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bbyquokka · 1 year
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ever since minnie got his braces off i keep picturing him become more confident with going down on you, and provoking you with his mouth everywhere (like neck kisses in public and making out in front of your friends and and and
my mind just goes blank everytime i think of him sucking my boobs and all
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SMUT BELOW CUT – STRICTLY 18+, MDNI
warnings: fem reader, nipple and breast play, hickies, kissing & making out, oral (f rec) words: 0.6k ~ (651)
something awoke inside of seungmin. since he got his braces off, he's been more confident and daring.
he was worried about kissing you or doing anything sexual to you, scared he would hurt you with his braces. he loves kissing you, suckling on your breasts whilst teasing your swollen clit.
he loves it more than you will ever know because he loves how you tremble underneath him. he adores watching your thighs shake from the burn as your body gets overwhelmed with pleasure. your innocent face stained with tears and drool. your eyes holding nothing but lust and greed from the man between your legs.
his braces did hold him back. he hates to admit it. you're so precious to him that he didn't want to hurt you, no matter how many times you tried to reassure him that it'd be okay, seungmin just refused to budge.
until he finally got his braces off.
you was a little upset about it. you love seeing him smile and seeing his braces, it added to his innocent, dandy look, however, he changed.
his confidence grew. he became more daring. he'd sneak up behind you in public and kiss that weak spot on your neck, the spot that makes your legs buckle from under you. he'd suck on the weak spot, purple bruises forming on your neck.
he became attached to your lips. every second of every minute, he wants a kiss. A small peck here, a small peck there. However, a peck was never enough to feed his hunger.
he needs more, so much more!
“m-minnie.” you manage to say, finally finding the time to briefly pull away from his lips for air.
“come back.” he groans, holding the back of your head gently and pushing you closer to him. your swollen and saliva coated lips meet for nth time, seungmin hungrily kissing and sucking them.
his hands gliding up and down your sides before cupping your breasts. he rolls and massages them in his palms, your own hands tangling in his hair.
“m-min..” you softly moan out. he hums softly, fingers flicking and tugging your nipples. he pulls from your lips, dipping his head low before attaching his lips to your nub.
you let out a soft and throaty groan as you feel his tongue swirl around the nub. he gently sucks before nibbling. he applies enough pressure that makes you feel something but isn't enough that its painful.
your back arches, hips bucking in to his. you grind lazily on him, desperate for something, anything at this point.
he kisses the skin around your nipple, sucking and alternating between the two breasts. he licks, bites, sucks and kisses.
“m-more..” you shakily whisper, tugging at his hair by the roots. he grunts, swiftly removing your panties.
not a second sooner, his head is buried between your legs. his hands holding onto your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. his tongue laps at your entrance, a throat moan of content muffled as your taste coats his taste buds.
“good.. so good – fuck.” Seungmin pants. his fingers dig deeper into your skin, leaving gentle bruises behind. he licks one long strip from entrance to clit, sucking and lapping on it before gently nibbling.
he glances up at you through his lashes, loving the way your body is squirming, swollen lip caught between your lip as your chest rises from your laboured pants. your skin is coated in a thin layer of sweat, eyes squeezed shut.
“minnie, minnie please don't stop. fuck, so good. you're doing so good, min.”
his body shivers, goose bumps rising on his skin. he wants to take you right here, right now but he wants to devour you first, turn your mind into mush with the power of his mouth and tongue.
“i love watching you behave like this y/n, i cannot wait to devour you even more.”
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note: sry it took so long, but i hope you enjoy this! thank you for sending and for also being the first seungmin thought! tell me what you think here! i'd love to hear your thoughts ‹3
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linovely · 1 year
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dom!minho praising and degrading you in the same sentence
“ah, you’re such a needy fucking slut……..you take me so well, angel.”
like fucking WHIPLASH ???
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beesspacedotorg · 20 days
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Third Leg?
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Summary: after spending time with Minho after exams, you remember something he said in the heat of the moment about your packmate Jeongin. You decide to confront Jeongin about it, because after all, what's the worst that can happen?
Warnings: sex. uh. poly ot8 and reader. more omegaverse. continuation of Dibs but can be read on its own. breeding kink?? manhandling ??? reader is lowkey a brat, uh. Jeongin's dick is huge. I actually don't know what else to add, so let me know if there's another thing I should put in here. reader is an omega but gender and genitals are unspecified as always
notes: I got possesed by a demon when I was writing this. I don't even have a breeding kink. Also if the title is bad, no. this is my first time writing Jeongin, so if it's bad no it isn't. this is his very late birthday present. Happy Birthday, King.
to read: Dibs
In most things, you try to be reasonable. It does not come easy to you, it doesn’t come easy to most people. You wish your pack would be more understanding of this sometimes. You know that’s an unfair thing to say about, to say to, your pack, but you can’t help it. You really don’t want to, you really can’t spend Jeongin’s rut with him. It’s the middle of the semester, you’re still convinced the Luna doesn’t like you, and you’d prefer not to think too hard about your relationship with anyone else. You’re comfortable with Hyunjin and you’re comfortable with Changbin. Everyone else, you think, couldn’t care whether you were around or not.
“That’s unfair to think, dove. Of course they want you around. We want you around.” Hyunjin says, he’s holding your face in his palms in a way that he often does when he talks to you.
“I know, but I really don’t feel comfortable yet, it’s only been a couple months, and it took me so long to get used to being around you.” You huff and you can feel a heat forming behind your nose. “I just really- I don’t want to spend Innie’s rut with him. I can’t.” Hyunjin hums affirmingly and swipes a finger under your eye to cut off a tear, but otherwise makes no comment about your crying.
“You want them to stop pushing,” he says, and you nod at him.
“I want them to stop pushing.”
“Okay. I’ll see what I can do. But, please don’t say we don’t want you around. We do. At the very least, I do. Okay?” You nod at him and smile slightly as he kisses your nose, it turns into a laugh when he gets insistent, peppering kisses all over your face until you’re shoving him off and smiling wide at him.
-
“So.” You have a spoonful of cereal halfway to your mouth when he comes into the kitchen. In all reality, you aren’t supposed to be here. You only stopped by for a quick snack before you went to head into work, but then there was something at the shop so your boss told you to stay home. You’d intended to detour to the campus library instead to catch up on some homework, but between your first and second bowls of cereal you had switched out of your outside clothes to sweats and an old t-shirt, and now you’re standing three feet away from Yang Jeongin.
“So?” You set the bowl down on the counter.
“You don’t want to spend my rut with me.” You draw your shoulders up to your ears defensively. You think something in your scent must turn sour because you see Jeongin wrinkle his nose.
“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not mad or anything. I just wanted to know if you’d tell  me why.” You pause, picking up your spoon and stirring the milk around the bowl, listening to the clink clink clink of metal on ceramic. Something about his question confuses you.
“If?”
“Yeah, ‘if.’ I don’t want to pressure you for information if you’re not ready to give it. If you’re uncomfortable with spending my rut with me, that’s fine. If you don’t want to tell me you’re uncomfortable, that’s also fine.”
“I don’t want to tell you why.” He shrugs. You’re surprised at how easy that was.
“That’s fine. I have another question though.”
“Hmm?”
“Could we hangout, or something? Before you steer clear of the house for a week and a half, I want to spend time with you. Unfortunately,” he rolls his eyes, “I’ve come to enjoy your company and if I don’t spend some time with you I might do something drastic.” He’s slowly approaching you now, crowding you against the counter. He’s given you plenty of time to walk away or move, but you haven’t, so he continues.
“Drastic, you say.” He hums, taking your bowl and putting it in the sink, not bothering to rinse it out.
“Drastic like breaking every single door that separates the two of us just to make sure you’re safe.” He wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder, nose against your neck. His hair smells like baby powder, like his shampoo that you and Hyunjin sometimes steal. You can feel him shake with laughter when your scent changes with arousal as he gets in your space.
“You’re easy.” You hit his back slightly.
“You’re mean.”
“Will you hangout with me, though? I was mostly serious.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll hangout with you.”
“Great,” he says, and you let out a small shriek as he drags you in the direction of his room. The door is halfway closed when he yells across the house.
“I call dibs until my rut starts!” You can hear the groans and complaints through his now shut door.
-
So, you spend time with him, both before and after his rut, and nobody comments on how annoying it is that you’re monopolizing his time like you thought they would. There’s a point where Hyunjin interrupts you because he wants Jeongin’s dick in his mouth, and when you move to leave, they both start complaining. (You left anyway, not being ready for that just yet, but the idea made you feel warm regardless.) 
You don’t get to spend much time with him after that though, because then you have Minho and exams flooding your vision and your senses, and while one of those things is enjoyable, the other isn’t and for two seconds you’d like your brain to be off. Just for two. That time comes and it’s as you’re waking up from your post-fuck nap with Minho that it hits you.
“You said Innie was talking about me during rut?”
“What? Sweetheart, we just woke up.” Minho is rubbing his eyes, smacking his mouth, and blinking cutely. You feel the urge to pinch his cheek but worry that would land you in hot water so you just poke it instead.
“Yes, I know, I know, but. You said Jeongin was talking about me during his rut.”
“Yes? Why do you sound so surprised? You’re our Omega after all.” You flush again at his casual claim on you, he keeps catching you off guard with it.
“He never mentioned it to me.” Minho yawns and slings his arm over your waist.
“You were busy, of course he didn’t mention it to you. Besides, you seemed so … hesitant to spend his rut with him in the first place that he probably didn’t want to mention it at all.” You frown, brows furrowing as you think about it. You move to get out of bed when Minho stops you.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“To talk to Jeongin.”
“It’s too early for one, and for two. I have some things planned for us.” His hand wanders up your shirt.
“But-”
“I thought you had learned enough to stop arguing with me? Does your mommy need to teach you a lesson?” He says this, but he’s not holding you back. If you wanted to, you could leave this bed and camp outside of Jeongin’s door until he woke up. But you don’t. You don’t even know what you want to say to him, and Minho is tracing soft circles on your skin and you’re struck with undeniable want. You ease yourself back into bed.
“That’s my pretty Omega. So good for me, hmm?”
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You don’t get to talk to Jeongin until several days later. You’re too busy sleeping like the dead for a day and a half, then Chan steals you away for a celebratory dinner date, then when you finally get the chance to talk to him, you walk into his room and find him and Yongbok making out, so you’ve had to curb the conversation for later, until now.
“Innie!” He’s slipping his shoes on.
“Yeah?” He never ties them, you notice, ties them once and then slips them on and off over and over again.
“Where are you going?”
“On a walk.”
“Great.” You walk over to him and shove his jacket off his shoulders, then kick at his feet until he takes his shoes back off, and start dragging him to his room.
“What.” He’s confused despite the fact that he’s the one who let it get this far.
“I want to talk to you.”
“Okay?” He sits down on his bed, patting the spot next to him so you can sit too.
“Minho mentioned that you talked about me during your rut.” It comes out of you in a rush. Jeongin’s face flushes red. He covers his face with his hands, his huge hands with their stupidly long fingers.
“Ah. Yes. I did. Are you upset?”
“Am I up- Am I upset?” You’re incredulous. “One of the hottest men I’ve ever seen and one of my Alphas wanted me during his rut and you think I’m upset?”
“Okay, to be fair. You didn’t seem too thrilled about the idea of my rut to begin with.”
“I was new to the pack!”
“You’d been with us for three months!”
“Like I said, new!” He huffs and knocks you onto your back, laying across you in the way you’ve seen the others do to him.
“Why did you come to talk to me about it?” You flush at his question and you can hear his little chuckle. The members joke that he learned how to be mischievous from Minho and Seungmin, and you’ve never seen it more than right now.
“Oh? I see.”
“Don’t be mean.”
“Minho hyung says you like when people are mean.”
“Minho said what?!”
“I’m kidding, he refused to tell us what you two got up to, but now I know that I’m not too far off.” You grab a pillow from behind your head and smack him with it. He moves himself until your noses are touching and smiles at you. You smile back and poke around his face until your finger lands in a dimple.
“You want me to fuck you, is that it?” His voice is soft, low, because of how close he is to your face and he smirks when your scent fills the room. 
“You do?” You nod at him and he tuts.
“Minho’s taught you better than that.” You huff and pout at him. He laughs and kisses you.
“I’ll let you get away with it because you’re cute.” You beam at him and he smiles back.
He starts with kissing you, because of course he does. It’s soft and sweet and a little hesitant and it’s similar to the way you’ve seen him kiss Yongbok, but different from the way you’ve seen him kiss Seungmin and you’re struck with the realization that he sees you as something soft and precious. That he’ll hold you with the same amount of delicacy he uses to hold Felix and your heart stutters in your chest for a minute.
“Baby? What’s wrong?” He’s pulling away, looking at you with wide eyes as your scent changes. “Did I hurt you?” You shake your head at him, pulling him close for a hug for a minute as you calm yourself down.
You’ve never had a pack before, your culture has moved away from it. You had to move from your family for school and since then you’ve been relatively alone. It’s been a while since you’ve felt loved, and when you’re faced with the sheer amount of it the eight of them have to give it overwhelms you every time. He hasn’t hurt you, it’s the opposite.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Ah, I see. Hyungs’ said you might cry a little. That’s okay. Do you want to stop?” You shake your head at him, answering with a verbal “no” after he stares at you pointedly. You lean in to kiss him again and he responds with the same gentleness he did before and you can feel yourself slicking up in your pants. You hear him take a sharp inhale and then you feel his grip tighten where his hands were resting on the side of your face and neck.
“Jesus, I can see why hyung keeps you to himself all the time. You smell so fucking good.” He stops kissing you to start making out with your neck, you can feel him starting to scent you and you tug at him, whining.
“Innie-”
“Yeah, I know, but-” he cuts himself off with a groan and you can feel his hips press into yours and dear God.
“Is that your leg?”
“No.” You whine again. There’s no fucking way his dick is that big. You tell him so.
“Well. Prepare to eat your words because it is.”
You huff at him again, and really, he should spend less time around the more sarcastic pack members because his attitude is making your eye twitch. He sees it and smiles mischievously at you before landing a soft peck right below the same eye.
“I’d like to see how you handle Hannie or Seungmin hyung. They’re worse than I am.”
“They also probably move faster than you do.” He grumbles at you at that and gets to work undressing the two of you. He’s sliding his hoodie off when you’re filled with the urge to bite his biceps. They’ve gotten bigger since you’ve been introduced to him and you think it’s crazy because you hardly ever see him work out. Suddenly, there’s a large palm against your forehead and any forward movement you had started is quickly stopped.
“What are you doing?” You can feel your teeth click together as your mouth closes and you blink a couple times.
“Nothing.” He squints at you.
“You were going to bite me, weren’t you?”
“No.”
“You’re a liar!” You’re being manhandled now, and you refuse to go down without a fight. You grab a pillow and nail him in the face with it.
“I am not! I’ve never- don’t pull my hair- I’ve never lied!”
“You’re doing it right- why are your nails so fucking long- right now!”
“Nuh uh!”
“Did you just fucking- ow! What the hell?” You finally manage to get your teeth on his arm and it’s just as great as you imagined it would be. Your victory is incredibly short lived because between one second and the next Jeongin has you pinned to the bed. Your cheek is pressed against the mattress and he has your arm twisted in a way that’s mildly uncomfortable, but that’s overshadowed by how you can feel him pressed against you to keep you pinned. He’s all lean muscle and you can feel where his shoulders press against yours and where his cock is pressed against your ass and if you tilt your hips just right, you can feel him brush against your slick hole.
“Oh? Does my pretty Omega want something?” You can hear the laughter in his voice. You can also hear how it’s dropped three octaves and you can feel it rumbling from his chest. You can feel how his cock is starting to leak against your skin.
“Jeongin-”
“I think,” he grabs your other arm, pinning your wrists at the small of your back, “that if you want anything you should beg for it.”
“Innie, you’re not being fair-”
“I’m not being fair? You bit me. I have you pinned. If you want anything from me, you’re going to have to work for it.” You turn your head into the mattress and let out a small sob, wiggling a bit in Jeongin’s hold. His hands loosen on your wrists and he lifts his weight off of you enough that you could get out if you wanted to. Minho did this too, gave you signals with his body to let you know that it was okay to not want it, the problem is that you do. You like how Jeongin has you pinned, and you like the humiliation that’s going to come with begging for it.
He notices you haven’t moved and so his grip tightens on your wrists again. You feel the chuckle he lets out as he presses his weight down onto you again and you know your scent must be doing something because he inhales with his nose pressed straight against your neck.
“Get to begging, baby. I have all night.” You whine at that, wiggling and trying to push your hips back against his to fuck yourself onto his cock, but he pulls his hips back, readjusts until you couldn’t reach his cock unless you dislocated something and he laughs at you.
Jeongin does have all night, it turns out, because you spend a considerable amount of time with your forehead pressed into the mattress trying to will the shame that comes with wanting out of your body. At one point, he asks you if you’re alright, dropping the act for a bit and when you respond he resorts to taunting you.
He’s doing it now, taking his ridiculously large dick in his hand and gathering some of the slick that’s leaked between your legs to jerk it. You can hear the wet noises it’s making and you can’t help but think of how much louder it would be if he were actually fucking you. It turns out that your Alpha was thinking the same thing because he starts talking, and each word chips away at the lump in your throat.
“Fuck, you smell so good, baby. Your slick is so warm, I bet it’d be warmer if I got it straight from the source, yeah? What do you think? You’re leaking so much you’ve made a wet spot on the bed, maybe I should fuck that instead, since you wanna be stubborn.” You whine in response.
“No? You don’t want me to do that? I think I should. Or should I just finish on your back?” Your next answering whine is more of a wail.
“Oh, I see. You’re a little cumwhore is that it? Want me to come inside of you? Hmm? Get our Omega pregnant?” You moan this time, drooling onto the sheets. Jeongin grabs your head and turns it to the side so he can see you better, or so that you can see him and how he’s about to waste his cum on you instead of in you. The drool smears onto your cheek and you can feel your eyes start to well up with tears because you know he’s close.
“Please.” It escapes from you in a pathetic whimper and the hand that was stroking his cock pauses.
“What was that? I don’t think I heard you.” You know he did, but you also know that if you don’t repeat yourself and beg good enough he really will make good on his promise to finish on your back and leave you there.
“Innie, Jeonginnie, please. I want- I want-”
“Want what? Hmm? A slice of cake, a new Minecraft update?” You huff at his mocking, but it’s too wet to really hold any weight, and you can feel your lip wobbling, so you’re not surprised when what you say next is more of a sob than anything else.
“Your cock. Jeongin, Alpha, please. You said you wanted me during your rut, don’t you want me now?” It’s a low blow, and even through your desperation you know that, but you’ll do what it takes to get him to finally stick his huge dick in you.
“Oh, baby. I do. Don’t worry.” His fingers are searching for your entrance, stretching you out just enough for it to not burn too bad, but you’re so wet, and both of you are so needy, you know that you’ll just have to deal with the pain of not preparing for his stupid dick later because you want it now.
“Then,” he made the mistake of letting go of your wrists to grab your hip instead, and you ball your hands into fists and hit the bed in frustration, “why aren’t you fucking me?” He huffs a laugh.
“All that and you’re still giving me trouble? You’re lucky you’re cute, Omega. So lucky.” You start to kick your feet at him but you’re stopped by the fact that he’s slowly starting to push into you, making a home for himself inside your body and slowly forcing the breath from your lungs.
It burns, and you expected it to with how unprepared you were, but it feels good and you don’t care so that will have to be a later-you problem.
“Jesus, you feel so good, baby. Better than I imagined.” He starts a rough rhythm right off the bat, and you’re needy enough that it doesn’t bother you, besides, you’re pretty sure he was edging himself earlier, so he’s entitled to this.
“Felix hyung and I talked about it, you know. When I was in rut. You left.” The last part comes out as a soft growl, and he coughs to get himself in check before pressing a soft kiss between your shoulder blades.
“You left and I thought about how warm you’d feel inside. Felix wondered too, said he wanted to know how sweet you were.” You hear him chuckle. “Y’know I got him to come untouched from just talking about you, pretty baby?”
You gasp, letting out a shuddery moan at that, and you hear Jeongin laugh above you. You were already halfway to delirious with how good he was fucking you- hard enough to shake the bed and bang the headboard against the wall- but something about knowing that the pack wants you always makes you just that much wetter, always makes your head that much lighter, so you can’t help but clench down around his cock and get everything around you soaked with more of your slick.
“Jeonginnie, Alpha, I- please- I want to-”
“Yeah, yeah, go ahead, baby. I won’t make you beg for this one.” He presses himself down against your back, knocking your knees out from under you so you’re flat against the bed and have nowhere to go, nothing to do but take it.
“The next one, though. I make no promises.”
The new angle has you going dumber than you were before and you can feel Jeongin’s breath in puffs of hot air against your neck. You whine at him, moaning as you’re trapped underneath his body and when you come it’s with white spots dancing across your vision. You’re just coming down when you feel him start to pull out and you surprise both yourself and him with the growl that comes out of you.
“Yang Jeongin, so help me God if you do not come inside of me-” He shuts you up by doing just that, bullying his knot into you until it pops and rolling the two of you onto your sides so you’re not laying in the multiple spots of wet that have stained his sheets.
“You’re bossy.” It’s said against your hair while his stupidly big hands come up to massage the crick in your neck that’s finally made itself present. “How do you get away with that when you’re with Minho hyung?”
“I listen to him. Mostly.” He pinches you, you pinch back. You sit in silence for a minute.
“Was it good? Or, as good as you imagined?” You try not to sound insecure as you say it, but you know that you’ve probably missed the mark.
“Better. Way better.” He kisses the spot he was just massaging and winds his arm around your middle. “Nap time. You’ll need your energy when I get you back for being a little shit.”
“I wasn’t.” He scoffs at you.
“Yeah, sure. And my name is Chan.”
“Hi, Chan, how are you?”
“Cancel what I said earlier. The second we aren’t locked together anymore I’m kicking you out.” You laugh at him.
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maximumkillshot · 5 months
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"I Can't Lose You" Part 3
Warnings: This one is bad... Like bad bad. Uhm so please pay attention to these warnings. *Brings out a scroll with a solemn face.* Descriptions of Blood, Emergency medical procedure explainations, Shock, Grief, Chan gets shoved once, (IF YOU WANT NO SPOILERS AND KNOW YOU CAN HANDLE THE FIC CONTINUE) Child Loss, Descriptions of miscarriage.
Pairing: Bangchan x Reader
Characters: OC Doctor, Stray Kids, Reader
A/N: I know the cut is very high up but I needed to be sure that it wouldn't trigger someone would get triggered by the story. I am so sorry I am doing this to y'all. But here we are. Enjoy getting your heart ripped out? I guess. IF YOU WANT MORE TELL ME!
Also remember, this is a fan fic. All of the boys are so sweet IRL.
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Previously:
You looked at Bin and Han and begged them to stay. Both of them looked at the doctor and said that whatever was happening, they weren't leaving. The doctor could see that you really needed them and as long as they were not in the way, it didn’t matter whether they were here or not. 
After the nerve block and the procedure, the doctor cleaned you up and draped a warm blanket over you, while the nurses hooked up a transfusion and closely monitored you. The doctor asked for Bin in the hall while Han went right back to your hand without the IV in it, so he could hold it properly.
Bin tried to ignore it during the procedure but the look that the doctor had on his face when he was doing the preliminary exam was haunting. Whatever he was called out here for… it wasn’t good.
NOW:
Once both Bin and the Doctor were in the hall and closed the sliding door separating you from the bustling main hallway, Bin got that feeling again. That sick feeling that something was wrong. The doctor looked like he was trying to stay professional. 
It was then that Bin noticed the doctor's wedding ring. He wondered to himself if the doctor was like Bin. So deep in love that seeing anyone else doesn’t just feel blasphemous, but it’s so out of the question it’s nauseating. The doctor began.
“Are you her husband?” He asked.
“No…” Bin replied. He could feel the bile rising in his throat with that one question. He immediately thought, If I was this never would’ve happened.
“Are you family?” The doctor looked at him.
“Yes. Are they okay?” Bin looked at the doctor.
“She lost a lot of blood, through something called a hemorrhage. It’s a rare complication especially this early on. She wouldn’t have made it if this happened at home. But it’s under control now.” the doctor said. He seemed to be trying to be as sympathetic as possible, making the next question sting more.
“Okay, and the baby?” Bin asked as he was trying to hold on to the possibility, some shred of hope that you and the baby were okay. He didn’t want the answer to be…
“I’m sorry.” The doctor slowly shook his head as he bowed his head slightly. The doctor looked guilty, like this was the worst part of his job, not being able to save someone. 
“How? Why?” Bin asked as it felt like his heart twisted. He didn’t know how you were going to get through this. He knew you too well. He knew that the pain you were about to feel, the emotional pain, would spell your demise... Bin couldn’t wouldn’t let that happen. 
“There is a cause-and-effect relationship that stress, extreme traumatic stress, like what you described, can cause a mis--” “Please don’t finish that word.” Bin pleaded with tears in his eyes. That word. He’s never hated a word in his life, until now. A word like that, even the word Death is kinder. To die you need to have lived in the first place, breathe air, feel emotions, like happiness, fear, love… None of those things happened for your child, through no fault of their mother. The same woman he’s staring at, the very same woman he always stared at. 
“The fact that she went through the shock as well as the prolonged stress after that shock, and didn’t have any previous symptoms of that happening prior to that, rules out all of the other options.” he paused and looked at his ring. Bin could tell what he was thinking, the doctor’s jaw tight, I could never dream of doing that, then continued, “You know her better than I do. Will she need something to calm her down?”
“Yes… but I don’t think she’ll accept it.” Bin looked back at you and Han. You looked so out of it. Like you were and were not there simultaneously. He has never seen you like this. From what he could see it looked like Han was doing his best to distract you. He was playing with your fingers as he joked. 
It was convincing enough to relax you, but Bin knew better. His eyes are always so expressive, if he's genuinely relaxed, his eyes show it. Bin could tell that Han was many things at this point in time, and worry free was not one of them. 
“Would you like to tell her?” the doctor asked. That question made Bin think a little bit. If he did tell you, he didn't know if you'd believe him. It's easier to ignore reality when the person breaking the news isn't a doctor. You'd accept it if it came from the doctor. 
“She’ll believe it if you say it… Just have the medicine on standby. Also, what do we do to help her? What’s next?” He asked.
“Well like I said her bleeding was extensive... I want to keep her for at least a full 24 hours, in case the bleeding starts again. I’ll also arrange for her to meet with the OBGYN during that time as well, to make sure we got all of the tissue out, that way there’s no chance of another hemorrhage or infection. Sounds like a plan?” The doctor asked.
“Yes… thank you." Bin took a deep breath before he went in, the doctor trailing behind him. 
The doctor closed the sliding door as Bin looked at you, then at Han briefly. He lowered the guardrail and made eye contact with Han, who mirrored his actions shortly after. 
“Mrs. Y/L/N” the doctor began but you cut him off. 
“My baby. Please tell me my baby’s okay… please,” the urgency written on your face. 
Han's eyes were set on Changbin. The minute you asked that question, Bin lowered his head, jaw tight, and tears were already beginning to form. When Bin looked at Han, he already knew. 
The doctor looked at you and said “I...I’m so sorry.” 
Your face showed nothing but confusion… you had just gotten the first ultrasound. You had it done a week ago. No, you saw your baby.
“Y/N” Bin asked gently. He saw the look on your face, and it killed him. Seeing your brain reach for any other outcome other than the one right in your face. He tucked some stray strands of hair behind your ear as he watched and waited for the understanding to reach your face, it didn’t.
“No, it can’t be, I just got the ultrasound done. No,” you replied.
Han and Bin looked at each other. Han's eyebrows dipped, as he processed and tried to brace for impact. Bin on the other hand, was willing himself to take a step back, knowing that you needed to hear this. It had to get through, that's the only way you could start healing. 
The doctor looked solemn as he said, “Mrs. Y/L/N I could tell that you were and still are contracting. The reason why your body is doing it, from what I can discern, is because your body went through extreme stress and emotional trauma, when that happens this early, your body rejects the pregnancy. That does not mean that this is your fault, it's the opposite. It’s completely out of your control.”
Bin could see the cogs turning in your brain as you slowly started shaking your head. Reality starting to seep in. Bin wished that you didn't have to go through this. That you got the fairytale ending without the heartbreak. That you didn't have to face the death of your own child. That pain, anguish, and suffering. 
The doctor continued, “There is an even rarer condition in which the body rejecting the pregnancy ends in a condition called a hemorrhage. It’s a technical term for excessive bleeding, in this case, it happened because your body is trying to expel the tissues in your cervix. Because it was so sudden, your cervix didn’t have time to open. When I examined you, you weren’t even at half a centimeter dilation, and all of that tissue was trying to be expelled. That was why I had to do that procedure, to get the tissue out so bleeding could be minimized. I’m so sorry… but you had a miscarriage.”
Once that word was said the scream that you let out was something that Han nor Bin have ever heard in their lives. It was soul-crushing. Both of them could hear your heart breaking, shattered on the ground. Bin and Han wanted nothing more than to pick up those pieces and fix it. They knew that they couldn't, this is a hurt they can't fix.
Han held you as you screamed, begged, pleaded… You looked at Bin. “Bin please, look at me. Please tell me it's not true… Please you don’t lie to me, I know you'll tell the truth pleeease.”
Bin looked at you, “I can’t tell you it’s not true. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” The look of devastation on his face only sealed the fact. Bin has never lied to you so why would he start now? Especially with something as serious as whether or not you had a miscarriage. 
The look that painted his face, brows upturned as his eye contact was nothing short of empathetic. You could tell he wanted to lie. 
He wanted it to be false, that it was just some freak minor bleeding… that the baby was okay…he wanted it so badly… but you can't want something into existence. 
That realization hit you in a split second as the monitors that were connected to you, measuring vitals, started going off. You could feel nothing but pain. The involuntary gnawing, pulling pain. The blood, the cold from lack of blood in your body…The physical agony was nothing compared to what you felt in that split second. 
Your heart rate was literally too fast for you to register, pain surging through you as comprehension slammed into you like a tsunami. The baby is gone. Your baby. Your heart rate was through the roof and the doctor went to your IV.
“Y/N I’m going to give you something to calm you down okay? Your heart can’t take this stress, it’ll give out.” The doctor pushed the medication. 
“I want my baby…Bin I want my baby… Han please, my baby.” You sobbed as you held on to Han. 
All Bin could do was say, “I know you do, I’m so sorry. I’m here. I’m sorry.”
Han got on the gurney with you and cradled you. He cried with you. Prayed that it was just a nightmare. Han looked to Bin, only to find him trying to fight the tears that were falling down his face. Bin's soul was hurting for you, bargaining with whatever powers out there, to give himself up for you and your child. He knew it was irrational but if he could've, he would've. 
As soon as the medicine kicked in your breathing started to slow. You still whimpered and cringed as you felt your body bearing down, still shaking slightly and cold to the touch. Han draped his jacket over you, resting you against his chest, singing to you, to calm you. 
Every once in a while reality would crash into you again, you’d reach for Bin. You knew why you did, he was always there. He always understood you on a deeper level. Sometimes he knew what you needed when you didn’t even know you needed it. 
Eventually he pulled up a chair and laid his head on his forearm, hand in yours and close to his lips. as he gently rubbed circles into your hand with his thumb. As soon as you’d squeeze that hand he’d squeeze back as he nuzzled into your hand. His way of letting you know that yes, this is the reality, but he is still here. Wordlessly, endlessly, he’d be here. Sometimes you’d comb your fingers through his hair, the feeling somewhat comforting.  
You were so tired it went down to your bones. Sometimes only mustering a long blink at the pain. Eventually your vitals started looking good enough to transport.
The doctor came in with solemn reverence, like he was intruding on a funeral.“Y/N, we’re going to keep you overnight at the least, you’re going to have a visit from the OBGYN in the morning, okay? We have your bed ready so soon someone’s going to come to transport you.”
You just looked up at the doctor and nodded, “T-thank you” you hiccupped, “Hannie and Binnie are staying with me.”
“I’ve already put a cot in the room for them. I wish I could’ve done more,” he said with a sad smile. Bin got up and shook his hand, thanking him.
As soon as the transport nurses came to get you Bin said “I’ll see you in a bit. I just need to do something really quick.” you nodded and Bin kissed your forehead. He had to go back to the house. He didn’t know why immediately, just that he had to. 
He was on autopilot the entire ride to the house, except for the red lights.  He didn’t need to be strong at those lights. He’d scream where no one could hear him. Letting the pain out as images of you flashed. Smiling, then flashing to the scream you let out. Laughing, then sobbing in that hospital gurney. Cooking with him, to crying on Han. 
His screams were from mourning, pain, and frustration. He mourned the baby and you. The pain for you, the pain of realizing all of the things that you won’t experience. The frustration of not being able to see it before. To protect you, guard you. He wanted to rip something… someone… apart. There. That was the impulse that drove him back to the house.
At the last red light, he breathed deep, not even wanting to. He used whatever force that was left over as he screamed one last time. Everything he did, your child would never experience. Every scream echoed, redoubling the anguish he had for the both of you. Culminating into this, silence as he turned the corner to the house.
To his surprise, all of the other member’s cars were still at the house when he pulled up. When he parked, he looked at the clock on his dashboard, it was 2 a.m. Had it been 6 hours already? 
He felt his adrenaline kick up as he opened the door. He found everyone still wide awake, waiting for answers, but one look at Bin and they gathered what they needed.
Chan walked into the room from the kitchen and his jaw dropped upon seeing him.
“Bin…what happened?” Felix asked gently, hand’s slightly raised, as if approaching a wild animal. The aura on Bin wasn’t his aloof, goofy, self, it was the opposite; dark, threatening, dangerous. Bin’s eyes were trained on Chan, the closer he got, the more Bin felt his resolve slipping… Chan looked at him up and down, concern and horror written on his face. It was only then that Bin noticed he was covered in your blood.
His resolved snapped at that realization, upper lip ticking into a repressed snarl as he breathed “I’m… going to kill you.” He made a B-line to Chan. Felix, Minho, and Jeongin had to hold him back. 
Once Bin realized he couldn’t get to Chan, he screamed, “Was it worth it?! HUH?!!” His veins were popping out under his skin as he struggled to get free, “Was it?! Tell me! You hurt and nearly killed the only person I’ve ever loved. She’s dead inside now, all thanks to you!” More flashes accompanied that sentence, him picking you up and watching you go limp, eyes fluttering.
Felix looked at Bin and said, “What?... Hyung..” Felix's voice trailed off, trying to process what he heard. Felix knew that if he heard Bin correctly…he couldn’t even complete that thought.
Bin’s eyes snapped to Felix and he relaxed to the point where all three let go.
“The doctor said that because of the severe stress and emotional trauma she endured her body rejected the pregnancy.” He bum-rushed Chan and slammed him against the wall, while everyone was either in shock or processing. Felix was the first and only one to try to get Bin off Chan. Changbin was just too strong for the younger man, he ignored Felix as he tried wordlessly to pry Bin away from Chan. 
Bin continued staring into Chan's eyes, “The miscarriage was so sudden, in fact, that she hemorrhaged and almost bled to death because her cervix couldn’t open on its own in time. They had to scrape the tissue out just to stop it from killing her! And she looked at me to see if it was really true because I don’t LIE to her. Then they had to sedate her because her heart was going to give out when she realized that it was true.”
At this point Bin tightened his grip on Chan, “You are lucky that she asked for me to stay with her… If not I would kill you, right here. You are going to stay AWAY until or even IF she ever wants to see you again. I mean it Chan, if you come near her, I will end you. It’s not a threat, it’s a promise.” With that, he dropped Chan and went to the washroom. He washed off as much blood as he could and went to his room to change into spare clothes. He wanted to destroy everything in his room. His keepsakes, his picture frames of the boys all together. There was only one picture frame that he did smash to dust before he left his room… the one of himself and Chan, on Chan’s wedding day. He picked up his bloody clothes, stalked back out to Chan, and threw the clothing at him. 
He was shaking with rage as he said, “To YOU… this could’ve been a game or a thrill, fucking with her heart. But THAT!” he pointed to the clothing, “that is the reality. A child is dead, your child and it almost killed Y/N too. Next time you want to contact her, look at what you did to both of them while you do it.”
Before Chan could say anything Bin was slamming the door shut behind him with such force that the wall itself vibrated. Right as he made it to his car Felix ran to him. “Can I go with you?” he asked.
“I’m not leaving the hospital for the whole night, you know that, right?” 
Felix nodded and got into the passenger seat. The whole ride over Felix couldn’t help but to stare at Bin. He has never seen him like this. So enraged that he was three seconds away from crushing Chris’ windpipe. 
He also noted how Bin didn’t seem to know that he was covered in blood until Chris looked at him. Even now he could see Bin’s grip on the steering wheel was so strong his knuckles were white. He didn’t know exactly what happened in those four hours they weren’t given updates, and Felix knows just by seeing Bin, he never wants to find out. 
As soon as Bin entered your hospital room he heard you say “Binnie?”
Honestly, he could melt every time you call him that.
“I’m back…” he chuckled slightly… “And I brought some sunshine with me…”
The minute he looked into your eyes, you smiled just a little. That was progress. He kissed your forehead as Felix looked you over. 
Felix is like your little brother, so the minute you saw him and he saw you, you both started crying. Han got off the bed knowing Lix would want to be with you for a bit, for both of your sakes. 
This gave Han and Bin time to talk out in the hall.
“How’re her contractions?” Bin asked.
“They’re slower but still strong. The doctor says that it’ll be strong for at least 5 to 10 hours.” Han reported.
“And you? How’re you doing?” Bin asked. He knows Han has anxiety, seeing all of this and being as strong as he’s been is not easy. 
“I’m… Out of all people, Bin.” Han shook his head. Han has known Chan the longest and he would’ve never expected him to do this. 
“I know”
“Please tell me you didn’t hit him.” Han said.
“Nah… She needs me more than I need to beat him to a pulp… I don’t think he’ll be bothering her anymore though.” That’s at least what Bin hopes. Everything is so raw. A little over 8 hours before this you were at a restaurant to celebrate your 3rd anniversary. Now everything was all wrong, a nightmare incarnate and no one can wake up from reality. 
“Hyung… She can’t go back to that house.” Han said as he took a deep breath.
“I know. All I know is that we'll do what she’s comfortable with.”
“Agreed…Bin?” Han asked.
“Yeah?”
“It should’ve been you with her. From the beginning.” Han looked to Bin, a look of understanding and empathy for Bin. Han could always see the way Bin looked at you when no one else was looking. Everything you said would be committed to his memory, even the smallest things like which brand of sesame oil you like best for your bulgogi marinade. 
“I know. That doesn’t mean that I can’t be here for her from now on.”
Han just smiled and both of them went back into the room. 
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skzms · 4 months
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can't stop thinking about domming sub!minho 😵‍💫 imagine he's so deep into subspace he goes non verbal... only whines and soft groans leave his mouth as you warm his cock and continue to suck hickeys onto his skin
friend, me too. I can't get hard!sub minho out of my brain. filthy thoughts under the cut
I want him gagged, but with fabric so he can bite it between his perfect teeth and growl through it. I want him in front of a mirror, hands bound behind his back, face smushed into the sheets so he can see himself while you finger him open. I want him to struggle and growl, but his cock is so drippy, hard and pulsing whenever he realises he can't move. It gets him off so bad.
And eventually he falls, no plummets into subspace, his ass nice and plugged up, you sitting on his cock without moving. He's fucking sweating and his eyes are wild and glassy and his legs are twitching, heels looking for purchase on the sheets. but it's not like he would do anything, no, he's too far gone to even consider disobeying. He's still gagged, the hand bound behind is back are aching but they make his back arch so pretty, making the plug rub against his insides just right.
Your mouth feels like it's everywhere, sucking marks into his collarbones, into the meat of his pecks. You bite and soothe it with your tongue, you suck and nibble and his hips twitch desperately every time, a garbled whimper tearing from his gagged mouth. When you let your tongue swirl over his nipples, the noises he makes become louder, more urgent. They sounds a lot like pleading, desperate prayers to move. You call him a desperate slut and slap him and he just nods and maybe tears up a little bit but you finally ride him, sobs racking through his body.
You take your orgasm from him, riding him hard and without even looking at him. and when you wrap your hand around his throat and tell him to cum and he does so with a scream, his whole body almost levitating off the sheets, pumping you so full it starts dripping out of you before you even move.
he'd be so fucking gone after, sweet baby :( breathing heavy, aftershocks shivering through his body. you have to use all your strength to turn him over to untie his hands. would kiss you wordlessly, like a man starved, when he's ungagged, lips still not entirely working right so it's messy and wet, but neither of you care. definitely needs to have a bath after, with you rubbing his aching wrist. give him a lazy handjob in the hot water while you do it and he will be the happiest man alive.
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chnsbm · 1 year
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spark you up
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PAIRING: stoner!changbin x fem!reader
GENRE: mature themes - drug use - suggestive
WARNINGS: drug use (weed)
WORD COUNT: 2.3K
SUMMARY: You go to your favorite plug's house to get some weed but the night takes an unexpected (but very pleasant) turn...
chapter two
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You fast-walked down the usual alley that you took as a shortcut whenever you were running late. You hadn’t taken this route in a while. You only had one reason to come to part of the city and it was to cop off your usual (and favorite) plug which you hadn’t been able to do recently. You were in an uncharacteristically good mood which you blamed on being excited to try the new strain you’d heard about. It had nothing to do with the more than average looking drug dealer you’d go across the city to see. Definitely nothing to do with that.
binnie 💨 : you're always late wyaaaaa
binnie 💨 : hurry up or I'm giving your bag to someone else
binnie 💨 : going..... going...
You breathed out a laugh through your nose, quickly putting in your pass code and opening up your messages app, typing a quick response.
★ you ★ : relax I'm walking up nooooow
Shoving your hand back in your coat pocket, you crossed the street immediately making eye contact with the man you came to see. He was sitting on the bench on his front porch where he usually sat when he was waiting for customers. He had a tray on his lap, covered in bud of various shades of green, rolling what looked to be a fifth joint. Five joints not including the one tucked behind his ear, but knowing him, he probably forgot about that one. Changbin finished up and put the joint between his lips before shooting a wide smile in your direction.
He moved the tray from his lap as walked down his front steps to unlock the gate. As he did so he welcomed you with open arms. You happily accepted the hug, wrapping your arms around his middle. Inhaling the scent of smoke and light body wash you took notice of how he felt in your arms. Warm and strong, as he pulled you tight against his chest which seemed to get more firm everytime you visited.
"Welcome back, traitor." he said softly into your hair.
You laughed out loud, swatting at his arm as you rolled your eyes at his accusation.
"You went on vacation!" you retorted. "I had to get my weed from somewhere."
"Yeah yeah," he answered, pulling away from your embrace in mock hurt. Putting the joint from his mouth in his pocket he signaled for you to let yourself in.
“Whatever you say, cheater!” he shouted after you.
You chuckled as you made your way into his home. It always surprised you how mostly absent the smell of weed was on his first floor. For someone who made a living dealing with such a substance you’d expect the scent to linger in every corner of every room but his living room was tidy and smelled mostly of air freshener.
"You waitin’ for Bin?” said a voice from your left. You almost didn’t see him in the dark living room but the light from the TV illuminated him enough for you to see him for a few moments at a time. Sitting slumped on a bean bag in the corner was a vaguely familiar 20-something male with one arm tucked under his head and the other shoved in the pocket of his hoodie. He removed his hand from his pocket revealing a dab pen that he took a pull from, blowing the smoke-like vapor through his nose. You were pretty sure you’d smoked with him before, but couldn’t place when.
Before you could respond to the almost-stranger, Changbin did.
"Ji, Don’t creep on my customers.” Changbin’s voice came from behind you as he closed and locked his front door. He stepped between you and the male in an almost possessive motion even though his friend was more than 10 feet away from you.
“So touchy.” His friend mocked with a wide grin. “I was just asking a question.” the vaguely familiar stranger responded, sitting up so he could hold up his hands in defense. Changbin rolled his eyes.
“Sure you were.” he responded before turning his attention back to you. You didn’t get too good of a look at him outside but now, standing a few feet from you, you were able to take in his full appearance. He was casual in his gray sweats, a beanie, and a plain white tee but the way the shirt fit on his chest and arms was very…distracting.
“You good?”
You hadn’t realized how long you’d been looking at his chest but it was long enough for him to take notice. He bit back a smirk waiting for your response, thoroughly enjoying your inner turmoil at being caught.
“Yeah. Sorry, I’m a little tired. Work ya’ know..” you lied.
“Uh huh.” He nodded, clearly not buying it but also not pushing further as he slid past you up the stairs gesturing for you to follow him. The smell of weed got stronger with each step towards the second floor. A stark contrast to the first, but a welcome aroma to you. A silent promise of what's to come.
“You know; you can come up here by yourself, if you want. You don’t have to wait for me.” he said, pushing the door to his room open. It looked just as you remembered it last, save for the half unpacked suitcase in the middle of the floor. It always seemed to be in various states of disarray but he always knew where everything was somehow. Laptop? Under his dresser by the wall. Favorite hoodie? In the target bag hanging on the door knob. Lighter? A couple on his desk, three in a couple hoodie pockets, and several spread across multiple bookbags. It was the definition of organized chaos. Picking up the joint he left lit on the ashtray on his bedside table, he hit it before passing it to you and motioning for you to have a seat on his bed.
You placed your bag down, rummaging through it to look for your wallet. “Nah it's okay, I don’t mind waiting.”
It was his turn to chuckle. “You know I trust you, you don't have to do that.”
He did have a point. You’d seen where he kept his weed more times than you could count. He’d even alluded to keeping most of his money somewhere in his closet once. If you wanted to steal from him, you easily could. There was no reason for him to bring someone this deep into his personal space unless he trusted them.
You put the rolled joint between your lips taking a long pull before holding it and coughing it back out almost immediately.
“You alright there, baby lungs?” He teased as he set a large duffle bag onto the bed.
You ignored the way your heart fluttered in your chest at the nickname as you coughed out a “fuck you” in response making him chuckle.
Unzipping the duffel bag, he opened it up to reveal multiple vacuum sealed bags containing various strains of your favorite plant. Each one labeled and color coded so it was easy to tell the sativas from the indicas at first glance. Cleaning his room was too much for him, but he definitely was organized when it came to his money.
“You wanted a quad, right?” He asked without looking up.
“Yes, please and thank you.” You answered, scooting back a bit so you could lay back on his pillows. The light coming through the window made the sheets warm to the touch like they were inviting you into their warm embrace. An invitation you may have accepted under different circumstances.
He thumbed through the labeled bags until one caught his eye. “Ah! There you are.” he exclaimed before tossing a smaller bag toward you onto the bed. “Sour Diesel, as requested.”
All the bags in his duffle had the names of the strains written on them, but the bag he handed you was marked with your name. It was also color coded differently from the rest.
“Wow, 5 stars for the customer service.” You chuckled running your thumb over your sharpied name on the bag. “You personalize all the bags?” you questioned, taking another drag from the almost-finished joint and passing it to him. You couldn’t remember him doing this before, but then again you were high when you saw him and he was often low on bags so he sometimes just used whatever was laying around to get you what you needed.
He shrugged taking the joint. “Nah not really. Just felt like doing that to yours. If you throw in an extra five I’ll even put stickers on it.” Pulling his computer chair forward to sit on, he took a long drag from the joint and put it out in the ashtray beside him.
You snickered at his joke but couldn’t help latching onto his nonchalance. It didn’t feel genuine.
“Uh huh,” you began, using his previous words against him. “Or you just missed me.” You teased in a sing-song tone, crossing your arms over your chest in triumph. “Must suck to like me so much.”
He didn’t acknowledge your light taunt, except for the small smile that tugged at his lips. I’ll take that as a win you thought.
“You wanted to smoke right?” he asked, changing the subject while letting smoke come out from his mouth with every word. Before you answered he pulled the five of the six joints you counted before out from his pocket.
“All that's for us?” you questioned incredulously. You were definitely a smoker but you figured when you agreed to match you’d be matching him one for one. All the weed you had was what he just served you which you figured was only about 8 joints worth. Plus you knew that 6 joints would have you high out of your mind. Especially with the strains he usually got in.
“Yeah, why?” He skillfully put a new joint between his lips, lit it and took a drag, exhaling smoke with his next sentence. “You got work or something?”
You chuckled at his reasoning. To him, the only problem with smoking 6 joints would be if you had work in the next couple hours. Not that 6 joints was a lot to smoke in one sitting.
“No, but the only weed I got is the we-” you began to explain before he waved away your apprehension.
“Don’t touch your shit, that’s for you.” he responded, passing you the joint. “I got you tonight.”
You chose to look at the joint he was passing you instead of him. If he had looked you in the eyes while telling you that, your face may have betrayed you again. Your cheeks definitely would. You could already feel them warming up, so you chose to take another long drag of the bud as a distraction.
You smoked for what felt like hours. Talking about this and that was easy with Changbin sober, but even more entertaining when he was high. His usual animated demeanor being replaced with a far more laid back one. Still animated, but animated in slow motion almost. You enjoyed teasing him in this state. Pretending that you didn’t see that time he caught his phone RIGHT before it had fallen into a sewer grate, or insisting you didn’t remember when he beat you in mario kart 6 games in a row, just to see him slowly sit up to defend himself and slump back into his chair complaining of being too high for this, promising to get you proof when he was more clear headed.
You talked about his vacation too. It was less of a vacation and more of a work trip. He had flown out to re-up from his connect. His guy had some new shit he wanted Changbin to start selling so he’d flown out to meet him and stock up. How he got it on the plane and back in the city was beyond you but he managed it.
“Lucky you, getting to take a work trip to California.” You said now fully laying in his bed, left arm tucked behind your head.
Changbin followed your lead, now lying beside you in a similar arrangement to yours. Both of you facing the ceiling as you passed the last joint around. He was very upset about losing one until you reminded him of the one behind his ear. The smile he gave you would have weakened your knees if you’d been standing.
“Well I mean I did have to work. Not much, but I did.” he insisted, watching the smoke spiral from his own lips upward into the air. “Still sounds fun. I’m jealous.” you commented.
He propped himself up on his elbow, turning toward you.
“I mean..” he hesitated, which was very unlike him. He was always very blunt and unabashedly himself. Saying exactly what was on his mind with no reservations in the pursuit of honesty.
“You …could come with me next time?” He looked away from you, turning his attention to the patterns on his sheets, opting to trace his finger over the design than meet your gaze on him.
“Really?” You asked, sitting up a little in excitement. “I mean you don’t have to, I wasn’t saying that so you c-”
He cut you off again. “I know you weren’t.” he reassured, his smile returning. “I-... Well I’d like it if you came with me. I like having you around.”
This time he met your gaze easily, like that was the most obvious thing in the world. Almost like he knew what his confessions were doing to you.
“Reeeeeeally?” you asked, clearly giddy.
“Uh huh.” he answered, the joint in his hand almost forgotten completely.
“You better stop now before I start feeling special,” you chuckled looking away again. It was your turn to bring your attention to the sheets on his bed rather than him.
“What if I told you that you are?” He almost whispered. His soft tone brings your attention back to him.
You didn’t notice yourself leaning forward. You didn’t notice him doing the same. his lips were inches from yours before three loud bangs against his bedroom door startled you both almost to death.
“Bin! You got customers!”
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part 2 maybe?
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threevracha · 11 months
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omg it's the best thing to imagine. i can literally picture it. channie saying your name repeatedly under his breath and his chest rising up and down rapidly. his eyes closed and head hung off the edge of his chair. and when he's close he gets that lil whiny voice he sometimes does. hsjsjksjdjd i'm so down horrendously. i need him so bad. ugh also think abt cockwarming with channie ugh i just know he would love it.
God I asked you for a meal and you gave me a feast 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 I dont even have what to add I will just keep that thought in my head for the next few days 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
And I agree that chan would love cockwarming bc he finds it very intimate and just loves it
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atlaskrr · 8 months
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Guys idk if I can handle that tecchou scene man ;-; the anime is catching up real quick to the manga and jounos death was alr sad animated and idk how I'll survive hearing THE suegiku sentence voiced and coming out of tecchous mouth. Istg if bone fucks it up...
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hi rj. im tipsy. thinking about felix in a skirt. i hope you understand 🫠
Sam. Sam listen. I think this was way before we ever started interacting with each other but, I had an ancient fic idea revolving Felix in a skirt and, I really hope to write it out fully one day.
The point of that long ramble is that I get you. I understand you.
Felix who gets all shy and bashful when he notices just how much you like when he wears skirts. He's definitely also into as much as you are, though. Lapping up all of your praise and touches like a man starved when you straddle him.
Soft, eager hands fondling as much of you as he can when you start to grind down on him over his pretty, blue skirt. The air around you filled with nothing but his choked moans, and your breathy whispers against him.
"You look so pretty like this, Lixie," and you swear you feel him twitch underneath you. At the petname or the compliment? You're not sure. Not that the reason matters all that much when you can already feel your panties sticking to you and, he looks so dazed just from some dry humping.
You can tell this poor skirt isn't going to make it out unscathed.
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nettlestingsoup · 1 year
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my voice is going to take several days to recover from musicbank i think. that is actually not stray kids' fault, but mamamoo's and enhypen's. i lost the upper range of my voice LONG before stray kids came on.
also i have an nmixx bias now.
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straylaughs · 8 months
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ouhhhh to be crying about levanter in the year 2023,,,
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bbyquokka · 1 year
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imagine the cozy feeling of a chilly christmas morning on the living room while getting drilled by changbin and the grinch plays in the background
a-anon, pls 😳
you'd complain of the living room feeling cold, hoping changbin would get you an extra blanket; but he has other ideas.
SMUT BELOW CUT – MDNI
grunts from behind you, changbin struggling to comprehend the amount of pleasure your body provides. his hands gripping your waist so tight, he's sure he's bruised your skin (not like neither of you mind)
he loves looking down at you for whatever position he's got you in, watching you squirm and whimper as he ruthlessly thrusts inside. his hips smacking against yours, your body jolting upwards from how powerful he is.
your face scrunched up, eyes watering, body slick with a thin layer of sweat as nothing but empty moans and pants in the form of his name leave your parted lips.
the movie ‘The Grinch’ becoming a distant sound, the sound of sinful moans and skin slapping against skin, drowning out the movie – the movie changbin suggested to watch.
he couldn't help it though. he couldn't help but want to ‘warm you up’ when you would shiver and complain of the living room being cold, despite the fact that the fire was on and you had a big, fleece blanket around you.
he couldn't help his thoughts from wondering, the urge to warm you up. his thoughts making his blood rush south. when you told him that you felt cold, this wasn't what you expected changbin to do; but you're not complaining.
you'd claw at him, scratch his arms, back and chest. bite his neck and shoulders, leaving behind purple marks. It's too much for your body to take in. your mind foggy, the only thing you can concentrate on is the sheer amount of pleasure changbin provides; it's overwhelming but so good that you don't want it to stop.
“oh? you want to watch the movie. sure, be my guest.” changbin picking you up in his strong arms, sitting back on the sofa and positioning you so you're facing the TV, his cock buried deeper inside you from the new position, making you shiver and feel fuller.
“dont stop moving though. im sure you're capable of doing two things at once, right babe?”
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june-again · 9 months
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me when my bestie decided to download genshin and i was gonna sleep but now I'm waiting for the text that says "yeah this ain't really my thing haha"
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That poly chanlix askhas me in a chokehold that I won't be getting out of for a while. The amount of angst and yearning you could get out of this.
Chan starting to get in his own head after the first time. Felix and reader wanted to give him some space so that he could think about the situation a bit. At first chan thinks that they just feel a bit awkward, but then that turns into thinking they regret it. He would probably start feeling like he took advantage of the vulnerable state they were in.
He starts to distance himself and avoids them because he is scared of making them uncomfortable. Eventually Felix and reader notice something is wrong and sit down with him to talk about it. He just starts rambling about how he is sorry and that he never meant to overstep any boundaries. When they tell him that they loved it and want to do it again, he is so happy he could cry.
But then there is more angst once they all start catching feelings. Chan doesn't want to push in on theyre relationship and felix and reader are both scared that a confession would jeopradize theyre own relationship. Chan would probably let it slip out how much he loves them during aftercare one night (cause he's sappy like that)
There would be kissing and tears and hugs and just aahztfbudyxghtg
you can find the poly chanlix ask here
anon, are we sharing a brain cell??? i was thinking exactly this. there is so much potential for everyone torturing themselves by overthinking what happened and what might have gone wrong and what could go wrong in the future. but none of them can get enough of each other and they keep seeking each other out bc despite their fear of ruining things they find so much comfort in each other and they know this could be the perfect fit, not just sexually but for an entire romantic relationship too.
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thornedtoad · 10 months
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I may not have liked the new comeback, but at least everybody had good hair, which isn't something I can say about just about any skz comeback since God's Menu I think
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