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Bite Back

Bang Chan X AFAB!Reader

WC: 1550

Synopsis: You've been craving Chan's attention. What better way to get it than by being a brat? He puts you in your place.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (don't do that pls), slight dom/sub dynamics, reader seems kinda annoying (she just wants dick rlly), spanking, profanity, rough fucking, bent over a table type smut yk, Chan's dick is big (are we surprised), oral (m. receiving), fingering, one teeny little slap on readers vagina, teasing (also m. receiving)

A/N: I wrote some smut for you guys :). I haven't written smut in a while. I haven't written literally anything in a while. I just finished my homework and decided to dedicate my precious sleep time to writing this. Hope you enjoy. It's not beta read, so mistakes are all my fault.

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It started with the coffee. 

You knew he liked it plain in the morning, no sugar, no cream. So when you handed him his mug with a too-innocent smile, he didn’t notice right away – until his first sip.

He froze mid-swallow. “Why is this so…sweet?” 

You leaned casually against the counter, sipping your own drink. “Thought you could use a little variety.” You shrugged. 

His brow furrowed. “Variety? I almost spit it out, baby. It tastes like straight sugar.” 

“Then you’d have ruined my floors,” you said lightly, ignoring the way his eyes narrowed. 

“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, setting the mug down.

You just hummed, your smirk promising you weren't done. 

The second instance happened later. While he was trying to pack up some things for the day, you claimed the couch – and his phone. 

“Where’s my phone?” he called from the bedroom. 

“Safe,” you replied. 

“Safe?” he appeared in the doorway, suspicious. 

You were lounging on the cushions, scrolling through something with exaggerated focus. “I’m just checking your playlists. Making sure you’re not secretly listening to anything embarrassing.” 

“Baby. Give it back, please.” 

You tapped the screen a few more times, clearly not in any rush. “Hmm…nope. Nothing scandalous. But your taste is boring.” 

He walked over, palm out. “Phone.” 

You raised a brow, holding it out hesitatingly before he snatched it out of your hand with a chastising look, quickly turning around and heading back to the bedroom. 

The third time, he broke. By the time you were ready to leave, he’d already endured three more of your little “games” – including taking his favorite jacket “because it looked better on you” and changing the music in the apartment to something you knew he didn’t like. 

And now�� the car keys. 

You were holding the car keys just out of reach while leaning against the hallway wall. 

“You gonna hand those over?” he asked, palm out. 

You twirled the keys around one finger, the faint jingle making his jaw tighten. “I could, but I like seeing you ask so nicely.” 

“We’re already late,” he said, stepping closer. Threatening. 

You cocked your head, lips curling. “Then you’d better convince me.” 

“Keys. Now.”

You twirled them around your finger, the metallic jingle echoing between you. “What’s the magic word?”

His brows lifted, incredulous. “You’re pushing it.” 

“Mhm.” The keys dangled just above his shoulder as you stretched your arm up. “Say please. Or – better yet – say ‘You’re the prettiest, sweetest, most adorable girlfriend in the world.’”

He stared at you, and you could almost see the wat in his expression – half tempted to laugh, half ready to end this game on the spot. “You really enjoy making me work for it don’t you?” 

Your grin widened. “Of course. You get this look when you’re annoyed. It’s really hot, honestly.”

He stepped in, bracing one arm against the wall beside you. “You’re unbelievable.” 

“I prefer ‘charming.’”

“That’s not what I'm calling you right now.”

You tipped your chin up, eyes sparkling. “Then what?” 

“A brat.”

Your heart gave a quick, traitorous flutter. “Guilty.” You said, with a teasing smile. 

His other hand slid up your hip, fingers pressing lightly as he leaned closer. “Keep pushing,” he murmured, “and you're gonna find out how I deal with brats.” 

“Promise?” you ask, watching his eyes darken. 

The air between you tightened, charged. You could feel the keys still warm in your palm, but neither of you were thinking about the car anymore, and he was no longer playing this game with you. 

In a flash, he was on you, pinning you against the wall with his body, one hand gripping your chin firmly. 

“I’ve had it with your attitude,” he scoffed, his eyes flashing with a deep hunger – dark and dangerous. “You’ve been a brat all day, and I put up with it. But I’ve reached the end of my patience, baby.”

He spun you around, and you could faintly hear the sound of the keys hitting the ground. He brought his hand down on your ass with a stinging slap. 

He leaned in, close to your ear, and you could feel yourself starting to soak through the nice panties you wore tonight. “You wanna know how I deal with brats?” He asked, punctuating his words with another slap. “Need to learn your place, hm? You wanted my attention that badly?”

You found yourself arching into his slaps and his touches, whimpering and moaning helpless as he reduced you to a quivering, pliant mess. 

Finally, when your ass was aching and hot from his punishing attention, he slid a thick finger down your front and past your panties. 

“Already so wet for me, baby,” he taunted, adding a second finger when he deemed you stretched out on the first one enough – his hand curling them just right. “Looks like you enjoyed your punishment, yeah?” 

You could only moan in response, lost to the overwhelming sensations of his fingers inside of you and his dirty words in your ear. He worked you expertly – knowing your body inside and out – until you were writhing and begging for more. 

Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he withdrew his fingers and stepped back, not before landing a light smack to your dripping cunt. 

“On your knees,” he commanded, voice rough with lust. “I wanna put that smart mouth of yours to good use.” 

Shakily, you complied, dropping to the floor and reaching for his belt. You freed his throbbing cock, your mouth watering at the size of it. 

Before you could even think to take it in your mouth, he fisted a hand in your hair and pulled you forward, forcing his length past your lips. 

You gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat, tears streaming down your face as he used your mouth for his pleasure. But despite the rough treatment, you couldn’t help the surge of arousal that flooded through you. Being used so roughly, so utterly at his mercy, was the most intensely erotic experience of your life. And he knew it. 

He fucked your face mercilessly, holding your head in place as he pounded into your throat. You struggled to breathe around his thick cock, saliva dripping down your chin as he took what he wanted. When he finally pulled out, you gasped for air, coughing and sputtering.

But there was no respite to be found. He lifted you up and pushed you toward the table, bending you over it, and pressing the thick head of his cock against your entrance. You tensed, knowing he would stretch you out so deeply. 

"Relax, baby," he breathed in your ear, one hand massaging your sensitive clit. "I know it will be tight, but you can take me. I'll make it fit, yeah?"

Trusting his words, you tried to relax as he pushed forward, slowly working his cock into your hole. The stretch was incredible, bordering on painful as he inched deeper and deeper inside you. But the combined stimulation of his fingers on your clit and the fullness of his cock made you feel so incredibly full and complete.

Finally seated fully inside you, he paused, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. He felt so big no matter how many times he had fucked you. Then he started to move, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in. You cried out at the sudden penetration, back arching as he set a hard, fast pace.

The table shook and creaked beneath you as he pounded into your willing body, grunting and groaning with the force of his thrusts. The slight pain quickly gave way to intense pleasure as your walls stretched and adjusted around his girth, each intense stroke hitting that deep spot inside you.

"That’s it, take it," he groaned, angling his hips to hit that spot over and over. "This is what brats like you need, hm? To be used and thoroughly fucked into your place."

His words pushed you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave. Your inner muscles clamped down around him like a vice as you came harder than you ever had before, wave after wave of ecstasy rolling through you.

He followed seconds later, burying himself deep as he exploded inside you. You felt the heat of his cum flooding you, marking you as his in the most primal way possible.

You stayed locked together for long moments afterwards, both breathing hard as you came down from your highs. Finally, he pulled out and helped you stand on wobbly, fucked out legs.

"Lesson learned?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face with a soft smile on his.

You could only nod, still trying to catch your breath. His smile widened then, looking satisfied and smug.

"Good girl," he praised, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "Now, go wait in the bathroom while I order some food. I’ll be there to clean you up in a few minutes, okay?”

You nodded again, smiling gently at him.

As you headed for the bathroom, you couldn't help but smirk to yourself. You may have started the day as a brat, but you were ending it thoroughly conquered and owned. 

So in the end, you still won. 

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Jisung booing Changbin at Music Bank (2025.08.22) via STEii_e2

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Hi!! Can I please request poly! Ot8 skz x reader in abo setting!! Like everyone’s dating everyone.

Can the reader please be an omega. Chan, Minho and Jeongin as alphas. Jisung and Felix as omegas. And then i don’t mind what you pick for Changbin, Hyunjin, and Seungmin!

I also don’t mind if it’s texts or written!

fake texts | pack texts

pairing: poly!ot8 x reader

genre: fluff?

warnings: abo, jokes :P, sexual implications?

SS count: 9

masterlist:A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

taglist: @diekleinesuesse @tillaboo @felixsonlyrealwife @geni-627 @skz8riley @lezleeferguson-120 @pixie-felix @headfirstfortoro @alnex05 @baby-stay92 @encoredesires @androgynouscrownorbit @channiesluvrclub @my-neurodivergent-world @chims-dimple @bookswillfindyouaway @stellasays45 @angel-writes-skz-here @m-325 @0sunshinecryptid0 @beal-o @hug4helios @oksullen @rileylovescats @dreamyfelixx @yxna-bliss @turtledove824 @enhacolor @skzz0213 @hannahlue @purplelady85 @velvetmoonlght @inishij @bangchanspineapple @straykids4lifeee @peskybirdysya @gnabsss

taglist pt2: @zayn-210 @wolfhallows4 @katsukis1wife @sammhisphere @bangchanspineapple

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alpha sensory meridian response

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

warnings: a/b/o universe (stray kids hot omegaverse!!), desperate alpha camboy!jisung, omega!reader, dirty talk, guided masturbation, surprise ending (y’all know i love those)

a/n: i previously wrote this for another fandom many moons ago but it was like half the length it is now and sucked ass (and not in the fun way). also i know it’s not very asmr-y pls don’t hate me but i thought the title was too good to pass up lmao!!!

you’d stumbled upon the channel a few years ago in the middle of one of your most intense heats yet; you’d come so much that day but still couldn’t get it to break, and you’d tried everything. hyunjin, your friend and usual heat partner, was out of town and couldn’t help you through it this time. 

you weren’t one of those omegas who could just settle with using a toy and go about your heat with no issue. no, you had to have company, you had to hear someone talking you through it and cumming too. with hyunjin away, all you could do was watch porn or listen to audios to help you get off. alphas jerking their cocks, fucking their whiny omegas, guided masturbation, anything. with your laptop connected to the television in your room, that’s how you spent your heat. your autoplay was on, and when a new video loaded from your recommended tab, your pussy convulsed immediately at the sight on screen. 

it was an alpha, tan and broad, fucking a fleshlight tucked snugly under the edge of his mattress. his brown hair flopped with his movements, movement so rough and fluid that his cheeks jiggled lightly. he popped the fattest knot you’d ever seen, locking his pubic mound flush against the silicone head of the fleshlight. your mouth watered at the sight of his cum seeping out of the toy and matting the bush of his pubic hair, and it didn’t take you long to ruin your comfy nest of blankets underneath you with your cum. 

that alpha helped you through your heat.

you weren’t coherent enough to do all your digging during the throws of it, but after your cycle broke you diligently looked through his channel and diligently watched every single one of his videos. there were fifteen so far, each video including the acronym asmr. his videos tickled your brain just right, especially if you watched them with headphones. slick noises, whispered praises, kisses to his microphone… a quick and easy way to get your pussy leaking.

the alpha’s screen name was hannie, and you came to find that he made these asmr videos for omegas going through heats alone. hannie had just over two thousand subscribers on the website, and you had quickly become one of them.  

he’s a camboy. you’d barely be able to call yourself a fan if you skipped out on his weekly streams, right? that’s where you found yourself every thursday night at nine sharp, letting hannie coax orgasm after orgasm out of you and talking you through each one whether you were in heat or not. you might as well have been for how much he made you cum. 

despite how silly it sounds, the honey-skinned, cheeky alpha quickly became a fixture in your life. your private twitter account basically became a hub of all things hannie. you had his notifications on, happily picking your phone up throughout the day to read whatever it is hannie had to say, whether it be a fun fact about ancient sumerian irrigation systems or a picture of his hand holding the fat of his knot. 

as time went on, you couldn’t help but fall for him. maybe it’s weird, but who cares? you’re a dedicated fan! just like hyunjin is with his favorite trot singer I.N. you couldn’t help it! he was fun and easy to like, and god did he know how to make you cum. his personality showed through every video he posted, and you felt in your heart that he was someone that you needed to know.

you watched every video hannie made, liked all of his pictures on instagram (and when you felt really daring, commented on them as well), and retweeted his tweets. every heat of yours since you found the alpha was spent with him in some way. if you weren’t watching hannie’s videos, you were thinking of him, always coming hard and wetting your bed with slick.

it’s only 9:10 and he’s already got you delirious with want. 

“fuuuck, yes! you know how much i love that. just fuck yourself and let me hear it, okay baby? yeah, yeah, i hear your little pussy talking to me,” hannie whines through gritted teeth.

he must hear you. he has to, even through his screen. he wants you to finger yourself with the tips of your fingers until your slicked pussy is clicking with wetness and drooling down the length of your fingers. 

“fucking- oh god, oh god, baby. my dick’s so ready for you.”

it’s your turn to whine, and it’s almost like he really can hear you because he whines back. hannie has a tight fist on his cock, stroking up and down as slow as he can stand. he’s a sight to see, yellow snapback backwards on his head and bare chest gleaming with sweat you dream of licking off. he’s wearing a robe. it’s untied and stark white against his tanned skin.

you have half a mind to wonder where he is tonight. he’s not at his usual set up with the shelves and figurines in the back, no, it looks like he’s at a hotel. he doesn’t have any of his regular toys either, just him and his hand. 

“baby! oh baby, baby. miss your sweet pussy… let me see it? let hannie see it. let hannie see his pussy.”

oh god. 

you’d do anything he ever asked of you. your fingers squelch when they leave your hole, but they’re not gone for long. this time when you find your hole, it’s with both hands. you use two fingers from each hand to breach your hole and spread it open, gaping slightly as if the desperate alpha on screen could see you through the camera on your laptop. 

“look at that! need t- fuck, ‘m gonna fucking knot so quick,” he whispers and shakes his head. you can see his fingers flex around his heavy cock, bulb already starting to form at the base. “you’re such a good omega for me. the perfect one, i swear.” 

“yesss, hannie,” you whimper. it’s the first time you’ve given him anything other than a moan tonight. 

“so beautiful, my baby. so gorgeous, i’m so lucky to have you. luckiest damn alpha in the world,” hannie says. “play with your nipples? shit, yeah. do that! lemme see. let me see you pinch ‘em, baby.” 

you obey easily once again, trailing your fingers from your sopping cunt to your peaked nipples. the first touch to them has you whimpering right off the bat, chest arching towards the ceiling when you pinch lightly at them like hannie asked you to. your nipples are coated with your slick, scent now heady and strong on your chest. hannie would lick it off, right? he’d rub his face against your breasts until he’s coated in your scent and then suck your pebbled nipples into the warmth of his mouth. you know he’d look so dangerously sweet with those chubby cheeks hollowed and big, round eyes looking up at you. 

“i bet they’re so fucking hard,” he growls. growls, damn near feral and way past horny. a fucking monkey-brained, alpha knothead just wanting to sink his cock into something other than his fist. “wanna hear the noises you’ll make when i get my tongue on those babies.”

you cry out, fingers lightly circling your nipples as your hips stutter up into nothing. your tummy clenches. god, your nipples are so fucking sensitive. your own fingers feel so lovely but you wish they were someone else’s. 

“pull them for me. yeah baby, yeah? feel that? bet you’re so fucking soaked. oh god, okay. okay. push them together, show me those tits.”

you moan airily as you press both hands to the sides of your breasts and push them together.

“you’re doing it, aren’t you? yeah, yes. please, i fucking love your tits, baby, pleasepleaseplease. oh, spread those legs for me again,” the alpha whispers, frantic. he can’t keep up with himself. “don’t be shy. you don’t have to be shy with me, sweetie. i just wanna see where my knot’s gonna go, okay?” 

you whine, letting your hands fall to the bed and spreading your legs again. your hands move to hold yourself under the knees and you lean back, presenting your cunt and the pucker of your rim, as if the alpha could see either of your ready and willing holes. viscous slick leaks from your cunt and onto the bed as your body shakes with need. 

you’d be on your hands and knees presenting like a true bitch for him if it didn’t mean you had to turn away from your laptop.

“you should play with your hole for me, baby. will you listen to me? let me show you how to do it? alpha wants you to tease it. rub it with your fingers, my baby, don’t put them in yet. make yourself wetter. hannie can smell your slick from here, you know? wanna fucking- fucking. b-bathe in it! smell like you, smell like my baby,” he growls again, teeth snapping like he’s losing what little composure he has left.

“yessss, a-alpha,” you keen, fingers rubbing over your hole and feeling slick trail out. you rub faster as your slick makes the glide so easy you can barely feel it. your swollen clit is aching to be touched, but hannie didn’t tell you to do that. “pussy’s so wet, ‘m so wet for you, h-hannie. fuck me, fuck me please!”

hannie laughs, almost like he heard you. he looks up at the ceiling and shakes his head like he’s trying to regain the sense he’s lost since he started his stream. “baaaaby, my knot’s ready for you. got me so worked up, wanna fuck your little hole so bad.”

you’re still rubbing at it, and you have to take your hand away to stop from cumming too soon. you didn’t even touch your clit. just the promise of something in your hole has you that on edge. you bring your fingers to your mouth, immediately shoving them inside to taste your own slick. 

“what are you doing? what are you- tell me. oh, baby, wish i was there to watch you. you makin’ a slut out of yourself for me? wanna see you be dirty,” hannie whimpers. “wanna see you be dirty so bad. put- oh, shit baby. put your fingers inside again! i can’t wait much longer. don’t wanna knot my hand, okay? ‘kay, yeah, wanna knot your little pussy…” 

he trails off into a growl and his hips kick up unto his hand. hannie’s huffing like he’s close to a tantrum, and his other hand is quick to join its twin on his cock. his fingers entwine tightly together on either side of his cock, and he fucks into the squeeze of his hands roughly like he would a cunt. it seems to quiet him for a moment and has you clenching.

you nod your head and bring your wet fingers back to your hole. “feels so good, hannie, alpha. want your big knot so bad.” two fingers slip inside, and you feel your face heat up at the dirty noise it makes as your fingers meet globs of slick. you never get this wet outside of your heats, but hannie brings it out of you regardless.

“god, i love how wet you are, baby,” hannie whispers. “feels like i’ve already knotted you up, huh? so wet inside it’s like i already creampied that fucking pussy.”

that pulls a gasp out of you, keening high in your throat as you finger fuck yourself harder. 

both of hannie’s hands are still wrapped around his cock, but he’s slowed down now. “with me, baby, fuck yourself with me.”

all you can do is nod. your fingers slow down as your eyes bore into the screen so that you can match hannie’s rhythm. you push your fingers in at the same time hannie drags his hands down his dick. your mouth falls open in a silent scream, eyes tearing up as your fingers crook just right, legs shaking from the all-consuming pleasure. your head threatens to fall back to bear your neck for the alpha on the screen. 

“oh baby,” hannie growls. “your little hole feels so good on my cock. perfect- perfect hole for me. all for hannie.” you respond with a high pitched wail as hannie continues to talk. “hole’s gonna make me burst, baby. f-fuck! s-show me your neck? please, oh please, ohplease, please? have i been good? i promise i’ll b- be so good if you’ll let me bite…”

your body seizes immediately, neck bearing as you picture the alpha above you, claiming you as his own. “h-hannie! yes! yes, please! i’m cumming, oh, i-!” you cry. your hips buck as you cum on your fingers, eyes locked on hannie’s expanding knot. you squeal when hannie cums as well, cunt pulsing at the sight of the alpha milking his own knot and growling into the air.

“why don’t you get your plug, baby? it’s in the nightstand, right? slide it right in so none of alpha’s cum can leak out, okay?” he whispers, and you do what he says, pulling your vaginal plug out of its bag in the nightstand and lubing it with your slick. it fits just right, comforting and satisfying.

“go to sleep, my baby. you can. hannie wore you out didn’t he?” he laughs, and you smile sleepily. “so safe and warm and cozy in your nest, bet it smells so good. will you let me in, let alpha in your nest so he can hold you, baby?” 

the last thing you remember is a soft yes, alpha escaping your lips as you drift off.

you wake up to sunshine streaming through the room and a warm chest pressed against your back. your plug is on the nightstand, but you feel your alpha’s cock inside of you instead. a sleepy smile stretches across your face when you feel jisung’s nose press into the side of your neck and inhale. you reach for his arm, pulling it into your own chest and twining your hands together to rest.

you roll over slightly to look at the sleepy alpha behind you and gently kiss him on the forehead. 

“you’re back early,” you whisper. you feel so calm, and you don’t want to disrupt the tranquility in your room by speaking any louder. 

“baby, didn’even stay the full night in the hotel,” jisung mumbles against your neck. his words are slurred with sleep, and he’s warm against your back. “couldn’t leave my biggest fan hangin’ baby, are you kidding?” 

jisung is quick to burst your calm little bubble by rolling over, stretching his arms, and groaning at the top of his lungs. he props his head up on his hand and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“so, how was the show?” 

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can u find hyunjin

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I Shouldn't Want You, But I Do

pairing: Pervy!Bang Chan x Best Friend's Sister!Female Reader

wc: 4.4k

cw: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, obsession, slight dubcon vibes, voyeurism, masturbation (f and m), Chan eavesdropping, obsessive thoughts, Chan’s fantasies, cursing, dirty talk, strong sexual tension (not proof read) (lmk if I missed anything)

Minors DNI

Requested

Summary: Chan’s been crushing hard on his best friend’s sister for way too long and his imagination has gotten very out of control. After accidentally overhearing her in a very private moment, he can’t stop thinking about her.

It started so innocently.

Chan had only gotten up for some water. It was late, pushing 2AM, and the house was silent. He knew this place like the back of his hand by now, crashing here more weekends than not. Your brother, his best friend, was passed out upstairs after a long day of gaming and weed, probably snoring into a pillow.

And Chan? He was just wandering the hallway half-asleep, shirtless and barefoot, blinking blearily.

Then he passed your door.

Slightly cracked open.

And there it was.

A sound so soft he almost missed it. A faint breath, half gasp, half moan.

He froze. Brow furrowing. He leaned just a little closer, tilting his head toward the crack in the door.

Then he heard it again.

Whimper. Wet.

His breath caught. His body stiffened, heart suddenly pounding in his chest like a war drum.

No way.

You couldn’t be. Not you.

You were his best friend’s little sister. You barely even looked at him half the time. Always teasing, rolling your eyes when the guys were loud. Always in your own world.

But now…

Now you were behind that door, moaning quietly into the dark. And if he really focused, if he let himself listen, he could just barely make out the slick, obscene sound of your fingers moving between your thighs.

He should’ve walked away.

Should’ve kept moving, grabbed his water, gone back to the guest room like nothing happened.

But instead?

Chan stayed. Back pressed to the wall. Eyes closed. Breathing hard.

You gasped again, just a whisper of breath, and he swore he felt it in his dick.

He could picture you so clearly. Legs spread wide. One hand between your thighs, the other clutching your pillow. Biting your lip. Eyes half-lidded. Head thrown back.

He could picture it way too easily. And that was the first sign of a problem.

Then you said it.

“Fuuuck… feels so good…”

Soft. Sweet. A little desperate.

And that broke him.

Chan’s cock throbbed under his boxers so hard he almost reached down right there in the hallway like a fucking creep. But he couldn’t stop imagining it, couldn’t stop hearing that breathy little moan over and over in his head.

You didn’t know he was there.

Didn’t know he heard.

His hand was already down his pants by the time he shut the door to the guest room behind him.

He barely even made it to the bed. Just dropped onto the mattress like something possessed, back pressed to the headboard, legs splayed out beneath him, dick straining hard against the thin cotton of his boxers.

Chan hissed through clenched teeth, barely keeping quiet as he pushed the fabric down, his cock finally springing free, aching and already leaking at the tip. The rush of guilt didn’t even register. Not with his head full of you.

“Fuck…” he muttered, wrapping a shaky hand around himself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

He started slow at first. Stroking the way he always did, tight grip, rough, fast, but it wasn’t enough. Not with your voice still ringing in his ears. That soft gasp. The sound of your slick fingers moving faster. That tiny, breathy moan like it was meant to be secret.

And then there was that word you whispered, just once, just barely…

“Please…”

Chan groaned. Head thudding back against the wall. His hips snapped upward, chasing friction like he needed it to live.

He imagined your thighs spread open, knees drawn up, fingers circling your clit just the way he imagined you liked. He imagined slipping into your room, watching from the shadows as you got yourself off. Maybe you’d pause when you noticed him. Maybe your fingers would stop moving. But maybe, fuck, maybe, you’d let him help.

He pumped his cock harder, breath ragged now.

“Bet you’re so fucking wet for it,” he whispered to no one. “Fucking dripping, aren’t you? All for yourself… fuck, for me.”

His strokes turned desperate. Sloppy. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and he didn’t even try to hold it back. He pictured you sliding two fingers in, working your clit with the other hand, breath catching as you got close. That same whimper. That perfect, sweet little gasp.

He was already so fucking close it hurt.

“Let me taste it,” he growled under his breath. “Bet you’d fucking melt on my tongue. Ride my face like a needy little- shit”

He came hard. Guttural. Spine arching, teeth bared, hips twitching as thick ropes spilled across his hand and stomach. He jerked through the aftershocks, eyes fluttering shut, his whole body trembling as he rode the wave out in silence.

Then came the crash.

His chest heaved. His hand stilled. The silence crept in like guilt. Heavy. Unavoidable.

He looked down at the mess he made of himself, panting, skin flushed, cock still twitching, and all he could think was: What the fuck is wrong with me?

But even as he wiped himself off with the first shirt he could reach, even as he buried his face in the pillow and begged for sleep to shut it all off, he already knew he’d do it again.

It’d been months since he heard you that night.

He told himself it was just a one-time thing. That he’d get over it. That you were just a passing fantasy born out of a dry spell and poor impulse control.

But he had already begun seeing you in a different light.

And now? Now he noticed.

Noticed that you walked around the house in tiny little shorts, tank tops without a bra, licking popsicles on the couch like it wasn’t the most torturous thing he’d ever seen in his life.

You weren’t even trying and that was the worst part.

“Hey, Chan,” you called out lazily from the kitchen, bare legs on full display as you leaned over the counter. “Do you know if we have any more of that chocolate almond milk? I swear someone drank it all.”

He blinked up at you from the couch, eyes zeroing in on the way your ass stuck out while you rummaged through the fridge.

Fuck.

His mouth went dry. He looked away before he got caught staring. Again.

“Uh… nah, think your brother finished it,” he mumbled, praying the growing bulge in his sweatpants wasn’t too obvious. “He chugged like half the carton last night.”

“Figures,” you muttered, shutting the fridge with a sigh. You turned, popped the cap off a water bottle with your teeth, and tilted your head back to take a long sip. Drops of cold water slid down your throat, catching in the dip between your collarbones.

Chan bit his cheek so hard it hurt.

This was getting out of hand.

Every time you brushed past him in the hallway, every time your thigh touched his on the couch, every fucking time you tied your hair up in that messy little ponytail, he swore he was seconds away from doing something unforgivable.

You had no idea what you did to him. Or maybe you did. Maybe you knew.

Because last night, when your brother passed out early and the two of you ended up alone in the living room watching some random horror movie, your bare thigh had rested against his the whole time. He hadn’t moved. Couldn’t. Too scared you'd notice the hard-on he was hiding under the throw blanket.

Then you turned to him, eyes wide from a jump scare, and whispered:

“You’re warm.”

And laid your head on his shoulder.

He hadn’t slept all night.

His cock had throbbed against his own stomach for hours, just thinking about your skin on his. Your cheek resting against him, your breath warm through his shirt. If you’d shifted even an inch closer, he might’ve come in his fucking pants like a teenager.

Now, here you were again, leaning over the kitchen sink to rinse a cup out, shirt riding up just enough to show the curve of your lower back.

Chan’s jaw clenched.

He had to get out of here.

“Gonna… gonna take a shower,” he blurted, standing too fast. “Feel gross.”

“Okay,” you said with a little smirk, sipping your water. “Don’t take too long. We’re doing movie night again, remember?”

He barely nodded as he escaped down the hallway, muttering something incoherent under his breath.

The second the bathroom door locked, Chan was yanking off his shirt like it offended him.

His skin felt too tight, his sweats clung to his legs, and his dick had been pressing painfully against his waistband ever since you leaned over in those fucking shorts.

“You’re warm.”

That innocent whisper from last night played on a loop in his skull like a curse. You hadn’t even meant anything by it, he knew that. You were just being friendly, soft, a little sleepy.

But it wrecked him. The way your voice got all low and breathy. The way you looked up at him with those sleepy eyes like he was safe. Warm. Close.

Like you’d be okay with falling asleep in his lap.

Like you’d let him touch you if he asked.

He turned the shower on cold, hoping the freezing spray would shock some sense into him.

It didn’t.

The second he stepped in, eyes shut, head tilted back under the stream, you were all he could see.

You, standing in the kitchen sucking the water off your thumb. You, head on his shoulder last night, mouth parted like you wanted him to kiss you. You, behind that door again, fingers moving slow and slick while you gasped his name without even knowing it.

Chan groaned through clenched teeth, already hard and aching. His hand moved to wrap around his cock before he could even try to talk himself out of it.

“God, what the fuck is wrong with me…” he muttered, forehead pressed against the wall, palm stroking tight and fast like he could erase you from his brain with enough friction.

But he didn’t want to erase you.

He wanted to ruin you.

He wanted to slip into your room next time you touched yourself and stay. Sink to his knees at the edge of your bed and press his mouth between your legs until you were whimpering for real. Until you were tugging his curls and crying out his name, loud and shameless.

He wanted to hear the way you’d sound when you came on him.

Chan’s hips snapped forward into his hand, slick water dripping off his chest as he jerked himself hard enough to bruise.

“Bet you’d taste so fucking sweet,” he grunted, voice low, breath fogging the glass door. “Let me fuck you with my tongue, baby, wanna feel you shake for me…”

He was losing it.

He gripped tighter, thumb swiping over the swollen head, wrist working fast, breath coming out ragged and fast as he imagined you on your knees in the shower with him. Dropping the towel. Letting him see everything.

Would you blush? Would you look shy? Or would you smirk up at him with that same little look you gave him today in the kitchen, like you knew you had him wrapped around your finger?

“Fucking tease,” he hissed, eyes squeezing shut. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

He came with a groan, hot and heavy against the tiles, his thighs trembling under the weight of it. The sound of the water masked the sharp slap of skin and the wet string of curses that followed, but nothing could drown out how wrecked he felt afterward.

He leaned there for a minute, panting, forehead pressed to the wall, cum washing down the drain between his feet, trying to remember how to breathe.

He was so fucked.

So deep in it he couldn’t see straight.

Because this wasn’t just lust anymore.

It was need.

You were just trying to grab your clothes.

Laundry done, towel wrapped tight around your chest, hair up, body still warm from the dryer heat as you padded barefoot down the hallway. You planned to shower after Chan finished his, figured you had a couple minutes before he was out.

But when you turned the corner you ran right into him.

Chan froze mid-step, just outside the steamy bathroom, water still dripping from his curls and chest bare under the towel slung around his shoulders. He was only in sweatpants and he looked at you like you’d just slapped him across the face.

“Oh, sorry!” you gasped, clutching your towel tighter. “Didn’t think you were done yet.”

Chan didn’t answer at first. His eyes dropped fast, to your legs, to the curve of your waist, to the loose knot barely holding your towel up. You saw the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed, the tight line of his jaw.

He looked wrecked.

Like he’d seen a ghost.

Or worse, like he’d seen exactly what he wanted and knew he couldn’t have it.

“Nah,” he said finally, voice low and rough. “I’m done.”

You nodded, shifting a little. But he didn’t move. And neither did you.

The hallway was suddenly too narrow, too quiet. You could still smell the shampoo on him, feel the heat radiating from his chest. You hadn’t seen him shirtless in forever, when it hadn’t meant anything.

Now?

Your eyes dipped lower than they should’ve.

And he noticed.

Chan stepped back slightly, like distance would save him. Like not looking at you directly would make his cock stop twitching in his sweatpants.

It didn’t.

“You okay?” you asked lightly, trying to fill the silence.

He nodded too quickly. “Yeah.”

You reached up without thinking, fingers brushing his damp hair. “You missed a spot. Shampoo’s still in your curls.”

The moment you touched him, he froze.

He wasn’t breathing. You could see it, the stillness in his chest, the sharp set of his shoulders. And when your hand pulled back, he finally let out a quiet breath.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered.

Your head tilted. “Like what?”

His voice dropped lower, strained. “Like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

That gave you pause.

You blinked, slowly, feeling the air shift between you. Then let the corner of your lips pull into the faintest smirk.

“I don’t,” you said, soft and curious. “Why don’t you tell me?”

That did it.

Chan cursed under his breath and turned fast, storming off down the hall like he was trying to outrun his own thoughts.

You watched him go.

And smiled to yourself.

You didn’t mean to hear it. Didn’t mean to stop.

But the second you stepped out of your room and heard the low, muffled groan from behind the guest room door, you froze.

You knew that sound.

Your heart thudded, skin prickling with heat, and you took one step closer until you were standing just outside the door. It was cracked open less than an inch, not enough to see anything clearly.

But enough.

His voice came again, soft and low. Broken.

“Fuck…”

You could hear the slick, steady rhythm of his hand, the quiet thump of the bedframe shifting under his weight. Every sound went straight to your core. You hadn’t even meant to look, had told yourself just hearing it was already too much.

But then you heard it. Heard your name.

“…God, baby, can’t stop thinking about you…”

Your breath caught in your throat.

He didn’t know you were there.

Didn’t know the door hadn’t latched. Didn’t know you were standing right outside, barefoot, flushed, towel still clinging to your body.

You swallowed hard, eyes locked on the sliver of the room you could see through the door. His silhouette shifted. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand braced behind him, the other pumping slow and desperate over his cock.

Your name fell from his lips again, quiet this time, like a prayer.

“Say my name again,” he groaned under his breath. “Wanna hear you say it like that again, fuck.”

Your thighs pressed together instinctively.

You bit your lip as his hand sped up, movements messier now, breath coming out in harsh, ragged gasps. He let out a sharp, frustrated moan, head tipping back, curls falling into his face.

You could feel how close he was.

His voice cracked as he muttered, “Bet you’d taste so fucking good, just wanna eat you up, baby, please…”

And then he came.

With a sharp, strangled groan, hips jerking up into his fist. His abs tensed, legs spread, cum spilling over his hand and stomach as he gasped your name again, lower this time. Softer.

Wrecked.

Completely ruined.

You didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Just stood there, watching through the door as he fell back onto the bed with a heavy breath, arm over his eyes, chest heaving. He didn’t even know he’d said your name out loud. Didn’t know he’d been heard.

Didn’t know that your towel was slowly slipping as you turned away, heart pounding, thighs clenched, breath shallow.

He would.

Soon.

The next morning, you woke up with a plan.

You knew Chan was still trying to recover from last night, maybe embarrassed, maybe frustrated, maybe both.

So you decided to have a little fun.

You made sure your room door was just cracked open, the perfect angle for anyone who might be wandering the hall. Fortunately, your brother was working.

You pulled the softest cotton robe on, one that barely covered anything, the kind that slipped off the shoulders if you didn’t hold it right.

Then, moving slow and deliberate, you started your morning routine.

You brushed your hair, every stroke exaggerated, letting the strands fall just so.

You stretched, arms high over your head, the robe slipping dangerously low.

You bit your lip, pretending not to hear the faintest thud of footsteps outside.

Obviously it was Chan. Maybe he was watching.

You didn’t care.

You dropped the robe.

Naked, standing in the sunlight streaming through your window, you moved toward the mirror.

Your fingers traced lazy patterns over your skin, fingertips sliding over curves you knew drove him crazy.

You took your time.

You knew his eyes were on you.

You could almost hear his breath hitch, feel his gaze burning holes into your back.

You folded the robe back over your body at last, turning just enough to flash the faintest smile over your shoulder.

He didn’t want to be caught staring.

He really didn’t.

But there you were, door cracked open just enough for him to see.

And God, you moved like you knew exactly what he was doing.

Every brush of your hair was a damn invitation. Every stretch, every careless slip of the robe,  it was like you were teasing him just by existing.

Chan’s breath hitched. His chest tightened, heart pounding like a drum in his ears.

He wanted to knock, to tell you to stop. But he couldn’t move.

Couldn’t look away.

And when you dropped the robe completely, standing there naked in the sunlight, he felt his knees go weak.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice barely audible. “You’re gonna kill me.”

He swallowed hard, biting his lip to keep himself quiet.

That little smile you gave over your shoulder? It was the final blow.

He wanted to run in and wrap his arms around you.

But all he could do was stand frozen, breathless, and wonder how the hell you always managed to have this power over him.

It happened the next day.

You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when he appeared in the doorway.

His hair was still damp, but his eyes were burning with something fierce, something different.

He swallowed hard, stepping inside without a word. Then, before you could even say anything, he dropped the towel from his neck and took a slow step toward you.

“I can’t fucking hide it anymore,” he blurted out, voice low and rough like he’d been holding it in for too long. “I’m obsessed with you. Like, every fucking second. I hear you in my head when I’m trying to sleep. I see you when I close my eyes.”

You blinked, heart pounding.

He wasn’t done.

“I know I shouldn’t want you like this, like that, especially since you’re my best friend’s sister. But I can’t help it. I want you. I want all of you. And the worst part is,” he bit his lip, eyes darting away for a second, “I think you want it too.”

His gaze snapped back to yours, intense and raw.

“So, what the fuck do we do about it?”

You didn’t say anything at first.

Just watched him, his eyes searching yours, raw and unguarded.

The way his chest rose and fell, the slight tremble in his hands, the heat radiating off him, it was all too much.

Slowly, a smirk tugged at your lips.

“So,” you said, voice low and playful, “you’re obsessed.”

Chan swallowed hard, stepping closer, his breath hot against your skin.

“Yeah,” he admitted, voice rough. “And it’s driving me crazy.”

You reached up, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the tension there.

“If I wanted this,” you murmured, “would you? Or are you just all talk?”

He smiled, half cocky, half desperate.

“Try me.”

The space between you vanished in an instant.

His hands were on your waist, pulling you close, and the world narrowed to just the two of you.

Your heart slammed in your chest as he dipped his head, lips brushing yours, soft, tentative at first, then deepening into something hungry and desperate.

The kiss stole your breath, hands tangling in his damp hair as you pressed into him, the weight of all the months you’d both been holding back finally melting away.

When you pulled back, just enough to look into his eyes, you whispered,

“Guess we both wanted this.”

He grinned, that fire in his gaze burning brighter than ever.

“Yeah. No more hiding.”

Chan’s hands were hot and possessive on your waist, fingers pressing into your skin as if he could burn the memory of this moment into his bones. His lips trailed fiery kisses along your neck, each bite making you shiver and arch into him.

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he groaned, voice low and thick with need.

You smiled against his mouth, your fingers threading through the damp curls at his nape, pulling him closer as you pressed your body fully against his. His chest was warm beneath your palms, heart hammering a frantic rhythm that matched your own.

Slowly, deliberately, your hands slipped beneath his shirt, feeling the smooth skin beneath the damp fabric. He shivered as you traced your fingers down his ribs, your touch light but full of promise. Then you tugged the shirt up and over his head, revealing the lean, muscular form you’d been dreaming about for months.

Chan’s eyes darkened as he watched you, breath hitching when you slid your own clothes off, letting them fall to the floor. Your skin was flushed and glowing in the soft light, every curve a silent invitation.

His hands didn’t hesitate, roaming over you with a hunger that made your knees weak. He cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they tightened beneath his touch. You gasped, head falling back as he pressed his mouth to one, sucking hard, biting gently.

Your hands explored every inch of his back, feeling the muscles tense and flex beneath your fingertips. When your fingers caught the waistband of his sweatpants, you tugged at it, your eyes locking with his in a silent question.

He nodded, breathless, and you slid the pants down his hips, your hands spreading his legs just enough to reveal the hard length straining beneath the fabric. You stroked him slowly, fingers warm and sure, feeling him pulse under your touch.

Chan groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder, lips brushing hot kisses down your collarbone as his own hands moved lower, tracing the lines of your hips and thighs. He bent you backward gently onto the couch, one hand supporting your back while the other pressed your legs apart.

He kissed his way down your body, lips trailing fire across your stomach, dipping lower to the curve of your hips. His tongue flicked over your inner thigh, sending electric jolts through you.

When his mouth finally found your slick heat, you arched your hips instinctively, fingers tangling in his hair. His tongue moved slow and deliberate, circling your clit, teasing and tasting until your breath hitched and your body trembled.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against you, fingers sliding inside with expert ease. The slow, curling motion made your hips lift off the bed, desperate for more.

Chan’s mouth left you with a wet kiss, lips trailing back up to meet yours. The kiss was deep and hungry, teeth grazing lips as his fingers continued their maddening rhythm inside you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he pressed into you, his length sliding home with a shuddering groan. The couch shifted beneath you, the world narrowing to the feel of his skin against yours, the sound of your breath mingling.

He moved slow at first, savouring the moment, but soon the pace quickened, hips snapping against yours with increasing urgency. Your hands roamed over his back, nails digging into his skin as waves of pleasure built higher and higher.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Chan growled, voice thick with need.

Your climax hit like a tidal wave, breathless screams of his name filling the room as your body convulsed around him. He followed close behind, hips stuttering as he came deep inside you, holding you tight as you both rode out the heat.

When the storm passed, he collapsed beside you, pulling you close until your bodies were tangled and warm. His breath was slow and steady now, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back.

“Damn,” he whispered, breath hot against your ear. “You’re such a tease.”

You smirked, fingers trailing up his chest. “Says the guy who just lost his mind over me.”

He groaned, tightening his grip around you. “Yeah, well… you are impossible to resist.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t pull away. Instead, you traced lazy circles on his bare skin, watching the way his eyes fluttered closed.

“Think you can keep your hands to yourself now?” you teased.

Chan’s eyes snapped open, mock horror on his face. “No fucking way.”

He kissed you again, slow, playful, like a promise of more mischief to come.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, voice soft but sure.

“Yeah… yours,” you replied, resting your head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

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Peppermint Kisses 🍭

han jisung x lee minho

desc: Jisung and Minho end their Christmas with a movie that quickly turns into a very Christmas-y fuck session. OR Minho is so turned on by Jisung eating a candy cane that he just can’t help himself.

warnings: top minho, bottom jisung, anal sex, anal fingering, smut, fluff, kissing, christmas vibes, jisung’s bratty (who would’ve guessed??), minho is horny asf

word count: 2665

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61606927

A/N: ik it’s the middle of august and not yet christmas time, however, this was written last christmas and im currently uploading my old fics to catch up lmao

“Here you go, baby.” Minho spoke gently towards Jisung as he set fresh hot chocolate on the coffee table.

Jisung observed Minho with a gentle smile. Minho was in red checkered pajama pants and a gray t-shirt. It was the most Christmas-y he would dress up, really, but Jisung didn’t mind. Jisung was in a pair of thin pajama pants with reindeer plastered all over it and a matching long-sleeved shirt with one big reindeer across the chest. Minho had bought them for Jisung and made him open them the night before, Christmas Eve.

“Thank you.” Jisung said, excitedly. He grabbed at the mug and immediately pulled back, the heat radiating off of the mug onto his hands. Minho laughed.

“It’s hot. Here.” Minho sat down next to Jisung and held out a candy cane. “Eat this while you wait.”

“Thanks, hyung.” Jisung grabbed for the candy cane and unwrapped it quickly. Minho pulled at Jisung so he was leaning against Minho’s chest. “Can we watch The Grinch?” Jisung looked up so that he was viewing Minho upside down. Minho chuckled and rubbed at Jisung’s sides.

“Whatever you want.” Minho grabbed for the remote and switched through different channels to find the movie. “Did you have a good Christmas, darling?” Minho asked as his eyes flickered toward Jisung.

Jisung nodded against Minho’s shoulder. “It was awesome!” Minho kissed Jisung’s cheek, causing Jisung to smile and squirm gently. “Hyung, watch the movie.” Jisung said with a giggle.

Minho obliged, turning his head away from Jisung and towards the T.V screen. Jisung watch the movie happily, his eyes flickering between the movie and the fire underneath it. They never really used the fireplace too much unless it was a special occasion and Jisung loved watching the flames when they actually did decide to use it.

Jisung happily worked at eating his candy cane, trying to focus on the movie. He could feel Minho’s eyes on him and he wasn’t exactly sure why he was staring so much. He ignored it for a while.

Eventually he couldn’t take it and he turned towards Minho. “Babe, why are you staring?” Minho didn’t answer. Instead, he blinked slowly at Jisung. Jisung smiled slightly, the saliva from around the candy cane making his lips wet and shiny. Minho watched for a second before tugging on Jisung’s side. “Minho?”

“Turn around? Please?” Minho whispered, his eyebrows narrowing slightly in thought. Jisung moved around like Minho asked, situating himself on his lap. Jisung was straddling him, his knees pressing into the cushion of the couch.

This was the moment that Jisung realized sort of what was going on. He shifted gently to get comfortable and he could feel Minho’s cock through his pajama pants. Minho squeezed at Jisung’s sides, his hands wandering slightly to Jisung’s ass. Jisung let it happen, a small grin appearing on his lips as the awareness of the situation became apparent. Minho’s eyes flew to different parts of Jisung’s body. He looked at his chest, arms, thighs, and finally his dick.

When Minho’s eyes flickered back up to Jisung’s, he spoke softly. “You’re so pretty, baby.” Jisung removed the candy cane from his mouth to speak better.

“Thank you.”

“No, no.” Minho reached for Jisung’s wrist, guiding him, so that the candy cane was back in his mouth. Jisung continued sucking on the candy cane for a moment, confused as to why Minho made him put it back in his mouth. Minho’s hands wandered more as Jisung let his thoughts drift. Minho grabbed at Jisung’s ass and squeezed firmly, making Jisung lose his train of thought.

Minho then reached for the hem of Jisung’s shirt and lifted it slightly so that Jisung’s abs were exposed, the warmness from the fireplace reaching his skin in an instant. Jisung took the hand that wasn’t holding the candy cane and gently placed it on Minho’s wrist to stop him from lifting his shirt more. Minho glanced back up.

“No?” Minho asked gently.

“Yes, but wait.” Jisung clarified. “Why did you lead the candy cane back to my mouth? Do you want me to be quiet?” Jisung shifted gently, still a bit confused. Minho shook his head and smirked gently, not elaborating. He let Jisung sit for a minute, pulling his shirt back down while Jisung put the puzzle pieces together in his head. “Oh my god.” And that’s when it clicked for Jisung. “You’re turned on by me eating it?”

Minho nodded and reached back for Jisung’s shirt, looking up before lifting it. Jisung sighed. “What about me eating this-“ Jisung gestured toward the candy cane, taking it out of his mouth again, “turns you on?” Minho laughed gently.

“Just eat it.” Minho commanded softly, guiding Jisung’s wrist again. “Can I please take this off now?” He tugged gently on the edge of the shirt.

“I suppose.” Jisung said with full sarcastic brattiness coating his voice.

“Oh, hush.” Minho scolded and finally lifted up Jisung’s shirt again. Jisung let the candy cane dangle from his lips as he shimmied out of his shirt fully, tossing it onto the floor. Minho’s eyes went from Jisung’s abs to his mouth and back to his abs. He was clearly struggling to figure out where to look.

Jisung breathed out a small laugh and gently tapped under Minho’s chin, so that Minho would focus on his eyes. It didn’t really work, as now Minho was just looking between Jisung’s eyes and mouth, but you know, close enough. Jisung realized that he could have some fun with this. He purposely began sucking on the candy cane more suggestively to get a reaction out of Minho. It was working and he knew it was because he could feel Minho more and more through their clothes.

He took the candy cane away from his mouth for a second, letting his spit linger on his lips. He licked all around while staring straight into Minho’s soul.

“Someone’s having fun.” Minho huffed gently.

“Yeah, you are apparently, considering you’re turned on by this.” Jisung grinned widely and continued to suck on the sweet candy.

“Just put it in your mouth and leave it there.” Minho commanded not so gently, making Jisung blush and listen, leaving the candy cane where it was. “Stand up and strip, sweetheart.” Jisung didn’t move for a second, instead, becoming even more bratty in an instant.

Instead of listening to Minho, Jisung instead, rolled his hips, causing their clothed cocks to rub against each other. Minho took a deep breath and squeezed at Jisung’s sides roughly, probably leaving small bruises on Jisung’s skin. Not that either of them cared.

“Jisung.” Minho said, his voice rough. “If you don’t listen, I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming, and I’ll go until you’re right on the edge and then stop.” Jisung’s eyes went slightly wide, his mouth opening ever so slightly, and the soft grip he had on the candy cane getting more firm.

“That is not very nice.” Jisung mumbled, pulling the candy cane out from his mouth with a frown Minho was able to tell was fake almost instantly.

“When am I ever nice?” Minho asked.

“Uhm…” Jisung rested his hands against Minho’s chest, being careful to not get the sticky candy on his shirt. “Right now…? When I ask to ride you and you say yes?” Jisung smiled his most innocent puppy dog smile, pretending to convince Minho to say yes, as if Minho would ever say no to him, especially on Christmas.

Minho hummed in amusement. “You gotta ask then, baby.” Jisung face fell back into a frown and he almost rolled his eyes, but stopped himself before he really was stopped from coming later.

“Minho, my favorite person ever, my beloved boyfriend who I love so much, can I ride you?” Jisung said, holding back another eye roll.

“Yes, you may.” Minho said with an overly happy smile. “Now do what I asked you in the first place and get up, take your pants off, and sit back down so I can prep you.”

Jisung did. He stood up, putting his candy cane back in his mouth so he had both his hands, and untied his pajama pants. He let them fall to the floor and shoved his boxers down with them. He kicked them away and turned around, Minho getting basically a full face of Jisung’s ass.

“Hyung? Do we even have lube down here?” Minho reached behind him to a small end table that sat next to the couch. He opened the drawer and grabbed out a small case of what Minho liked to call ‘emergency lube’ for when they ran out and didn’t realize. Said emergency lube was placed here as they rarely had sex in the living room because they preferred to be upstairs in bed or in the shower.

Minho held up the lube, giving Jisung a small butt tap so he would turn around. “Here, Jisung.” Jisung smiled and sat back down on Minho.

“Can you take your shirt off, hyung?” Jisung asked, sucking on the candy cane to be more convincing. Minho laughed and shook his head but gave in, pulling his t-shirt up and over his head, and throwing it gently onto Jisung’s discarded clothes.

Jisung moved happily, resting one of his hands on Minho’s chest. Minho gently brought his hand up to Jisung’s wrist and pulled the candy cane from his mouth. The sight made his dick twitch slightly, but he ignored it for now. Jisung watched Minho’s movements gently, but didn’t stop Minho from doing them.

Minho pulled Jisung in for the sweetest, peppermint kiss. Jisung hummed into the kiss, his eyes fluttering closed. Surprisingly, Minho started off a lot gentler than he normally would. Must be the Christmas spirit in him.

Their lips moved against each other and eventually, Minho’s tongue became intertwined with Jisung’s. Minho’s hands wandered, gently grabbing onto Jisung’s ass. One hand of Jisung’s was kept in place, holding his candy cane, and the other was resting against the crook between Minho’s neck and shoulder.

Jisung pushed forward slightly, asking Minho to deepen the kiss more, which Minho did. They both pressed more against each other, the kiss becoming slightly more hungry and rough. Minho pulled away a bit to give them both a second to breathe, nibbling on Jisung’s lip. Jisung’s tummy rose and fell rapidly and he pulled away from the biting.

“Okay?” Minho asked gently, moving his hands to rest on Jisung’s lower back. Jisung nodded.

“Yeah, I’m good. Prep me?” Jisung asked with a small head tilt. Minho grabbed for the lube which he had discarded next to him at some point during the kiss. Jisung sat up slightly onto his knees so that he was hovering above Minho now.

“This is going to be messy.” Minho pointed out, flipping the tube cap open.

“Isn’t it always?”

“Well yes, but at least it’s easy to change bed sheets or clean the shower.” Minho squirted some of the lube onto his fingers, moving it around to warm it up a bit.

“I don’t care, do you?” Jisung shrugged.

“Not enough to stop.” Minho didn’t give much more warning than that before spreading Jisung with his non-lubed hand, and gently sticking one of his fingers into Jisung.

Jisung sighed gently, already loving the feeling of Minho moving in and out of him. Jisung went back to eating his candy cane, causing Minho to lose focus and turn his attention to Jisung’s mouth. “So pretty.” Minho praised, causing a hum to fall from Jisung’s lips.

Minho moved his finger in and out for a while, eventually adding another. Jisung’s moans were muffled by the candy cane that hung from his mouth. Minho was struggling to go slow and looked up to Jisung’s eyes with a small pleading look. “What..?” Jisung breathed out in between small gasps.

“Feel okay? I want you to ride me now.” Minho confessed, adding a third finger into Jisung, causing a bigger gasp to escape him.

“I’m good.. let’s… let’s do it.” Minho removed his fingers and then used both of his hands to shove down his pajama pants and boxers. Jisung was still hovering over him so he didn’t bother shoving them all the way off. Minho quickly lubed up his own dick, to make everything go a bit smoother. Minho grabbed Jisung’s ass again and helped guide him.

Jisung grabbed Minho’s cock, positioning himself above it. The two worked together for a second or two to make sure everything was lined up before Jisung, giving absolutely no warning, sunk down onto Minho. This caused Minho to suck in a big breath. “Fuck, Ji.” Minho grunted, causing Jisung’s dick to twitch.

Jisung leaned forward, enveloping Minho in another, more intense, kiss. Minho came back with the same energy, biting against Jisung’s mouth. Jisung lifted his hips and then dropped back down, making him whine into Minho’s mouth.

Minho pulled away from the kiss and used his hand to tilt Jisung’s head, allowing Minho to begin leaving small bruises along Jisung’s neck. Jisung continued his pace and Minho helped by lifting Jisung up and down as he moved.

Minho moved down Jisung, leaving bruises in his path. “You taste so good… feel so good, too.” Minho praised.

Jisung couldn’t really respond, but he appreciated the compliments anyways. Jisung was becoming worn out, so Minho was helping him more and more, lifting Jisung up, and slamming him back down. Minho grabbed at Jisung’s throat gently, pulling him forward and kissing him again. Jisung tried to kiss back, but it was sloppy.

“Change positions?” Minho asked, voice rough. Minho wanted to pound into Jisung, which was getting more difficult to do in their current position. All Jisung could do was nod.

Minho lifted Jisung off of him and pushed him back so that he was leaning on the opposite side of the couch. Minho was able to take off his pants and boxers fully now. After this, Minho crawled between Jisung’s legs, bending down and giving him a few quick kisses. Minho grabbed the candy cane that Jisung was still somehow holding onto, despite the sex, and set it down next to the forgotten hot chocolate. Minho grabbed Jisung’s leg and moved it so that it was resting against the back rest of the couch. Minho lined up again and pushed back into Jisung’s hole.

Jisung shook slightly. He was able to feel the pleasure not only in his ass, but in his cock, legs, and stomach. Minho grabbed at Jisung’s hips and lifted them up enough so that he was angled just right. Minho began a rigorous pace, and at this angle, he was hitting against Jisung’s prostate every time he shoved back into him.

“Min.. Minho-“ Jisung wailed in bliss. “Almost there.” Jisung managed to get out.

Minho didn’t slow down and he continued to ram into Jisung, Minho’s own ecstasy catching up to him. “Okay, baby.” Minho said, leaning down to smother Jisung in more kisses.

It wasn’t another minute before Jisung was crying out, small tears lining his eyes, and come leaking out from his cock. Eventually those tears spilled out of his eyes and began falling down his cheeks as Minho continued.

Minho was finally able to let go just a few minutes after Jisung, hot liquid rushing into Jisung. Jisung was able to catch his breath as Minho had slowed his movements. The two breathed heavy for a few seconds before Minho pulled out, sitting on his knees. He helped Jisung get back into a more comfortable position, moving his leg off of the backboard of the couch.

“Fuck, that was good, Jisung.” Minho huffed out, giving Jisung more kisses.

“All that because you gave me a candy cane.” Jisung groaned gently, pushing himself up a bit.

“It was good though?” Minho asked seriously.

“Best Christmas gift ever actually.” Jisung said, a small grateful smile appearing on his face.

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Saw this video of seungmin and my brain literally MELTED. 🫠🫠

Imagie using your mouth to make him feel so good that he can't help but let his head fall back, lips parted letting out dirty praises.

"Fuck...your mouth feels so good baby...go a little faster for me, yeah? make me cum.."

your tongue has always been one of his favorite parts of you, how perfectly it wraps around his tip and traces every vein on the way down...his reward to you will be cumming down your throat..making you swallow it all. not that you ever have a problem with that 😋

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Ceremony

Synopsis: After months of studio session for the new album for hyunjin and new position for y/n, they haven't had much time together, leaving both desperate for each when the album is now done and y/n has the week off Warning: Desprate!y/n(kinda), Semi-sub!Hyun, smut, riding

The apartment felt empty, in that way that wasn’t about space but about absence. Y/N was curled up on the couch with a blanket draped loosely over her, the soft hum of the TV filling the silence. She wasn’t watching just anything, she’d pulled up one of Hyunjin’s newest “Karma” stage performances. She’d already seen it twice today, and probably five times the day it came out, but she couldn’t help herself.

It wasn’t just because she missed him. It was because lately, the man on her screen felt almost untouchable. The crimson buzzcut, the sculpted lines of his shoulders and arms, the glint of the chain around his neck, it was devastating. The whole concept screamed confidence and control, and she’d been thinking about it nonstop.

She’d memorized every frame of the teaser photos the moment they dropped. The one where he tilted his head back, sweat on his temple, lips slightly parted, she’d stared at it longer than she’d like to admit. The one where he leaned forward, gaze sharp and unapologetic, made her thighs press together without thinking. And the shot of him under the blue sky, tank top clinging to his chest and showing every curve of muscle… well, she’d had to put her phone down and walk away before she did something desperate.

And yet here she was, desperate anyway.

They lived together, but it didn’t feel like it lately. Between his endless late-night recording sessions and her long shifts at her new job, their days blurred into quick greetings and tired kisses before one of them disappeared again. Her body missed him, her mind missed him, and the frustration had been simmering for weeks. She needed him, not just his touch, but all of him.

She was so lost in thought that she didn’t hear the door until the lock clicked.

Hyunjin stepped inside, wearing loose black sweats and a white tank that hugged his chest in a way that made her pulse spike. His hoodie was slung over one shoulder, and his hair, that perfect crimson, looked slightly mussed from his beanie. He scanned the room until his eyes landed on her, and his lips curved into a small, almost boyish smile.

“The album’s finished,” he said casually, dropping his bag by the door.

She blinked. “What?”

“The album’s finished, baby,” he repeated, walking toward her with an energy she hadn’t seen in weeks. “Today was the last session.”

“You’re kidding.”

He smirked, shaking his head slowly as he closed the distance between them. Without warning, he leaned over the couch, braced his hands on either side of her, and gently pushed her onto her back. He climbed on top of her, his mouth already claiming hers in a kiss that was all teeth and heat.

“Does it look like I’m kidding?” he murmured between kisses, his breath warm against her cheek. “I’ve been wanting you for so long.”

Her arms wound around his neck instinctively, her thighs tightening around his hips. He chuckled low in his chest when her legs locked around him, and then he stood, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.

The second he started toward the bedroom, she felt her hips roll against him without meaning to. His grip on her tightened, and he dipped his head to her ear. “Baby…” That low growl in his voice sent a pulse straight through her.

Three things were killing her: one, she was ovulating. Two, she had been tortured by those “Karma” pictures for days. And three, he had clearly been working out, his arms felt harder, his chest broader, and the way he carried her so easily was enough to make her dizzy.

When they reached the bedroom, he set her down, expecting to take control, but she shoved him back against the wall before he could. Her mouth crashed into his again, her hands already slipping under his tank.

He grinned against her lips. “Feeling feisty today?”

“Shut up,” she muttered, her fingers dragging the fabric upward.

His smirk deepened, but he obeyed, letting her pull his tank over his head and toss it aside. The sight of his bare torso up close nearly undid her, the tight definition of his abs, the deep line between his pecs, the faint sheen on his skin.

She didn’t give him time to tease her. She pushed him onto the bed, straddling his hips, her hands roaming greedily over his chest and arms. His skin was warm under her fingertips, his muscles tensing as she traced the cut of his shoulders.

“Do you know how much I need you right now, baby?” he asked, his voice low and rough, almost gravelly from restraint.

His hands tightened around her thighs as he spoke, thumbs stroking slow, possessive circles into her skin. The warmth of his touch was nothing compared to the way his gaze pinned her, molten, hungry, like he was looking at a prize he’d been denied for far too long. His chest rose and fell harder than it should’ve, his bare torso on full display beneath her.

God, he looked exactly like those photos, maybe better. The deep red buzzcut made his jaw look sharper, more dangerous. The way the muscles in his shoulders flexed under her hands reminded her of every frame she’d saved on her phone, every image she’d zoomed in on shamelessly when he wasn’t around. His abs, perfectly defined, tightened each time he shifted under her. And the chain around his neck, the same kind he wore in the teasers, caught the dim light, drawing her eyes down to the solid planes of his chest.

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Words would have ruined the electric pull between them. Instead, she dragged her palms slowly up his body, feeling every inch of that sculpted torso. Her thumbs brushed over his collarbones, then down along the line between his pecs, nails scraping just enough to make him inhale sharply.

“Baby…” his voice was almost warning now, a hint of a growl buried in it.

Her lips curled into a small, knowing smirk. “I think I do,” she whispered, finally leaning down to press her mouth to his collarbone. She kissed him there, soft at first, then harder, her teeth grazing skin before her tongue soothed over the mark.

He hissed under his breath, his hands sliding up her thighs until his fingers hooked into the hem of her shorts. “These are in my way,” he muttered, tugging them down with deliberate slowness, as though savoring the reveal. When they were gone, his hands returned immediately to her skin, traveling upward again, mapping her like he had to relearn every curve after too long apart.

“Fuck, you feel even better than I remember,” he murmured, eyes dropping to the smooth expanse of her thighs straddling him. His gaze flicked back up, locking with hers, and that heat, the same heat that burned in those “Karma” teaser stares, made her stomach tighten.

She couldn’t hold back anymore. Her hands moved to the waistband of his sweats, pushing them down just enough to free him. He was already hard, the sight making her mouth water.

When she wrapped her hand around him, his head tipped back against the pillow, a low groan escaping. “You’re killing me, baby,” he said, voice strained.

Her lips brushed over his stomach as she kissed her way lower, the sharp cut of his V-line guiding her like an arrow. When she reached him, she didn’t hesitate, her tongue slid along his shaft in one slow drag before she took him into her mouth, inch by inch.

The sound he made was raw, his fingers diving into her hair immediately, guiding but not forcing. She kept her pace teasing at first, letting her tongue swirl around him before pulling back and sucking him in again, deeper this time.

“Shit, just like that,” he panted, his thighs tensing under her.

Her free hand cupped his balls, massaging gently while she worked her mouth over him. She glanced up through her lashes to see him watching her with hooded eyes, his lips parted, chest heaving.

“F–fuck, baby… you’re gonna…” His sentence broke off into a groan when she hollowed her cheeks and took him as deep as she could, her hand pumping what she couldn’t reach.

The control he usually held over himself was slipping fast, she could feel it in the way his hips twitched, hear it in the way his breathing faltered.

“C’mon, Hyunie… let it out for me,” she murmured around him, the vibration making him groan louder.

That did it. He came with a deep, guttural sound, spilling into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her tongue catching the last trace before she pulled back and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

When she crawled back up to kiss him, he kissed her like he’d been starving, his hand sliding up to cradle her face, his other arm wrapping around her waist to pull her flush against him. The faint taste of himself on her tongue made him groan into her mouth, his hips already shifting impatiently beneath her again.

She smirked against his lips, feeling the heat of his body beneath her, the steady pulse of his heartbeat matching her own frantic rhythm. His hands roamed, gripping her hips possessively as if to remind her, and himself, that she was his, fully and utterly.

“I need to ride you so bad, baby,” Hyunjin murmured, his voice thick with want, eyes dark with hunger. He propped himself up on his elbows, guiding her hips with gentle insistence as she settled over him. The friction of their bare skin sparked a fresh wave of heat that sent shivers down her spine.

She aligned herself carefully, savoring the delicious tension of anticipation. Slowly, she sank down onto him, the tight, warm stretch making her gasp softly. It’d been too long, and every inch of her screamed with need.

“Fuck, baby… take your time,” Hyunjin urged, voice low and steady. His hands gripped her hips firmly, helping her find the perfect rhythm. She waited a beat, adjusting, before beginning to move, slow and deliberate at first, every tiny grind sending jolts of pleasure spiraling through them both.

Her legs pressed against his, holding him close, every roll and sway of her hips matching the steady rise and fall of his chest. She could feel the way he responded to her, the subtle tension in his thighs, the way his fingers clenched just a little tighter, the low groan he tried to swallow back.

Minutes slipped by like waves, ebbing and flowing between slow torturous teasing and deeper, more urgent movements. Her breath hitched, a small moan escaping as she felt herself building, every nerve ending alive and screaming.

“Hyunjin…” she whispered, voice thick with need.

He smirked, knowing exactly what she wanted, his hands moving faster now, thumbs stroking the soft skin of her hips. “I’ve got you, baby,” he promised, voice rough and full of control.

Then his pace shifted, slow at first but steadily increasing, powerful thrusts that made it impossible to hold back. She clung to him, every muscle tightening involuntarily as the tension spiraled higher and higher.

“Baby… if you keep gripping me like that, I might just lose it,” he growled, his lips brushing hers in a desperate, searing kiss that stole her breath away.

She kissed him back fiercely, riding out the storm inside her, pushing her own limits with every move. The heat built until she shattered, gasping his name as a wave of pure bliss washed over her.

He followed, his body tightening beneath her as he spilled deep inside, both of them trembling with release.

After a long moment, they collapsed together, limbs tangled, foreheads resting side by side as their breathing slowed.

Hyunjin’s hand cupped her cheek tenderly, thumb brushing away a stray lock of hair. “You’re incredible,” he murmured softly.

Y/N smiled, a warmth blooming in her chest beyond the heat of their passion. “You’re mine,” she whispered back.

He chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple before carefully sliding out and reaching for a soft towel. Gently, he cleaned her, his touch as caring as it was intimate.

“I’m making you a bath,” he said quietly, already heading toward the bathroom. “We deserve a moment just to relax.”

She watched him go, heart full and mind buzzing with the promise of the quiet peace waiting for them both, a promise they’d earned, together.

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