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RAW, NEXT QUESTION !

letting your loser boyfriend hit it raw for the first time at a party turns out better than you’d both expected.

pairing: nerd!han jisung x popular!f!reader, established relationship genre/tags: college au, smut, sub!jisung, oral (m. receiving), jisung being a professional yapper as always, unprotected s*x, an ass slap or two, creampie, overstim words: 2.9k

[ note. ] — last fic upload before i leave for vacayy, hope u guys fw it. also i’m going to be posting all my fics in lowercase from now on for aesthetic purposes <3

you can read the other parts i’ve previously made here and here but this could be read as a standalone !

it’s always the same.

he’ll start talking about his newest little hyperfixation, voice notching an octave or two higher, words tumbling over each other, eyes lit up behind those too-big glasses that never sit quite right on the bridge of his nose. he fidgets with the drawstring of his hoodie while he talks, tugging it tight, then loosening it again, as if he’s trying to keep his own excitement from spilling out too fast.

and you’ll just be sitting there across from him, all pretty and patient, thighs crossed in your tiny skirt, chin resting in your hand, pretending to care. you try, you really do. but the longer he talks, the harder it is to focus, not on what he’s saying, but on him.

because he’s just so fucking cute when he rambles, way too animated and overly passionate. his hands always gesturing in wild, uncoordinated circles, one knee bouncing like he’s trying to burn off the excess energy. he talks super fast, stumbles over words, corrects himself mid-rant, and whenever he gets something right, like some equation or probability he’s been chewing on for hours, he glances at you like he’s hoping you’re proud, like he wants a gold star for being smart.

his lashes are thick behind the lenses, his lips are pink and plush and chapped at the corners, his voice isn’t that deep or confident— it’s soft, a little scratchy, but so full of warmth.

“so if you run the stats for the gacha drop rate and multiply it by, like, uh, thirty-two? you get this number, right? and then you compare that to the JP version’s old banners, and their pity system was actually better than what the global servers offer now, which is total bullshit, ‘cause mathematically it just doesn’t track when you- uh, wait, let me show you..”

he’s flipping his phone around to pull up some cluttered spreadsheet, thumb swiping too fast through endless tabs filled with numbers, graphs, and notes like he’s been preparing for this conversation all week.

you get a little closer, nodding slowly. not because you understand, but because just he looks so goddamn sweet when he’s talking like this. the way his cheeks are flushed from excitement, the way he’s sweating the tiniest bit under the collar of his hoodie, and how he’s so wrapped up in his own little world and still wants you to be part of it.

“baby,” you interrupt, reaching under the table to brush your freshly manicured fingertips along the inside of his thigh, slow and light.

he falters mid-thought. whole body stiffens up and his lips part in a soft little gasp. his glasses slip down a bit and his thumb freezes against the slightly cracked screen, looking up at you like he’s just remembered you exist and realized where he is.

“you’re so cute when you talk like that,” you smile at him, giggling sweetly like you weren’t thinking about jumping his bones right then and there.

jisung blinks, blushing immediately, making a little sound that even he couldn’t describe what it was.

“i-i wasn’t trying to be.. i mean, it’s just numbers. sorry, i was rambling again, wasn’t i? i know it’s boring…”

you shook your head, “not boring,” leaning in even closer now and never breaking eye contact with him, “just makes me wanna fuck you even more.”

he’s full-on glitching now. mouth half open, eyes wide and cheeks so red you can feel the heat radiating off him. his leg jerks under the table and his fingers clench around his phone, nearly dropping it.

“wha—” he squeaks, “you- you can’t just say that. we’re- this is a party, there’s people—”

he’s whispering now, but frantically. internally panicking. looking around like someone might’ve heard you, even though there’s absolutely no one paying mind to either of you.

you lean in some more, all slow and smug, until your lips are practically inches away from each others.

“there’s an empty closet down the hall.”

his breath hitches audibly.

you see the way his adam’s apple bobs, how fast his hand shoots up to adjust his crooked glasses, his thighs shifting under the table, voice caught somewhere between disbelief and arousal.

he’s already hard, you know him well enough to know the telltale signs. tenting his grey sweats, twitching against the fabric as you slid your hand higher. he doesn’t even try to stop you, just sits there, jaw slack, watching you with big eyes like you’ve cast some kind of spell.

maybe you have, because the thing is— jisung doesn’t really do parties. he wasn’t invited to shit like this before, not until you came into the picture.

he was always known as the weird kid in STEM. the one who played rhythm games in the library and forgot to eat lunch when he was coding. he wore sweatshirts in summer and muttered to himself and would gett teased by the lacrosse team. so he never really expected to be dating the prettiest girl he’s ever laid eyes on for nearly three months now, the one who wears expensive lipgloss and wears matching juicy couture tracksuits with her friends who stared at him like he’s an alien.

but you love and adore him in a way that still feels surreal to him. you’d hold his hand in public, kiss his cheek in the hallways, wait for him after every class, sit in his lap and call him baby, not caring if people swap odd locks about such an unlikely pair. it lowkey terrifies him, but he’s obsessed, because he’s yours.

and the fact that you want him this badly? it blows his mind. every. single. time.

your fingers drag up his thigh and he twitches again, a shaky moan falling from his lips before he bites it back. he’s warm, already leaking, probably. you can feel how sensitive he is, how badly he wants it.

you tug him up by the sleeve, smiling, your tone soft but firm.

“don’t make me ask twice.”

by your words alone, han jisung knows that he’s already done for.

the second the closet door slams shut behind you, he wastes zero time to be all over you— not in a confident way though. it’s messy, too eager, full of stifled sounds and nervous fingers, as if he’s afraid if he doesn’t kiss you now, he might never get the chance again.

his lips move over yours too fast and sloppy, his hands everywhere all at once, gripping your waist, your hips, your sides like he can’t decide where to touch first. his nose accidentally bumps against yours when he tries to kiss you deeper and you giggle into his mouth, gently slowing him down with your palms at his jaw.

“easy, baby,” you whisper, barely parting from him.

“s-sorry,” he breathes out, already so out of it. “i just.. you look so good tonight, and your skirt- fuck- i’ve been thinking about it all day, i couldn’t focus when you sat on my lap after class, i was so close to cumming—”

“ji,” you interrupt sweetly, brushing your knuckles over his cheek. “you’re rambling again.”

he shuts up immediately. blushing.

you lean in to press a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, going down even further until your knees coil down to the floor, right in front of him.

he could literally feel his heart beating out of his chest.

“w-wait,” he stammers, his back already hitting the wall. “baby, you don’t have to- fuck..”

his words fall apart the minute you tug down the waistband of his sweats, his boxers go with them, and his cock springs free in front of you— flushed a pretty shade of pink, tip already leaking delicious precum, and twitching where it rests against his stomach. so thick, so heavy, so obscenely hard. you don’t even touch it before he moans.

you look up through your lashes, watching the way he presses the back of his head to the wall, lips parted like he’s trying to remember how to properly breathe.

then you lean forward, slowly dragging your tongue from the base to the tip.

he shudders so hard his legs almost give out.

“jesus christ,” he bit down on his lip harshly, “your mouth.. shit, feels too good, i can’t—”

his thighs are trembling, and his hand reaches out instinctively to cradle your jaw, anchoring himself to feel something.

you smile around the head of his cock before wrapping your lips around it, sliding your head down. soft, warm suction, just enough pressure to make him gasp. you suck deeper, taking more of him in your mouth as your hand strokes the rest in slow, steady pulls. spit runs down your wrist, the sound is wet, vulgar, echoing off the walls of the cramped space.

he groans again, louder this time. one leg shifts to stabilize himself.

“oh my god,” he gasps, “oh fuck- baby, baby- shit—”

his voice breaks on every moan, hips twitching forward, but he doesn’t thrust. he never does. he’s too good, too well-trained.

but he literally can’t stop shaking.

“you’re so good,” he whimpers, praising you to no end. “you’re so fucking good at that, i’m not gonna last.. ’m gonna- fuck, you’re ‘bout to make me cum—”

you pull off with a soft ‘pop’, your hand still stroking him agonizingly slow.

“you better not cum yet,” you warn, pressing your tongue under the head and dragging it gently along the slit. “you haven’t even been inside me.”

his whole body jolts. eyes going wide, almost scared, like the idea of fucking you now might actually break him.

“then let me—” he blurts out, hands twitching at his sides. “pleasepleaseplease. fuck, i need to. i wanna be inside, please baby, can i fuck you now?”

you smile and finally stood up, turning around to face the wall.

“fuck me like this, ji,” you whisper, hiking your skirt up and wiggling your ass against him. “fuck me raw.”

he’s completely frozen, his breath stuttering in his throat.

“wha- are you serious? wait- y/n- no condom?”

you glance back at him with half-lidded eyes, giggling.

“you wanna feel me, right?” you ask, no hesitation detected in your words. “you wanna cum inside?”

he nods so quickly its almost embarrassing, his hands are moving faster than his brain can form a thought.

“yes. fuck. please,” he choked out desperately, already fumbling his cock into his hand.

his grip is shaky, you feel the blunt head brush your folds once, twice, then he finally lines up right and sinks in— real slow and careful, bracing himself as he slides in every inch. his moan is strangled, like hes unsure of whether he’s dying or dreaming.

your wetness takes him easy, your pussy already clenching around him with need, swallowing him so greedily he loses control of his rhythm for a second. he bottoms out with a deep, gasping groan, cock buried to the hilt, your walls pulsing around him.

“holy shit,” he breathes out, practically shaking. “you’re so warm.. s-so tight.. baby.. oh my god—”

you barely have time to process the stretch before he’s stuttering forward with a broken whimper, hips twitching.

two thrusts. that’s all it takes.

you feel the sharp jerk of his cock, the way his whole body tenses up, and then the sudden warmth flooding you deep inside….

he cums early. too hard and way too fast.

you smirk, turning your head slightly, “oh no,” you murmur. “you didn’t just cum, did you?”

jisung lets out the softest, most wrecked noise you’ve ever heard and hides his face against your back, the tip of his nose pressed between your shoulder blades.

“fuck,” he groans. “’m sorry.. i couldn’t help it! fuck, it just felt too good, your pussy’s too perfect, i didn’t mean to—”

you clench around him, tight and deliberate.

his knees nearly buckle.

“you’re not pulling out.”

he gasps again, panicked and overwhelmed.

“b-but i already- baby, wait, ’m sensitive—”

you simply drown out his whines and start rolling your hips back, slow and deep, grinding against him, and he whimpers.

“then cum again,” you demand sharply.

his hands slid down the slope of your waist, fingers gripping tightly, mentally preparing himself for the next round. even though he’s overstimulated, his cock never softens. still rock hard inside you, still twitching, still leaking.

your pussy’s so wet now it’s sinful, every roll of your hips drawing a filthy squelch, your slick and his cum mixing into a hot, messy slop between your thighs. it’s dripping down his balls already.

“you’re milking me,” he whines, voice high and sweet. “fuck, fuck.. i can’t- ’m gonna cum again- already- baby, please. s’too much—”

“you can do it,” you breathe, forehead pressed against the wall. “you’re doing so good, ji. fuck, feel so full.. love your cock so much,”

he moans like it hurts.

his pace picks up, just a litttle. short thrusts. clumsy and deep.

your ass bounces back against his thighs with every movement, and he can’t stop watching it. can’t stop staring at the way your body moves for him, the way you take him. he reaches around and grabs a handful of your tits, squeezing greedily, fingers slipping under your top like he’s desperate to feel your skin. you’re bouncing in his hands with every thrust and he whimpers against your shoulder.

“you’re so beautiful,” he pants. “so fucking beautiful. your tits, your ass. god, your pussy’s made for me- i swear—”

you feel it again. the sudden twitch of his hips, the quickening pace, and then he slaps your ass once.

you freeze and so does he.

“…did you just slap my ass?” you say, trying not to laugh.

“i-i don’t know,” he stammers behind you. “i didn’t mean to.. i mean- i did, but also i didn’t- fuck, it just happened..”

you giggle and push back against him, grinding your ass into his hips.

“do it again.”

he moans and gives you another gentle, shy little slap.

“’m sorry,” he breathes. “you’re just so hot. your ass jiggles everytime i move, it’s driving me insane- i love you.. i love you so much—”

his arms wrap around your middle, pressing his lips to the back of your neck, kissing softly, over and over. each one messier than the last, wet and open-mouthed and desperate.

“i wanna stay inside you forever,” he mumbles into your dewy skin. “wanna keep fucking you like this, raw, every single day. wanna wake up buried in your pussy- cum in you before breakfast, again before bed—”

your whole body trembles. the heat’s unbearable now, your orgasm building sharp and tight in your belly.

“‘m gonna marry you,” he rambles again, “make you mine- fuck, i love you, love you, love you—”

you clench down and he cries out. hips stuttering.

his cock throbs inside you, deep and messy, and he cums again— hot and thick and endless, spilling into your cunt like he’s trying to fill you up completely. you feel it leak around him instantly, dripping down your thighs, making a mess between you.

your walls flutter and you go with him. body shaking, legs unsteady, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

you squirt. hard.

you feel it spray out around him, and he groans so deep it turns into a moan that curls into a whine. he’s still inside. still twitching. and your pussy’s squeezing every last drop from him.

you both go limp, falling forward against the wall, panting, soaked in sweat and cum, but fully in love with each other.

his arms stay looped around you. his lips trail down your spine, kissing every inch of skin he can reach, mouth whispering shaky little “i love you’s” in between labored breaths.

you’re still dripping. still stuffed full of him.

you feel him kiss your shoulder again, going up to your neck. his hands are still cupping your tits like they belong to him.

“you’re my favorite person,” he mumbles, voice dreamy and thick. “you’re so good to me. you’re everything.”

you laugh breathlessly. your legs are barely holding you up.

“you’re insane,”

“and you let me fuck you raw,” he says, smiling against you. “so who’s really the insane one?”

you snort and roll your eyes, tugging your skirt down. your thighs are all sticky and your knees are a little wobbly.

he pulls his sweats back up, still swaying on his feet. glasses fogged, damp strands of hair sticking to his forehead, lips red and puffy from kissing every part of you.

you’re about to open the closet door when he tugs you back in and kisses you— deep and passionate. nothing controlled. just all lips and tongue and the faint taste of sweat.

“was it… was it good?” he asks shyly, eyes wide and searching.

you grin, still panting. “ji, you have the best dick i’ve ever had.”

he whines, hiding in your neck like he can’t handle hearing such high level of praise coming from you.

“you’re so fucking lucky to have me,” he mumbles into your skin.

you roll your eyes. “you literally came in two thrusts.”

“okay, but it was two raw thrusts. that’s different!” he attempts to defend himself.

he has a point. kind of.

you both sneak back into the party a few minutes later. jisung’s face is flushed, hair a mess, his walk wobblier than usual. your thighs are still slick and your lipgloss is ruined.

if anyone notices they don’t say anything.

but jisung doesn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the night.

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angels-recs · 4 days ago

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hai :3 do u write smut too?? I was curious about sexting with skz but if u are not comfortable it's totally fine! and so sorry for asking :)

(This is my FIRST TIME trying to do fake sexting ~kind of~🙈let me know if it’s good or nah) / (and you guys can request WHATEVER you want, if I can’t do it then I won’t answer but I love to hear what type of texts do you want to see!)

📲 (kind of) sexting with SKZ !

warnings: explicit language

❀ chan

❀ minho

❀ changbin

❀ hyunjin

❀ jisung

❀ felix

❀ seungmin

❀ jeongin

🤍 check my masterlist HERE !

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ! ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

⋰˚☆ author note :

bruuuuh the minho and jeongin one is LITERALLY ME 😛 they got me rolling in the floor istg.

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angels-recs · 5 days ago

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How They Act When Jealous

Vampire!SKZ OT8 x Reader | eight ways to be claimed, ruined, & rewritten until you only smell like him

🔞synopsis: You thought you belonged to yourself. You thought they were soft. Gentle. Safe. Then they smelled someone else on you. This isn’t love. This is possession. Glowing veins, fangs grazing skin just before they bite. Hands gripping your jaw. Your throat. Your hips. A growl against your ear as they fuck you until you forget every name but theirs.

💌a/n: uhhh… hi?? i don’t even know what the fuck this is anymore. i started with “lemme just do chan real quick” and then my brain went full feral and now we’re here… jealousy ot8 wreck me wednesday, vampire edition. yeah. i blacked out halfway through minho, woke up to jeongin finger-fucking you against a wall. i think it’s hot? i don’t even know so uhhh… enjoy?? p.s. REBLOG. feed me. if you don’t? minho’s silk ties are coming for your ankles p.p.s. if you want more vamp!ot8 filth, pls request it. like literally feed my brain

📍credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

BANG CHAN

Chan doesn’t get jealous often—he’s too confident, too alpha to let insecurities rule him. But the second another vampire, another anything, lingers too long in your space? It’s game over.

He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t make a scene. Instead, he locks eyes with you, and that’s it. You know you’re done.

His body language shifts—shoulders tense, veins starting to glow faintly at his temples. His jaw clenches as his tongue swipes over his fangs like he’s fighting himself. He steps closer, scenting you subtly, reclaiming you with every inch.

You try to talk, but he cuts you off with a low, gravelly “Later. We’ll talk later.”

And oh, does he mean it.

You barely get through the door of his office before his hands are on you—one gripping your jaw, the other flattening against your lower back to pull you flush against him. His eyes are blown wide, that soft brown gone, replaced with pure hunger and rage barely held in check.

“Having fun?” His voice is calm, too calm, but his grip on your jaw tightens just enough to make your pulse jump. His nose drags along your throat, fangs grazing the delicate skin. “I don't like the way you smell like him.”

You open your mouth to speak, but he’s already tilting your head back, forcing you to look at him.

“Say it,” he murmurs, breath hot against your lips. “Say who you belong to.”

“Y-you,” you whisper, dizzy.

His lips curl into a dangerous smile.

“Good girl,” he says, voice dipping lower. “But I don’t think you really remember… not yet.”

Then he spins you, bending you forward over his desk in one smooth motion. Papers scatter to the floor as he presses a hand to the small of your back, keeping you pinned.

“Skirt up,” he orders.

You hesitate a fraction too long, and his palm lands hard against your ass in a sharp, stinging smack. You gasp, jerking forward.

“Did I stutter?” His tone is low, controlled, his hand smoothing over the reddening mark almost soothingly. “Skirt. Up. Now.”

You scramble to obey, lifting the fabric over your hips, and Chan hums low in approval. “Good girl. But you made me jealous, so now you’re going to take your punishment first.” Before you can protest, his palm comes down again—harder this time, the sharp crack echoing in the quiet office. You moan despite yourself, and Chan chuckles darkly.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” Another smack, this one making your thighs tremble. “You like when Daddy punishes you for being bad?”

“Yes,” you gasp, your voice muffled against the desk.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Daddy, I like it—”

“Good girl.” His praise is warm, but his hands are merciless. He spanks you over and over, alternating sides, until your ass is hot, red, and marked with his handprints. Each strike is followed by his palm rubbing slow, soothing circles over the sting, just enough softness to make you melt before the next sharp slap lands.

“Look at you,” he growls, leaning over you, his chest pressed to your back, his hand gripping your jaw to tilt your face toward his. “Ass red for me, thighs shaking, dripping already. You’re so fucking needy for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you moan, arching back into his touch instinctively.

He smirks, nipping your earlobe before pulling back. “Now you’re ready.”

Chan steps back just long enough to unbuckle his belt, the soft metallic clink making your stomach flip. “Spread your legs wider,” he orders, voice rough now. “I want to see how wet you are after I spanked you.”

You do as told, and Chan groans low, dragging his fingers through your slick folds before pushing two fingers into you without warning.

“Fuck,” he mutters, curling them deep, his thumb rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit. “All this just from my hand? My pretty baby loves being punished.” You whimper, trying to push back against his fingers, but Chan’s other hand lands one sharp slap to your ass again, making you jolt.

“Don’t move,” he warns, curling his fingers just right to make you cry out. “You stay exactly where Daddy puts you. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy—”

“Good girl.”

He works you open with brutal precision, praising you between each sharp curl of his fingers until you’re trembling, slick running down your thighs.

When you’re a mess against his desk, he finally withdraws his fingers, dragging them up to your mouth.

“Suck,” he orders, sliding them between your lips. “Taste how wet you are for me.”

You do, moaning around his fingers, and his dangerous smile returns.

“Perfect,” he mutters, stepping closer, lining himself up with one hand while his other grips your hip hard enough to bruise. “You wanna make me jealous?” he rasps, voice cracking into a growl. “Then you take every fucking inch of this until you can’t even think about anyone else.” And he finally slams into you in one deep, claiming thrusts, his hand landing another sharp smack against your ass as he sets a brutal, relentless pace. His cock dragging through your tight walls and making him groan out loud.

“Mine,” he grits, hips snapping against yours, each thrust driving you harder into the desk. “Say it, baby. Say who you belong to while I fuck you like this.”

“Yours, Daddy! Only yours!”

“Good girl,” Chan growls, leaning over you, his fangs grazing your neck as his hand grips your throat, forcing you to look back at him. “Let them all hear it. I want every single person in this building to know you’re mine.”

Lee Minho

Minho doesn’t get loud. He doesn’t need to. The air changes the second he’s jealous—it gets heavy. His movements slow, deliberate, like a predator circling its prey. He doesn’t confront you in public; no, he waits until you’re alone, because his jealousy isn’t about proving something to anyone else. It’s about reminding you who you belong to.

When you finally step into his space, his eyes are calm—too calm—and that’s when you know you’re in trouble.

The door barely clicks shut before Minho’s hand curls around your wrist, tugging you closer with deceptive gentleness. His eyes flick over you, unreadable, and he hums softly—like he’s cataloguing every mark, every scent, every thing that isn’t his.

“You smelled different tonight,” he says quietly, thumb brushing your pulse point. His voice is smooth, measured, but there’s a sharp edge beneath it. “Do you know how much I hate that?”

You open your mouth to explain, but he speaks before you can, cutting you off. “Don’t,” he murmurs. “I’m not angry. Just… disappointed. And you know how I deal with that.” Before you can respond, you’re on the bed—his bed, where he controls everything. Minho moves slowly, purposefully, like every action is a ritual. His hands slide under your clothes, lifting them away piece by piece, as if unwrapping a gift he owns.

When you’re laid out bare, he sits back, tilting his head, eyes darkening.

“You’re going to stay exactly where I put you,” he says, tone almost gentle. “I’m going to remind you who you belong to, and you’re going to thank me for it. Understand?”

You nod, heat pooling in your stomach, and his lips curl into the faintest smirk.

“Good girl.”

Then he’s on you—slow, so fucking slow. His mouth drags over your skin, biting in deliberate patterns, each mark placed like he’s branding you. His fangs sink in just enough to draw shallow beads of blood, and he licks them away reverently, whispering your name against every wound. His last bite leaves your skin tingling, his tongue smoothing over the shallow wound as if sealing it with his claim. Then he pulls back, sitting on his heels, head tilted like he’s studying a masterpiece.

“You’re still too restless,” he murmurs, that soft voice threaded with danger. His hand trails down your arm, featherlight, before he reaches for something at the side of the bed.

When he lifts it, you swallow hard—a strip of black silk, smooth and glinting faintly in the low light.

“Don’t move.” His tone is deceptively calm, like he’s giving you a chance. But when you even shift your leg, he tuts softly. “Already disobeying? Tsk. You’re lucky I’m in a patient mood.”

He takes your wrists, bringing them together gently above your head. The silk slides around them like water, cool at first, then snug as he knots it to the headboard. His fingers linger, caressing your bound wrists, almost affectionate.

“Perfect,” he whispers, brushing a kiss over your knuckles before leaning down to press one to your mouth. “You’ll stay like this… won’t you?”

“Yes, Minho,” you breathe, heart racing.

“Good girl,” he praises again, voice dipping into something darker. “Now keep those pretty legs open for me.”

You do, heat rushing through you as he shifts down the bed. His hands slide slowly along your thighs, parting them wider, his thumbs stroking soothing circles on your inner skin as if to coax you into complete submission.

Then he looks up at you, mouth curved in that quiet, dangerous smile.

“You smelled different tonight,” he repeats, lower, rougher now. His fingers graze the inside of your thigh. “But by the time I’m done, you’ll be drenched in only me.”

But Minho doesn’t rush. No—even when he buries his face between your legs, he licks a slow stripe up your folds, humming low in satisfaction as you twitch under him. His tongue is deliberate, almost clinical in its precision, dragging and circling your clit in a way that makes your back arch.

You moan his name, tugging instinctively at the silk binding your wrists.

“Shh,” he says against you, voice muffled, teasing. “You don’t get to touch. You just take it.”

And you do—because Minho eats you out like it’s a ritual, like every movement is meant to break you. His mouth alternates between slow, languid licks and sudden, sharp sucks that make your thighs shake. Every time you get too close, he pulls back just enough to whisper against your skin: “Say it.”

“Yours,” you gasp, nearly sobbing.

“Again.” He slides two fingers into you while his mouth seals back over your clit, curling them perfectly as his tongue flicks just right.

“Yours, Minho, only yours—”

“Good girl,” he growls, sucking harder, dragging you right to the edge until you’re trembling, toes curling, crying his name as you finally fall apart under his tongue.

But he doesn’t stop.

Not when you cum, not when your thighs quake, not when you’re babbling incoherent pleas. He just holds you open, his grip firm, licking every drop like he’s starved for it. When he finally pulls back, your body’s still twitching, your chest heaving, and he leans up, licking his slick-stained lips with a lazy smile.

“Better,” he whispers, untying your wrists with slow, careful fingers. “Now… are you ready to thank me properly?”

Seo Changbin

Changbin wears his jealousy like a warning sign. His voice gets rougher, his movements sharper, and he doesn’t hide his irritation—everyone can feel it. The moment he gets you alone, he’s already on you, growling under his breath like a wolf who’s just been challenged.

He’s not going to talk it out. He’s going to fuck it out.

You barely get the door closed before your back hits the wall with a loud thud. Changbin’s hands are on you immediately—one gripping your hip, the other tangled in your hair to tilt your head back. His chest is pressed to yours, solid and unyielding, his eyes locked on you like a predator.

“You think I didn’t notice?” His voice is low, growly, dangerous. His fangs flash as he leans in closer, nose brushing your neck. “You smelled like him. Reeked of him. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

You try to answer, but he growls, slamming his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. It’s messy, angry, possessive—his fangs nicking your lip just enough to taste you. By the time he pulls back, his breathing is ragged, his grip on your hair tightening.

“You’re mine,” he snarls, dragging his fangs along your throat. “And I’m gonna make damn sure you feel it tomorrow.”

Then he’s picking you up with terrifying ease, throwing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, and slamming you down onto the nearest surface—his couch, his desk, hell, he doesn’t care. His hands are everywhere, tugging at your clothes. The second you’re bare, his mouth is on you, biting your neck and shoulders, marking you like a feral animal. Every growl vibrates against your skin as he sucks harsh bruises into your collarbone.

His hands grip your hips so tight you know there will be bruises tomorrow. Each bite is deliberate, primal, a warning to anyone who so much as looks at you again. “Pretty little thing,” he growls against your skin, tongue laving over a fresh mark before sucking hard enough to make you gasp. “Gonna cover you in me… every fucking inch.”

You whimper his name, writhing under his weight, and that only makes him groan—low, rough, feral.

“Say it again,” he demands, nipping at the swell of your breast before licking the sting away. “Say who you belong to.”

“You, Binnie,” you breathe, already trembling.

“Damn right,” he snarls, yanking you closer by your hips until you’re flush against his chest. His fangs glint as he looks you dead in the eye, pupils blown wide with hunger. “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl and take every fucking thing I give you, yeah?”

You nod, breathless, and that’s all he needs.

He pushes your thighs apart with rough hands, dragging you down the couch until you’re spread wide for him. His eyes flick down, and he licks his lips, voice dropping into a dangerous rumble.

“Fuck, look at you… already dripping for me. You love it when I get like this, don’t you? When I lose my mind over you.”

You try to answer, but he’s already lowering his head, burying his face between your thighs with a growl that vibrates through you. His tongue is hot, relentless, licking broad strokes before zeroing in on your clit, sucking hard enough to make you cry out.

“B-Binnie—!”

“Louder,” he grunts against you, his hands locking onto your hips to hold you down. He doesn’t care that you’re squirming, doesn’t care that you’re gasping his name like a prayer. He eats you out like a starving man, growling into you every time you try to wriggle away.

When your thighs start to shake, he pulls back just enough to flash you a smug, bloodthirsty grin.

“Not yet, baby. You’re not cumming until I’m inside you. You’re gonna fall apart on my cock, not my tongue.”

And then—without warning—he flips you onto your stomach, dragging you onto your knees. One hand fists in your hair, the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise as he lines himself up. The first thrust is devastating—a sharp, deep slam that has you crying out, face pressed into the couch cushions.

“Yeah,” he groans, fucking into you with a punishing rhythm, his growls getting louder with every thrust. “Take it, baby. Take all of me. Gonna fuck you so good you won’t even think about anyone else.”

Your nails dig into the cushions, moaning his name, but he’s not satisfied until you scream it.

“Say it,” he pants, slamming into you so hard the couch creaks. “Who fucking owns you?”

“You, Binnie! Only you!”

“Damn right,” he growls, leaning over you, chest pressed to your back as his teeth scrape your shoulder. “And I’m gonna remind you every fucking night if I have to.”

Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin is not subtle. He doesn’t even try to hide his jealousy. His usual elegance sharpens into something cutting—he’s all sly smirks, lingering stares, and pointed comments designed to make you squirm. But once you’re alone?

He drops the prince act. He doesn’t just claim you—he makes a show of it, because Hyunjin is dramatic to his core, and your pleasure is his favourite performance.

The second the door shuts behind you, Hyunjin leans back against it, arms crossed, his eyes glittering with dangerous amusement.

“So,” he drawls, his tone silk-wrapped venom. “Did you enjoy yourself? Laughing with him? Letting him stand so close you smelled like him when you came back to me?”

“Hyun, it’s not—”

“Shh.” He pushes off the door, stalking toward you with slow, predatory steps, his smile way too sweet. “Don’t lie. You know I can smell it.”

Before you can respond, his hands are on you, spinning you around and pressing you against the nearest wall. His body cages you in, chest to your back, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, voice low and dangerous:

“You know what happens when you make me jealous, don’t you?”

You swallow, already trembling. “Hyun—”

“That’s not an answer, sweetheart,” he purrs, one hand sliding up to grip your throat lightly, tilting your head back so you have to look at him. “But don’t worry… I’ll remind you.”

He drags you to the bed, sitting you down like you’re a doll he’s about to play with. Hyunjin crouches in front of you, his hands slowly spreading your knees apart, his sharp gaze devouring you.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, licking his bottom lip. “So pretty when you’re nervous. You like this, don’t you? Being punished? Being mine?”

You nod weakly, and that earns you a wolfish grin.

“Good girl. Then you’ll sit there and let me have my fun.”

Hyunjin pushes you onto your back, yanking your skirt up and tearing your panties with a sharp rip of fabric—dramatic, unnecessary, very him.

“Hyun!” you gasp, but he just smirks, tossing the ruined lace aside.

“You won’t need them after I’m done.”

Then he’s on you—mouth hot and hungry against your skin, kissing, biting, sucking his way down your body like an artist painting his masterpiece. His fangs scrape over your hipbone before his tongue replaces the sting, his moans muffled against your skin. When he finally buries his face between your thighs, it’s chaos. Hyunjin eats you out like it’s a performance, like he wants to hear you sing for him. Long, slow licks interrupted by sharp, teasing flicks of his tongue, his hands holding you open despite how much you squirm.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, pulling back to flash you a blood-red smile. “You’re not running from me, love. Not tonight.”

Your thighs tremble under his hands, every slow lick dragging you closer to that edge you’re desperate for—only for Hyunjin to pull away right before you fall apart.

“Hyun, please—” you gasp, hips bucking in search of his mouth.

But he just tilts his head, licking his lips with a lazy, infuriatingly smug grin. His eyes glowing as he wipes your slick from his mouth with the back of his hand, almost mockingly.

“Please?” he teases, his voice velvet-wrapped steel. “Oh no, baby. You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

Before you can protest, he’s pulling you upright, flipping you effortlessly onto his lap. His hands are firm, guiding you until you’re straddling him, your skirt bunched around your waist, his still-clothed body teasingly hard beneath you.

“Take your time,” he purrs, running his hands up your sides before gripping your hips possessively. “You’re gonna fuck yourself on me nice and slow, sweetheart. Show me how bad you want it.”

Your hands fly to his shoulders for balance as he leans back slightly, watching you with that dangerous, prince-like smirk.

“What are you waiting for? Move.”

You whimper, grinding down on him, feeling the hard outline of his cock beneath his slacks. Hyunjin groans, head tipping back slightly, but his grip on your hips tightens.

“Good girl… just like that. But we’re not done making this interesting.”

Hyunjin always had surprises up his sleeves, always creative. So when his arm extends towards the nightstand drawer to pull something out, you expected anything: a blindfold; silk to wrap your wrists; but not a vibrator.

“W-where did you—”

“Shh.” He clicks it on, the low hum filling the air. “You think I wouldn’t be prepared for you? Please. You’re mine. You don’t get to cum without me controlling everything.”

Before you can respond, he presses the toy against your clit, holding it there firmly as you grind on him. The sensation rips a choked moan from your throat, your body jerking.

“Fuck—Hyun—!”

“That’s it,” he coos, his tone condescendingly sweet as he tightens his hold on you. “Ride me, baby. Show me how desperate you are. You’re not stopping until you’re screaming my name.”

The dual sensation is insane—your slick grinding against the bulge of his cock through his pants, the vibrator relentless on your clit. Your nails dig into his shoulders, head tipping back, and Hyunjin just watches, his expression a perfect mix of smug satisfaction and dark hunger.

“Look at you, fucking yourself stupid on me,” he says, voice breaking slightly as you rock harder. “So pretty like this… so fucking mine.”

“Hyun, please, I can’t—”

“Oh, you can,” he cuts in, tightening his hold on the vibrator, pressing it harder. “And you will. You’re not cumming until I tell you to. Hold it, baby. You wanna make me jealous? Then you take every second of this.”

Your body trembles, every nerve on fire, Hyunjin’s smirk curling wider as he leans in, lips brushing your ear.

“When I say ‘now,’ you’re gonna cum for me. And you’re gonna say my name so loud, everyone outside will know exactly who’s making you fall apart like this. Got it?”

You nod frantically, whimpering, and Hyunjin laughs—low, sinful, thrilled by how wrecked you already are.

“Good girl. Now keep riding me like the perfect little thing you are.”

Han Jisung

Jisung wears jealousy on his sleeve. He’s clingy, pouty, and so obvious. He’ll sulk in the corner with big, betrayed eyes, but the second you’re alone? The switch flips—he’s not pouting anymore; he’s needy and filthy and can’t stop touching you.

“Did you have fun?” Jisung’s voice is pitched low, but there’s no mistaking the edge in it. His fangs catch his bottom lip as he stares at you, pupils blown wide, hair slightly mussed from running his hands through it in frustration.

“Ji—”

“Don’t,” he cuts you off, stepping closer. “Don’t even try to explain. You smelled like him when you walked in, and it—” He swallows hard, his jaw clenching. “It fucking drove me crazy.”

Before you can say anything else, he’s kissing you—hard, desperate, almost sloppy. His hands are everywhere at once, gripping your hips, tugging at your shirt like he’s trying to pull you closer, like he can crawl inside your skin.

When he pulls back, his breathing is ragged, eyes glowing faint red.

“You’re mine,” he says, voice breaking into a whine, but the way he drags his fangs along your jaw is anything but soft. “And I’m not letting you forget it.”

You gasp as he pushes you backward until your knees hit the bed, shoving you down just enough to climb on top of you.

“Ji—wait—”

“No,” he pants, already tugging at his belt, his hands shaking—not from hesitation, but from need. “No waiting. You’re gonna let me fuck you until you can’t even say his name. Only mine. Got it?”

You nod, and that’s all it takes for Jisung to groan, his forehead pressing to yours while his hands are pushing your skirt up to your hips, his eyes locked on you like you’re prey he’s about to devour. “You don’t need me to be gentle right now, do you? You need me to fuck you stupid so you remember who you belong to.”

“Ji—”

“Say it,” he growls, yanking your panties aside, the sound of tearing fabric sharp in the air. “Say you’re mine before I fuck you.”

“Yours,” you gasp, trembling under him.

“Louder.”

“Yours, Jisung!”

“Good fucking girl,” he groans, finally lining himself up, his tip already brushing your soaked entrance. “Fuck, you’re dripping—already wet for me. Was it thinking about me, baby? Or did you get this wet letting him stand too close?”

“I—it’s only you,” you manage, breathless.

“Damn right it’s only me,” he snaps, voice breaking into that needy whine as his hips slam forward, burying himself to the hilt in one sharp thrust. You cry out, nails digging into his shoulders, and Jisung moans—loud, filthy, unrestrained.

“F-fuck—so tight,” he groans, setting a relentless pace immediately, his thrusts deep, fast, messy. His hands grip your hips hard, holding you still as his body pounds into yours. “Yeah, baby, take it. Take all of me. You love this, don’t you? Love me fucking you full like this.”

“Ji—ah—”

“Say it,” he orders, leaning down so his forehead presses to yours, his thrusts getting harder. “Say you love it when I fuck you. Say it’s mine.”

“I love it, I love it—only you, Jisung!”

“Fuck, yeah,” he whines, biting at your jaw, your neck, messy, greedy kisses everywhere. His fangs scrape, leaving shallow nicks that he licks clean between thrusts. “My pretty baby, taking my cock so good—fuck—this pussy’s all mine, yeah?”

“Yes—yes—yours!”

“Say it again,” he groans, his voice breaking, his hips snapping harder against you. “Fucking louder. Wanna hear you scream it.”

“YOURS, JISUNG!”

He lets out a loud, guttural moan, one hand flying to your throat—not squeezing, just holding you there, forcing you to look at him.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it,” he pants, rutting into you harder, his pace almost brutal now. “You look so good like this, crying for me. Gonna cum for me, yeah? Gonna soak me, let me feel you lose it all over my cock?”

You nod frantically, on the edge, and Jisung loses it—hips stuttering, whining against your throat as he bites down gently, grinding into you just right until you fall apart with a scream of his name.

“Yeah, baby, fuck, that’s it,” he moans, chasing his own release, his thrusts sloppy and desperate as he groans, “So good for me—mine, all mine—fuck, I’m gonna fill you so deep no one will ever—ever—forget who you belong to.”

Lee Felix

Felix doesn’t sulk for long. His jealousy turns protective, possessive—hungry. He doesn’t scream, he doesn’t rush. He just gets quiet, too quiet, watching you with that soft smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. And when he finally gets you alone?

…You don’t get your sunshine back until he’s marked you head to toe.

“Did you have fun?” Felix asks, his voice soft, calm—too calm. His freckles look innocent as always, but his eyes give him away.

“Lix, I—”

He tilts his head, smiling sweetly, stepping closer until his chest brushes yours.

“Shh, angel. Don’t lie. I can smell him on you.” His thumb brushes your chin, tilting your head up so you’re forced to meet his gaze. “And I really, really hate that.”

Before you can respond, Felix kisses you—slow, deep, almost dangerous. His hands grip your hips tight, pulling you against him, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he swallows every sound you make.

When he pulls back, his voice is lower, rougher, that soft sunshine tone long gone.

“You’re mine,” he says, dragging his fangs along your neck. “And I think I need to remind you just how much.”

Felix doesn’t wait for an answer—he’s already kissing you again, harder, messier, desperate. His lips crush against yours, his tongue sliding in immediately, tasting you like he’s been starving for days. Every sound you make, he swallows greedily, groaning into your mouth like it’s the only thing keeping him sane.

“Mine,” he murmurs against your lips, kissing you between words, breathless and almost whining. “All… mine… angel.”

You gasp when his fingers yank your shirt up, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over your head and toss it to the floor. He stares for a second. “God, you’re so fucking pretty,” he breathes, almost reverent, before his mouth is on your neck, kissing, sucking, biting lightly—not neat or careful like usual, but messy, desperate, leaving scattered marks over your collarbone.

“Felix—”

“Shh,” he whispers against your skin, voice low and rough. “Let me. Gonna make you look like mine all over.”

His hands unclasp your bra in one quick motion, sliding it off your shoulders and tossing it aside. His gaze darkens as his thumbs brush over your nipples, and he groans softly, dipping his head to suck one into his mouth.

You arch against him, and he hums against your skin, moaning at the way you shiver for him.

“Sensitive, huh?” he teases, his tone sweet but wrecked. “My pretty girl loves it when I touch her like this, yeah?”

You nod frantically, and Felix grins against your chest, kissing lower, leaving more messy marks as he hooks his fingers into your skirt. “This,” he mutters, tugging at the fabric, his voice dipping into that dangerous possessive growl. “This needs to go. Wanna see you, angel. Wanna fuck you where I can see all of you.”

Felix yanks your skirt down in one swift motion, tossing it aside with a growl that sounds so unlike his usual soft self. He now looks around before spotting the full-length mirror across the room and a dangerous smile spreads across his face.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, voice husky, low. “Gonna let you see exactly how fucking pretty you look when I ruin you.”

Before you can ask, he’s lifting you effortlessly, carrying you toward the mirror. His strength is terrifying but careful, his hands gripping your thighs possessively as he sets you down right in front of it, your reflection already flushed and trembling.

Felix slides behind you, towering over your smaller frame, pressing his chest to your back as his hands roam your body. His mouth brushes your ear, his voice a low, sinful whisper.

“Look, angel,” he orders softly, tilting your chin toward the mirror with his fingers. “Look at yourself. Look at how fucking perfect you are for me.”

You meet his gaze in the reflection, and his expression darkens.

“Mine,” he breathes, kissing your shoulder, sucking a mark there as his hands slide down to hook your panties. “Gonna watch you fall apart while you say my name. Wanna see you cum while you’re looking right at me.”

He rips your panties down, tossing them aside, and you’re bare in front of the mirror, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. “Spread your legs for me, angel,” he murmurs, his tone soft but commanding. “Good girl… just like that.”

Then he’s lining himself up, his cock teasing your entrance, dragging through your slick folds as you tremble.

“Felix—”

“Shh,” he says again, kissing your temple, his reflection catching yours in the mirror. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be gentle… at first.”

And then he pushes in—slow, deep, filling you to the hilt in one smooth thrust. You gasp, nails digging into his arms, and Felix groans low, his head tipping back. “Fuck,” he moans, his voice wrecked. “So tight, angel… look at that. Look at how good you take me.”

His pace starts slow, every thrust perfectly angled as his hands grip your hips, holding you in place. His eyes stay locked on the mirror, watching the way your face contorts with every movement.

“That’s it, baby,” he praises, his voice roughening. “So perfect, so pretty when you take me. My good girl. My perfect girl.”

“Lix—ah—”

“Say it,” he groans, his pace quickening slightly, his reflection staring you down. “Say you’re mine while you look at yourself. Say no one else gets you like this.”

“I’m yours, Felix, only yours!”

“Yeah, that’s my girl,” he growls, snapping his hips harder, his hands sliding up to grip your breasts, teasing your nipples as he fucks you deeper. “You look so fucking gorgeous—gonna make you cum just like this, watching yourself get fucked stupid on my cock.”

When you start to tighten around him, Felix lets out a deep, shaky moan, his possessive side fully snapping.

“Cum for me, angel,” he pants, fucking you harder, faster now, his eyes wild in the mirror. “Be a good girl and cum for me—make a mess all over me, let everyone know who you belong to.”

When you fall apart with a cry of his name, Felix groans, holding you tight against his chest as his thrusts get sloppy, his lips pressed to your ear.

“Fuck, that’s it, angel… mine. Always mine.”

Kim Seungmin

Seungmin doesn’t show his jealousy right away. He stays quiet, almost too quiet, watching you with that sharp, calculating gaze. But when you’re alone? He doesn’t waste words—he plans his punishment, controlled and precise, until you’re shaking and begging for mercy he doesn’t give.

You barely close the door before Seungmin speaks, his tone even, calm—too calm.

“Having fun?” he asks, head tilting, his sharp brown eyes locked on you. His hands are in his pockets, his stance relaxed, but the tension in the air is suffocating.

“Seungmin, it’s not—”

“You smelled like him,” he says, matter-of-factly, like he’s commenting on the weather. “Do you know how much I hate that?”

“Seungmin, I—”

“Don’t.” The word is soft, but it slices through your excuse like a blade. His head tilts slightly, the faintest smile curling at his lips—not kind, but calculating. “You know I don’t like repeating myself when I’m upset. You want to fix this, don’t you?”

You swallow, nodding quickly.

“Good.” His smile widens, still too controlled. “Then get on your knees.”

Your breath catches, but you obey. He doesn’t help you down; he just watches, his sharp eyes following every movement like he’s evaluating you. When you’re settled in front of him, Seungmin finally moves, undoing his belt slowly, as if to remind you who’s setting the pace here.

“I want you to think about how you’re going to make this up to me,” he says calmly, sliding his belt free and tossing it aside. His tone is maddeningly patient. “Because right now, all I can think about is how much I want to erase his scent from you.”

Your cheeks heat, and he smirks, clearly enjoying how flustered you are.

“Open.”

You part your lips, and Seungmin crouches just enough to brush his thumb over your bottom lip, tilting your chin up so your teary gaze meets his.

“Wider. If you’re going to apologize, you’re going to do it properly.”

Seungmin’s smirk deepens when you obey, your lips parted just the way he likes. “Good,” he murmurs, voice low and maddeningly calm. “You’re learning.” Then, instead of immediately giving you what you’re silently begging for, he slides his free hand down, gripping his cock and stroking it, maddeningly slow, his eyes never leaving yours.

You can hear the slick sound of his hand moving over himself, and it makes your cheeks burn hotter. Seungmin notices, of course—he notices everything.

“Look at you,” he says softly, almost mockingly, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock as precum beads at the tip. “On your knees, waiting so nicely, and you’re already flushed. Do you want it that badly?”

You nod quickly, but he just clicks his tongue, stroking himself a little faster now, his movements precise, taunting.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice shaking.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sir. I want it.”

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face. “I know you do,” he says, voice dropping lower, rougher now. “I can smell how badly you want it. But you don’t get anything unless you keep those eyes on me. Understand?”

You nod again, breathless, and he finally steps closer, pressing the tip of his cock against your parted lips, dragging it slowly across them instead of giving it to you right away. “Mm,” he hums, almost to himself, watching the way your lips instinctively follow the movement. “So eager… open wider.”

You do, and Seungmin chuckles quietly, slipping just the tip into your mouth, pulling it back almost immediately.

“Not yet,” he teases, stroking himself right in front of your face again, letting you watch every slow pump of his hand. “You don’t get all of me until you’re ready to behave.”

“I—I am ready,” you whimper, and his smirk turns downright dangerous.

“Good,” he murmurs, finally pressing the head back to your lips. “Then keep those pretty eyes on me and don’t you dare look away.”

And then he pushes in, slow and controlled, sinking deeper into your mouth inch by inch. His hand slides from his cock to your jaw, holding you in place as he groans low in his chest.

“Fuck… warm and tight already,” he mutters, almost to himself, his voice soft but wrecked. “God, you look good like this.”

When he bottoms out, his thumb strokes your cheek softly, almost gentle despite the filthy act, and he smiles—sharp, pleased, absolutely in control.

“Now, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his hips pulling back just slightly before pushing in again, a little deeper, a little rougher, “be a good girl and let me fix my little jealousy problem, yeah?”

The first few thrusts stay steady, measured—controlled in that way that makes it so much worse, because you can feel how much he’s holding back. “You’re doing good,” he murmurs, voice low, velvety and so condescending. “But I think you can take more than this, can’t you?”

You try to nod, and that’s all he needs.

“Yeah,” he breathes, his smirk widening as his grip tightens in your hair. “I thought so.”

Then his hips snap forward, harder this time, pushing deeper into your throat. You gag immediately, your hands flying to grip his thighs, but Seungmin just lets out a quiet, satisfied hum.

“That’s it,” he says, his tone maddeningly calm despite how filthy the scene is. “Relax for me. Breathe through it.”

He sets a rhythm—controlled, deep thrusts timed perfectly to make you choke just enough each time. Drool starts to spill past your lips, dripping down your chin, and Seungmin’s smirk turns downright cruel. “Messy already?” he teases, his other hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing the tear threatening to fall. “You look so fucking good like this. Pretty little thing, crying for me while you take my cock so well.”

You whimper around him, and the vibration makes him groan low, his head tipping back briefly before he refocuses on you, eyes sharp and hungry.

“Look at me,” he orders, tugging your hair just enough to tilt your face up. “Eyes on me while I fuck your throat.”

You force yourself to look, teary-eyed and flushed, and he loves it—his smirk deepens, his thrusts growing rougher, finally losing some of that perfect control. “God, you’re gorgeous like this,” he groans, voice finally breaking into something darker. “Taking me so deep, gagging on me, drooling all over yourself… fuck, no one else gets to see you like this. No one.”

His pace quickens, thrusts sharper now, making you choke harder, spit running down your chin. He watches every second, biting back a groan as you gag, tears spilling freely now.

“That’s it, baby,” he pants, finally sounding wrecked. “Take it. Take all of me. You’re mine.” Seungmin lets out a deep groan, pushing back in immediately, burying himself to the hilt in your throat for a long, punishing second before pulling back.

“Good girl,” he mutters, breathless now. “So fucking good for me.”

When he finally pulls you off completely, letting you gasp for air, he crouches slightly, gripping your chin to tilt your face up. You’re a tear-streaked, drool-soaked mess, and his smile is soft but cruelly pleased.

“Get on the bed,” he says, voice calm again, though his dark eyes are still glowing with hunger. “You’re not done yet. I’m nowhere near done with you. You're gonna be hoarse by the time I'm done with you.”

Yang Jeongin

Jeongin tries to stay calm, but jealousy flicks something deep in him—the Abnormal instincts he’s only just learning to control. He gets clingy, growly, needy, and when you’re finally alone? All that restraint shatters. He gets rough, fast, and possessive as hell, like he’s making up for every second he held back before.

You’re barely halfway across the room when Jeongin’s hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you dead in your tracks. His grip isn’t painful, but it’s firm in that way that makes your pulse spike immediately.

“Where were you?” His voice is low, rougher than usual, and when you glance up at him, his normally warm brown eyes are darker, glowing faintly gold.

“Jeongin—”

“Don’t.” His jaw clenches, his thumb brushing the inside of your wrist where your pulse jumps beneath his touch. “You reek of him.”

You open your mouth to explain, but his gaze sharpens, something feral flickering in his expression.

“Don’t bother lying,” he says, stepping closer, his body crowding yours until your back meets the nearest wall. His head dips, nose brushing your throat, fangs grazing your skin in a way that makes your breath hitch. “You think I don’t know you better than that? I can smell him all over you.”

“Jeongin, it’s not—”

A low growl rumbles in his chest as his hand slides up to grip your jaw, tilting your face up to his.

“Stop talking,” he mutters, his voice strained like he’s holding himself back by a thread. “Because if you keep making excuses, I won’t wait.”

“Wait for what?” you whisper, and that’s the last bit of restraint he has.

“You’ll see,” he growls and his lips crash onto yours, rough messy. Hands gripping your waist, tugging you flush against him like he can't stand even an inch of space between you. You gasp against his mouth, and he takes advantage of that, tongue sliding in, tasting you like he's starving.

He finally pulls back, breathing heavy, eyes locked on you like a predator.

“Turn around.”

“J-Jeongin—”

“Now.” His tone is sharp, commanding, and before you can second-guess, he’s spinning you himself, pressing your chest to the wall, his hand splayed against your back. Your skirt rides up with the movement, and Jeongin groans low, his hand sliding down to grip your thigh.

“Stay just like that,” he orders, hooking his fingers into your panties and yanking them down in one sharp motion, tossing them aside. “You’re not going anywhere until I fix this.”

“Fix what?” you gasp, already trembling.

“Until you can’t stand next to anyone else without smelling like me.”

Before you can respond, his fingers slide between your thighs, dragging through your slick folds in one slow, deliberate stroke.

“God, you’re already dripping,” he mutters, his voice a dangerous mix of pride and frustration. “You like this, don’t you? My sweet girl gets wet just because I’m jealous.”

“Jeongin—ah!”

Two fingers slam into you without warning, burying deep in one smooth thrust. Your gasp turns into a strangled moan as his hand spreads you open, his thumb immediately finding your clit.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs, almost to himself, setting a brutal pace with his fingers—fast, deep, curling perfectly against that spot that makes your knees buckle. His free hand presses firmly against your lower back, keeping you pinned to the wall as he works you open.

“Stay still,” he orders sharply, his fingers pumping harder, faster. “If you move, I’ll stop. You don’t want me to stop, do you?”

“N-no—don’t stop!”

“Good girl,” he groans, his breathing heavier now, watching the way your body twitches with every thrust. “Taking my fingers so good… you hear that? That’s how wet you are for me. So messy already.”

The wet slap of his fingers fills the room, obscene and loud as he fucks you harder with just his hand, his thumb circling your clit in tight, relentless patterns.

“Jeongin—please—”

“Please what, baby?” His tone softens for half a second, teasing, before his fingers curl just right, making you cry out. “You wanna cum on my fingers? Make a mess all over me before I even fuck you?”

“Yes! Yes, please—”

He growls low, fucking you faster now, his thumb pressing harder against your clit as his fingers thrust ruthlessly into you.

“Then do it. Cum for me. Be good for me and let me feel you soak my hand.”

You break with a loud cry of his name, your walls clenching tight around his fingers as your body shakes. Jeongin doesn’t slow—not for a second.

“That’s it,” he groans, his voice wrecked now, his fingers still pounding into you as you ride out your high. “So fucking pretty when you cum for me. But don’t think we’re done.”

When you slump against the wall, trembling, Jeongin finally pulls his fingers out, slick dripping down his knuckles. He lifts them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a moan, eyes locked on you the entire time.

“Mm… perfect,” he mutters, stepping closer until his chest presses against your back. “Now you’re ready for me. And you’re not leaving this wall until I fuck you so deep you forget anyone else’s name but mine.”

🏷️ taglist: @cybergracie , @jupitermarss , @basicginn , @dhvnigvil , @emkvlixsx , @collin-thegreat , @somuchpanicverylittledisco , @emilyywhyy , @rainyjeno , @fawnoverdawn , @pixie-felix , @anniestay , @notmeneo , @lovslixx , @themoonlightfae , @heartwithoutaname , @yourghostneighbor , @princesskrystix , @drilles , @y2kur0mi , @mochi-space , @ivaviavi , @phelans-thoughts , @the-anon-reader , @beans4beans56 , @joyfulchaoslover , @channieismylove , @cherryoatchai , @unimportantweirdo , @seagulljk , @freckles-and-rage , @lonelydarknessblog , @girlsymptoms , @bookswillfindyouaway , @jasperlvskz , @geekymommakerry , @dazzlingjade , @alisonyus , @pluto-rose , @crazy4books1 , @b3autyist3rror , @felixleftchickennugget , @loonybunny1 , @itzkaitlynm , @boldy-49 , @zayn-210 , @hanjiswvrld , @ilovedallywinston , @ironyatitsfinest

#stray kids #skz #stray kids smut #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han x reader #felix x reader #skz smut #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #vampire!skz series

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𝓢𝙠𝙯 + 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙑𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣 (𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙖𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙚)

Stray kids head cannons x Reader

𝓗𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙚 ⟡ | 𝓜𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙖𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙚 ✦

Genre: fluff (<3)

Warning's: mild cursing. mdni (even tho this is fluff STILL minors gtfo)

nina's note's: YALL IMA SAY IT AGAIN, I made this bc "NOTING BEATS A JET TWO HOLLADAY AND RIGHT KNOW YOU CAN SAVE FIFTY POUNDS PER PERSON, THAT TWO HUNDRED POUNDS OF FOR A FAMILY OF FOUR.... y'all momma's back from my lil break. I'ma link the hyung line after.

word count: 255 and 1.3k characters

(not proofread mb for any mistakes "I blame my nails ofc")

hey Siri play "Be natural" by red velvet

“한지성” Han Jisung

He would "take you to Korea or Malaysia" (THE LANDS OF HANJI) good food (the black tar stuff lol iykyk) the pretty scenery and beautiful plants. I just know that he'll let you meet the parent ofc he's a good man, plus you'll get to see bbama the one you have competition with (lol we love bbama tho)

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“리 펠릭스” Felix

He would "take you to Australia or New Zealand" his home town (ofc) we're there's snakes, kangaroos, SPIDERSSS, (not the spiders). but theres good food fun activities for yall to do plus family, he would take you to the opera house, y'all would go swimming (HEAVY ON THE SWIMMING THE BEACH IS BEAUTIFUL....LIKE YOU BBG).

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“김승민” Seungmin

He would "take you to Singapore or Europe" from nice hotels tasty food great souvenir's, activities like the "cloud garden", "art gallery's" "hikes and skiing in Europe". fun will never end, nothing will beat a nice and calm spa trip and or day with Seungmin.

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“양정인” Jeong-I.N

He would "take you to France or Italy" From the Eiffel tower, to a romantic dinner Jeong-in (my man hehehe) has it all planned and ready for you both to enjoy, enjoying the best wine and in the morning macaroons for the lady, its all a matter of time before you and Jeong-in share a kiss by the Eiffel tower.

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nina's note's: well I hope you guy's liked this if so I will be linking the hyung line so you can just click it and read but that's all for this, also the tag list will be the same just a few new members but that's all mawh!! - pimpnina.

Permanent tag list: @lov3lycosmos @3rachaslut @vxlvted @leriexoxo @silverlakee @skzstarl0ver @hypn9tic @hannieboyd @skzfflovers @skzophreniic @papilli3n @babybellsvr @aeri-skzver @soulofhyun@ih3arthyunjin @adieu-lisette @@gloomydietitian @@keihisch @elsasimone @sugarstayy @velvetmoonlght

#kpop icons #stray kids #lee felix #headcanon #bang chan #lee know #changbin #han jisung #hyunjin #seungmin #felix #yang jeongin #vacation #fluff

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angels-recs · 5 days ago

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🦊👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨💕14

“ i got arrested and it's a hilarious story but i really need you to come bail me out first.”

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; bf!Yang Jeongin x non-gendered!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; this was supposed to be fluffy but it ended up kinda tilting into angst territory a tiny bit?? Sorry- I was trying to figure out how to do this one cause it seemed simple and this is what came out? I hope you still enjoy~

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ SS; 2

taglist; (pink users I was unable to tag) @chancloud8 @velvetmoonlght @gnabsss @aria-again @beppybeesnuggets @iknow-youknow-hyunho @headfirstfortoro @angel-writes-skz-here @ilovedallywinston

#stray kids #skz #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids i.n #yang jeongin fake texts #yang jeongin x reader #skz fake texts #stray kids fake texts #smileys 1k event

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angels-recs · 5 days ago

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So cuteeeeee🥹❤️❤️❤️ love that he finally told her how he felt and that she reassured him like Han said. So sweet🥰

Lost In Translation (Pt. 3) - Lee Know

summary: when you stop reaching out after noticing his distance, he finally realizes how deeply he needs you and confesses

pairing: lee know x fem!reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

a/n: the final part is here!! thank you so much for loving this series so much, all those comments and reblogs made me very happy, thank you 😭

Part 1

Part 2

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@lov3rachan @pixie-felix @ellemir2404 @willowhanji @skzimagines @wavetohannie @jamroses @vietjeb @kayleefriedchicken @kokinu09 @nightmarenyxx @my-neurodivergent-world @shuuporanglinos @silly250 @thecutiepieme @stay-tiny-things @inlovewithstraykids @skz-ot8-stay @emilyywhyy @havenwithleeknow @hungryhobbit815 @seungminnieinthebuilding @beabidoobee @geni-627 @ye0lkkot @yaorzu-blog @butterflybananabread @nightshadeblooming @rockstarkkami @finannn @poody1608 @scarlet789 @mbioooo0000 @icannotbelieveit @casperlynn23 @rtyuy1346 @maddy24207 @ari-hwanggg @jisuperboard @nougatjade @skzlover24 @velvetmoonlght @unintentionalbee @theeonlywanii @enhacolor @aria-again @millannniii @silentreadersthings @minhospuddin @sillyhal @darlingsoulbeautifulthoughts

#lee know fake texts

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angels-recs · 6 days ago

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ೀ⋆ BABY DADDY!JISUNG — ( texts 💬 )

── ✧ ˚. ꒰ 𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ han jisung x f!reader ˒˓ established relationship (?) 𝓰enre/𝓽ags. smau, angst + fluff, cursing, slightly suggestive language, jisung and y/n are not together anymore (but they’re still attempting to co-parent), jisung suffering from chronic down badism </3

[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — another very self indulgent smau bc i was in a mood for some dad!jisung content but also wanted angst bc i’m on my period and hate life rn 😹 i lowk wanna do a part 2 of this eventually idk lol

perm taglist: @justwonder113 @emilyywhyy @min-doesnt-know @alnex05 @velechi @leeknowslefteyebrow @kayleefriedchicken @jeonginsbaee @thelittletobsterthatcould @queenofdumbfuckery @met30rc1ty @geni-627 @amarecerasus @stayar1 @emma-your-goofy-girlfie @n4tr3ad5 @cowboylikemalika @obsessivemuso-withnofriends @skzfangirl143 @mmarusa @myfavoritedelusion @velvetskize @seungmyynie @n-inah @my-neurodivergent-world @yourgirljasmiin @xryusarax @natcap25 @bussdownflockiana @yvessntually @browniesandsunshine @jeonginslittledoll @beal-o @camryn-haitani @hansmic @rhys-cosmos @lilscast @crookedt44th @norabugz @sowntears @sleepisnotneeded2688 @mintchip17 @ilovetocas1 @jellycool @tirena1 @mariahxrrera @kjinwoon @wishiwascutersstuff @ljh-lana @furfoxsake22 (50/50)

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #skz x reader #stray kids smut #tbr #bang chan smut #skz #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines

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angels-recs · 6 days ago

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Lost In Translation (Pt. 2) - Lee Know

summary: your growing friendship brings happiness, but he's scared and pulls back

pairing: lee know x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

a/n: used google translate for the korean phases (please pardon any mistakes)

Part 1

Part 3 (coming soon)

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#skz fake texts #lee know fake texts

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angels-recs · 7 days ago

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bf jisung who constantly tells you to “loosen up” bc of how tight you are, like it’s your fault that he’s packing enough to break you in half. ( based off this ask. )

pairing: han jisung x f!reader genre/tags: smut, piv, unprotected s*x, creampie

you’re already panting before he even gets it all the way in.

“shit,” jisung groans, his forehead pressed to yours, damp strands of hair sticking to his temples. “why’re you always so tight, baby?”

your nails dig into his back, thighs trembling where they’re spread around his hips. his cock stretches you open inch by inch, every slow push pulling a desperate moan from your throat.

“‘s too big…” you gasp, exhaling a shaky breath, fingers gripping onto him for dear life. you’re fucking soaked. slippery, dripping, squelching— but even that doesn’t help the burn. “can’t- it won’t fit, ji…”

his lips curl, smug and breathless, one hand cupping the side of your face while the other braces by your head. “yeah?” he breathes, rocking in deeper. “then why’s your pussy sucking me in like this, huh? feels like you don’t wanna let go.”

you choke on a moan, arching into him. he’s right. it hurts, just a little, in that addicting kind of way. too full, too deep, your walls fluttering around him with every slow grind of his hips, and he’s not even all the way in yet.

he pulls back just enough to look at you, face flushed, lips parted, eyes watery. he loves seeing you like this. ruined already, just from his cock splitting you open.

“take it, princess,” he coos, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your throat. “you can take it, i know you can. been cryin’ it’s too much everytime and you still end up creamin’ all over me. such a good girl.”

“but it is- fuck,” you whine, clenching when he gives you another push. “jisung- please, i c-can’t”

“yes you can,” he growls, voice dropping as he bottoms out, hips flush to yours. “see that? all the way inside, baby. fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”

your body jerks, back arching sharply off the bed, a choked cry falling from your lips as he grinds in deeper. he doesn’t move yet. just stays there with his thick cock pulsing inside your overstretched walls, letting you feel all of him.

his hand trails down, thumb brushing your clit lazily. “too much, huh? too full?” he teased, “you love it. love bein’ stuffed full of me like this.”

you nod frantically, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming stretch. “don’t stop,” you beg, hips tilting, chasing friction. “want it, want all of it, even if it hurts, fuck—”

that’s all he needs.

he snaps his hips into you, slow at first, but each thrust punches the air from your lungs. it’s too much. too much yet still not enough.

“you’re gonna cum like this,” he pants, eyes glued to the way your tits bounce with every stroke. “all full and pretty, takin’ my cock like you were made for it.”

your mouth falls open in a silent moan, fingernails clawing at his arms as the pressure builds.

“say it,” he whispers against your lips, thrusts getting faster, rougher, sloppier. “say how good it feels. say you love it when i ruin your tight little pussy.”

“i love it,” you whimper, internally struggling to speak. “love it- jisung, please, i’m gonna—”

his lips crash into yours as your body spasms beneath him, cunt clenching hard around his thickness as you fall apart. he fucks you through it, deep and relentless, groaning curses into your mouth as your slick makes everything messier, wetter, louder.

“fuck, baby,” he grunts, losing rhythm, hips stuttering. “gonna cum- where d’you want it, huh? inside? wan’ me to fill you up even more?”

you nod desperately, already shaking from the aftershocks. “yes ji, mm’nside, please, wanna feel you- need it so bad,”

and he gives it to you. cock buried deep, twitching as hot spurts of cum fill you, leaking out almost immediately with how tight you’re still gripping him.

he doesn’t pull out right away, just collapses on top of you, kissing all over your face in between heavy breaths.

“you took it so well,” he murmurs, sounding raspier now. “too big my ass. you love how i stretch you out.”

you hide your face in his neck, too fucked-out to argue.

he chuckles, brushing his fingers down your thigh.

“round two?” he grins. “gonna make it fit again.”

#skz smut #skz x reader #han jisung smut #stray kids smut #han jisung x reader #skz scenarios #skz imagines #han x reader #han smut #skz hard thoughts #han jisung imagines #han jisung scenarios

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angels-recs · 7 days ago

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New dick trick (smau + fic)

Bf!Chan x F!Reader

A/N: I’ve always wanted to do skz smau AND I’M FINALLY DOING IT! YAYY! also, pretty sure this can be read as gn!reader, but i’ve envisioned it to be f but you take it as however <3 enjoy!

MDNI

Later that evening, he comes home on high alert. Slowly enters the house. Eyes dart left, right, centre. No sign of you. His body shakes, not exactly excited about your new idea for sex. He doesn’t want to be hospitalised again because of your experiments.

His hand goes to protect his crotch as if you could pop up at any time as he walks over to the kitchen.

He sighs under your absence, figuring you’re asleep or just resting upstairs. And he let his guard down.

His hands shoot up to tie his hair.

Pants unguarded.

Behind him, you reach out and pull his trousers and boxers down which has him jolting and stumbling away from you. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

He pins you to the wall, holding your wrists above your head.

“Y/N, babe- calm- no- NO!” He yells as your foot comes up to try and de-trousers him. He runs off into the bedroom, locking himself inside.

“Come, Channie! Just one blowjob! With sour strips! It’s going to be safe! Please! Pleaaaaaase!!”

“Last time you took advice from the Internet, you—”

“I didn’t know vicks would burn your balls!”

“Y/N!” He yells. He opens the door and lets you in, though not without restraining you with his digits wrapping around your wrists and pushing you to the bed. He flops on top of you and hilds you down.

“No, darling. I need more time to mentally recover from that…incident.”

You pout.

“I still think about it…and when I do, I can feel the lingering phantom of stinging ballsack. Please, just- no. Honey, I’d let you do since it’s swee—” His voice trails off as he sees that smug grin on your face slowly form.

“Fuuck.” He realises he just gave another idea for you to experiment on. And this time?

He indulges. It’s only honey, what could possibly go wrong?

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#stray kids #bang chan x reader #stray kids smut #skz x reader #skz #stray kids x reader #bang chan smut #stray kids imagines #tbr #bang chan

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angels-recs · 8 days ago

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Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who...

my main list

Masterlist stray kids

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who used to sneak you into the dorm pretending you were staff just to spend the night with you.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who danced all sexy just to see your bratty smirk while you bit your lip.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who drove you to practice with one hand on your thigh the whole ride.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who called you “my favorite chaos.”

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who left bite marks on your neck before award shows just to mark his territory.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who whispered “this is ours only” every time he kissed you backstage.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who sent you sweaty post-show videos saying he wanted you in the front row, not on TV.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who remembered your comeback dates and posted secret emojis like he was cheering for you in code.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who lost his mind when male idols got too close to you backstage.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who wrote songs about you but claimed they were just "general lyrics.”

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who cried alone in the van after your fights, hiding it from the managers.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who loved filming you while you slept and narrating like it was a nature documentary.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who asked for nudes at 2am and replied with videos moaning your name.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who slept in your hoodie and pretended it still smelled like you.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who still called you “baby” even when he was pissed off.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who made sure to kiss every inch of your skin whenever you snuck around to hook up again.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who drunk-called you at night just to say he still loves you.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who called you “my muse” when no one was listening.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who grabbed you by the back of your neck when the kissing got heated.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who still keeps the little note you once left in his pants pocket.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who looked at you from the stage like you were the only one in the crowd.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who wrote your name in tiny letters in the corners of his choreography notes.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who moaned in your ear when you rode him, whispering “I missed you so much.”

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who laughed way too hard at your dumb jokes and said you cured his stress.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who fell asleep on FaceTime with you until the battery died.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who made the cutest pouty face when he wanted sex but was too shy to say it.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who would get jealous watching your sexy fancams and shut off his phone mid-rage.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who still stalks your Twitter at night and smiles at memes he knows you'd tag him in.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who told you “no one will ever love you like I do”—and you kinda knew he was right.

Ex-boyfriend!Hyunjin who never truly got over you, he just got better at pretending he did.

#skz x reader #skz x you #skz x y/n #hyunjin headcanons #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you #hyunjin #smut headcanons #stray kids imagine #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfic

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angels-recs · 8 days ago

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instagram stories with bf changbin

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

#stray kids fake texts #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids #stray kids changbin #seo changbin #changbin

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angels-recs · 9 days ago

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what you are | jackson wang

pairing: jackson wang x f!reader warnings: smut, friends to lovers, oral, fingering, choking, public, lots of teasing, brief vaping, fluff, that should be all sorry if i missed anything note: so i'm branching out a little bit lmao i've been working on this one for a minute, and it's way longer than i intended, so i'm sorry. if you guys enjoy this, i'm open to writing more about him. more seunghyun stuff coming soon + some sg characters as well, so stay tuned. thanks for reading! i hope you enjoy! masterlist | fic recs: @grimmrecs

You and Jackson are just friends, but it was two weeks ago that he kissed you for the first time. Sitting on the sofa in his hotel room watching a movie you’d both seen before, the kisses formed out of boredom and curiosity, neither of you sure who really started it. The next day, when you were exploring the venue where he was set to perform, you stole another moment together, your back pressed against a wall while his hands grasped your hips, keeping you still while he kissed you.

Each day is more of the same: stolen moments before it returns to business as usual. Your emotions are scattered, unsure if you’re interested in these intimate moments because of Jackson or because of the loneliness you feel from being on the road. Either way, you don’t ask questions, don't ask for more than what he initiated, and enjoy the experience.

In this packed club in Shanghai, however, you need more. You’ve watched him bouncing from group to group all night, chatting with everyone in his path, having a few drinks and vaping. He keeps his sunglasses on, something that should be ridiculous in the dark red lighting of the club, but your growing desire towards him feels differently. He’d stopped to talk to you a few times in the night, but it hasn’t been enough; you need to get him alone.

Slipping your phone from your pocket, you send him a text, asking him to please meet you in the hallway outside of this room, and you watch him from your position near the door. He’s speaking with a friend, locked into the conversation and giving his full attention to the other man, something that is normally endearing but today proves frustrating.

After a moment, he checks his phone, nodding his head to the music. He spares a glance around the room, searching for you, but quickly taps the screen of his phone, hopefully sending a text back. When he puts his phone into his pocket again, returning to the conversation with the other man, you feel your phone buzz in your grasp, so you check your texts.

You need to be kissed that bad that you’re begging me?

The teasing tone of the text makes your eyes water, and your insides clench; he’s never teased you in this way before. Apart from playful ribbing between friends, your conversations have never strayed too far into a category that felt like flirting, so you’re excited, albeit nervous to give it a try. You’re prepared to send a reply when you glance back towards him, only to find him making his way through the crowd towards you. With a giddy grin, you duck out of the door, into the empty hallway, taking several steps to the far end of the hall for privacy.

When Jackson finally exits the room, he glances around the hallway to find you waiting in the dimly lit corner for him, your grin still plastered on your lips. He stalks towards you slowly, his sunglasses still covering his eyes until he’s right before you, when he instead slips them on top of his head.

“I didn’t take you to be so needy,” he quips, closing in on you. He guides you to press your back against the wall, his hands finding a place to rest on your hips.

“You seemed pretty eager to follow me out here,” you tease back, trying to match his new, flirty way of conversing. You catch a glimpse of the grin on his lips as he finally kisses you, one of his arms slipping around your waist to pull your hips against his.

The sounds of the nearby party thump heavily through the hallway, reverberating off of the walls and through your bodies, making it hard to tell if you’re trembling of your own volition or not. As you kiss Jackson, your hands find their way to his shoulders, one grasping the material of his shirt while the other slips up the back of his neck to rest at the back of his head. Your fingers gently toy with his hair, and you can’t help but notice the small hitch in his breath when you pull ever-so slightly on the short strands.

Jackson’s mouth leaves a trail of kisses from your mouth down your jaw, working down your throat. The kisses are tender in a way that makes you ache for something more – something that you haven’t mentioned to Jackson yet. The idea has not been present for long, at least not with him, but you’d be lying if you said you haven’t daydreamed about what it would feel like to trust someone so much that you ask them to choke you. When Jackson’s teeth come into contact with your throat, a soft, almost non-existent scrape over your skin before he returns to your lips, you can’t help yourself – the words spill out.

“Choke me,” you whisper against his lips, and he freezes. You knew it was a gamble, but you rolled the dice anyway, and now Jackson lifts his head so he can look you in the eyes with concern.

“That’s—you…are you serious?” He stumbles over his words, and you silently curse yourself, a pang of regret in your chest. You let out a breath and turn your head from him, but he softly grasps your chin to pull you back, his eyes searching yours. “You don’t have to look away,” he says. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“If you’re uncomfortable with it—”

“I’m not uncomfortable,” Jackson cuts you off, shaking his head. “Nothing like that, so please don’t be embarrassed. I’ve never done that before, you know…never choked anyone.”

“We don’t have to then.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Jackson—”

“Hey,” he cuts you off, his voice soft but stern. “Do you really want me to choke you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” he nods. “Then I'll do it for you.”

“Do you want to do it?”

“Mmm,” he hums, resting his hand on your throat and rubbing his thumb across your skin, a faint smirk on his lips when he feels you swallow hard. “I want to try…it was sexy, the way you sounded when you asked; like you need it. Ask me again.”

“Choke me, Jackson.”

Without needing more encouragement, Jackson curls his fingers around your throat, keeping his eyes focused on your face for any sign of discomfort. You drop your hands to your sides, your fingers toying with the hem of your skirt to calm your excitement. Your breath trembles in anticipation, which Jackson notices, but you give a quick nod of your head to let him know to continue.

Jackson keeps his other arm locked around your waist to keep you close to him, as if he’s too afraid to miss a reaction from you. His grip tightens on your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your lips part to let out a small whimper. The corner of Jackson’s mouth twitches into a smile, his hips pressing harder against you as his hand squeezes, just a little tighter.

“Does it feel good?” he asks sincerely, his eyes searching yours for the truth. Your lips part, and a small, forced inhale is the only thing you can release, so you nod your head instead. “I like the way you look right now,” he says. “Your eyes…”

“Jackson.” It comes out in a strangled whisper, and you grab his forearm with one hand, while your other hand grasps his, urging him to tighten his grip on you.

“More?” His voice is marked with some concern but the fire growing in his eyes tells a different story, so you not your head again, a faint smile on your lips.

This time, when his fingers tighten, it cuts your breathing off altogether, and your eyes slip closed, giving yourself over to him for the moment. With his body so close to yours, his slender fingers keeping a firm grip on your throat, your body begins to tremble, the sensations getting the better of you. The sounds of the club begin to fade until you can only hear Jackson’s voice as he gently speaks to you.

“Open your eyes,” he directs, and you oblige without question, your eyes fluttering open to find him desperately taking in every inch of your face. Your brows knit and your jaw goes slack, your grip on his forearm tightening, which Jackson takes as a sign that you’ve had enough. He hurries to release his hold on you, cupping your face and taking you in with concern. “Are you okay?” he asks, hurriedly, when you pull in a quick gasp of a breath.

“I’m good,” you rasp, swallowing hard when Jackson tips your head back to get a better look at your neck.

“Wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark,” he mutters.

“Too bad.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jackson chuckles, his brows raising in surprise. “Is that what you wanted?”

“You’re always so gentle,” you say. “I wouldn’t mind something a little–”

“Rough?” Jackson interrupts, tipping his head to the side to catch your gaze. “We’ve only been kissing; how would you like me to be rough with you?” His tone is inquisitive, but his eyes tell a different story; he’s enjoying the way you squirm under his gaze, though he would never admit it. “I can’t do it if you don’t tell me, baby,” he adds, hooking his hand under your chin to tip your head up. “I’d like to give you what you want.”

“What if I want you to touch me?” you ask, as you swipe your tongue across your lips to wet them, a movement that Jackson’s eyes lock onto. He moves one hand to press against the wall beside you, leaning his weight against it as he gets closer.

“Show me where.”

You grasp Jackson’s wrist, dragging his hand from your chin down your breasts and over your stomach, until you reach the waistband of your skirt, pausing to gauge his reaction. He nods, signifying that you can continue, before he gives a quick glance around to ensure you’re still alone. You both watch between your bodies, breath steady as you slide Jackson’s hand beneath your skirt.

“Right here?” Jackson asks, quietly, tilting his head to peer into your eyes just as his fingers touch your panties. “This is where you need me to touch you?”

Jackson speaks with a curiosity that intrigues you. He always finds a way to make his questions sound genuine and innocent; like he needs clarification. You wonder if he knows what he’s doing, the effect his demeanor has on you in these situations. Of course he does — he knows who he is.

“Yes,” you say, nodding your head slowly with your gaze aimed down, unable to make eye contact with him yet.

Jackson’s fingers gently stroke over your panties, only an explorative touch as if he’s feeling the dampness that’s soaked through.You’re sensitive already; you clenched your thighs together all night as you watched him mingle with anybody and everybody with a smoothness that is unmatched.

“Damn,” Jackson breathes out, nudging his head against yours in an attempt to get your attention. “I made you like this?” The innocence is heavy in his tone once again, as if he doesn’t believe he’s responsible for the state you’re in.

“Mhm,” you hum, tipping your head back against the wall. “You always make me like this.” The words leave your mouth in a hurry, and you want to take them back as soon as you say them. But Jackson’s expression doesn’t falter, he simply nods his head, his fingers still gently tracing over your panties. When he applies a little more pressure, you inhale sharply, glancing around to make sure no one can see. “Don’t you have a DJ set or something?” you mutter, your eyes slipping closed. “You’re going to start something you don’t have time to finish.”

Jackson’s hand stills and he narrows his eyes at you. For a moment, you wonder if you’ve upset him, but he grabs you by your forearm and yanks you along with him as he trudges down the hallway. He pulls you into a separate room, lined with floor to ceiling windows that overlook the park below, but before you have a moment to look around, Jackson spins you around to face him, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I always have time,” he mutters, swaying your body along with his as he backs you towards one of the deep lounge sofas. “It won’t be hard with you anyway. Your panties are already wet, and all I did was choke you.” You’re thankful for the low red lighting of the room to hide the flush of your skin, but you know Jackson well enough to tell that he can read it in your expression. “Relax,” he says, with a nod. “You don’t have to be embarrassed with me.”

When Jackson’s hand finds its way under your skirt again, he pushes your panties to the side so he can rub his fingers through your wetness. You whine softly, widening your stance to give him more access to you, which he gladly accepts by slipping his index finger into your entrance. A small gasp escapes your lips, and Jackson laughs quietly at the softness of the sound.

After a few shallow pumps of his finger, he retracts his hand and slips his finger into his mouth to clean it of the taste of you. He gives you a gentle smile when he catches the way your eyes stay trained on his lips. Stooping slightly, to reach both hands under your skirt, Jackson curls his fingers over the waistband of your panties, and you press one hand against his head to thread your fingers through his hair.

“Oh, is that what you want?” Jackson asks, lifting his gaze to meet yours, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. You bite your lip and nod your head, a look that’s just a little too needy spreading across your face. “You don’t have to pout,” he chuckles. “I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t give you what you want. Besides, that little taste of you has me hungry for more.”

He gives you a gentle kiss before he eases you onto the lounge behind you so you’re laying over the side with your head by the window. You rest onto your elbows, watching as he kneels on the ground in front of you, slipping his sunglasses from the top of his head to set them aside. When his hands gently ease your knees apart, you grab the hem of your skirt, pulling it up to let him see your panties.

“Baby,” he says with a small laugh as he studies you.

He gently brushes his knuckles against your panties, watching the way you shift your hips in response. When he slips his finger past the side of your panties gathering some of your slick onto his fingers, you try to press your hips against his hand, but he pulls back before you can. He extends his hand to you with an expectant look on his face, and you waste no time taking his finger into your mouth to taste yourself.

“Good girl,” he mumbles, pulling his hand back once he’s satisfied. He stands again and for a moment, you’re worried he’s going to leave, but he leans over you, pressing one hand to the back of the sofa to support his weight. “Lay back,” he instructs, nodding his head towards you. Once you oblige, he takes your hands and brings them above your head, holding your wrists together as he looks back into your eyes. “Keep your hands here,” he commands. “You can’t look at me, you can’t touch me.”

“This is starting to sound like I’m being punished,” you mutter, and Jackson laughs.

“No, I just want you to focus on how it feels,” he explains. “This is about you and what you want.”

“But what if I want to touch you?”

“Trust me. Now relax.”

Jackson releases his hold on your wrists and you keep them still as instructed. He gives you another quick kiss before ducking out of view, presumably back to his knees. When he pushes your skirt up your waist and begins to pull your panties down, you raise your hips, allowing him to tug the clothing down your legs. Once he slips them over your feet, you can only hear some rustling for a moment before his hands are on you again, gently rubbing his hands over your legs. The sensation of Jackson’s smooth, slender fingers stroking along your inner thighs sets goosebumps across your skin, and you struggle not to look at him.

“Are you going to be loud for me?” he asks, his thumb rubbing along your folds, so softly, it tickles, so you jerk your hips. “Oh, you’re just telling me all of your secrets tonight, aren’t you?” He repeats the featherlike stroke of his thumb, and you move your hands to grab him until you remember what you were told.

“It tickles,” you whine.

“And you like it,” Jackson teases. “You should see the way you’re dripping.” He teases you with his thumb one more time, and you clench around nothing, which you’re certain he notices. You let out an irritated whimper, your thighs pulling together, but Jackson pushes them apart again. “I’ll stop,” he assures, leaving a small kiss on your inner thigh. “But I will remember that.” This time, when his thumb slides through your wetness, he applies more pressure when he reaches your clit, starting to rub gently. “You didn’t answer my question,” he mutters. “Are you going to get loud for me?”

“If you’d stop teasing, and just eat my pussy already, you’ll find out.”

“Okay,” he laughs, his thumb gives a few more lazy, circular rubs of your clit. “I never expected you to be desperate, but I really like it.” Jackson traces his index finger through your fold, before sinking it inside of you as deep as he can. You respond with a small sigh, your eyes slipping closed.

“Fuck,” you breathe out slowly, but punctuate it with a sharp gasp as Jackson’s tongue suddenly circles your clit. “Oh, shit,” you mutter, your hands trembling with the desire to touch Jackson in some way, but instead you clench your fingers into a fist, keeping them above your head as you were told.

“Anybody could walk in right now, you know that, right?” Jackson mumbles against you, slowly pumping his finger into you. “All spread open like this…you don’t care, do you?”

“No, I don’t,” you shake your head, your eyes slowly opening to stare at the ceiling above you. “I just need you.”

Jackson presses his mouth to your clit again, at first a kiss but quickly switches to using his tongue. He gives shallow pumps of his fingers along the flicks of his tongue, mouth open judging from the breaths he releases against you. When he gives a twist of his finger, pushing in just a little deeper, he closes his mouth around your clit, giving a few slow, deliberate sucks that are enough to make you moan his name.

“Mmm,” he hums against you, releasing your clit from his mouth. “That was pretty. Let’s see what other sounds you can make, hm?”

Jackson pulls his hand back momentarily only to slide his two fingers into you now. Your body lurches at the sudden intrusion, and you let out a moan, followed by a few muttered curses. Jackson chuckles quietly, thrusting his index and middle fingers into you a little faster, the thumb of his other hand rubbing your clit. Even with the steady pumps of Jackson’s fingers, you feel like you need something else, so you wiggle your hips impatiently.

“I should have known someone who likes to get choked would need something different,” he mutters, leaving a small bite on your inner thigh. “I’ll have to teach you about patience when it comes to pleasure. You shouldn’t rush these things.”

“I said I wanted to know what it was like for you to be rough,” you mutter. “If I cared about patience, we’d still be kissing in the hallway.”

“I love this side of you,” Jackson laughs, thrusting his fingers hard enough to yelp from you and an arch in your back. “I did tell you I’ll give you what you want…”

“If you make me come, I’ll suck your cock,” you say, covering your face with your hands as the slow pace Jackson teases you with begins to feel unbearable.

“And if I make you come twice?”

“I’ll let you fuck me right here,” you answer. “Anything. I don’t care. Please, Jackson, this is fucking killing me. Please let me come.”

“You’re so sexy when you beg, baby,” he laughs, grabbing one of your legs to hoist over his shoulder to get close enough to your core that you can feel his breath. “If you wanted to come, all you had to do was ask. I’m not a monster, you know.”

Before you can come up with a clever retort, Jackson latches his mouth onto your clit sucking harder and faster than before, the thrusts of his fingers speeding up to a steady pace. You groan against your hands, draping your other leg over the back of the sofa to give Jackson even more space to work. He hums in response, as if to thank you, but it sends vibrations through your clit to make you moan out his name once again. With a laugh, Jackson opens his mouth so he can use his tongue again, pressing hard and swirling around.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” you groan, not bothering with the volume of your voice, getting loud like Jackson asked. He hums again, focusing the tip of his tongue against your clit with quick flicks that make your legs shake. “Do that again,” you beg. “Please, that felt fucking incredible.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jackson asks, slowing the motion of his fingers. “Does it tickle?” He teases your clit with his tongue again, softer than before, mimicking the featherlike stroke of his thumb from earlier.

“Please,” you groan, pressing your hands against the window for leverage to press yourself closer to Jackson’s mouth. “Don’t slow down, Jackson; I can’t take the teasing. Please.” Jackson stills the motion of his hands entirely when he realizes that you’re doing most of the work. You moan loudly, half in frustration and half in pleasure.

“You’re fucking yourself on my fingers,” he mumbles. “Are you gonna get yourself off like this?”

“No,” you whine in annoyance.

“Then, let me focus.”

You still your movements and wait a moment for Jackson to continue. When he reaches around your thigh on his shoulder so he can press his forearm across your hips, you clench around his fingers. You’re certain Jackson is grinning at the reaction, but you don’t care: you need to get off. Once he has your hips pinned down against the sofa, his mouth latches onto your clit again, sucking harshly now as his fingers slowly resume their pace.

Over your heavy breaths and whines of pleasure, you can hear Jackson breathing hard against you, feel his breath on your skin. His fingers thrust into you so quickly now, bringing your climax into sight, that you try to move your hips against his motions to speed him up, but he presses his forearm harder against you to still your motions.

Even with the speed that Jackson is showing and your climax approaching, everything seems to slow, the pressure building inside of you thrumming through your chest. You drag your hands down your neck and over your breasts, slipping one underneath your shirt and bra, while the other rests on your throat. Your eyes slip closed, moans of Jackson’s name mixed with slurred words of praise fall from your lips, your brain nearly in a trance from the sensations.

You pinch your nipple, your hand on your throat gripping softly as if you wanted to recreate the way Jackson’s hand felt when he only just touched you. When he moans against you, the first instinct you have is to lift your head and look down at him, finding him staring up at you while he continues his torture.

“Shit,” you gasp, a pang of excitement flashing through your chest after being caught breaking Jackson’s rules. You drop your head back and close your eyes again, the sight of his eyes of Jackson’s head between your thighs enough to catapult you towards your climax. “I’m gonna–oh, fuck, Jackson,” you moan loudly. “I’m so–”

Jackson doesn’t speed up the motion of his fingers but his tongue resumes the quick flicks that you begged him for earlier. Your legs shake, your back arching off of the sofa as the sensation finally envelops you, crashing over the edge into your climax. Your hand presses to the back of Jackson’s head on instinct, your fingers tightening in his hair to keep him still as you grind against his face to help you through your orgasm. He groans against you, his fingers thrusting faster while the motions of his tongue falter only slightly, he pushes you all the way through your orgasm until your thighs start to close around him.

“Fuck, gimme a second,” you plead, breathless, trying to wiggle away from Jackson.

Though he relents, he’s quickly on his feet, straddling one of your legs and pressing his hands against the sofa to box you in between his arms. You peer up at him, eyes wide, heart pounding in anticipation and the residual effects of your orgasm. Jackson stares back at you, face wet with your slick, and his lips parted to let out small panting breaths.

“You don’t like to listen, do you?” he asks, quietly. His tone is steady, and surprisingly calm, not matching his words – curious again. “I told you not to touch or to look,” he continues. “You just had to lay back and feel it. And now…I’m fucking hard because you were touching yourself, and pulling my hair…and looking down at me with those fucking eyes.”

You lift your leg that’s between his thighs, pressing your thigh against his crotch just a bit – not your first risky move of the night, but Jackson’s reaction to this one is even better than the last. His eyes slip closed and he lets out a shaky breath, his hips shifting enough to press himself harder against your leg.

“You didn’t want me to get you hard?” you ask, innocently. “I told you I’d give you head if you let me come.” Jackson’s eyes flutter open, finding yours once again; a small grin spreads across his lips.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Jackson grabs your arms and pins them above your head with one hand, bringing his other hand between your thighs once again. Keeping his eyes on your face, he drags his middle and ring fingers through your slickless a few times before he slips them inside of you, curling them upwards as he settles in.

“Oh, fuck,” you groan, weakly, watching the grin on his face turn mischievous.

“You wanted to come twice, right?” he asks, calmly, his thumb circling your clit while his fingers stay still inside of you. “You’ve already dripped all over this sofa. What would it matter if it was a little wetter?”

Jackson gives a few slow, steady pumps of his fingers, watching the small changes in your expression as you struggle to maintain your composure. When you prepare to tell him you won’t last long, you stop short by Jackson quickly speeding up the thrusts of his fingers. Your words turn into moan after moan, mixing with the sloppy sound of Jackson’s fingers reaching a speed he hadn’t shown you yet.

“If you want to do this again,” he begins, his voice low. “I’m going to take my time with you, and you’re going to be patient for me, aren’t you?””

“Yes, yes, yes, I will!” you whine, instinctively trying to pull your arms free from his grasp, but he holds them even tighter.

“You’re going to listen to what I tell you?”

“Yes, Jackson!”

“You’re going to be a good girl?”

“Yes!”

“I think you’re lying,” Jackson says, his fingers moving with more force, hitting just the right spot within you that makes your legs quiver and your words leave you. “I think it turns you on to be a brat, and you’ve been looking for someone to teach you how to be a good girl.”

“I’m–I don’t–” Your words begin to jumble, your body trembling and your eyes slipping closed as your second climax begins to grow closer.

“Are you gonna come again? Is it always so easy with you?”

Jackson returns to his nonchalant, innocent tone, and combined with the way his fingers are working you, your climax hits you hard. You moan loud enough for it to echo in the quiet room, winding your hips against Jackson’s hands as your legs tremble. He fingers you straight through, still just as hard and fast, making sure he works every last drop out of you, not stopping until your legs twist and pull together around his hand.

“Good girl,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you. He slips his fingers from inside of you, muffling your whine with his mouth, but he breaks away with a small laugh. He releases his grip on your arms, dropping to lay on his side beside you. “Was that more like what you needed from me?” he asks, curiously, slipping his fingers into his mouth to clean them off.

“I don’t think it’s felt that good for me…maybe ever,” you say, your voice trembling. Jackson laughs, wiping his mouth on the inside of his shirt before leaning back towards you and cupping your jaw to pull you in for another kiss. You shift your position so that you’re on your side now, not breaking the kiss as you reach between your bodies to rub him through his pants. “Hey,” Jackson inhales sharply, breaking the kiss. “Don’t worry about that.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous; I want to.”

“I’m sure you do,” he smiles. “And I really want it too. Tonight was about you. We’ve got plenty of time for me.” He pauses for a moment, looking between your bodies as he tries to straighten out your skirt. When he looks at you again, and finds your eyes already on him and a smile on your face, he chuckles shyly. “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable,” he explains. “In case someone walks in.”

“I think they’ll know what happened anyway,” you reply, softly, just as Jackson steals a quick kiss. “I think you should be getting back to the party. I’m sure everyone is wondering where you ran off to.”

“I don’t care about that,” he says, as if it was obvious. “I’m here with you.” You lean towards him ducking your head to press against his chest so you can breathe in his cologne. “I should help you get cleaned up, though,” he mumbles, rubbing his hand along your bicep. “We can come back here and hang out afterwards, if you want. I like the view.”

“Yeah, you can see the whole city from up here,” you mumble.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“And people think there’s no way you’re this charming,” you quip, tipping your head back to look at him once again. “That was a smooth line.”

“I always save the best ones for you.”

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