offer him no response as he traces figures and shapes on your wet pussy that has you seeing stars. his fingers now erratically sliding up and down your folds. you almost sob at his nonchalant teasing, eyes clenching shut and begging him to put something in.
something about observing his veiny hand treading lightly just the outside of your lower lips leads you to tuck your face into your hands, the sight was like straight out of porn. âno, no. hands up bunny.â minho takes a hold of your wrists, putting them effortlessly above your head.Â
âyou have to look.â
his free hand drags along your legs to pull them apart and starts lowering his chiseled face down to your core. his nose just close enough to feel the small exhaling puffs of hot air on your pussy, causing it to twitch in suspense. the brunette sneaks a peak at your trembling figure before diving right in, the first contact of his tongue on your cunt was searing hot, instantly making jolt out in shock and cry out. minho takes this as a sign to hold down your hips, pressing, flattening, and letting his tongue rampant against you all while avoiding your clit. he hums at the taste, huffing and delving further into your pussy, eating you out with such intensity, placing open mouthed sloppy kisses. he spits to make your pussy wetter so he could languidly and erratically make out with your cunt.Â
you throw your head back into the heaps of pillows behind you as he starts to pay attention to your clit, softly biting the bundle of nerves. minho then moves to swipe his index up at the large amount of cum and spit trickling from your core, using it as lube for his fingers. he gently prods his index in your entrance all while still licking you up. his long fingers, deliciously stretching your hole, deeper than all those nights you've tried to do so yourself. the bliss you were feeling was overwhelming. minho croaks out a little âhah, hah, hahâŚâ every time he would come up for breath, completely drunk off your musky and intoxicating scent. you also donât miss how he subtly humps the bed sheets he was lying under either. you began to arch your back upon hearing his desperate sounds, your arousal spurting on his face.  Â
minho looks like a cat who got the cream, his pupils blown wide open and wetness trickling down the side of his mouth. he lets go of your hands after you were finished, the numb arm falling on your forehead as you catch your breath. he stands up to re-adjust your form on the bed, pulling you closer to his pelvis.
minho stares at your eyes, asking silently for permission. you look up at him with a toothy- fucked out grin.Â
the feelings that you couldn't place earlier was now clear, you wanted him.
minho reaches a hand over your face, caressing your flushed cheeks. he wordlessly leans to tenderly place a kiss onto your forehead and on your lips. you reciprocate lovingly, capturing his lips once again. minho without warning, pushes his long and girthy dick into you, the abrupt intrusion making you sob out. the bulbous head of his cock rubs deliciously against your gummy walls, you swore you could feel it in your throat.
âthere we go. there we goâŚâ
minho sets a rough pace, his hips thrusting against your pelvic bone. âah-ah!â
toned and skillful arms cage you in, forcing you to look deep into his dark pools. "you better keep quiet, or else the whole house will hear you." that for some reason makes your cunt even wetter, weeping more than you thought was possible. the sole idea of getting caught with their precious son doing such lewd acts, it seems sacrilegious and absolutely sinful.
he once again reaches for your hardened nipple, tweaking and pinching the bud between his thumb and index. the bed was now creaking with how fast minho was going, you silently prayed that no one in the house suspects anything. the thought mortifies you.
minho leans against your figure and nuzzles up on your chest, looking up at you with an oh so innocent grin while he continues to pound your cunt. his movements start to stutter once he feels your walls clench around him. your mind begins to feel like mush but you still try to make an effort to suppress your groans of pleasure. a strangled sound between a moan and a whine leaves your throat once he hits that one particular spot in you.
âkeep quiet, little kitty.â
you start squirming uncontrollably at the huskiness of his voice, not having experienced an intense orgasm like this before. âcum, you can do it.â your rutting hips stop to convulse for a moment, feeling your orgasm rip through the ends of your nerves. leaning back on his chest, you struggle to catch your breath, heaving from the aftermath of your orgasm.
fogginess still clouding your vision, you caught a small glimpse of minho to notice that he still hadnât pulled out, his hands circling your waist gently. you unintentionally clench on his cock, yep he was still hard, very hard. minho sets his eyes on you, and gives you that look. oh no, you knew that look. the same one that he uses around the office to persuade a higher up to heed to his request. you nibble on your lower lip in excitement.
âone more, you can do one more right?â he coos, lifting your legs and his hips starting his monstrous once pace again. you double over in overstimulation, crying out in pleasure. his breath hitches after a particularly hard thrust, choosing to muffle his own cries by shoving his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your exhilarating scent. you respond by coyly playing with the hair on his nape, hoping that it would ground you to reality.
minho then sneaks a hand from below you and hugs your figure, pulling you impossibly closer. he swallows your moans, kissing you feverishly and running his hands wildly all throughout. it was so urgent, so intense, like heâs finding a way to meld your bodies together, his erratic and messy thrusts reflecting that.
your fingers clutch his thick bed sheets, euphoria piercing your body every time he drives another rough thrust into you. the lewd noises coming from the two of you echos and bounces off the walls, the conversation tomorrow morning was going to be so humiliating and awkward at the dining table.  Â
you canât hold it in any longer, and by the looks of it, neither can he. minho cums with a loud groan, spurting inside you. "goooood kitty." minho rasps out. you gape at the warmness, causing you to finish as well. minho reaches his hand downwards to spread your combined release, spreading it messily. it drips out of you obscenely as he pulls out.
you were positively flushed. he was too, sweat still glistening on the wide expanse of his chest and forehead. minho brushes your hair back affectionately before plopping down tiredly next to you. you turn to him, wanting to admire his fucked out features but he looks occupied and staring into space.
âwhat's the matter?âÂ
"i really am sorry about the misunderstanding. i feel terrible that i made you feel like that. and i do really like you. wasn't lying about that." minho sighs out, closing his eyes for a moment and then faces you. âi want to start over, properly this time.â
"apology accepted. and yeah of course." you say, quite happy with how this whole misunderstanding turned out. "i really like you too." he kisses the top of your head, making you wrap an arm around him to cuddle.
"now you'll just have to figure out how to reject the girl beside your desk. she wants to ask you out."
"maybe we can start by just making out in front of her."
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annoyed!hyunjin
you decide to say sorry in your own way~
-contains suggestive themes
"pay attention to me?" hyunjin asked for the 4th time. you hummed, disagreeing. you could feel his eyes on you. they were still at mcountdown. he had about an hour until the actual recording.
the others had gone to get something to eat while felix and han were rolling around on the floor. jisung had fallen asleep right next to your leg. you stared at the words in your textbook, or tried to. hyunjin was stuffing cereal into his mouth, his eyes following whatever you were reading.
"look at me" he pleaded but you spared him no glance. you hadn't even realised he was sulking. the door shut and you looked up after what seemed like hours.
hyunjin had walked out. you didn't think much of it. that was until he refused to talk to you for the rest of the day. you also had pride so you weren't one to beg for his attention.
"hyunjinnn" you called out, a big smile on your face. your heart dropping when he locked eyes with you for less that a second. going back to his conversation with a staff member. time had past you sat on the couch, watching them practice.
you slowly began to get sleepy even though the music was loud enough to keep you awake. you laid down, curling into a ball. drifting into dreamland.
when you woke up next, you shuffled around. something was different. what you were laying on was softer yet firmer. it all made sense when you heard hyunjin's voice above you. no, he wasn't talking to you. he was discussing something- their positions or where they were to walk around on stage to changbin. a few minutes passed and you heard the door close. was practice done?! no unfortunately.
you squinted, lights very bright for your comfort, admiring his face. how could he look this good for an angle made to look people bad?
you could feel his fingers very subtly running through your hair. and his other hand outstretched to pat your thigh. the moment he looked down at you, you shut your eyes, moving closer to him. your face against his stomach. trying your best to not make it look like you were actually awake, you slid your arm behind him, holding on to this lower waist.
all you could smell was him. heat radiated off of him and he smelt....musky. like he had just danced his butt off.
finally you opened your eyes. he took notice of it. his hands moving away to rest against the backrest of the black couch.
oh...so he was still mad at you. at this point, you couldn't help but feel guilty. you didn't mean to do that.
"baby...im sorry" you mumbled, looking up at him. he avoided your gaze. pretending? to look around the room.
"hyunnie sorry please.." you tugged his shirt a bit, holding his waist more firmly. yet he didn't respond. but hyunnie was his favourite nickname.
"you can slap me, i was stupid" you whined, pushing your face against his stomach with force. he jerked forward. you nipped at him. making no attempt to stop. his hands frantically held you back. or atleast he tried to. you wriggled around, throwing a playful tantrum. until you accidently touched the wrong place.
he shot you a glare.
"behave yourself"
of course you were going to apologize since everyone was still there but you wanted to do more. just to piss him off. if he was annoyed at you earlier, you wanted to tick him off even more in a much different way.
no one would even see what you were doing. unless they actually *looked*.
you bit the string of his sweatpants, pulling on it lightly. he shot you another look.
this time keeping his eyes on you. you mouthed at his covered crotch, poking your tongue out on where you knew his tip would be. he scoffed. an open mouth smile on his face.
"jinnie" you mumbled, hyunjin raised an eyebrow.
"not now. not...here"
"please?" how could he deny you when you asked so nicely.
"is this how you plan on apologizing?" he whispered, just for you to hear.
"I didn't mean to do that..im sorry" you apologized, tugging his pants down just enough to reveal his waistband.
hyunjin coughed.
he pulled his camera out, snapping a somewhat blurry picture.
"you're just too drunk on my dick" he commented in a hushed voice. you blushed.
what could you do? he had a good cock...an amazing one and he knew how to use it. you nuzzled against him.
"its like your asking me to take more pics of you" he laughed quietly.
you remembered the last time.
.
.
"look at the camera" hyunjin said, holding the polaroid camera up in a way he could capture everything. his words never reached you.
how did he expect you to hear him? when you were stuffed full of his cock. he pushed your hands away from your face, choosing to pry your mouth open. shoving two fingers so far back, you gagged silently. tears slipping out.
he pressed himself deeper, snapping a pic. you closed your eyes as it flashed.
"good girl" he praised you, placing the camera down on the bed.
"so so so good for me" your heart swelled at how much he complimented you. everything about you.
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Thank you so much for tagging me this was so cool
No pressure tags: @ronnierites @saturnandgold and anyone else who wants to do it.
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Found this quiz by seokieleo on twitter and it's real fun so I'm sharing it and starting a tag train đ¤
Here's my song! Which I just love because Blind Spot is absolutely my favorite B-side of the album.
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