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soobnny · 1 year

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kiss me — lee minho.

trope. established relationship. just fluff and a lot of making out. minho is needy

synopsis. your favorite genre of lee minho is when he’s needy and begging for your kisses after a long exhausting day

word count. 1.4k words

warnings. kind of suggestive but not rly ? just lots of kissing so neck kisses and making out but nothing more

note. i can’t defend myself im sorry minho’s lips r just so pretty and kissable that i had to write about it

You think your favorite genre of Lee Minho is when he’s needy.

He barely makes an appearance, but when he does, he always takes you by full force. It doesn’t help that with this neediness comes a softness that had always been in the boy, but rarely showed.

Now that you’re dating, though, this intertwine of softness and neediness shows a little more often than when you were tiptoeing the thin, undistinguishable line between friends and lovers. It’s different from the care he displays to his friends, where he’s teasing, but you know he’s listening. It’s not quite like the one he shows his family either.

With you comes a particular softness that’s reserved for you only.

Like right now.

It’s an odd hour in the night, just close to midnight when he comes home. It’s the nth time he’s complaining about practice, sputtering loud whines about how coming up with the choreography had taken a much longer time than he had anticipated, stretching practice out longer than usual, and how this could’ve been time to spend with you.

Disdain drips from his tongue as he peels his jacket off of him, shamelessly zipping it down in front of you before tossing it aside in the laundry bin. “Just gonna shower, okay?”

His statement comes accompanied with a kiss to your jaw, and then he’s off to the bathroom.

It doesn’t take long before he’s walking out with wet hair arranged messily over his forehead, and you admit without shame how good he looks shirtless, wearing only a pair of sweatpants with a towel in hand to continue drying his hair.

“Stay awake for me, pretty girl.”

It is with selfishness that Minho asks you to stay up for just a little longer as he searches for a plain shirt to wear to bed. How could he not act on it? He had been thinking of kissing you hours ago, and he couldn’t wait until morning to feel your lips against his.

“Mkay…” He smiles at your persistence to stay awake for him, that gentleness peeking just a little as he takes a mental note of the way you scrunch your nose to keep your yawn in. He’ll save this memory to think about if practice runs a little too long again tomorrow.

The whiff of his laundry detergent is strong enough to peel your eyes open as he places himself beside you on his bed, and automatically, his arm makes its way around your waist.

You wonder what his motive is – it seems like he’s expecting something from the way his fingers tap at your hip, and the way it seems like he’s holding himself back from doing something. But Lee Minho is an impatient man, and it only takes about two minutes before he’s tugging at your shirt, sporting a feigned pout.

And then it all clicks.

You know this is his way of asking you to sit on his lap. Lee Minho has always been much more comfortable with showing his love through acts of service, however, he is still a man in love and in need of physical touch from the one person that matters the most in his life from time to time.

And years of knowing him would teach you that he has always had trouble with voicing his more physical concerns as he has never been outwardly touchy. Those years have also taught you of his little hints.

Like right now, when he’s tugging at your shirt.

A relieved sigh escapes his lips when you finally comply. Especially when most of the time you’d let him fight for it, enjoying the way his face would glow in heftiness over your demands of him telling you what he wants – but you really don’t think he’s in the mood.

He must’ve been so exhausted after practice to allow his neediness to make an appearance, even to the point of a whine almost spilling at his lips when you don’t respond to his tugging right away.

But you’re on his lap now, and that’s what matters the most to him. His hands immediately hike up your shirt, fingers sliding through your bare skin to claim their home in the curves and slopes of your body, the ones he’s memorized all too well.

“My needy boy is so cute.” You giggle.

There’s teasing laced in your voice when he leans down to comfortably rest his head on the crook of your neck, taking your hand and dropping it on his head as a sign for you to run your hand through it.

“Shut up.” Minho grumbles in response, fingers tracing little patterns over the skin he can reach.

He hums in satisfaction when you tug at his hair, the way he likes it, and you feel the ghost of a smile form on his face. When he lifts his hips up, you know it’s another hint that he wants you to move closer than you already were.

“Want me to kiss you?”

“Don’t make me say it.” He groans as he peels his head from your neck, lips moving to press against yours the moment you mention it but you move away just as quickly, dodging away from his kiss.

“So, you don’t want me to kiss you?” Minho’s groans grow louder, grip tightening on your waist gently to tell you what he wants. “(Name), please.”

“Sorry, sorry.” You laugh quietly, leaning forward this time to place a wet peck on his lips.

The simple gesture makes him fumbly, fingers moving to stroke your back before coming back down to caress your waist. Lee Minho is always so vulnerable when you kiss him like that, hands feeling him up after long hours at practice.

He looks at you with so much fondness beneath his hooded eyes before he makes a move to drag his lips down your neck so you don’t take notice of his unusually red face. His damp hair tickles a little, but you don’t mind – not when the sight of the man sitting beneath you, so hazy and soft, was entirely different to the Lee Minho the world thinks they know.

“You did good today.” You tap the back of his neck to get his attention, and almost immediately he’s looking back at you, at your eyes, then at your lips, and back to your eyes.

His eyes are a little blown out, but you can’t quite tell, not when he’s closing them and leaning in to kiss you. And his lips slot against yours perfectly, like they always do, but there’s more fervor and desperation in the way he’s kissing you right now, tongue running over your lower lip just so he can get more of you.

“Not tired yet?” You mumble against his lips, and he simply shakes his head, only pulling away when he can no longer control his breathing. He has a stupid smile on his face.

He allows himself to look at you for a few seconds, and the sight of your gentle smile and your messy hair and the flush pinkess of your lips, and the way you look down at him – mirroring the same amount of love he feels for you.

A sharp breath leaves his nose at the intimacy of the moment, and he’s hit again with just how much he really loves you that he feels the need to say it out loud. He doesn’t say it enough. He thinks he should work on saying it more.

“Love you.” Minho says it so softly, but in the quiet of his bedroom, you hear it clearly.

“I love you too.”

“You love me too?” He still feels the need to verify, pressing a soft kiss on your shoulder before moving to work their way back to your lips.

“I do. A lot.”

“Hmmm.” The atmosphere is silent when he pulls away from your skin, head tilted back, open-mouthed and eyes hooded as he breathes you in. “Come give me another kiss.”

And you do.

Lee Minho would never admit out loud, but you’ve got him terrifyingly wrapped around your finger.

He is so, so stupidly in love with you, in a lovesick, comforting kind of way and from the way you’re smiling and giggling right now, he considers giving his needy and soft side more screen time in the future just for you.

And only ever for you.

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bbyquokka · 8 months

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chan x fem bodied reader | warnings: 18+ content (mdni!!), breeding kink, mentions of cum play & eating, unprotected sex, | words: 0.3k ~ (379) 🐺ㆍ₊⊹

thinking about how chan would literally risk it all just to breed you. unprotected sex isn't practised, the feeling of fucking you raw is such a good feeling to chan. he loves the way he can feel your velvety yet gummy walls hugging his shaft. he loves how he feels your warmth and your wetness. he loves fucking you from behind (either in doggy or with your face buried in the pillows) because he can see his length glistening with your wetness before disappearing inside you. chan especially loves it when he feels your walls flutter around his length and how after one orgasm, you've gone dumb on his cock. you're forever babbling, incoherent sentences. all chan can make out is “more”, “please” and “chan.” he loves watching you grip onto the sheets like it's a lifeline but most of all, he adores it when you beg for him to cum inside you. it's not safe, both of you know that however, it's a risk you're both willing to take. it's a stupid risk that's heightened due to the heavy amount of hormones and lust that's pumping through each other's veins. but chan loves it when he cums inside you, painting your walls white and flooding your cunt. he loves it when you milk him dry. he loves it when he pulls out and watches his cum drip out of your hole only to be pushed back in with his finger or his cock. you love the sudden warmth of his cum flooding inside your cunt. you love how doe eyed chan gets when he watches it trickle out off you. a little bit of cum play never goes a miss either. pushing it back inside, smearing it around your puffy folds and even daring to eat it. it just makes chan even more feral, pinning you down on the bed and fucking you raw once again. the warmth from your cunt as well as his own fluids hugging his fat cock, making him see stars and feel so fucked out. you'd milk him dry until there is literally nothing left in chan, the oversensitivity of his tip would cause him to sob and plead “no more” but his body (hips especially) would have a mind of their own.

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skzstannie · 18 days

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"Just Breathe"

SKZ -> Minho x GN!reader

genre: exes to ??, hurt/comfort, angsty wc: ~1,200 cw: brief descriptions of a panic attack, reader has claustrophobia but it's not directly mentioned

summary: After a nasty breakup, you're hoping to never see Minho again. However, when your stuck in an uncomfortable situation, Minho is right by your side yet again.

A/N: Well hello again! It's been forever, so I thank you for being so patient. School has been stressful as ever (I'm actually procrastinating as I write this), but I wanted to get something out to you guys even if it's short and kinda shitty (but oh well). I have a few requests, and once school eases up, I'll get right on them! Just want to make sure they're good quality.

Not proofread (oops)

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"What I wouldn't give to live in a different apartment complex right now," you sigh, standing as you wait for the elevator.

The elevators have had a vendetta against you all week, and you've been trying to not let it get to you, but after waiting for the fifth minute with no luck, your patience starts to run a little thin.

Taking the stairs is always an option, however, you live on the 15th floor, and 30 flights of stairs is certainly not for the weak. You would know, as yesterday you took the alternative route. It left you a sweaty mess with sore limbs and blisters on the back of your heels, something you're not looking to experience on the daily.

Finally, the elevator dings, signaling it's arrival, and you pick your bag up from the floor. A load of people step out the elevator, explaining why it took so long to arrive. You step in, turning to press your floor. The doors begin to close, but a hand sticks itself in to the gap before they close all the way. Your eyes narrow at the person before they're even in your view, upset that you're once again behind held up.

All you want is to go upstairs and lay on your couch to take a nap.

What sliver of patience you had left in you quickly diminishes once you see who has stopped the elevator.

Lee freaking Minho, your ex. Things didn't exactly end well between the two of you. There were multiple accusations of cheating going around about the both of you, and neither of you were putting enough trust in the other person. He thought he was the one to end it, and you thought you were the one to end it- so things didn't end on a very concise note. Not that you were complaining; after the blowout fight you two had, you were hoping to never see him again. This was unlikely though, as he lived in the same apartment complex as you.

His eyes widen upon seeing your agitated stance, and he scoffs when you roll your eyes. You hope for a moment he'll just turn around and walk out upon seeing you, but your heat drops when he doesn't. In fact, he has the audacity to even ask you to press his floor.

"17, please," he smirks at you, sarcasm dripping from his tongue.

"What, you can't reach over there yourself?"

"No can do sweetheart, you know I'm not one for unnecessary movements," he snaps back, leaning back against the cool elevator wall.

You scowl at him before relenting, reaching over to press his floor for him.

It's silent for a moment, and you relish in the peace of not having to hear him run his mouth. All good things must come to an end, unfortunately.

"You know, if you keep scowling like that it might stick forever," he comments, crossing his arms over his chest. You once might've fawned at the way his shirt tightens around his chest and arms, but the only emotion you feel now is annoyance.

"I'm sure you know from experience, right?" you shoot back, keeping your head facing forward as to not give him any satisfaction.

Just try to ignore him.

You can see out of your periphery how he rolls his eyes, pulling his phone out of his back pocket to busy himself.

You breath a little easier upon seeing he's going to leave you alone now, and you bring yourself to watch the different floors pass as the elevator goes up.

You watch as you hit floor 10, then suddenly the elevator jerks to a stop. You stumble a bit, not expecting the jolt. The number disappears, and the elevator, once lit with the overhead light, turns pitch black.

Your breathing immediately picks up, and you crouch on the floor to try and ground yourself.

"Y/N?" Minho says, his voice shaky and apprehensive.

"Shut up," you tell him, focusing on trying not to hyperventilate.

"It'll be fine," he says, trying to reassure both you and him, "I'll just press the emergency button, and hopefully they'll have it up and running again soon."

You don't respond. You bring your hands up into your hair, subconsciously tugging at the strands roughly. You squeeze your eyes tightly, anything to distract from the panic bubbling up through your chest.

You feel a hand rest gently on your back, but you immediately push it away. as if it's burned you. Minho's brought out his flashlight from his phone, illuminating the elevator in a soft glow.

"Don't touch me," you rasp out, falling back onto your bottom. You bring your knees up to your chest, burying your head between them.

"You need to calm down, you're going to give yourself a panic attack."

While you'd love to scream at him, tell him that he's not allowed to comfort you anymore. That he's not allowed to tell you what to anymore. That he had his chance to be a good boyfriend, but he threw it away.

You wish you could tell him all those things. Scream in his face, tell him how badly he'd hurt you. He'd hurt you bot only by accusing you of cheating on him, but also with hanging out with your ex-best friend, someone he knew had hurt you very badly in the past, enough for you to cut all ties with her.

While this is what you wanted to do, you know your body needed something different.

Throughout your relationship, Minho was your rock. Through thick and thin, he'd always been there for you. Every accomplishment, every set back. Every celebration, and, in turn, every panic attack. Unfortunately, the latter happened more frequently than you'd like to admit, and he'd gotten quite good over the years at comforting you through them.

So, deciding to listen to what you knew your body needed, you gave in.

"Please just hold me," it came out as a whisper, but Minho had no problem hearing you over the silence encompassing the elevator.

While you were having your own internal battle, Minho was also contemplating his options.

He knew if he held you, if he comforted you, all those emotions he'd suppressed for the last few months would resurface. He'd worked so hard to get his life back on track, all for you to inadvertently ask him to throw it all away.

In his heart, he knew what he needed to do. It was the just the two of you in this elevator, and he'd be a monster to tell you no, especially since he knew what would happen if he did.

So, with that, he quickly dropped down onto the floor. He wrapped his strong arms around you, and immediately you felt the panic begin to subside. It was amazing what this presence could do to your fragile mind in times like these; it never failed to amaze you.

You leaned your head against his chest, taking slow and deliberate breaths to try and slow your heartrate down.

"That's it. You're ok, we'll get out of here. Just breathe." He let his arms tighten around you, and he realizes just how much he missed having you in his arms. How natural it felt for him to comfort you in this way.

"I'll get you out of here."

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hardstraykidshours · 1 year

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distraction

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: hyunjin has had a really bad week and needs to get his emotions out somehow.

length: 3.2k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, hard dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), deepthroating, hair pulling, degradation, praise, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

this week had just not been hyunjin's week. the complete lack of texts or calls during the day told you that today was probably no different. except the second you see the look on his face when he walks through the door to your shared apartment, you can instantly tell that today was different from the rest of the week. today was much, much worse.

you start to cross the room towards him but pause when his shoe gets stuck while he's trying to take it off, resulting in him flinging it halfway across the room while muttering obscenities under his breath.

he looks up at you and notes your frozen posture before loosing a heavy sigh and running his fingers through his hair, a tic you've noticed he does when he's overwhelmed or frustrated. "i'm sorry love, it's just not been a good day."

"it's okay baby, i understand," you say while finishing crossing the room towards him. wrapping your arms around his waist, you pull him into a tight hug. he embraces you back, but doesn't sink into your hold or bury his face in your neck like he usually does. "do you want to talk about it?"

a dry laugh escapes his throat, but you hear no humor in the sound. "that's the last thing i want to talk about right now."

you pull away slightly to look up at him. "can i do anything to help?"

"unless you can time travel back to before i was an idol and tell me to stop before it becomes the biggest fucking nightmare of my entire life, i think i'm good," he breaks your hold on him, brushing past you to head further into the apartment.

his words leave you a bit stunned, so you don't respond for a minute. he loves dancing and performing, and he loves his fans, so you know he doesn't really mean what he said about not becoming an idol. regardless, it still shocked you, because it's the first time he's ever said something so drastic before.

you take a second to compose your shocked expression before turning and heading into the kitchen.

"why don't you go take a shower, and i'll finish making dinner?" you say, trying to keep your voice casual. he clearly doesn't want to talk about work, so maybe reverting back to your normal routine will help him de-stress.

"yeah, fine, whatever," he mutters, more to himself than you, before storming to the bathroom. you grin to yourself at his grumpy behavior, knowing a long, hot shower will help him relax. it always does.

you're just finishing up dinner when you hear the water turn off. a few moments go by, and you look up to see hyunjin standing in the doorway to the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and another draped across his neck that he's using to vigorously dry his hair. your smile quickly fades when you see the lines of tension still visible on his face and through his body. he's deep in thought, definitely about work, and he scrubs a hand down his face, clearly still very frustrated. "it's fucking bullshit," he spits while slamming the side of his fist into the doorframe before stalking across the hall to your bedroom to change.

okay, now you're getting worried. you thought for sure a shower would help him cool off, just like it always does, but all it seems to have done is rile him up even more.

he emerges from the bedroom a few moments later, wearing a fresh t-shirt and gym shorts. he joins you at the table, chair screeching across the floor when he pulls it out with more force than necessary. you tap your leg nervously while he remains silent the entire meal, the tension in the air around him palpable.

finally, he finishes his meal and mumbles a thank you before abruptly standing. he crosses to the living room and plops down on the couch. you think he's going to put on a stupid show or a movie to help turn off his brain and unwind, but when you finish clearing the table you look over and see that he hasn't moved an inch. he's just laying there, staring at the ceiling.

you join him in the living room, sitting next to him on the arm of the couch. you try to run your fingers through his hair, something you know he absolutely loves, but he brushes your hands away.

"jinnie, baby, what's going on? what happened?"

"i told you i don't want to talk about it."

"okay, then what can i do to help you? i know this week's been a nightmare for you, so tell me what you need to feel better," your voice has taken on a pleading tone. you're starting to get a little desperate for anything else to try.

"nothing. it just all sucks, and nothing can change that. i'm really sorry i'm being such an ass tonight. i'm just going to go to bed."

he pushes off the couch and walks away, leaving you feeling helpless. you know he's not acting like this on purpose. he's just overwhelmed with whatever is happening with work and is lashing out, but you wish you could help him. you wish he would let you help him.

he's a wound up ball of energy and frustration, and you don't know what to do. you've tried everything you can think of to help him release all that tension, so he can finally unwind and relax for the evening, but nothing seems to be working.

wait. you haven't tried everything.

when you enter the bedroom you find hyunjin on the bed in the same position he was in on the couch, on his back staring blankly at the ceiling.

you crawl up next to him, pausing when you reach his waist. he doesn't so much as even spare you a glance, but you don't let it deter you. you're going to snap him out of this if it's the last thing you do. reaching forward, you slide his shirt up slightly and plant several warm, wet kisses along his lower abdomen. you don't miss the sharp intake of breath when he feels your warm tongue swirl across his skin. which is why you're shocked when his hands grip your shoulders and pull you away.

"what are you doing?" he looks at you, his gaze still distant, and you can almost see the turmoil waging in his eyes.

"i'm distracting you from whatever is going on in that head of yours," you lean forward once more, tracing your lips across his flesh again. he doesn't stop you, but he also doesn't stop his complaints.

"it's no use baby. like i told you before, there's nothing that's going to make this night better," his mouth is telling you one thing but the growing hardness in his shorts is telling you something entirely the opposite.

you pull back slightly to smirk up at him. "just be a good boy and listen to me so i can make you feel good." you reach for his waistband, but his hand shoots out and encircles your wrist, stopping your movements.

"no." his voice is firm, bordering on cold, and you can't help the shocked expression that crosses your face. before you even have time to question his strange behavior, he continues. "i'm sick and tired of listening to people tell me what to do. it doesn't matter that i'm running myself ragged to do exactly what they asked. it's still not good enough. maybe we wouldn't have so many problems if someone just fucking listened to me for once!"

oh. oh. so that's what's been going on. now that you know the root of the problem, your entire plan shifts slightly.

"i'm listening," you say as you lean back onto your heels, crossing your hands behind you.

he runs a hand through hair and releases a heavy sigh. "i know you are, loves, you always listen, but you know that's not what i mean."

"oh, but i do know," your voice takes on a slightly mischievous tone. "you just don't know what i mean."

"i don't un-" he stops talking when he notices you grab the hem of your shirt and start lifting it.

"i'm listening," you don't break eye contact as you pull the shirt up and over your head.

"to you." one hand moves behind your back, undoing the clasps on your bra.

"to anything you want to say." the corners of your lips tip up into a smile as you slide the straps down your arms.

"and to anything you want to do." you rise up slightly to push your shorts off before settling back on your heels, completely bare except for your panties.

he props himself up on his elbows to look at you. a dark glint enters his eyes, and you can tell his attention is quickly shifting away from work.

"you need to work out all that tension from this week, and i want you to unleash it on me. however you want."

he doesn't say anything in response, just opens and closes his mouth a few times while he keeps staring at you.

"well?"

it's like that one word flicked a switch in his brain because he moves before you can even blink. you find yourself suddenly on your back, his body towering over you, his arms caging you in.

"i'm not in a good headspace right now," he leans down to kiss your neck, and you tip your head back when you feel his warm mouth on your skin.

"i know," you whisper before letting out a soft moan when you feel him suck hard enough to leave a mark.

"i'm not going to be gentle," his teeth scrape across your throat and bright hot arousal shoots through your veins. "i'm going to fuck you and use you until i can't even remember all that stupid bullshit from work."

his dirty words skate across your skin, and you can feel your panties getting wetter by the second.

"good," you mange to say, grinning to yourself.

he pulls away suddenly, moving to stand next to the bed. "roll over," his voice is hard, full of authority and you cant help but think about how much it turns you on.

you quickly oblige, turning onto your stomach and scooting to the edge of the bed when he gestures at you.

"open," he commands while moving his shorts just enough to pull out his hard cock. your mouth practically waters at the sight of him right in front of you. you're so busy staring at his throbbing dick that you don't even realize your mouth is still closed until he's fingers sink into your hair, pulling your head back ever so slightly.

"i said open," he taps your lips with the tip of his cock, and you immediately part them.

he wastes no time thrusting into your mouth. he hits the back of your throat, and you gag slightly around him, pulling a deep groan from him.

he continues to relentlessly pound into you, your position giving him the ideal angle to plunge deep into your mouth. he has his hands buried into your hair, using it as leverage to pull you closer in time with his thrusts.

it's unlike any other time you two have done this. you've always been the one in control, guiding the speed, the depth, everything. but not this time. and you realize you like it. a lot.

something about being completely at his mercy while he roughly fucks your mouth is so incredibly arousing. the loud moans and grunts that pour from hyunjin while he keeps up his unforgiving pace only heighten the entire situation and you know your panties are completely ruined by this point. you find yourself squirming on the bed slightly, rubbing your thighs together to try and release some of the intense ache that's building between them.

"look at you, already writhing for my touch, and i've barely done anything yet. you like this huh? does my little whore like it when i use her mouth and throat like this?"

you nod enhusiastically as tears start to gather in your eyes from gagging while he roughly fucks your throat. one breaks loose with his next thrust and starts to trail down your cheek. he slows his pace slightly, before eventually stopping and pulling away. he brings his free hand up to gently wipe the tear away. "good girl, you're such a good little slut for me. taking me so well."

you can't help the moan that escapes you at his dirty words.

"i think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl, huh?" you nod eagerly, biting your lip as you think of finally getting to feel him where you so desperately want him.

his eyes zero in on the movement, and you notice the way his cock jumps as he watches your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

"lay on your back. center of the bed." you scramble to obey his instructions, ready for whatever he has planned next.

"now spread your legs."

his eyes darken even more when you do, lust clouding his vision. he stalks to the end of the bed and slowly, torturously starts to move up the length of your body, nipping and licking and sucking the entire way.

when he finally reaches the apex of your thighs he pauses for a moment, his face directly level with your dripping pussy.

his eyes move up to yours as he slips his fingers beneath the edge of your panties, ghosting along your pussy before he pulls the fabric away and lets it slap back against your skin. your body jolts at the sudden sharp sting, but a moan slips from your lips as the pain mixes with pleasure.

he does it again, resulting in the same response from you. he does it a third time, this time much harder. you cry out this time, practically thrusting your cunt into his face as you beg for more.

your reaction shreds any last semblance of self control hyunjin has, and he rips your panties from your body. before they can even hit the floor, he's back between your legs and sliding into you with one easy thrust. you throw your head back at the sensation of him filling you. he makes a few slow, experimental strokes before thrusting all the way into you, leaning forward and biting your shoulder as he does.

you gasp at the combined feeling of his teeth on your skin and his cock deep inside your pussy. your hands move to scrape up his back, trying to pull him even closer, but he knocks them down with his arms.

grabbing both your hands with one of his, he moves them above your head, pinning them to the bed. he uses his other hand to grip your hip, tight enough you think it might bruise. and then he starts to fuck you fast and hard, his hips snapping into yours with brutal force.

you cry out in pleasure as he hits that spot deep inside of you over and over again. you feel a familiar pressure growing low in your belly. when he releases your hip to move his hand between you and start rolling your clit, you know it will only be a few more moments before you shatter completely.

without slowing his pace, he leans down to your ear and whispers. "cum for me, baby, i want to feel you cum on my cock."

his words tip you over the edge, and your eyes roll back as release slams into you. he continues to fuck you relentlessly throughout your orgasm, drawing it out longer than you thought possible.

just as you start to come down from your high, he rolls his thumb along your clit again and gives it a sharp pinch. without warning another orgasm crashes over you, rolling into the first. incoherent mumbles and moans pour from your lips as you lose yourself to the pleasure.

in the midst of being lost in bliss you hear hyunjin utter a few sharp curses, his pace faltering before he thrusts himself deep inside of you. he collapses over top of you, barely managing to keep his body weight from crushing you as his cock pulses inside of you.

the sensation causes a few afterschocks to roll through you, and you clench around his dick. hyunjin releases a strangled moan at the sensation, fighting off overstimulation as he finishes cumming deep inside of you.

you both stay like that for a moment, his face buried in your neck as you try to catch your breath. eventually, he pulls out and flops onto his back beside you.

you roll over on your side to look at him, smiling broadly when you see the stupid grin plastered on his face.

"feel better?" you tease, snuggling closer to his side.

"most definitely," he wraps an arm around you, and leans in to kiss you tenderly. when he pulls away, you can see the apology in his eyes before he even opens his mouth. "i'm really sorry, loves, it's been a really long, very rough week for me."

"i know-" he interjects before you can say anything else.

"but, that doesn't mean i should have been so irritated and snappy when i came home. you have been so helpful and patient with me this entire week, and you didn't deserve for me to act like that around you."

"it's okay," you say while gently reaching up to push some of his hair out of his face before stroking his cheek. you can see that he wants to interrupt and apologize again, so you continue before he has the chance. "i'm not here with you just for all the good days. i'm here for the days where you kick your shoe across the room, because it's stuck, and it's just one more thing that hasn't gone right. i'm here for the days when you feel like you're going to combust because you're so upset, or tired, or just plain overwhelmed. i'm here for the days you just can't control the frustration anymore. i don't need you to try and pretend to be okay around me just because i'm not what made you upset. i just want to be here and work through it with you. okay?"

a soft smile breaks across his face and he nods slightly as he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

"plus," you add, throwing him a wry smirk. "we seem to have figured out just what you need when it's been one of those days."

"mmmmm, i believe you're right," a devilish expression crosses his face and his hand slides down to grip your waist. "just know that from now on, if i text you that i've had a rough day, you better be ready." he pulls you closer against him, and you can't help the small moan that escapes you when you feel that he's already hard again.

"always," you reply breathlessly before twining your fingers around his neck and pulling his mouth to yours.

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inadaydream99 · 6 months

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Kiss Me

Stray Kids x reader, very fluffy and some use of cringy pet names

A/N - I have no idea where Jeongin’s one came from, but sometimes I just begin writing and see where it’ll take me… enjoy! 😂

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and does not represent any of the members in real life. Anything I’ve missed, please let me know!

Chan

“Don’t pretend you don’t want to kiss me.”

It’s been three days since Chan had teased you with those words and you haven’t been able to get it out of your head since. Even without seeing him, he’s still been pestering you. Or rather, the memory has.

It had all started because you’d gotten into some petty bickering between you. It was so trivial you can’t even remember what it was about. All you know is that you’re meant to be mad at him for it. But that stupid last sentence he called after you with hasn’t let you have a moments peace.

“Baby, are you ok?” He picks up after the first ring, the concern laced through his tone making your heart summersault.

“No. It’s 3am and I’m still awake…” you sleepily grumble down the phone.

“Well, go to bed then.” He teases, his tone bright and chirpy from the other side. Of course he’s unaffected by the time, your boyfriend is practically nocturnal.

“But I can’t!” You whine, letting out a soft cry.

Chan’s “why not?” seems instantly more serious. You can just imagine how his lighthearted expression fell off his face when he realised you weren’t playing with him.

“Because I’m supposed to be mad at you and I don’t know why and I just want to sleep but all I can think about is kissing you.”

There’s a few too many seconds of silence after you finish your complaining, to the point where you have to pull your phone away from your ear to make sure the call hasn’t cut off. “Chan?”

“I’m on my way baby.” He sounds like he’s rushing about, hearing a door slam behind him in the process. “Just don’t fall asleep before I get to you ok?”

You feel smug knowing he’s just dropped everything to fulfil your wish of kisses. Yawning again as you drearily mutter an “ok.” to him before the call ends.

Spoiler: you are asleep by the time he get to you and he can’t bring himself the wake you when you look so snug. He doesn’t know how you manage to look so beautiful even while sleeping. So, instead, Chan cuddles up beside you, gently pulling you into his arms. But not before placing a delicate kiss to your pouted lips.

Minho

There’s a comfort in getting home after a long day to find your best friend Minho already waiting for you. It never fails to put a smile on your face seeing him making himself at home in your place; helping himself to snacks from your cupboards or kicking his feat up on the coffee table as he sinks into your sofa and watches tv. Entering your small apartment to find him already there, waiting for you, can instantly make any bad day so much better. Just like today…

Except, this time you return home to find Minho already fast asleep.

At first you don’t realise he’s not awake, calling out to him from the door as you slip off your shoes and shrug off your jacket. But then you realise his lack of invitation to join him on the sofa, or his offer of snacks that he’d already helped himself to.

Approaching said sofa, you quietly peer over to find him fast asleep. He looks so peaceful with the way his mouth hangs slightly agape, the hood of his hoodie pulled up over his head and his arms folded across his chest in a self hug. Adorable. It’s slightly strange to see him like this, so vulnerable and delicate. There’s not many people Minho feels close enough to to let his guard down around and it warms your heart to know that you are one of them.

Just as you decide to leave him be to go shower, his hand reaches out and grabs your wrist, making you jump out of your skin with a squeak. His amused chuckle fills the room at your response.

“I thought you were asleep.” You pant, your free hand on your chest, still feeling your heart race.

“I was until someone started watching me like a creep.” His smile taunts you. You just roll your eyes, muttering “rude” under your breath as you begin to pull yourself away from his grasp.

“Come cuddle.” His hand squeezes your wrist in resistance, already overpowering your weak attempt to move away from him by guiding you to the front of the sofa.

“But I want to shower.” You pout, caving the second Minho tugs you down into him and wraps his arms around you securely.

“You can shower later.” He mumbles, resting his chin on the top of your head.

Damn Minho and his ability to persuade you. Damn him and his snuggly hoodie… and how safe he makes you feel in his arms…

You lift your head from his chest after a few minutes of silence to see he’s back to resting. With his arms still clutching your body firmly, it’s a little difficult to move, but you are able to free your arms so they rest on the cushions on either side of his torso.

Minho’s grip on you is more lax than you’d initially realised. You notice this as you use your arms to leverage yourself into a half push-up (the rest of your body still laying against his).

There’s something so mesmerising about him as he sleeps. An angelic quality that makes your heart swell. You find your fingers itching to reach out to move the hood away from his face a little so you can cup his cheek. Delicately letting the pads of your fingers smooth over his soft skin.

“Will you just kiss me already.” Your breath hitches when you register his words. Again, you hadn’t realised Minho wasn’t asleep. And, again, you’d been caught admiring him.

Initially, you’re a little unsure if he’s actually just asked you to kiss him or if you’ve just imagined he did. That is until his eyes slightly open to stare you down, wordlessly commanding you to do it.

So you do. Without hesitation you draw your lips into his and let them melt into each other. Crossing a new boundary in your friendship with ease. And you know that neither of you will ever go back.

Changbin

Changbin had been trying his hardest to get you to kiss him. He really had. But all he’s managed to get from you so far is an eye roll as you walk away.

“So you’d really leave me like that.” He plops onto the sofa beside you with a cute pout.

“Like what?” You hold back the amusement wanting to show in favour of raising a brow towards your boyfriend. Maybe you want him to think he’s annoying you because he’s momentarily stealing your attention from the TikTok playing on your phone. Maybe you don’t want to give away how much you really do want to cave in and kiss him.

“(Y/N)~~~” he whines loudly and you can’t help the light laughter that sounds from you upon his emerging tantrum.

“Binnie, I really don’t know what you’re going on about.” You shake your head, lowering your voice to a whisper as you peer around the room, “and people are staring.”

“One kiss and I’ll stop.” His voice continues to reverberate the space around you, making you wince a little. You know he knows your resolve is wearing thinner and thinner with every loud noise he makes. You’ve been together for too long and he knows you too well to not catch on.

“Fine.” You huff. “Come here.” You reach your hand out to pull him closer by his broad shoulder, biting down on your bottom lip upon feeling the toned muscle underneath.

Changbin is silent, simply sending you the smirk he always does when he gets his own way. He’s very pleased with himself right now. You have to fight the eye roll when he puckers his lips at you, the temptation to tease him by shoving him away all too strong.

But the next thing you know, his lips have captured yours, your bottom lip being sucked between his. There’s not an ounce of you that could push him off now. Not with how good his lips feels against yours.

“Why’d you stop?” You complain when Changbin detaches from the kiss, smugly darting his tongue across his bottom lip as he eyes you cockily.

“Cause if you want to kiss me like that then we need to go somewhere less public.”

Hyunjin

You really don’t like your past self right now and if you could turn back time, you’d go back to the week before when you’d let Hyunjin rile you up to the point of your ego getting the better of you and smack yourself in the face.

“Don’t be such a sore loser and kiss me.” Hyunjin taunts, smirking at you in such a way you are unsure if you should be annoyed or turned on.

“Stop being a sore winner and I’ll consider it.” You fire back almost instantly, without filter between your brain and mouth.

Hyunjin chuckles at your retort, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek in amusement. Cocky bitch. He knows that’s one of your weaknesses.

“I wouldn’t test my luck if I were you, Princess.”

You gulp. There goes your sanity.

His tone drips confidence and authority in a way that you’ve never witnessed from your friend before. Sure, you’ve seen this side of him when he’s doing something he loves like dancing. But the power he radiated in those moments and the power he radiates now are polar opposites.

He’s watching you in an almost predatory way, his eyes darkened and narrowed onto your smaller frame. The bet has ended and he wants his prize.

“Hyune- I” you stumble over your words, mouth dry and mind blank as you watch him take a few slow but sure steps closer to you.

“You what,” he raises a brow. “Can’t wait to kiss me?”

There’s no space between you now and you couldn’t run even if you wanted to because you’ve been backed into the wall. Between Hyunjin’s hands holding your hips and his eyes staring deeply, unashamedly into yours, you’re practically paralysed.

Your eyes flutter shut as he leans down, anticipating his lips on yours. That’s why it startles you to feel his warm breath fan your neck, his lips grazing your skin as they trail their way up to the corner of your mouth, leaving a burning in their wake.

“Princess, if I’d known you’d react to me like this I would have kissed you a long time ago.”

Your breath hitches in your throat when you hear his whispered words, leaving no time before he finally crashes his lips into yours.

Jisung

It was a few days ago when he’d heard your muffled confession through your bedroom door, where you’d confided to your friend that you were missing your boyfriend because he’d been so busy recently.

It made Jisung’s heart break to know that you felt that way, even if it was completely unintentional. And he hasn’t been able to get it off his mind since. All the guilt troubling him into overthinking and being unable to focus properly. Had he really been neglecting you? Had he really been that bad of a boyfriend?

Of course, he didn’t directly confronted you about it. Instead, he decided to be extra attentive to you. So when he next payed you a visit, Jisung wrapped you in his arms, fully intending on not letting you go. He placed kisses on every inch of your face and doted on you as though you were unable to do anything for yourself.

He’s been super clingy for the past week. Leaving work on time instead of staying late, sleeping at your place, kissing you goodnight and good morning and - all in all - just showering you in so much affection. It feels just like when you first started dating all that time ago, when everything was new and exciting.

“Baby!” Jisung calls out for you, getting you to enter your bedroom to find him already laying on his side of your bed. When you chuckle an amused “what?” at him, he simply opens his arms and makes grabby hands, impatiently begging for you to cuddle. “And a kiss.” He mumbles into your shoulder, only pulling away so you are able to reach his lips.

You give him a few short pecks without hesitation, your free hand smoothing over his cheek as you do so.

“What’s gotten into you recently?” You laugh, voicing the question that’s been circling your mind the last few days when Jisung complains, dissatisfied with your short kisses. “You’ve been so clingy.”

“I just want to remind you how much I love you.” He sulks. “I feel like I’ve not done that enough recently and I never want you to forget that…” he trails off, becoming shy from his own feelings.

Suddenly his recent behaviour make so much more sense. He’s doubting himself as a partner. You find yourself remembering the feelings you expressed to your friend before. Remembering that evening, you realise that is when your boyfriend had started smothering you; he’d heard what you’d said. You couldn’t feel more guilty if you tried.

“I know.” You nuzzle your nose against his, “and I love you more than anything in this world.” You gush.

“I love you too baby.” He whispers back.

Felix

Felix had been acting differently around you recently. At first it was so subtle you hardly noticed. But with every passing day and week, things would begin to add up that just felt… suspicious…

For starters, he’d been a lot more touchy with you. And again, at first you hardly noticed because it’s no secret that Felix loves a cuddle. But what had started as his usual asking for a friendly hug, slowly developed into him pulling you into back hugs without saying a thing, or wrapping his arm over your shoulder, or oh-so causally slipping his hand into yours while walking beside you.

You weren’t sure if Felix was even aware of these new ways of affection being shown towards you. He’d never made any comment about it verbally, nor had anything else in your friendship changed. So, despite it continuing to mentally drive you crazy from all your overthinking, you decided it would be best to not say anything. After all, you really enjoy being closer to him and you’re sure that if you’d ever indicated you didn’t like it, then Felix would stop. He’d never make you feel uncomfortable.

It’s a casual Friday evening when things take even more of a turn however.

After spending the evening surrounded by your group of friends, one by one they’d slipped off to do their own things. It started when Chan excused himself to finish some work on his laptop after dinner. Then Changbin left for the gym. Shortly after was Jeongin, who dragged himself off to bed after nearly falling asleep on the sofa. The rest slowly slipping away for various reasons until only you and Felix remained.

“You not sleepy yet Lix?” You lean into him to whisper, the movie still playing on the tv before you. Even though no one else was around, it still felt wrong to speak at full volume.

“A little…” he trails off, turning to meet your eyes.

You admire the way his sleepy smile reaches his heavy lids. How his cheeks, despite the dim lighting of the room, seem to have a rosy hue to them. His hair is still a little static on top from the boisterous play fight he’d had with Seungmin hours ago, but it looks more fluffy than anything. And his lips…

You’re so engrossed in admiring him that you entirely miss his words, blinking yourself back into the moment with a “huh?”

“Will you kiss me now?”

You find yourself looking from his serious eyes to his lips and back again, trying to decipher if you’d really just heard him correctly. There’s not a single element of joking on his face, and the more his words register, the more you struggle to look anywhere but his soft, plump, kissable lips.

“Are you still with me sweetheart?” He smirks as he leans down to you, one of his fingers sitting under your chin to make you eye level. You’re awestruck by everything about him. Your mind running on overdrive trying to process as much as quickly as you can.

And then it all clicks. He’d been waiting for this moment, slowly warming you up with increasing forms of skin-ship and lingering touches. It has all been intentional.

You’re the first to close off the small space between you, crashing your lips into his with so much force you feel Felix almost fall back. Luckily he’s able to steady himself without breaking away, his hands clutching onto either side of your waist as you pull him in closer by cupping his cheek.

And that’s how you stay for the rest of the night, in each others arms and with enough kisses to make up for an eternity of lost time.

Seungmin

“Just kiss me.” Seungmin deadpans, not impressed in the slightest by you, nor is there any hint of amusement towards your devilish laughter.

You’d been dodging your boyfriends kisses all day, wanting to see how far you could push him before he did something about it. And judging by the way he’s shooting daggers at you, you think he’s almost there.

“Ew gross.” You fake a grimace, stepping further away from Seungmin.

“Ok. That’s it.” He practically growls, striding towards you so quickly you barely have enough time to think of your next move. The time it takes for your brain to register his fast movements and your body to spring into action are only just enough for you to escape his clutches. “Hey! Get back here!”

Seungmin follows your trail of shrieks and giggles as you do your best to rush away. But his place - while far bigger than yours - doesn’t go on forever and eventually you reach a dead end.

“Any last words pumpkin?” He tilts his head at you. You can tell he’s trying to hold back the smile that wants to overtake his stern expression. The corners of his mouth are faltering. “Or do you want to keep disobeying me?”

You have to bite down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from blurting all the sassy comebacks that are daring to slip out. But you know you’re in very dangerous waters. Your boyfriend has closed off so much space he could capture you in his arms and never let you go.

“Puppy…” you swallow your pride, making your voice as timid as you can as you blink innocently up at him. This tactic almost never fails getting you out of trouble…

An adorable smile breaks out across Seungmin’s face, finally dropping his faux-anger in favour of showing the joy it brings him to see you at his mercy like this. Boy does he love it when you act all cute for him because he knows it means you’ve run out of options. Usually he’d melt like putty in your hands. But this time he’s determined to get his long awaited kiss.

“Nu-uh that’s not gonna work this time.”

“But, Pup-” you’re cut off by Seungmin’s lips capturing yours. His hands pull you in by the belt loops on your pants, pressing your body flush against his, while your hands fly to his biceps, clinging onto them for fear life as his lips work their magic, melting your brain.

He pulls away with the most triumphant beam, catching the way you chase after his lips a little. The cutest whine sounds from you in retaliation and upon this, Seungmin shakes his head before leaning in and reconnecting your lips.

Jeongin

“And that’s why you should kiss me.”

You hadn’t even realised the PowerPoint presentation had concluded until the sound of Jeongin loudly clearing his throat brings you back into reality.

Yes, he’d actually made a full-on, detailed presentation to you to showcase all the reasons it would be “the best decision of your life” to kiss him - his words, not yours. And, while it’s not the most conventional way of admitting feelings to his best friend and longtime crush, Jeongin had come across the idea on TikTok and hadn’t been able to get it out of his head since.

You - on the other hand - had been in such disbelief that you’d actually tuned out halfway through because your mind had begun to wonder about what it would actually be like to kiss Jeongin for real. That had then led to imagining him as a boyfriend, how he would be so attentive and affectionate and, just, perfect… not that you hadn’t thought about him like this before.

When more agonisingly slow seconds pass without you saying a single thing, embarrassment and regret hit him like a tsunami.

“…you know, I should probably just-” “No!” Jeongin stops mid sentence upon your sudden outburst. He looks so flushed with embarrassment and adorably confused.

“I need you to kiss me…” You retract your voice back to its normal level, feeling your own nerves fall away when you see the shy smile form on your best friends face. “…please Innie.”

He’s speechless, simply nodding in response before hurriedly making his way over to you.

The kiss is filled with pent up longing. Like you’d both been waiting for this moment without realising the other felt the same until now. It just feels so right to kiss your best friend and to feel him hold you so close.

You pull apart for air after a few seconds, lips ghosting and elated smiles on both of your faces. You let out a little chuckle as your foreheads rest together, Jeongin’s hands lacing your fingers with his on either side of you.

“Your PowerPoint was right. It is the best decision of my life.”

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tvx6000 · 4 months

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☆ talk to me

genre: fluff, angst (?), hurt/comfort

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

warnings: anxiety, cussing, conflict(?), crying blah blah

wc: 1770

t-note: i don't mean to make this a trend in my posts.....but i hate this fic lollsloslso TT first and foremost it's completely not my style of wirting, capitalization and all. but I found this unfinished with a completely different storyline and though hmmm this could be worth posting. ngl the quality of writing decreases as you read i feel like :3 the end is kind rushed (?), i couldn't figure out how to resolve it. please send me any feedback you have, as well as any requests!!

You both were at an award show. Hyunjin had on this gorgeous jet black suit, decked out in YSL accessories. His hair and makeup were done special that night, the stylist spending a few extra moments on each feature, and you honestly didn’t think you'd ever been more in love with him.

You were both sitting at a small table, while the rest of the boys were socializing with other idols. You both had just been given the green light on announcing your relationship, and Hyunjin wasted no time. Probably minutes after he received the call, he went straight to twitter to post a selfie of you two,

“my muse :)”

It’d been a few weeks since then, and soon enough came your first outing as an official couple, this award show. Your anxiety was at an all time high – though when was it not – and Hyunjin had been extra attentive and sweet to you all day, your happiness and comfort being most important to him.

But soon enough, you couldn’t stop the pit of guilt laced bile forming in your stomach. This was his special night, and here you were acting like a baby. I mean, really Y/n? You couldn’t have waited till-

“Baby?”

Suddenly your mind went silent for a second, and you realized your lover was trying to bring you back.

“Your eyes look cloudy baby what’s wrong? Do you need to step out for a minute?”

The pit starts to bubble extra hard.

Trying your best to put on a smile – although it comes out a little wobbly – “Of course not! I’m fine honey, just a little jittery waiting for the awards to be announced.”

It was a decent lie, but the execution was terrible and you both knew it.

“Babe…….” He questioned with his eyebrows raised skeptically.

“I’m fine Jinnie, I promise.”

His shoulders seemed to slack a little at that last part, though you could tell he was still on edge.

“Okay….I’m gonna go get us some water, don’t hesitate to come find me if anything at all happens. I mean it.” He stated sternly

“Cross my heart hope to die” You replied with a soft smile

And as heavy as your heart was, you still couldn’t help the way your eyes lingered on him as he walked away.

Wow…….He’s really yours.

Soon enough, it came time for the awards. Hyunjin was back by your side, the other boys in seats right next to him. His hand holding yours as the awards were announced.

“And Fan Favorite Boy Group of the Year goes to……… JYPE’s Stray Kids!!”

You couldn’t help but break into the widest grin you’d ever smiled as the boys stood up to go accept their award.

They were so talented, and they’d worked relentlessly so this win didn’t come as a surprise to you. They deserved it.

But what did come as a surprise to you, is when Hyunjin was about to walk away, he turned, leaned down, and planted a firm kiss right on your mouth. Now in the moment, you acted natural, kissing back and smiling then waving him off. But as soon as you were certain there were no cameras on you. Your smile dropped and your heart started racing.

Oh god, what would everyone think? They’re gonna talk about how unprofessional that was, and how the boys don’t deserve that award. Fuck this is all my fault, I shouldn’t have let him kiss me. I shouldn’t be here.

And unfortunately, right as you got up to excuse yourself, you didn’t notice the boys giving their individual thank you’s, and Hyunjin watching you run off with a look of hurt, worry, and betrayal plastered on his face.

To anyone else, your thoughts sounded completely irrational, but anxiety isn’t rational. And they took over your legs before you could think about it any further.

You don’t know how long you’ve been in the bathroom. It feels like it’s been a few minutes, but as you hear several rounds of applause, and soon enough rapid frantic knocking on the door, you know you’ve been in there far too long.

“Baby? Y/n? Babe please I know you’re in there?........Baby what happened?”

Fuck. You don’t know. You’re suddenly hit with a huge wave of humiliation and guilt. You know you couldn’t bear to look him in the eye. So with two quick swipes under your eyes, you swing the door open to see your Jinnie standing there, eyes glazed over, and out of breath – did he run here?

“Oh my god Y/n you had me worried fucking sick. What happened baby? You just ran off and I-”

“I’m fine Jinnie.��

You stated as firmly as you could in the moment. You felt a sharp pain in your chest as a look of hurt flashed across his face. You walked straight past him and beelined for the door you all came through. You just wanted to get home.

You soon heard harsh footsteps behind you, you could tell he was angry. Fuck.

You soon saw Leeknow waiting by the limo, and as you approached he shot you a look of concern and confusion, almost wordlessly asking you ‘are you okay?’. You mustered up a small smile of reassurance and climbed into the limo. This was going to be the longest ride of your life.

The whole way home, Hyunjin wouldn’t even look at you. Though you were trying to exactly grab his attention, his expression stayed the same the whole ride. Nonchalant. Too nonchalant for your liking. You know you deserved it but he looks so calm, you’d think nothing would’ve happened at all. And suddenly, the dull ache in your heart became a sharp, shooting pain.

You soon made it home, rushing out the car with a hasty goodbye and jogging to your door. Not even bothering to drop anything besides your shoes at the door, you rushed upstairs to the bathroom.

There’s no way Hyunjin would wanna talk to you right now…so what should you do? Maybe if you go to bed quick enough, you can sleep this all away, as if it was a bad dream. So that’s what you begin to do.

You strip out of your bordering uncomfortable dress and take the pins out of your hair, and get into the shower.

As you let the water run over you, you began to think.

How can I apologize for this? A regular “Sorry, I love you” can’t fix this. No, Hyunjin deserves better than that. He deserves better than me. God I hope he doesn’t break up with me, I don’t know what I’d do. He’s been really quiet, and I haven’t heard anything upstairs. Oh no what if he left? What if-

You hastily finish washing and all but leap out of the shower. After haphazardly drying off and throwing on a (his) t-shirt and underwear, you quickly pad downstairs.

As you descend the stairs you notice the silence that has taken over your home. It’s almost as if you're the only one home, and that scares you.

“Jinnie?” you almost whisper into the space.

Nothing.

Your heart starts to race and you feel like crying,

“Hyunjin?” you call as you roam throughout the downstairs.

He’s not here. You start to panic, looking frantically around for your phone, and just as the first tear falls and you start to bolt upstairs, you hear the door unlocking.

You spin around, and there he is. When did he change?

As he walks in with a bag and takes off his shoes, you freeze. You don’t know if you were ready for this conversation yet.

“Hi” He mumbles as he sets everything down on the counter.

“Where were you?” You force out, the weight in your chest making it hard to speak.

“I picked up some food for dinner, since neither of us-” He stops as he looks up at you, hair pulled back so he has a clear line of sight.

“What is it? Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry.” you say with a wobbly voice

“I’m really really sorry I don’t know what my problem was earlier”

He stares at you for a long moment. Or maybe it was just for a second, you aren’t completely present.

“It’s okay baby. I was upset earlier but now I just wanna make sure you’re fed and figure out what’s wro-”

“No Jinnie I really mean it I don’t know what was wrong earlier but I swear to you it will never happen again” You said through heaving breaths- wait, heaving? When did you start crying?

“Hey hey hey baby it is fine. I promise you I’m not upset. Something was obviously wrong and I don’t blame you. At all.”

He swiftly moved toward you and wrapped you up in a hug.

“I know you get anxious sometimes, and it can cause miscommunication. But that’s why I need you to talk to me baby. Please. I know life can be a lot. Especially when my career is involved, but I need to know that you know you are my top priority always. And all I want is for you to feel happy and safe. So when I know that you don’t but you won’t let me help you, I start to feel a little helpless.”

He pauses and brings a hand to cradle the back of your head,

“Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done, and I like to say it comes naturally. Like I was born to do it. But unfortunately, I can’t read your mind. So please. Help me help you baby. Let me help you”

He presses multiple kisses to the top of your head and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. You start to sob. Heavy, achy, cries but he can make out the few words you're saying.

“I love you Jinnie I’m sorry, I’ll always tell you what’s wrong I promise” You say punctuating with a long loud sniffle.

He squeezes you, “My sweet girl….I love you so much more”

He pulls away, “Let’s eat before it gets cold”

As he begins to walk and you follow, he dramatically sighs,

“I must say though…..I gave quite the speech…can’t believe you missed it baby”

As he looks up from the food, he sees your eyes tearing up once again,

“Oh my goodness baby, I was joking I’m sorry” He says as he pulls you in for another hug

He kisses your cheek and breathes out, “What will I do with you baby?”

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blossomwritesthings · 1 year

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧

pairing: chan x fem!reader (afab)

genre: sick!fic. idol!chan. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. this one isn't as angsty as some of my other skz sick!fics. reader is sick/feeling shitty (with her period). chan is an amazing and loving bf what can i say. slighttt mention of possession from chan (but in a cute way!!). pet names (affectionately). a LOT of fluff.

word count: 3.0k

summary: it's always at the most inconvenient of times that your body decides to gift you with your period- and this time around, it's during a moment when your boyfriend chan is busy in his studio. so surely, he won't have time to spare to comfort you, right??

a/n: i've already gotten quite a few requests to do chan next in my skz x sick!fics series, so here ya'll go haha! 😂 i think jisung is next up on the sick!fic queue, but we shall see..... 🫣 also, chan is literally the reason why i continue to live some days lmao he's such a big comfort and inspiration for me and i love him a lot and just want to protect him all of the time,, he's so precious to me ugh!!! 😩❤️

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). © ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

You knew that you shouldn’t have been interrupting your boyfriend since he had been diligently working in his office for most of the night. As soon as he arrived home from a long day at the company, he proclaimed that a spark of inspiration had hit him, and he needed to get his ideas down.

So, he stole away to his small studio that was just off to the side of your shared bedroom. The apartment you guys lived in was nothing special to look at, but it held a functional space where Chan could have his studio, and that’s all that mattered. Even if your bedroom was a little smaller than what you would’ve liked, you could put up with such qualms if it meant the love of your life had a comfortable space to work in. Plus, it was always nice when he chose to work from home and not at the company. Being at home with him, even if you guys were in two separate rooms, was enough to keep you more than happy and content.

This is why, the moment your symptoms grew to become almost unbearable, the pain shooting up from deep in your abdomen, cheeks flushing every few minutes with heat, limbs growing a little weak and fatigued, you found yourself just outside the door of Chan’s studio, knocking on the wood softly. There was a moment of silence on his end, and a bit of shuffling before you heard him usher you in.

As you entered the room, you were immediately soothed by the chill atmosphere that encased his studio. The dim led-lights glowed across the crown moulding of the high ceiling, casting a cool glow of blue on everything in the room. There were fuzzy blankets and silky pillows strewn across the large black leather couch that Chan had shoved into the corner of the room - the couch you two had spent much time on throughout your relationship.

And then your eyes flitted over to your boyfriend’s desk, which was decked out in all of the newest and greatest technology; fit with large speakers, three monitors, and a handful of keyboards that you had no clue what he used for.

Your boyfriend was so focused on the screens in front of him that he didn’t even turn around to greet you. He was sitting up, spine-straight in his plush desk chair, leaning over one of his many keyboards and picking out certain notes on the keys. A large set of headphones was placed just beside him on the desk, which you supposed he had just taken off upon your presence.

“What’s up, baby girl?” He asked, voice coming out husky and low from being unused. You two hadn’t spoken since you finished dinner together, which was several hours earlier that night.

With a glance at the large metal-lined clock that hung close to his desk, you read that it was close to midnight. No wonder why you were so tired. It had been a busy week at work, and you had decided to lounge around the apartment all that day since it was a Saturday. Chan had been gone at work, occupied with schedules all day until he managed to get home relatively early for him - which was around eight in the evening - so he could have dinner with you before going straight back to work again in his studio.

Without saying anything, you trailed over to him. With gentle hands, you pried his arms away from his keyboard. You felt his eyes flutter from being trained on the computer screens to scanning down the length of your face. Silently, you moved so that you were sitting atop his lap, straddling his waist with your legs. You wrapped two arms across his broad shoulders, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. Catching his scent, which was of musky body wash and deep fern.

Chan let out a soft chuckle as he snaked one arm around your waist, holding you close to him as he used his other hand to get back to work. “What’s all of this about, darling?” He asked, his deep voice cascading close over your ear and sending a zap of energy to coarse through your entire body.

“It hurts, Chan…” You whispered, words barely heard over the catchy beat that was bleeding from the nearby speakers.

Your boyfriend’s entire body froze up just then, as he slowly brought you away from his neck and locked eyes with you. You saw concern dance there, darkening his pupils just slightly. “What hurts, sweetheart? Are you sick?”

Frantically, you shook your head. “N-No, I just… I have cramps.” You said in a meek voice. And finding it hard to hold his stare, your focus landed on the faintly glowing led lights that were strung around the room, washing your boyfriend’s skin in a kind of ocean-blue glimmer.

Then, you felt a few slim fingers move underneath your chin, tilting your head just slightly so that your gaze locked with Chan’s once more. “Is it that time of the month again, princess?” He rose a dark, perfectly-manicured eyebrow your way.

Slowly, your hands found their way into his hair, absently playing with the black curls there as you bit down on your bottom lip in a nervous habit you always did when you were feeling uncomfortable. “Y-Yeah, kinda. It started after dinner.”

Chan leaned into your form at your confession, pressing his mouth against yours in a tender kiss, plush lips fitting atop yours perfectly. “What can I do to help you, my love?” His voice came out gravelly as he gave you another handful of kisses. "What do you need from me right now, hmm?”

Never in your life had you had a man who cared so fucking much about you. And you knew that it wasn’t just out of obligation because you guys were dating. No, this man sitting right in front of you cared for you wholly and ardently because he wanted to. He took pleasure in it, and it filled him with so much happiness when he saw that you were happy.

“I… don’t know,” your voice trailed off into silence as your heart raced from his kisses. Chan yanked his head away from you, a tiny smirk cracking across his face at the sight of your pink-tinged cheeks. His dear kisses always did that to you- always stirred the vat of love that was hidden just beneath the surface of your veins.

He swiped a thumb across your warm flesh, “Oh- is my baby blushing?” He laughed softly. You felt both of his hands come around your hips then, fingers squeezing at the skin that was exposed between your tank top and short shorts.

“No, it’s just a h-hot flash.” You mumbled in a tiny voice. But already, your face was giving you away - as a furious shade of crimson bloomed across both of your cheeks.

And all at once, Chan was standing up from his chair in one fluid movement, grasping onto your waist and yanking you close to him as he moved. You squealed in surprise at his sudden change in position. “Chan, what are you doing?” You asked around a hearty laugh, clutching on tightly to his shoulders as he trudged through his studio and towards the bedroom.

“Taking care of my girlfriend, that’s what,” he began as he neared your shared bed. He gingerly placed you down atop the downy mattress, taking a nearby woolly blanket and tucking it all around your body. “Now, you stay right here, and I’ll be back with all of the goods in no time at all.”

You dramatically rolled your eyes at that, “Don’t make a huge production out of it, babe. I get this every month, I'm used to it.” You called after him as he hurried to the bedroom door again.

Turning around to face you in the doorframe, he leveled you with a deep frown, “And you don’t make a big production out of me helping you, baby.”

You felt a satisfied smile erupt across your face just as he closed the door behind him. You turned onto your side, burrowing down into the blanket as your heart beat wildly. It galloped in the pit of your chest because of your boyfriend.

Because even though he had been so busy with work, even though he had been extremely focused and in the middle of a creative spell, he somehow managed to pull himself away from all of it to take care of you. To go out of his way and help to make you feel better. And if that wasn’t love, you didn’t know what was.

Sometime later, Chan was back in the bedroom, clad with a bag bursting with various items. He plopped down beside you, offering you a meek smile as he began to pull out the various things he had retrieved to… make you feel better. He plugged in the heating pad that you always used during the special time of the month, and turned it on, positioning it atop your lower stomach that was still covered in the large blanket.

You rifled through the bag of goods at your side, eyeing the huge bag of salty chips, a dark-chocolate bar, a box of toffee cookies, and a chilled bottle of green tea. Staring up at your boyfriend, you flashed him a cheeky grin. “All of this for me, babe? You didn’t have to… I would’ve been fine with just the chocolate.”

He leaned forward then, carding a few fingers through your hair gently and pushing the locks away from your face. “Of course, baby girl. Want to help you however I can…” He pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead, before yanking his lips away from your warmed skin and staring down at you with a serious expression painted across his face. “Have you taken any medicine yet? For the pain?”

Grabbing the hand that wasn’t currently playing in your hair, you threaded your fingers through his, marveling at the way that his large hands practically dwarfed yours in size. “Yeah, I took some as soon as I felt the pain come on.”

“Good girl,” your boyfriend said in a quiet tone. You pulled your attention from your intertwined fingers and noticed him staring down at you with a… peculiar look.

“What?” You asked, squeezing his fingers a little bit with your own. A sardonic kind of smirk widened across his lips. “Why are you smiling at me like that?”

“Because…” He began in a light, charming voice, “I know that you feel shitty right now, but I can’t help but think that you’re the most beautiful woman in the entire world.” Your boyfriend pressed into you then, giving your lips a tentative kiss. “And you’re all mine…”

You whined against his mouth, “Don’t say things like that or you’ll literally be the cause for me breaking out into ugly sobs... you know how much I can't take sentimental stuff when I'm on my period.”

Chan laughed deeply, giving either of your cheeks warm kisses before moving away from you slightly. “Well, we can have none of that.” He shifted on the bed so that he was lying beside you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close and into his side.

The heat that his body always seemed to radiate did something to your heart - soothed an ache that was throbbing deep in your bones, in your lower stomach. “What are you doing?” You tilted your head up so that you could see his face. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he turned on the flatscreen tv that was placed just in front of your bed.

“I’m picking out a comfort movie for us to watch.”

“Why? I thought you had to work to do - inspiration calling, and all of that.”

He stared down at you, pupils slanting just a tiny bit at your insinuation that he’d rather work at that moment than spend time with his one and only girlfriend. “Baby girl, you should know me enough by now to know that I’m never going to leave your side when you’re feeling even a little bit bad.”

“Is that a forever promise?” You rose an eyebrow at him. Forever promises were something that the two of you had come up with early on in your relationship. They were promises that you made each other only on occasion when you truly meant them and would do anything to keep them. It was a sweet, unique gesture that you two had started, and something deep inside of you always melted whenever Chan brought it up.

“Do you want it to be one?” The man looking down at you asked, a knowing light flooding into his dark-brown eyes. “Because I’m pretty sure I’ve already promised such a thing a long time ago…”

You hit his chest playfully at that, a zap of energy running down the length of your spine at the hard muscle that your fists found there. “You’re so stupid,” you laughed, nuzzling into his side, the heat from the heating pad already beginning to soothe the aches that were radiating from deep inside of you.

“You never answered my question, princess.”

Your eyes found his against in the dim room. The only light that was switched on was a floor lamp that was shoved into a corner, near the tv. It cast a kind of ethereal glow against your boyfriend’s skin, shining against his midnight-black curly hair and darkening this sharp jawline in shadows.

You swallowed, once. “Okay, fine. I want that to be a forever promise.” You rolled your eyes at him, but in reality, you both knew that you weren’t annoyed to give the request in the least bit. Forever promises were reserved for very special occasions- when the two of you wanted to reiterate something.

And it seemed like Chan was very keen on doing so just then.

Placing a hand over his heart, he closed his eyes and canted his head to one side, speaking in a low, gravelly voice. “I, Bang Chan, solemnly swear with a forever promise, that from this moment onwards that I will never leave your side no matter how bad you’re feeling.”

It was stupid, really. The promise.

But still, it cast butterflies across your stomach.

It forced a big, idiotic grin to spread on your lips.

And then you were dragging Chan into you, offering him a soft kiss. “And I forever promise that I’ll do the same thing for you whenever you need it the most.” When you tore apart, he was mimicking your smile.

Just like that, you two settled down into the thick duvet coverlets of your bed, focusing on the comfort movie that Chan had chosen for the two of you to watch. It was some cheesy rom-com that you had already seen a dozen times, but he knew how much you loved it, and how watching it helped get your mind off of the pain that was flowing through your body.

Throughout the movie, your boyfriend would lean over and press fervent kisses atop your head, or squeeze your hip a little tighter with his fingers. He’d feed you the snacks that he had bought, laughing every time you let out a moan of delight from the way that the sugary and savoury foods filled your belly with both happiness and contentment.

And when the exhaustion began to take over your body, and your eyes started to feel heavy, you snuggled deep down into the blankets and covers, enjoying the soothing presence of your loving boyfriend right by your side.

With his gentle fingers playing through your locks, the movie faintly playing in the background, your tongue sweetened by the snacks, and the dim lighting throwing everything into a warm kind of glow of happiness, you were completely at peace at that moment.

“You tired, baby girl?” Chan asked, speaking after a long while of silence between the two of you as you focused on the movie.

Nodding your head slowly, a yawn escaped past your lips. “Yeah, kinda…” Your voice trailed off, as your breathing deepened somewhat, limbs growing loose from the sleep that was upon the forefront of your mind.

“I bet you're tired, you’ve had such a long week at work, and on top of that, you’re body’s now going through its monthly cycle,” your boyfriend said in a whisper, his tone radiating across your ears, reaching down to a part inside of you that needed to hear his soft words at that moment. “Go to sleep now, darling.” His fingers continued to message at your tender scalp, lulling you into a listless kind of state.

“Will you be here when I awake?” You mumbled, your face turned sideways so that your cheek was resting against his muscular chest. It rose and fell slowly with each deep breath that he took.

“Of course, baby. I’ll always be here when you awaken.” He replied in that rumbly voice of his, the baritone of it vibrating against your ear. Then, you felt him shift against you, pressing a warm kiss atop the crown of your messy-haired head. “I love you, always.”

And you fully turned onto your side then, hiding your meek smile with the fuzzy blanket that was draped across you. As you cozied up into your boyfriend, the heat that was radiating off of his body cast a magickal spell over you.

An ethereal, beautiful kind of sleeping spell.

As your eyes drooped closed, your heart slowed down, and you succumbed to the dark waves that had been lapping against the sides of your mind for so long. And soon, you were riding the clouds of dreamland, with the love of your life - the warm, strong, comforting, safe person with a warm body sitting just beside you in the quiet calm of the night.

Always your anchor, always your help, always your only eternal love.

Fin.

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yootaesowlwrites · 6 months

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Don’t You Dare Pull Out - Han Jisung

W/C: 3K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Faster,” “DI need you to hold onto something then.” + “Don’t you dare pull out.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, kitchen sex, breast play, nipple sucking, clit stimulation, fingering, dirty talking, palming, cum tasting, unprotected sex, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You were busy in the kitchen cleaning in it while Jisung was somewhere in the house, you weren’t exactly sure where or what your boyfriend was doing, but you just hoped to quickly finish in the kitchen, so you could go find him and cuddle into him. As you were stretching over the counter and wiping it clean, you hear footsteps entering the kitchen.

“Hey, Ji,” You say, not sparing a glance in his direction, as you thought he was coming to get something to drink or snack on. “I’m almost finished, can we cuddle if you’re not too busy?” You feel his front press into your ass and his hands grip your hips, your eyes slightly widen as you feel his boner pressing into your ass, and you pause with all movements. His hands push your shirt upwards before they move to grip the waistband of your pants and tug them down and let them drop to the floor around your ankles.

“I need you so badly, baby,” He whines out. You grip the cloth tighter in your hand before releasing it and leaving it where it was, you straighten yourself up and step out of your pants before turning around to face him, your fingers move to his waistband and hook them into the elastic and pull on them.

“Then let’s not waste any time, let’s do it right here,” You say and let the elastic snap back against his skin, causing a groan to fall from his lips. You lean forward, and he meets you halfway, pressing his lips hotly against yours and kissing you desperately. His hands pull at your shirt, and you pull at his as you messily fumble to pull it off. His tongue swipes over your lips, only for you to pull back and pull his shirt over his head, forcing him to release yours and let you remove his.

“It seems like you’re more eager than I am right now,” He says before gripping your shirt and lifting it upwards, you lift your arms and allow him to remove your shirt and toss it onto the floor where his shirt had landed only seconds ago. His hands cup your breasts through your bra, and his fingers immediately press against the place where he knew your nipples would be.

“Well, my boyfriend comes into the kitchen, horny off his mind, can you blame me?” You ask as you grip onto the countertop behind you. “It got me turned on, knowing how turned on you were and needing me,” You could feel a sensation going down to your core as he rubs your nipples through your bra. “Besides, are you maybe frustrated about something?”

“Yes,” He mutters and lets his eyes drop to your chest. “And I need to let it out, because it seems like everything I write down is garbage,” You nod your head and move your hand to the elastic of your bra and pull it over your head and toss it aside, making him pull his hands away as you do, he licks his lips as he finally sees your breasts. You toss your bra aside and move your hand to cup the bulge in his pants and slowly rub over it, you watch his eyelids flutter before he leans closer and cups your boobs and pushes them together against his face. "Fuck, this is heaven..." You could feel his hot breathing against your chest, and the way his thumbs were circling your nipples and causing them to harden.

“Jisung…” You mumble as you slowly slide your hand up and down along his length. He turns his head slightly, and you feel his tongue press against your boob before you felt it slowly move closer to your nipple, he lifts his head away from the centre of your chest and moves his head closer until the tip of his tongue was flicking over your nipple. You could feel yourself getting wetter from the sensation that was going through you. “Ohh, Ji…” You tilt your head back and take in a deep breath. He pushes your breasts even more together to squish them together as he continues to flick his tongue over your nipple.

“Fuck, this is amazing…” He mutters before wrapping his mouth over the nipple and sucking on the bud. You could feel some type of sensation go up your legs and straight towards your abdomen, where a knot of tension was slowly building. You could hear his loud breathing through his nose as it was smushed against your breast.

“Ji, hmm…” You moan. You move your free hand to grip onto the back of his head and massage your fingers into his scalp. He squeezes the side of your breast he was sucking on before releasing it and sliding his hand down your sides and over your mound before cupping you through your panties and stroking your folds through the fabric. “Ji, Ji, Ohh, hmm,” Your hand moves slightly faster over his bulge before you move it lower and cup his balls through his clothes.

“Ohh, my, fucking fuck…” He groans as he releases your nipple. “Ohh, shit that felt so good, fuck,” Your fingers press into the fabric as you massage his balls that were growing sensitive. “Fuuuck…” He lays his forehead against your chest, and you could hear his breathing picking up the more you played with him. “Don’t make me cum in my pants, I wanna cum inside you,” Your fingers pause, and you feel his fingers pushing against your folds, pushing the fabric of your panties between them before he slides them along your pussy.

“Ohh, oh… fuck, I,” You breathe out as your lids flutter. You feel the fabric of your panties pushing more between your folds until his fingers were against your clit and rubbing the bundle of nerves through the fabric. “Ohh, Ji, that feels so good,” The feeling of his finger rubbing you through the thin fabric was something you couldn’t describe. Your skin was growing hotter by the second as sweat begins forming a layer on it, you could feel your heart starting to pound in your ears. His fingers slide away from your clit, and you feel the fabric pushing more between your folds before you felt his fingers pressing against your entrance. “Oh, shit, Ji…” You slide your hand away from his balls and cup his bulge again.

“By the time you’re wet enough, you would have made me ruin my underwear,” He mutters and pushes two digits into your entrance, pausing once he sees your body stiffen. “Are you still okay?” You nod your head and take in a slow and steady breath, he pushes his fingers further into you along with your panties, making your jaw drop as you begin to breathe through your mouth.

“All good, fuck, fuck, Ji,” You gasp out at the friction against your walls. You feel your back muscles tensing as the sensation goes through your entire body. “Jisuuunnggg,” Your hand pauses on his bulge, and you suck in a deep breath through your mouth before lifting your head and looking down at his head, which was still resting against the centre of your chest. “Fucking hell, Ji…” He lifts his head, and you could see his eyes completely covered with lust and a smirk sitting on his lips.

“I can’t wait to be inside you instead,” He says. He curls his fingers inside you, and you pull your hand away from his bulge to grab onto the countertop behind you to keep you from sinking to the floor. He pulls his fingers from you before plunging them back into you, making you gasp and roll your eyes to the back.

“Ji, Ji, oh, my fucking…” You gasp and rise onto your toes. Your eyes shut as his fingers pump in and out of you, you could feel the stretching feeling disappear as your walls become wetter and your panties become ruined with your own arousal. “Jiiiii,” You could feel your mind starting to spin and specs of dust forms behind your lids, your grip on his hair tightens as you feel yourself getting closer to your own high. “Oh, my fucking…”

“Not yet, hold on,” He mutters. You lower to your feet and curl your toes as you feel a third digit slipping into you, pushing more of your panties into you. Your head falls back as you feel the fabric rubbing against your clit and causing the knot inside you to grow bigger and tighter.

“Jisung!” You moan. As his fingers pump in and out of you, you could feel your panties stimulating your clit, which was rapidly causing stars to form behind your lids as you got closer and closer to your high. “Ji, I’m gonna…” You squeeze your legs together around his hand, and that’s when you felt the knot unravel inside you and your high crashing into you like a wave. “JISUNG!” Your mind spins as stars fly past your visions behind your lids, and your body shakes with ecstasy and feels light at the same time. “JI-JISUNG!” The sound of your wetness fills the kitchen, along with your breathy moans and cries of pleasure. “JISUNG!” His fingers pump in and out of you rapidly to get you through your high, only slowing down once your body begins calming down. “Fuck… so good, so fucking good, Ji…” You lift your head and open your eyes and look at him through hooded eyes.

“It sounded like it was,” He mumbles and pulls his fingers from you, making you whimper as he does. You release the countertop and his hair and move your hands to the waistband of his sweats, your fingers curl into the fabric, and you tug it downwards along with his underwear. They pool at his feet, and he steps out of them, using his foot to kick them aside. “Let me taste it quickly,” You watch as he lifts his hand, the scent of your arousal fills your nose before you watch him push his three fingers into his mouth and suck on them. “Hmm,” His lids flutter for a moment, and you feel your walls clench at the tight. “Fuck, so good, let me feel it with my cock now,” His hands move to the waistband of your panties, and he slowly pulls them down, making sure to take his time as the fabric slips out from between your walls and peels away from your throbbing clit.

“Jiiiiii!” You whine out and squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. You open them and breathe in and out deeply as the fabric drops to the floor. “Fuck…” You step out of them, and he uses his foot to push them aside.

“Turn around for me,” He says. You do as he says, and you feel his hand press against your lower back before it slides along your spine before pressing down against your back between your shoulder blades. You lay down against the countertop, gasping once the cold surface makes contact with your hot skin.

“Shit, fuck,” You gasp and try to calm your racing mind and heart. His hand stays there while you feel his cock move against your asscheeks, leaving a wet trail behind on your skin before it slips between your folds. “Ohh, my fuuckk, Ji,” He drags it along your pussy, coating himself with your juices before living himself up with your entrance.

“Fuuuuckkk,” He groans out as he pushes the head of his cock inside you, your walls immediately squeeze around him and suck him in. “Fuck, so warm, oh, my fucking…” The sound of your wetness squelching fills the kitchen again, and it sounds even more sinful than the first time. “Fuck, so good, oh, my fuck,” His hand release his cock and moves it to your waist to grip onto you.

“Ji, fuck, fuck, ohhh, shit, uhhhmmm,” You moan. You lay your cheek against the countertop and gasp as you feel his cock slowly filling and stretching you. “Fucking… Jisung, oh…” Your fingers scratch at the cold surface at the pleasurable sensation that’s going through your body.

“Fuck…” He breathes out as he bottoms out inside you. His hand on your waist grips you tightly as he takes a few deep breaths. “Fuck, you feel so good, I might not even last long,” He slowly pulls his hips back and hear your wetness squelching as he does. “Not with how you’re squeezing me,” You feel him pause once the tip of his cock remained inside you before he snaps his hips forward.

“FUCK!” You cry out at the sudden feeling of being filled again. “Jisung, oh, my fuck…” The sound of your wetness fills the kitchen along with your moans and his groans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Fuck, oh, my fucking…” You could feel your body slipping against the counter from all the sweat that’s build up. “Fuck… faster.”

“I need you to hold onto something then,” He groans. You reach over the counter and manage to grip onto the other end of it with both hands, his thrusts become harder and harsher, and you could feel the familiar tightening feeling of your high building returning to you.

“Fuck, fuck, Jisung, yes, like that!” You moan. You close your eyes as you feel his cock rubbing all the right spots inside you. “Fuck… yes,” You could feel your mind spinning with pleasure, and you swear you were seconds away from coming undone.

“Fuck, yes, squeeze me again, fuck,” He groans as he feels your walls pulsing around him. “Fuck, yes… So good, oh, my fuck…” His hand slides down your spine, and you feel him grip onto your hips before pulling you over his cock. Your back suddenly arches as you feel the head of his cock hit your sweet spot.

“JISUNG, FUCK!” You cry out. Your walls clamp down around him, causing his balls to tighten in an instant. “FUCK, OH, AGAIN!” You feel his hips stutter against yours as he tries to hit that same spot again. “Oh, YES, YES!” Your walls were milking his cock for a release each time the head touched your sweet spot. You could feel your hip bones hitting against the counter and knew they would be bruised the next day, but right now, the pleasure was worth it. “FUCK!”

“Fuck, fuck, where do you want it?” He groans out, he could feel his high getting closer and closer much faster than he anticipated, your walls continue to clench around him, and he could feel he was about to blow.

“Fuck, don’t you dare pull out!” You moan. His hips snap into yours, and you feel a warm feeling slowly spreading inside you. “FUCK, YES, FILL ME UP, JI!” Hot ropes of cum spill into you as he begins rocking his hips against yours. “JI!”

“FUCK, YYYY/NNN!” He whines as he feels your walls still pulsing around his sensitive cock that was slowly growing soft as his load was spilling into you. “Fuck, fuck, let me… fuck,” He slides one hand between you and the countertop and cups your mound before pressing his fingers against your clit that had a heartbeat inside it. “FUCK!”

“Fuck, fuck, Jisung, Oh, my fucking, JISUNG!” You cry out as stars explode behind your lids and you come undone. The knot inside you snaps loose and your body shakes against the counter as you go through your high. Your mind flies into the sky and your body floats through the clouds, you feel him trying to keep rubbing your clit as pleasure consumes his body completely and his energy was slowly being drained. “FUCK, So good, fuck,” Your grip on the counter loosens before you completely release it and claw at the countertop.

“Ohh, my fuck… so good,” He mutters and leans over you. His hips pause against yours, and he lays his head against your middle back, breathing in deeply as he does. Your body slowly calms down, and soon the only sound that fills the kitchen was the sound of you both catching your breath and trying to calm down from the intimate moment that just happened. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm,” You hum and open your eyes. “I’m okay… my hips might not be,” You feel his hand pull away from your pussy and move between your hips and the counter, he lifts his head away from your back and pulls you away from the counter.

“Shit, you’re right…” He mutters as he looks down at your hips. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” You take his hand in yours and pull it away from your hip before you move forward to press yourself against him.

“Ji, it’s fine, I’m fine with it,” You mutter. “I don’t mind, it's a little reminder from today,” You smile at him as you bring your other hand to his lips and trace your finger along them. “Who knows, maybe tomorrow with feeling them, I’ll come to interrupt you,” He licks his lips before leaning closer, if it weren’t for your fingers, his lips would have been against yours.

“I’ll look forward to that,” He mutters. You pull your finger away and press your lips against his, softly kissing him, his arms wrap around you, and he holds you against him as you both sway gently in the kitchen.

“I could use a drink right now…” You mutter as you pull away from the kiss. “And you?” He unwraps his arms from around you as he nods. "And then we can go clean up, yeah?"

"Hmm, I could use a drink," He says. You move towards the cupboards and take out two glasses before filling it with some water. "Thank you," You nod your head as you pass him the glass.

"So, do you think your frustration is all out now?" You ask and take a sip from the water in the glass. He shrugs his shoulders and takes a sip before putting the glass down.

"I'll see once we finished our shower," He says and gives you a smirk. A Hint of mischief in his eyes, which told you just enough about what you needed to know was going to happen in the shower.

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soobnny · 6 months

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another year with you — lee minho. established relationship. extreme fluff (0.5k words)

“Dori, you’re gonna wake him up.”

Your whispers mix together with your giggles as Minho stirs in his sleep. There’s a tickle on his nose. Dori’s tail, he assumes.

He simply nuzzles his face deeper into his pillow in response to the commotion, grip tightening around your waist to keep you in place.

It’s one of his first day offs in a while, and he fully intends to spend it in bed all day with you.

“Minho.” You sheered, running a hand through his hair. He habitually leans into your warmth. “Happy Birthday.”

Dori keeps kneading at the pillow he’s using. Soonie and Doongie seem to have joined not long ago, pooling just by your legs.

Minho grumbles, moving his head so he’s facing you. Though, he doesn’t think he could have ever prepare himself for the sight he’s subjected to.

The sunlight pouring through your shared room bathes your face in a beautiful hue, soft smile on your face.

“Hi.” Your voice is still in a whisper, not wanting to startle him out of the small comfort of your bed. You can see the way his eyes start to open wider, blinking away the sleep. Slowly.

“What do you want for your birthday?” You ask. His lips look plump, pressed together as he keeps his eyes on yours.

He has tells when he’s deep in thought, tongue running over his bottom lip with a slight furrow on his eyebrows. His hand moves from being draped around your waist in favor of tracing the moles on your face.

Dori meows from next to him. Soonie and Doongie have moved to occupy the space between you.

“I have everything I need.” He finally mumbles, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. Soft, romantic, and lovesick.

You pull away, though unsuccessfully as Minho chases after your lips. “‘M not done kissing you.”

“Mmm.” You hum against his lips, hand moving to play with the ends of his hair. He grew it out recently, admits he likes the way you pull on it.

It lasts a few heartbeats, and Minho exhales when your lips leave his. His eyes are still closed as he cements this moment. He’d film it if we could, running it over and over and never getting sick.

Quiet mornings with you and his cats on his birthday. He feels his heart grow.

“I love you.” The boy rarely says it first, loving in the shadows, but he ponders over saying it more when he sees the way your eyes light up and the way you have to bite down on your lips to suppress your smile.

You feel too fumbly to respond right away. Though, Minho doesn’t take too lightly at the silence that follows.

“Say it back.” He whines, and the pout on his lips solicit a breathy laughter from you. You gently reach out to cup his face, running a hand over his bottom lip.

“I love you too.”

He smiles. Slow blinking from his doe eyes.

“You’re twenty-five.”

Foreheads pressed together. Noses nuzzling. Soonie meows.

“Another year with you.”

Minho wouldn’t want it any other way.

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bbyquokka · 9 months

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watch me

pairing: bang chan x fem reader

genre: idol au, smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

synopsis: just as you and chan were about to have an intimate moment, you both get caught. however, you don't mind if more than one person watches

warnings: she/her pronouns, established relationship, voyeurism, exhibitionism (the rest of the members watch), finger sucking, oral (m+f), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, cum on body, pet names, masturbation, clit play, breast/nipple play, minuscule amount of spit play, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, rutting and grinding, overstimulation, sub-space, aftercare

words: 5.7k ~ (5,747)

♡ m.list — ♡ you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

soft groans and moans fill the bedroom. your knees sore and tender as your fingernails dig into the soft yet sturdy flesh of chan's thighs.

his head kicked back, plump lip caught between his teeth as he groans. his hips moving at a slow and sloppy pace. the pleasure your mouth is currently providing him is too much for him to bear.

your tongue strokes the underside of his fat cock. his tip hitting the back of your throat with each thrusts. chin coated with drool, cheeks stained with tears and lips swollen.

it's been too long since you both were able to pleasure one another. chan's cock is sensitive from the stimulation that he has dreamed of for months. his body shakes as he holds back his fast approaching orgasm, wanting to save it all to dump inside you and watch it slowly trickle out.

the boys are staying at jeju island for an episode or two of skz talker. you got invited by chan (with permission from the manager and filming crew) which you happily said yes to. it's been months since you last saw your partner, as well as everyone else, so you were ecstatic to be invited.

upon arrival, everyone rushed around the house they were going to stay at in an attempt to claim bedrooms and roommates. as per, chan chose the biggest bedroom in the entire place which also came with a huge glass window that allowed people downstairs and in the hallways to look in.

whilst you and chan spent a few seconds cuddling and embracing one another on the bed, the members made it be known that they were going to go out and explore the area before filming was to start again. when you looked up at chan, he had that mischievous smirk on his face, a smirk that makes you melt and know exactly what he wants–leading you to your current situation.

“fuck, i've missed this mouth so much.” chan groans as he strokes your hair slowly. he looks down at you, cock twitching as the sight of your closed eyes and stained face. you give him a hum as a response, the vibrations traveling up his shaft and to his balls.

he grips onto your hair gently, fingers buried in your locks as his hips move a little faster. his cock stretching the corners of your mouth and saliva continues to pool and spill down your chin. your oxygen intake is little to nothing considering chan's size and thickness, meaning you have to pull away for a few seconds to catch your breath.

chan strokes your swollen lips as you pant, his eyes clouded over with lust. he cups your cheek gently, stroking it with his thumb as you nuzzle into his soft and warm palm.

“i've missed this. i've missed you yn.”

“mhm, me too chan.” you whisper as you look up at him. you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, pumping him slowly and rotating your wrist at his tip. chan grunts softly, watching you lean in and kitten lick his tip. the salt from his pre cum coats your tongue.

he gently pulls you onto your feet, arms around you. you grin as you kiss each other messily. tongue and teeth clash and collide together. saliva pooling and mixing together. chan's hands roam your body, his fingers dancing along your naked skin before pinning you up against the glass. he fumbles around at your clothing, desperation kicking in before muttering a “fuck it” and hosting you up, legs around his waist and cock poking at your clothed core.

your hands roam to the back of his head, fingers buried in his locks as you occasionally tug at the roots causing chan to moan. your lower halves pressed flush against each others.

he bucks his hips into you, thrusting and rubbing himself on you. the warmth from his length plus your own saliva coats your panties and seeps through the material, making you feel sticky and uncomfortable. he lowers his head onto your shoulder, forehead landing on your shoulder blade as he pants. he clings onto you as he ruts against you desperately, your fingers tugging at his hair as you occasionally kiss and suck on his earlobe.

a knock on the glass makes you both jump and look at who may have caused the noise. both of you freeze for a split second before chan smirks. a flustered looking stray kids staring at you both, mouths agape and cheeks pink with obvious boners.

cupping your ass cheeks in his warm hands, chan looks at you with a smirk. he tucks your hair behind your ear slowly before trailing his fingertips along your jawline to your bottom lip.

“we have company.” he hums.

“seems like it.” you whisper. chan strokes your bottom lip slowly with him thumb, teasingly letting it slip between your lips.

“shall we invite them in?”

“you mean like, let them join in or?”

“not so much as join in darlin'. i'm a jealous man, you should know that but i don't have a problem with letting them watch us.” he purrs, thumb in your mouth.

you whimper softly as you grip onto his wrist gently. you wrap your lips around his thumb, suckling and swirling your tongue around it. you put on a little show, putting in that extra effort as you know that the members are watching you–and it gets you just as excited.

the burn and ache you feel between your legs increases the longer you feel the pairs of eyes on you. you grip onto chan's wrist, your eyes meeting his lustful eyes as his bottom lip is caught between his teeth.

“you want to fuck me, channie?” you ask sweetly. he nods. “you want to fuck me in front of the members? have them watch us and put on a little show?”

“do you mind? it has been a while for all of us after all and i know how much the members love your gorgeous, beautiful naked body.”

“t-they do?” you flush pink as chan nods and leans in.

“they do.”

“o-ok. then i don't mind having them watch.” you giggle. chan hums and kisses your forehead gently.

“then strip, get on the bed and wait for me whilst i set some rules for them all.” you nod eagerly as you strip yourself of your clothing. heart pounding, adrenaline and lust rising as you skip to the bed and kneel in the middle, sitting back on your heels as chan speaks to the members.

you watch through the big glass window as chan explains the rules. the members listening and nodding whilst asking questions to which chan either nods or shakes his head at. the members agree to the rules before slowly walking inside, chan being the last to enter the room.

you look at all eight members, feeling vulnerable but also excited at the same time. your naked body on display for hungry eyes to see. you watch their eyes flicker over your body, checking out your curves and every detail and texture your skin holds. seeing you in a new light sets sparks and energy to set their nerve endings on fire before pooling down south.

“now–” chan starts as he takes the remainder of his clothing off. his defined body making your breath hitch in your throat and become nothing but a puddle on the sheets. no matter how many times you see chan naked, you're always in awe of how handsome and defined he is. “do we all remember the rules?”

“no touching unless yn says it's ok or gives us the go ahead to do so.” minho speaks.

“we are only allowed to watch and not engage with you both unless either of you give the go ahead.” seungmin mumbles, the palm of his hand already massaging and squeezing his own length through his clothing.

“and–” chan asks with a raised eyebrow

“and make sure yn consents and is ok with anything we wish to do.” they all chime in to which you giggle at.

“good.” chan grins, clearly pleased with how well he has trained them. he places one hand on your cheek gently, tilting your head so you're looking at him.

“are you sure about this?” he whispers as he strokes your cheek gently with his thumb. you lean into his soft palm, nuzzling your cheek into it.

“positive.”

“100%? you're not just saying that to impress everyone, correct?”

“i trust you and everyone in this room chan. i trust you all with my whole life so this isn't uncomfortable for me. i want to do this.”

“ok pup. but you remember your safe word right?”

“island. my safe word is island.” chan gives you a gentle smile and a hum.

“please us it yn.” you look to the side at a concerned yet flustered minho. “if any of us do or say something that makes you feel uncomfortable, please us it.”

“for sure! we want you to feel good just as much as we do. we might not be doing anything to you per say but we are watching you both have an intimate moment.” felix chimes in.

“don't worry fellas. i'll be vocal–in more ways than one.” you give them a wink which causes them all to flush.

“gosh, you're so cheeky and adorable.” chan groans before kissing you hungrily and with such force, you fall onto your back. the soft sheets caressing your back as chan hovers over you. he situates himself between your legs as he drags them loosely around his waist.

his tip rubbing and teasing your folds, coating his skin in your slick. he cups both your breasts, massaging them as he forces his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. you grip onto his shoulders, hips bucking to feel his length rub against you, desperate for some friction.

the lack of oxygen becomes apparent to you both but the want and need to feel and hear one another much greater. chan's groans mixing with yours. sloppy, wet sounds of his length rubbing between your folds. the sheets rustling with each movement.

tongues colliding, teeth bashing. it's messy and needy. you grip onto his shoulders, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you pant against his lips. he lets out a low groan at the sight of your flush cheeks, swollen lips and glass eyes before dipping his head low to capture your sensitive nipple between his lips.

“fuck.. chan.” you moan breathily , head tilting to the side. you make eye contact with minho as chan flicks your nipple with his tongue. minho swallows thickly, unable to avert his gaze from you as you stare at him.

as you stare at minho, you let out soft and gentle moans as chan nibbles and plays with your nipples. minho swallowing thickly, his palm increasing on his length as he rubs and squeezes himself. your eyes flicker to all seven members noticing how they're all fixated on you and what chan is doing and making you feel.

this is the first time you’ve done something like this. exposed yourself in front of many as well as let them all watch chan do explicit and lewd things to you; but you enjoy it. the ache between your legs and your slick that's coating your folds tells you that you love this more than you thought.

have all eyes on you and be reduced to practically nothing as they watch. the power and hold you have over them makes you power hungry, makes you want to ‘put on a show.’

you buck your hips upwards, rutting against chan's length. he squeezes and massages your breasts whilst his teeth tug and nibble your nipples. he leaves soft purple bruises on your skin before kissing up your neck to your lips where his swollen lips meet yours in another sloppy and uncoordinated kiss.

you grip onto his shoulders, nails digging into his blades. chan holds your waist in both hands as he rubs against you, matching your tempo. his length slips up and down between your folds effortlessly, his red cock head bumping against your clit which causes you to moan in his mouth.

you hear the rustling of clothing and zippers being pulled down from the side. mumbled grunts and sighs as the members pull down their pants and underwear, letting it pool by their feet. hands gliding up and down their angry cocks, thumbs teasing their pre-cum coated tips. eyes rolling to the back of their heads as they provide themselves with pleasure whilst watching wishing they were in chan's position.

“chan, please.” you whimper softly.

“please what?” he coos.

“i need you inside. i need to feel you.”

“you've always been a needy pup haven't you?” chan hums teasingly, his fingertips slowly gliding down the valley between your breasts to your navel before stopping just above your clit. you swallow as you watch, breath hitching in your throat.

“why don't we show them, mhm? show them how needy you are.” chan moves from between your legs to kneel behind you. he gently lifts you up so the upper part of your body is resting against his thighs, positioning you so your intimate area is easy to see.

you let out soft whimpers of embarrassment. your heart beating against your chest rapidly. you're embarrassed but also enjoying the attention.

all eyes are on you. everyone is thinking of you. everyone is doing or wants to do something to you.

you watch the members' eyes flicker down your body as they take in the curviness of your breasts, your soft skin and your soaked folds and swollen clit. you automatically shut your legs, much to their (and chan's) dismissal.

“ah ah ah baby. show them.” chan's hot breath tickles your ear lobe as he leans down and pries your legs wide open again. your core clenches, eyes gazing at the many hard cocks in front of you.

thick, thin, big and small. some with neatly trimmed pubic areas, some naked and some barely trimmed at all. each of the members having their own style of stroking their cocks.

felix, jeongin and changbin, for example, like to stroke themselves slowly. they like to take on the pleasure, soak up the scent, the feeling and the sounds. changbin's eyes would roll to the back of his head, lip caught between his teeth.

jisung and minho like to be fast, eagerly chasing their high. one hand around their cocks, the other massaging and playing with their balls. they're vocal, very vocal willingly letting out each whimper and groan that builds in the back of their throat or chest. beads of sweat dripping down their temples and their thumbs rubbing their cock heads with the occasionally running the fingernail along their slits.

hyunjin and seungmin, however, like to tease themselves. they purposefully stroke themselves at a fast pace, wrist rotating at their tips. once they feel the pressure build and build, threatening to snap, do they slow down and squeeze the base of their cock to calm themselves down. the pressure building and becoming painful for them both but they enjoy it a little too much.

“you're all so pretty.” you mumble “so many pretty cocks.”

“do you like it darling?”

“yes”

“does it make you wet seeing this many dicks hard for you?”

“fuck yes!”

“then show them, pup. play with your pretty pussy and show them how horny and wet you feel.”

you swallow as you look up at chan. a smirk on his lips, his eyes filled with nothing but lust and playfulness.

“go on.” he encourages “show them. imagine it's me if you have to.”

you close your eyes slowly as you trail one hand down your body. your body jerks a little as your fingertips come into contact with your sensitive and neglected clit. you breathe a shallow breath of relief as you rub two fingers between your folds, coating your fingers nicely in your juices.

using the same two fingers, you rub slow circles on your clit. bolts of pleasure shoot up your spine. heat piling in the pit of your stomach as you rub. you groan softly, chans' name rolling off your tongue effortlessly. you feel his fingers combing through your hair, his voice soft and assertive as he praises you.

you hear multiple “fucks” and “wows” from the members. their gaze burning holes into your body and setting your skin on fire. your toes curl against the sheets and thighs shake as you rub fast circles on your clit.

“open.” you hear from above. your eyes flutter open to see chan's face above yours. you open your mouth slowly only for him to spit on your tongue. his saliva slowly trails out of his mouth, rolling off his tongue for it to land on yours. you instantly close your mouth and swallow, grinning as chan smiles at you and strokes your bottom lip gently

“such a good pup.”

you mewl as your fingers dip inside your core. the warmth and wetness of your walls coats your fingers nicely. you thrust your fingers slowly at first before picking up the pace as you clench around your own fingers and the pleasure becomes too much.

chan reaches down and rubs your clit unexpectedly which makes you moan loudly and back to arch up off the bed. the sloppy sounds of your wet cunt mixes in with your moans and pants. the members struggling to hold back their orgasms, waiting for when the real show starts.

“chan. chan–fuck! chan please!” you beg, not knowing what or why you're begging. everything is just babble, mind mushy.

“so beautiful when you're like this, pup. makes me want to breed you all day and night.”

“yes! fuck please chan, please breed me.” you whimper, fingers moving quicker.

“have you been a good pup?”

“yes. so good. been very very good for you.”

“are you going to cum for me?” you nod your head yes frantically, the knot in your stomach tightening and tightening with each thrust and rub.

“cum. gonna cum–hng!” your eyes squeeze shut as you pull your fingers out of your pulsating pussy. chan continues to rub your clit through your orgasm, your hands bundling up the bed sheets into tight balls. your thighs shake, clit becomes sensitive to the point where you're sweating and you have to push chan's hand away gently.

“holy shit yn.. that was hot.” you look at jisung and give him a soft and lazy smile.

“want to taste?” the words rolling off your tongue so quickly, it takes a while for your brain (as well as everyone else's) to catch up. chan looks at you with a slight shocked expression, jisung's eyes widening a little at the offer.

“i–i. uh…” he swallows, eyes flickering from your juicy cunt to chan.

“it's ok, jisung. you can taste.” chan says. jisung nods timidly, slowly walking to you the best he can. his eyes fixated on your cunt the whole time as the members watch jisung with some jealousy hitting the surface.

“taste you how?” jisung asks with a raised eyebrow. “like, lick your fingers or–”

“you can taste me directly, sungie.” you purr.

“o-ok.. oh fuck, shit. ok.” jisung clears his throat and kneels on the bed. he pushes his long hair back before dipping his head low between your legs. your scent hitting his nostrils which causes him to shiver and cock to throb.

he gently holds onto the back of your thighs and gently pulls you closer to his face. his tongue glides from your core to your clit, which causes you to jerk at the contact. jisung pants heavily as your juices coat his taste buds, his eyes widening before lapping at your core.

you groan softly as you watch him hungrily taste you. your fingers buried in his hair before reaching to the back of his head and pressing his face flush against your cunt gently. low groans emit from his lips as you slowly grind on his face. jisung's tongue slipping inside your cunt and nose bumping against your clit.

chan swallows as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. his mind hazy and slightly confused due to the fact that he is enjoying someone else get his partner off. he absentmindedly strokes his own hard cock as he watches you grind on his best friend's face, tugging jisung's hair and moaning his name like a mantra.

he watches you beckon felix over for a kiss. he watches his two best friends pleasure his partner, felix kissing you sweetly yet needily. his hands playing and massaging with your breasts.

“keep going, ji.” you hum. “if you keep going like that, i might cum again.”

“fuck me yn. you taste so good.”

“shh and keep going.” you whine. jisung hums softly before continuing with the ordeal. you go back to kissing felix and letting him play with your breasts.

seconds later, the overstimulation gets too much and jisung drives you to your second orgasm (with felix's help, of course) your slick coats jisung's lips, cheeks and chin. you giggle as you watch him pull away and lick his lips, his mind in a haze before him and felix return back to watching you both.

as you open your mouth to speak, chan pulls you onto his lap suddenly. his back resting against the headboard of the bed, his gaze dark and lustful. it's suffocating.

“did you have your fun, pup?”

“mhmmm” you hum, holding onto chan's shoulders. “did you enjoy watching me, channie?”

“very. jisung and felix did such a good job and you did too, pup. i think you deserve a reward.” chan reaches behind and grabs the base of his penis. he gently taps your sensitive pussy to which you kneel up enough for his tip to breach your tight cunt.

with a shaky breath, you slowly lower yourself down on him. his thick cock stretching your cunt, stinging a little in the process and knocking the air out off your lungs. your eyes squeeze shut as do chan's, his grip on your hips tightening.

“you're so tight, yn.”

“and you're so big, chan.”

you lower yourself down until he is balls deep inside you. your ass cheeks flush against his thighs, cock touching untouched territory making you feel full to capacity.

“chan. chan, fuck..” you groan. chan grips onto your ass cheeks as he guides you up and down. he doesn't give you time to adjust, loving how tight and warm you feel around his cock.

“so tight. so warm. i love this pussy so much.” chan moans as you slowly start to ride him. you tense your thighs to help with the motion, chans fat cock stroking your walls deliciously.

both of you soon get caught up in the moment. the sounds of skin slapping on skin mixes together with your soaked cunt and desperate and whorish moans. moans from the members heard behind you as they watch chans cock disappearing inside of you, your ass cheeks rippling and red hand marks on the skin.

“chan, i cant. deep.. so deep.” you moan. chan hushes you by pressing his lips against your own with such force, it knocks the air out off your lungs. holding onto your lower back, he lowers you down on the sheets, cock still driving deep inside you.

the new position allows chan to freely take your legs and press them against your chest, lower half high up which allows him to piledrive. you gasps, tears trickling from the corners of your eyes. your breath hitches multiple times, bed squeaking and skin on skin slapping due to the sheer force.

the members watch in awe, shock and admiration as they watch their leader reduce you to nothing but a blubbering, sobbing mess. the incoherent mumbles and words you babble ring in each of their ears, fists stroking their hardened cocks faster and faster.

chan's cock strokes your insides so deliciously. your juices coat his dick nicely, core sloppy and loose which allows him to freely slide in and out as well as angeling each thrust to hit your g-spot; which he does in record time.

stars in your peripheral vision. sweat coating your body. your senses in overdrive as pleasure takes over every fibre of your being. the grip chan has on the back of your thighs is so strong, he leaves faint red marks behind.

his own mind and body slowly being reduced to nothing as he watches you whither from underneath. your eyes clouding over with lust and adrenaline, a dumb smile slowly forming on your lips. his name rolling off your tongue with little to no effort.

he briefly wipes away beads of sweat that roll down his temples, his hair curly due to it soaking the salty moisture.

“kiss. want kiss. chan, please.” you babble. chan lets go of your legs and lets them freely fall by his sides. he leans over you, resting on his forearms by your head.

“my sweet sweet pup.” he whispers before kissing you. it's sloppy but slow with more passion and feeling into it. he caresses your tongue, swallows each moan and drop of saliva. the new position allows him to still be able to fuck you deep but slow and sensual. you loosely draped your legs around his waist, locking him in and keeping him close with your feet.

“god you feel so good around me yn. so tight and warm.” chan groans against your lips.

“more.” you mumble “i want more.”

“so greedy. i'm giving you all i have yet you want more.” chan coos.

“i'm so close to cumming.” hyunjin mumbles as changbin nods, agreeing with his statement.

“on me.” you babble. “cum on me.”

hyunjin and changbin look at each other, swallowing thickly before looking at chan. he simply shrugs.

“give her what she wants.” he states. hyunjin and changbin walk to you as chan kneels up, keeping his tempo of his thrusts.

you watch the two men with half lidded eyes as they pump themselves fast, chasing their own highs. with spluttered words and tense muscles, hot cum shoots out onto your body from the two men causing you to giggle and moan softly.

“fuck..” they both fuck themselves in the palm of their hands, riding out their highs to calm down. strangled moans and ‘shit!’ heard in the background as jisung, jeongin and seungmin also reach their highs, desperately catching their cum in the palm of their free hand.

minho and felix struggle, wanting to mark you with their own bodily fluids but also not wanting to disrespect you. after battling back and forth, minho mumbles a “fuck it” before walking to you and instantly coating your skin. all the while, your clit is being played with by your own fingertips, core clenching around chan as heat pools and tightens in the pit of your stomach.

“it's ok, lix.” you coo. felix joins in, also releasing onto your body with a heavy sigh and deep moan before backing away.

“happy now, pup?”

“no.”

“no? why?”

“because you haven't given me what i want.” you purr.

“and what's that?” chan raises his brow.

“fill me up. i want to milk your fat cock dry.”

“jesus fucking christ.” chan groans as he grabs your hips tightly. he picks up the pace of his thrusting, skin slapping on skin once again as he fucks you into the mattress. your walls tighten and tighten around him with each thrust, body shaking and quivering as chan drives you to your third orgasm of the night.

“you're going to milk me dry, mhm? let me spill my seed deep inside you.”

“yes! yes please chan, please!”

“fuck, you're the death of me yn!” with a grunt and a few more thrusts, chan stills himself as his cock and balls twitch with each hot release of his cum that coats your walls nice and thick. your body shivers and goose bumps rises as you feel him, his hands gripping your hips tighter than ever, his mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut.

he slowly and shallowly starts to thrust again, fucking his cum deep inside you but also driving your orgasm closer and closer to the edge. you reach up, gripping and digging your nails into chan's arms as your core clenches around chan's length.

legs trying to close as they shake. your orgasm knocking the air out off your lungs and make you feel light headed. your juices coat chan's cock, mixing and spilling onto the bed sheets as he slowly pulls out off you. you pant heavily, body shaking and feeling weak.

mouth and throat dry. body tender and sore as well as being bruised up. you hear each of the members rushing around, in and out of the room. clothing and bottles being gathered up as well as a flannel. it's all distance noise, a faint buzz in your ears as you feel high and dizzy.

“hey.” that soft voice you recognise so well comes through to you. your chest heaving as you struggle to maintain your breathing. “it's me, you're ok. i've got you.”

chan tucks your sweaty hair behind your ear gently, stroking your cheek. he pecks your lips tenderly and sweetly as you mewl and grip onto him.

“come back to me baby.”

“more…” your voice rough and hoarse. chan simply shakes his head no.

“no more. you're exhausted darling. we can't put your body under any more strain or pressure. you have to come back to me.”

“want.. m–more.” you whisper. chan hums a soft and gentle tune from a song you love. your eyes slowly close as you listen, mind clearing up as you loosely hold onto him.

“good pup. i'm going to wipe you down now, ok? jisung and felix prepared a warm bath for you. changbin has even said we can use his lotion that's for sore muscles and bruises.”

“mhm.” is all you can manage to say. you feel a soft, lukewarm flannel being pressed against your intimate area as chan gently cleans you up. from the side, you feel baby wipes cleaning up the cum that's on your naked body.

your eyes flutter open to see who it is to be met with a shy hyunjin and minho who delicately wipe away the fluids.

“thank you, yn.” hyunjin says.

“for what?”

“for letting us do this and watch.”

“it's ok. you don't need to thank me.” you laugh sleepily.

“we didn't make you uncomfortable, did we?” seungmin asks from the side who is currently cleaning up the bedroom.

“if we did, please tell us yn!” jeongin pips up, fresh bedsheets in his arms.

“you didn't! it was fun. should do it again.” you giggle to which chan clears his throat before scooping you up in his arms gently.

“wont be any time soon though! you're all mine pup so don't be getting any ideas!” he looks at all the members individual. “that also includes the rest of you!”

they all mumble a “yes chan.” to which you giggle at before resting your head on his shoulder. chan carries you to the bathroom as jisung turns the bath taps off.

“are you ok, yn?” jisung asks, worry lacing his features. felix walks in and places two big fluffy towels on the side.

“yeah. you're not hurt or anything?” felix asks as he stands next to a concerned jisung.

you laugh softly, hissing a little in pain as chan lowers you into the warm bubbly water.

“i'm fine. tired and hungry, but i'm fine.” you reassure the two men to which they let out a breath and nod. “you both did good too. you're really good at eating pussy, ji.”

jisung sputters and shifts his weight from one foot to the other. he rubs the back of his neck shyly before muttering a thank you. felix laughs softly as chan gets into the bath behind you, giving the two men a look that politely says “leave”

“hey ji. yn said she's hungry so why don't we gather everyone and make chan and yn some food!” felix suggests. jisung agrees, leaving you and chan alone together.

you let out a soft sigh of content as you lean against chan's chest. your eyes close slowly as the warm water relaxes your body, making you more sleepy.

“you did good pup. i'm proud of you.”

“thank you darling.” you mumble as your eyes slowly close. chan squirts some shampoo onto the palm of his hand before massaging it into your hair and scalp.

“do you really want to do it again?” he asks suddenly.

“what? have sex with you? always.” you smirk. chan rolls his eyes and laughs

“no silly. i mean do you want them members to watch us fuck again?”

“mhm, maybe. do you.”

“maybe.”

“did you enjoy it?”

“honestly.” he pauses for a few seconds. “yes.”

“oh!!” you sit up suddenly and spin around in the tub to face a flustered looking chan. “so you like it when other people watch us! what about when jisung and felix were doing stuff to me?”

“i-i liked that too.” chan mumbles. “a lot more than i thought i would.”

“and here's me thinking you'd be jealous.” you say with a smirk.

“oi! i still get jealous. you do remember who you belong to, right?” you lick your lips before straddling chan's lap to sit flush on his dick and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“i belong to someone?” you smirk. chan growls as he holds your waist. “i think i need reminding.”

“better yet, i think my pup needs to be taught a lesson or two.” he slowly pushes and pulls your hips so you grind on his cock slowly. the water splashing around in the tube from the motion.

“ya think?” you say playfully.

“oh i know. i need to teach you and everyone else who you truly belong to.”

“and who do i belong to, channie?” chan leans in and ghosts his lips along the shell of your ear. one hand coming up to cup your tender breast, fingers rolling and pinching your sensitive nipple which causes you to shudder and your moans to echo in the bathroom.

“me.”

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shinescape · 4 months

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hyunjin removing make up :)

imagine coming home all hot and bothered thanks to your lover, now ex-lover and not realising how the living room lights were still on and your housemate being wide awake as he watched you go straight to your room with such an intense aura around you.

you were controlling your anger and the hot tears that were second away from spilling out from your eyes. you threw your bag in frustration and pace around the room wanting to do something to get rid of the repeating memories of messy break up that happened earlier but nothing came up in mind as it was a mess.

hyunjin silently watched you from the couch. he lowered the volume down and heard your frustrated sighs even clearer than when you had entered the unit. usually his goofy and annoying side would barge into your personal bubble and do whatever he likes as long as he know you're fine. but tonight, he didn't move and only watch as you fought with yourself whether to throw things and mess up your room or silently sob on the floor.

surprising him, you did the latter. as reflex, hyunjin carefully padded his way to you and crouched down. "hey..." only then you finally realised that there was someone else in the house and harshly wiped your tears. "sorry," you sniffled and looked to the side avoiding his face that was so close to yours. "i didn't mean to...just leave me alone."

"you rubbed your eyes pretty rough, it must have hurt with the makeup still on." you really wanted to be alone and wrapped yourself in the miserable blanket but his soft voice somehow calmed you down.

you felt his fingers on your shoulders and accidentally looked into his eyes. damn, why does he look so pretty? And I probably look like shit right now, was what you thought as of that moment but hyunjin can't read minds so he only smiled at you.

"let me help you remove them."

"remove what?"

"your makeup. you don't plan on sleeping like this right?"

his voice made your heart churn but in a good way. it's comforting yet sort of demanding and you just needed someone to hold you right now. he helped you stand up and walked you out to the kitchen counter, he instructed you to sit down as he went away into his room. thinking was something you didn't want to do so whatever he says you will listen like an obedient child.

hyunjin came back and started working on cleaning up your face. you were exhausted but somehow watching him being so focused helped you stay awake. he was gentle, every movement he made felt like he was painting. the cotton pad didn't feel as rough as how you usually used them.

when he told you to shut your eyes, you obliged but your hands find their way to pinch on his shirt. you didn't know why but it felt like the right thing to do. he chuckled when you did so and said, "you can open your eyes now. See, it's not dark anymore." you couldn't help but scoffed as a smile made its way on your face.

"we broke up"

you felt his body froze and looked at him. "it's not that we're incompatible, a third person exists." you chuckled dryly. "Ahh...to think that you picked the lipstick i wore today and it's all wasted thanks to that-" you touched your lips and noticed him looking at you intensely.

he removed everything on your face except the lipstick. the one he personally picked for you earlier that day for your date. your face warmed up when hyunjin cupped them in his large hands. your eyes fluttered as he leaned in closer, fingers lightly caressing your cheek.

"it won't be a waste," his thumb swiped over your lower lip ever so softly. "if I kiss you right now." you had no idea what was going on with your housemate slash best friend but pressing your lips on his luscious ones.

"then kiss me"

he wasted no time and closed the gaps between you, threading his long fingers through your hair pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. your body bent towards him as he continued to kiss you with more passion. finally breaking away from each other as you pant for air but hyunjin looked completely unfazed with his lips coloured in the same shade as yours. he smirked before licking his lips in a slow and seductive manner the moment he notice you openly staring at him, his messed up lips to be precised.

"i've been wanting to do that," he dragged your stool and had you toppled over straight into his arms. "date me instead." he said with a pout "see? you're already falling into my arms." he chuckled.

"hyunjin, are you drunk? cause if you are and you don't remember any of this tomorrow-"

"i'm completely sober, baby." he laughed at his own words. "don't you think it's time you fall for me instead?" you were completely taken aback by his words and pushed yourself to sit up properly.

"you're completely out of my league, hyunjin and don't joke around, you don't like me like that." you were about to hit his chest when he caught your wrist.

"i removed your makeup for you, comforted you and make you feel better with a kiss. Ah, I even waited till you got home. Do you need more proof cause I have plenty." He challenged.

Thought the day would finish with you sobbing uncontrollably, but things changed, and now your best friend is confessing his feelings for you. Everything felt surreal.

Your train of thoughts were interrupted when you felt his fingers caressing your cheeks again. You caught Hyunjin staring down at you, eyes taking in every inch of your face as he slightly bite down his lower lip while doing so.

"If you don't push me, I'll take it as a yes for me to kiss you again."

His words felt like a spell because no part of your body was moving at all except for your beating heart. A smirk made it's way on his lips when he felt your fingers curling on his shirt.

The moment you felt his warmth breathe and lips pressed on yours, that's when you know everything was real and everything was going to change once the night was over.

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bbgnyx · 4 months

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Hey bbg this is my first time on ur profile and I’ve never read any of ur works but I saw ur rqs r open so I’d like to request a Han smut 😼😼😼 idk why but I’m like in love w dry humping so like dom han but like make him whimper and stuff AND GRUELING DETAIL OF HOW GOOD HE FEELS but ples don’t make reader Dom make her sub🙏 (this is my first time requesting so ignore the fact this is super long and I’m rambling) TY IF U USE THIS RQ

a/n: hey anon, thanks for visiting my profile and thanks for this request! i'd appreciate it if you check out my other works aswell, hope you like thiss

genre: smut

warnings: 18+, dry humping, use of babe, baby, hickeys, suggestive at the end, dom!jisung

Jisung had just arrived home from practice, his body glistening with sweat and his muscles tense. The sight of him made your heart race with desire. He suggested a movie night, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of spending intimate time with your boyfriend after what felt like an eternity. As the clock struck 11 pm, you switched on the movie, only to find out that Jisung had chosen a horror film. You weren't particularly fond of scary movies, but you agreed to watch it anyway because it made him happy.

Both of you settled comfortably on the couch with some snacks. As the movie progressed, Jisung noticed your discomfort and patted his lap. "Babe, come here. I'll protect you from the monsters," he chuckled, pulling you onto his lap. Nestling into his embrace, his warm breath caressing your neck, you felt an intoxicating sense of security.

Halfway into the movie, a particularly scary scene causes you to jump. You feel your boyfriend’s grip on you tighten and you assume he’s doing it as reassurance. Another jump scare startled you, causing your body to jolt. This time, however, you heard a deep, primal grunt escape from Jisung's lips. "Stop moving," he commanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "I can't help it," you murmured, fully aware of the effect your movements were having on him. Feeling mischievous, you continued to shift beneath the covers, purposefully teasing him further. His breath hitched in his throat as he whispered, his voice dripping with desire, "Hmm, what is my baby doing? I told you to stop moving, but it seems like you're craving punishment, darling." His words sent shivers down your spine, your core throbbing with anticipation and desire.

You passionately lock lips with him, your hands eagerly fumbling with the buckle of his jeans. However, he stops you abruptly. "You won't get a taste of my throbbing cock until you prove to me just how good of a girl you can be by cumming solely from grinding on my jeans, baby," he whispers seductively while sensually sucking on your neck, leaving behind a trail of dark, passionate marks. His words send shivers down your spine, intensifying your desire as you slowly begin to move against his clothed erection, the rough fabric teasing your sensitive spots and leaving you yearning for more. With each thrust, you pick up the pace, continuing to dry hump him with fervor. He wraps his strong hands around your body, guiding your movements with expertise. However, the sounds that follow are not what you anticipated.

You hear your boyfriend emit a soft moan, not just any moan, but a delicate whimper. You're taken aback by the sight of your usual dominant boyfriend succumbing to such submissive sounds. This revelation only heightens your arousal, causing you to grind against him even harder, desperately seeking your own release and craving more of those sinful sounds from Jisung. "Oh, fuck," he moans under his breath, hoping you didn't catch on, but you did. The knowledge that your boyfriend is experiencing the same euphoria as you fills you with an intoxicating sense of pleasure. You maintain your rhythm, relishing in the sweet whimpers escaping your boyfriend's lips, until finally, you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. A small cry escapes your mouth as you climax, your panties drenched with your arousal and liquids.

Jisung's head is thrown back, his eyes filled with desire. "Damn, that was mind-blowing. Maybe I should punish you more often, baby," he says, his voice dripping with lust. You can't help but smirk, wanting to tease him about his moans, but you decide against it, not wanting to provoke his anger. "Now, can I have your throbbing cock, please?" you plead, pouting your lips seductively. Jisung chuckles, his voice low and husky, "How can I resist when you've been such a naughty little vixen?"

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hardstraykidshours · 2 years

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just relax

pairing: chan x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: chan's been stressing over a song he's writing, so you decide to help him relax a bit.

length: 2.5k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, switch!chan (then kinda dom!chan), switch!reader, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), handjob, cum eating, praise, pet names ("baby," "baby girl"), afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

since the moment chan came home a couple hours ago, he's been tense and moody. you let him have his space to see if he just needed to de-stress after a rough day, but when you look over at where he's sitting further down the couch from you, you can't take it anymore. he's sitting rigid and uncomfortably, his brow furrowed and a far off look in his eyes, clearly not paying attention to the movie he put on for both of you.

you grab the remote and pause the film, but he's so lost in thought, he doesn't even notice until you say his name. "channie?"

"hmmm? yes, baby? is the movie over?"

"no, i just paused it. are you okay?"

"me? mmhmm, yes, i'm great," he says absent-mindedly.

you scoot across the couch towards him, gently taking his face in your hands to tilt it towards you. "channie, what's wrong?"

"nothing, i told you, everything's fine. i'm all good."

he tries to shake loose of your hold, but you don't allow it, shooting him a knowing look. "come on, i know you better than that. tell me what's up."

he sighs softly before reaching up and squeezing one of your hands. "it was just a really rough day. i still couldn't figure out that part of the song i've been working on. like i don't think i wrote a single new line today, just sat and stared at the screen trying to think of anything. and to make it all so much better, i cannot seem to get this new choreo right. my back is killing me from practicing all day, but I have yet to do it right even once." he swipes a hand across his face in frustration, moving your hands in the process. he turns away from you again, leaning forward and resting his head in his hands. "it's just so frustrating."

you move closer and start slowly rubbing his back in soothing circles. "hey, it's okay. you can't expect yourself to be perfect all the time. you'll have your breakthrough with the song and you'll figure out the choreo eventually. you always do. it just might take some time. and that's okay."

he tries to protest, but you interrupt. "nope, no arguments. you're kind of super fucking impressive and talented, and i'm your super smart girlfriend so you have to trust me on this one." you can see a smile teasing the corner of his lips at your words and you lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "now just take some time to relax and de-stress tonight. you're not gonna have any more luck tomorrow if you're exhausted from staying up worrying."

you feel a deep sigh leave his body before he responds. "fine, yes, i agree. you're right, i just don't know how to relax when i get in my head like this."

"let me help you then." without waiting for his response you move behind him fully and switch from just rubbing soothing circles on his back to massaging his sore muscles. you feel his body start to loosen as you work, his previously ramrod straight back slackening and slumping forward.

you pause your efforts and nudge him slightly, silently telling him to stand up. he complies, but turns back towards you, a questioning look on his face.

you also rise from the couch, grabbing his hand and leading him through the apartment. "come on, it'll be way easier for me to work out all the knots if you're lying down."

when you get to the bedroom, he immediately lays down face first onto the bed, very much so on board with your plan. "woah, woah, wait just a second." he picks up his head from where it was buried in a pillow and tilts it towards you. "shirt off," you gesture at him to remove it, which he quickly does before flopping back down.

you grab one of your favorite lotions and pour some on your hands, the smell of eucalyptus filling the room. after warming it in your palms for a few moments, you get back to work. your hands slide slowly up the length of his back, applying pressure to his tight muscles. a low groan leaves chan's throat at the sensation.

you continue working out each of the knots in his back, his grunts and moans of pleasure growing louder and more frequent as he relaxes beneath your touch. "fuck, baby girl, you have the best hands."

his words cause goosebumps to tickle your skin and heat to pool in your core. you know he's being completely innocent in his remark, but you can't help the direction your thoughts go when he says it. images of your hands wrapped around his cock, his head thrown back in pleasure flip through your head as you continue the massage.

after a few more minutes you pause, leaning forward slightly. "i think i got all the knots out of your back, are you sore anywhere else?"

chan hesitates for a moment before replying. "ummm, yeah...my chest. but you don't have to worry about it, you've already done too much by rubbing my back for so long."

"no, please! let me. i want to. i can think of nothing more i'd rather do for you right now." there is actually one thing you can think of, but you don't voice it. this isn't about you tonight, it's about helping chan relax and keep his mind off of work.

you raise yourself up on your knees to give him room to move beneath before nudging him slightly. "now roll over."

once he's flipped himself onto his back you have to take a second to just stare. you've seen his bare chest countless times, but you're still always in awe about how gorgeous he is, all smooth muscle and hard lines. you shake yourself out of the daze you were in and lower yourself, so you're sitting just above his hips. leaning forward you start to knead the tight muscles of his chest.

you notice how he winces slightly when you first apply pressure, so you lighten up until the muscles begin to relax beneath your fingers. after awhile, he closes his eyes and starts to let out little breathy moans as you massage the soreness from his chest.

you don't miss the way you can feel him harden beneath your ass as you continue, and you bite back a smile, realizing your massage is affecting him in more ways than one. as you continue, you start to subtly rock your hips in time with the pulls of your hands across his muscles, hovering on your knees slightly, so he will only feel you lightly graze across him.

as you continue you slowly add more pressure, both with your hands and your hips until you're fully grinding on him while rubbing his chest. he tips his head back slightly, eyes still closed, and let's out a deep moan at the feeling of you rocking against his already throbbing dick.

one of his hands makes it way up to your hip, guiding you in your movements and pulling you closer to him. the other hand moves your hands off of his chest before reaching up to your neck, pulling you down to him. you watch as he opens his eyes for barely a second before closing the small distance between you and capturing your lips with his.

he kisses you deeply, languidly, passionately, his tongue slowly stroking yours. he pulls away slightly to suck lightly on your bottom lip before diving in for more. his kiss is rushed, but also slow, urgent, but somehow lazy, it's everything all at once and your mind is spinning, overwhelmed by him.

his hand on your hip slides up, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, and your breath catches at the feeling of his warm hand on your skin. it continues its path up your body, pulling your shirt up along the way. he pauses right below your breast, asking a silent question. you break away from the mind shattering kiss long enough to pull off your shirt. you reach behind yourself and unclasp your bra as well, letting it slide off your arms as you lean back down to capture his lips once more.

his deft hands quickly find your breasts, kneeding them gently, almost reverently, before lightly tugging on each nipple. you moan loudly at the sensation, his mouth swallowing the sound. your brain starts to shutdown as he continues toying with your tits. all you can think about is the fire in your core, how desperate you are for him.

you break free from his overwhelming lips once more, sliding your hands down his body until they run into his waistband. wasting no time, you quickly slide down both his sweats and boxers, hands immediately reaching for his cock. he groans as you wrap your fingers around his length and his hands shoot to your hips, helping you shed your shorts and panties.

you settle yourself back atop him, both of you now completely bare, and rock your hips against him slowly. you slide against him easily, your pussy already absolutely soaked.

"you're always so wet for me," his low voice rumbles through you, his dirty words sending a new wave of arousal crashing over you. "such a good girl you are, isn't that right, baby?"

"mmhmmm," you groan, grinding against him and tipping your head back at the delicious sensation of his cock rubbing against your clit. he guides your hips up and positions himself before slowly pulling you down onto his dick.

you don't move for a few moments once you're fully seated on him, always needing a little time to adjust to his huge cock. just like always, he waits patiently for you to start moving, never wanting to cause you any discomfort.

when you start moving, you do it in the same rhythm as you were massaging his muscles earlier, slowly and deeply. you clench your walls around him as you fuck him, enjoying the moans and pants and filthy words that spill from his lips when you do.

the feeling of him stroking that spot deep inside of you starts to build, and you rock your hips faster, eventually abandoning your plan to take your time as you start to chase your high. chan notices the change and his hand slips in between you and starts playing with your clit. you can't help the choked moan that escapes and fall forward slightly at the intense pleasure he's bringing you, your hand landing on his chest to help keep balanced.

you lose yourself in the sensation of his dick filling you up so perfectly while his thumb rubs circles on your clit until you can't take it anymore, and your orgasm overtakes you. you collapse on top of him, riding out each wave of your climax, panting as you come back down to earth.

he doesn't wait long for you to recover before he's flipping you beneath him. after a few strokes, he pauses and leans down, brushing your hair away from your ear before whispering. "lift your hips for me, baby girl."

confused by his request, but too lost in pleasure to question, you lift your hips, and he slips a pillow beneath them, keeping his dick inside you throughout the whole motion. he rocks his hips gently once, and your eyes roll back at the sensation.

holy shit.

you thought you felt full before, but it's nothing compared to this. the slight change in position makes you feel him so much deeper than ever before, the pleasure with every movement of his amplified by this new angle.

he starts rhythmically moving his hips, pulling almost all the way out with each thrust. you can feel every inch of his dick stroking you, hitting you just right, completely overtaking all your senses until all you can think about is the feeling of him inside of you. you've never felt acute pleasure quite like this before. he picks up his pace and the sensation only grows as he takes you higher and higher until you don't know whether you'll come or pass out from the sheer intensity of pleasure first. his hand moves between you once more and all it takes is one roll of his thumb against your clit before you completely shatter around him.

chans loud groans fill the room as you flutter around his cock, your orgasm seemingly never ending. he slows his pace, rocking languidly in and out of you, drawing out your climax as long as he can. when your high finally settles he gives you a few more deep strokes before pulling out and flopping onto his back next to you.

still dazed from your orgasm it takes you a second to realize he never finished. before you can even form your question you feel his hand wrap around yours, tugging it down to his throbbing cock. "i want you to use your hands. i need to feel you touch me."

you wrap your fingers around his dick, barely managing to fully grasp it because of its size, and slowly stroke it, your juices making your hand slide easily up and down his length.

"fuck, that's right, baby girl. just like that. use all of that delicious cum of yours to jerk me off."

bright bolts of arousal shoot through you at his filthy words, and you pick up your pace, encouraged by his grunts and moans. you reach down with your other hand to play with his balls, knowing that it drives him insane. after only a few moments, he's throwing his head back into the pillow, eyes screwing shut with pleasure and a strangled moan leaving his throat as he spills himself across his stomach.

you continue to stroke him through his orgasm, pulling every last drop from him, enjoying the way his whole body twitches with each movement of your hand, bordering the line of overstimulation. finally, you remove your hand and lean forward, swiping your tongue across his abdomen, cleaning up some of the cum.

he groans at the feeling of your warm mouth again, eyes still closed as he relaxes into the bed. you smile to yourself and pause your efforts for a minute to look up at him. "i would hate for this to go to waste," you say before dipping your head back down.

"mmmmm...that's my good girl," he replies lazily while reaching down blindly and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "always so good to me."

you take your time cleaning him up, enjoying the feeling of your tongue running along his toned muscles. when you're sure that you've gotten every last bit, you pull yourself up his body, resting your head on his shoulder while wrapping an arm over his chest and lazily draping your leg across his waist. you snuggle into his neck, enjoying the comforting, familiar scent of his skin.

he turns slightly to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead and murmuring softly in your ear, "thank you baby girl, i love you endlessly." you both drift off together, wrapped in each other, much more relaxed than earlier.

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hyunverse · 1 year

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single parents club ★彡 bang chan

bang chan x fem!reader

about — in which you stumble across a fellow single parent on a shopping trip.

word count — 1545 words.

warnings — feminine nouns used for reader.

note — thank you sooooooo much for requesting nonnie, and thank you for the patience!

Saturdays are one of Chan’s favourite days. For many reasons.

One, the coffee shop down his block — Stanco Cafe offers 10% off on coffee every Saturday from 8 am to 10 am.

Two, there is no traffic on Saturday mornings.

Three, it’s his outing day with his daughter. Ever since Aera was three, it has been a routine for them to have a father-daughter day out every Saturday.

Chan absolutely adores his Saturdays with Aera. Especially with the reality that Aera was getting older — the little baby who used to fit in his arms is now a four-year-old girl capable of buttoning her own clothes. He loves how Aera would go on and on about how her week went in kindergarten, with chocolate ice cream residue on her cheek. She would babble about how Uncle Felix and Uncle Hyunjin made fun of her new haircut the whole week, and how Uncle Jeongin sucks at tying her hair. Chan loves everything and anything about his Saturdays, it’s that one day he would cherish and feel light-hearted all day.

It’s a Saturday again. Somehow, Aera had successfully convinced Chan into going shopping again. For three weeks straight Aera had consistently asked to go shopping — in which Chan sighed about, saying that his baby girl was getting older. Old enough to want to go on endless shopping trips. Aera had rolled her eyes and said, “of course I’m getting older! I can’t get younger!” The man swore to god that he needed to stop letting Hyunjin babysit his daughter. The sass was sticking to her.

Aera’s in the fitting room alone, with Chan standing outside, leaning on the oak door. The moment the pair stepped into Oshkosh, Aera managed to grab multiple items (mostly pink and ruffle-y) in a few minutes to try on. The little girl with pigtails insisted on going into the fitting room alone, saying that she knew how to dress herself up. Hearing her words honestly made Chan feel like crying, in disbelief that his little princess was growing up so fast. He swore just a few weeks ago he would have to wake up in the midst of the night due to her loud cries. Nevertheless, he let Aera have her own fun, telling her that she could go into the fitting room by herself, under the condition that he would stay right outside the whole time.

The moment you step into the store, you could tell that it was going to be a rough shopping session. The lights are much too bright for the grumpy one-year-old boy in the stroller. You sigh — it’s not like you wanted to go shopping, not with a baby of course — but you had no choice. The babysitter you trust wasn’t available, and Haru was outgrowing his clothes quickly. You needed new clothes for him quickly, and so you prayed the little boy would cooperate.

“Give mommy a few minutes, okay baby,” you mumble, peeking into the hooded stroller, “we’ll go home right after I finish buying you new clothes.”

You only got ten minutes of silence.

A loud cry interrupts your shopping session. You breathe in a heavy breath, looking around in embarrassment. Haru lets out loud sobs, eyes shut as he wails. You stop beside a rack close to the fitting rooms, quick to carry your son into your arms. Assurances slip past your lips as a way to comfort the little boy, your hand feeling his diapers in case it’s full. It isn’t. It’s not Haru’s feeding time either — so it’s fair to say that you have no clue as to why he’s being grumpy.

You sigh in desperation, “come on Haru. . . work with mommy here. What’s wrong, hm, baby?” you say, knowing full well you won’t get a response in return.

It takes a few minutes of witnessing your frustration until Chan goes over. His eyes are glinting with sincerity and slight concern.

“Hey,” he greets you, offering a warm dimpled smile, “you alright?”

You feel your head shake before you could fully process what to reply, “uh, not really. My son’s a little grumpy today.”

“Oh,” he nods, “um. May I?”

Chan extends his hands towards you, offering to take Haru from your arms. See, if it was any other man, you probably would’ve turned the other way but something about the man standing in front of you made you feel safe and trusting. After only a second of hesitation, you pass your crying son towards him. He rocks the crying baby in his buff arms, humming melodic tunes.

“I think he’s feeling a little hot,” he says, placing Haru back into the stroller, “wait a minute.”

Curiously, you watch the unknown man reach into his backpack, gaining even more curious when he takes out a white portable fan. He clips it onto the handle of the stroller, eyebrows furrowed as he adjusts the wind level.

“Okay, I think this is the right setting,” he mumbles, patting your (now calmed down) baby.

To say that you’re impressed would be an understatement.

“You can take the fan, it comes in really handy sometimes. It’s an extra one I happen to have, so I really don’t mind,” he looks up, so you could finally truly look at his face.

Oh.

He’s mesmerizing — his jawline looks like something Pygmalion would sculpt. His eyes are a pretty colour, and the dimples when he smiles make him appear oh-so warm. He’s the definition of handsome.

“Thank you,” you say after you realize you’ve been staring, “god, I don’t know how else to thank you. You’re so good with kids.”

Chan rubs the back of his neck, flashing a humble smile, “no worries, for real. I have one of my own, that’s why.”

Your eyes widen at his statement. Meeting a young parent like you is a rare occurrence — in fact, you’ve never stumbled across one before. A part of you feels soothed that you’re not the only one going through the hardships of a young parent.

“Oh, you have a kid of your own too?”

“Yeah,” the man nods, “a daughter, actually. Her name’s Aera.”

His smile gets wider at the mention of her daughter, and you could feel your heart swell at that. Right on time, a little girl in a pink tutu opens the fitting room door, a similar dimpled smile plastered across her cute face.

“Dad!” she cheers, “can I get this dress?”

Chan ruffles her hair, “of course you can, princess. C’mere.”

He takes the dress from Aera’s grip, glancing back at you.

“How about your boy? What’s his name?”

“Haru. Thought it was a cute name, so I named him that.”

“Is that a baby?” Aera perks up, standing on her tip-toes to look into the stroller, “oh, he’s so cute, dad! So adorable! Can you get me one too?”

Both you and Chan turn red at her remark.

“Um,” he clears his throat, “maybe later, Aera. And stay quiet, you’ll wake the poor baby up.”

He turns back to you, offering an apologetic smile which you return with a small chuckle.

“Thank you, by the way — I didn’t catch your name, just realized,” you say.

“It’s Chan. And you?”

“Y/n,” you reply, “god, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t come to my rescue. Couldn’t get a babysitter today, and I’m a single parent so I had no choice but to bring Haru with me today.”

His eyebrows raise at your statement, “oh? You’re a single parent as well? Me too. It gets hard sometimes, doesn’t it? What not with us being young and all.”

You feel even more seen at his confession.

“It gets so hard, please. Sometimes I feel like tugging all my hair out, actually.”

He laughs, before his eyes widen and he hurriedly whips out his phone.

“Hey, um,” he unlocks his phone, “there’s this groupchat I’m in that’s full of single parents near us. It’s really helpful, they usually suggest babysitters and stuff. Comes in especially handy when I go outstation and have to leave Aera. How about you give me your number and I’ll add you to it?”

You get excited at the thought of meeting other people going through the same things as you, so you waste no time typing your number into his contacts. He watches you throughout the whole ordeal, admiring you. Chan has gone on a few dates after Aera’s mother got up and abandoned them, though none caught his eye the way you do. He can’t help the grin that appears as he admires you.

“Thank you so much Chan, you have no idea how thankful I am for you. It’s been nice meeting you, seriously — but I kind of have to go now, before Haru gets up and gets grumpy again.”

He nods. Head thinking whether he should just ask you out on a date with him or if it was too early to do so. Right before you’re about to stroll away, he grabs a hold of your hand, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Y/n, this might feel so odd to you, but uh — would you like to maybe, grab lunch together sometime?”

You’ve never said yes to a date so fast.

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