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pussy drunk!bang chan

pussy drunk!chan who is absolutely addicted to you. the moment he gets a taste, it’s over for him. he would start all slow and controlled, wanting to savor your reactions. but the second you moan his name or tug at his curls, his self control shatter.

he’s sloppy with it, getting so into it, he doesn’t care about how messy he gets. lips and chin completely covered but he loves it. he practically drowns himself between your thighs, gripping them so tightly as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

he gets lost in you, moaning against your skin, eyes fluttering shut. when eventually pulls away for air, his voice is breathless, pupils blown wide. “You taste so fucking good, baby” he groans before diving back in like he’s starved.

he’s always talking between kisses, between long strokes of his tongue. whispering how much he loves this, how good you are for him, how he never wants to stops. when you pull his hair or grind against his face—his nose rubbing hard your clit—he whimpers, low and desperate like he’s the one being ruined.

if you try to push him away when it gets too much, he won’t budge. his arms will lock around your thighs, keeping you there as he murmurs “Just one more, baby…. just one more for me.” but it’s never just one more. once isn’t enough. twice isn’t enough. he could spend the entire night between your thighs and still wants more. he’ll kiss his way back up your body, his lips swollen and voice husky and plead, “again?”

he gets smug when your legs start to shake. he open his eyes briefly to watch as you grab at the sheets, his shoulders, your pillow, at anything you can. he loves watching you fall apart for him, because of him. “That’s it, let me hear you.”

and there’s no way he isn’t turned on while doing this. he gets hard from just eating you out. if he has you on your back, he’s grinding into the mattress, into the sheets. if he’s got you sitting on his face, he’s rutting up into nothing, only feeling the slight shift of his sweatpants when his hips thrust upwards. sometimes, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until he gets embarrassingly close.

If you ever just grab his hair and hold him there, he’s a goner. his moans get louder. vibrating against your folds. I’m a firm believer in Chan being a pleasure dom. he loves making you feel good, that includes you using him for your pleasure.

I’m also a firm believer in Chan having a praise kink. I feel like he’d rather be praised than degraded. the second you call him good—your good boy, good baby—he loses it. gripping your thighs even harder, pulling you closer and working his tongue even faster to make you come undone. He lives for your praise, and he’ll do anything to earn it.

once he’s finally had enough, he’s pressing soft kissing into your thighs, rubbing soothing circles into your skin as you slow your breathing. he’d be so gentle afterwards, holding you close and whispering how perfect you are, how much he loves you. and if you let him, he’s falling asleep with his head still inbetween your thighs, completely spent but happy.

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lol. THIS SHI FIRE

⍣ ೋ cw: explicit sexual content, masturbation, edging, whiny sub!nerd Felix, post-orgasm overstim, felix is kind of a creep and he knows it.

notes: (queued post) anon request felix solo smut i hope this is what you wanted 😭😭

His room is dim—just the glow of his laptop screen and the faint hum of his desk fan filling the silence. Felix sits on the edge of his bed, boxers already shoved down to his thighs, cock flushed and twitching in his hand.

He’s pathetic. He knows it. But he can’t stop.

Not when your bikini pic has been burned into his brain since the second you posted it. Not when he’s zooming in on your sun-kissed skin, your thighs, the little glossed pout of your lips like you know what you’re doing to him.

You probably don’t even remember leaving your lip gloss behind after class. Tossed in your rush, left half-open on the desk. But Felix remembers. He saw it. Picked it up before anyone else could.

He’s been keeping it in his drawer ever since. He shouldn’t have. He knows he shouldn’t have. But it smells like you. Strawberries and heat and something sweeter, something you.

And now it’s in his hand. Cap already twisted off. His cock leaks against his fist as he looks from the tiny tube to your photo on his screen. You're smiling—eyes soft, skin glowing—and he groans.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty…” he whispers, voice shaky.

His hand works slow at first, jerking his cock with a rhythm that’s way too familiar, too practiced. He’s done this so many times. Over so many pictures. So many versions of you in his head.

But this one’s different.

Maybe because the bikini shows a little more. Maybe because you liked one of his photos last week and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since.

Or maybe because he’s holding your lip gloss like it’s some kind of relic. Holy. Forbidden.

He pants harder, hips twitching, and his breath catches as he lifts the gloss—just a little smear on his fingertip. Just enough.

Then he’s rubbing it right on the head of his cock, gasping at how slick it is, how good it smells, how fucking wrong it feels.

But god, it’s the closest thing to your lips he’ll ever get.

He moans—sharp and broken—hips bucking as the gloss coats him, thick and shiny, like you kissed him there. Like you licked him. Like you sucked him off with that same pretty mouth and looked up at him all wide-eyed and innocent like you didn’t even know you’d ruin him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” he chokes out, fingers flying now, messily dragging more gloss over the length of him. “Gonna come, baby, fuck, please…”

But he doesn’t.

Not yet.

He gets close—so close—hips stuttering, thighs tensed, his whole body begging for it…

And then he pulls his hand away.

“Fuck—” he whines, voice high and cracked, head falling back against the wall. His cock jumps helplessly, drooling onto his stomach like it’s crying for him. “I-I was gonna—fuck—I was right there…”

He blinks up at the ceiling, dazed, sweaty, lip trembling. His free hand fists the sheets while the other hovers midair like he’s scared to touch himself again. Like if he does, he’ll unravel too fast.

But he wants it to hurt. He wants to suffer for it.

It’s what he deserves, right? For being such a fucking creep—jerking off to your Instagram, sniffing your lip gloss, pretending your mouth is on his dick.

He lets his hand fall again, slow strokes, feather-light. Barely any pressure. Just enough to keep him gasping. Teasing himself like you would. In his head, it’s your hand. You’re the one edging him. Sitting pretty in his lap, pouty and sweet while you ruin him on purpose.

He groans, dragging his fist down again, wrist sticky with gloss and precum. His legs spread wider, thighs trembling.

“‘M such a loser,” he whispers. “You’d never—fuck, you’d never touch me…”

But he imagines you would.

He pictures you smirking, dragging your glossed lips over the tip of his cock just to watch him squirm. Maybe you’d coo at how hard he is. Maybe you’d slap it. Maybe you’d tell him he can’t come yet.

“Please…” he chokes, voice barely there now. “Please let me… just wanna come—wanna come so bad…”

He strokes faster, sloppy now. Hips off the bed. The gloss is half gone, smeared down his shaft, slick and shimmering like lube. He can feel how close he is—his balls pulled tight, abs flexing with every twitch.

And then—on instinct—he grabs the gloss tube again.

Twists the cap one-handed.

Smears the rest of it right over his flushed, leaking tip—pressing hard, dragging it down like he’s painting your kiss on him.

And he breaks.

“ffff—fuckfuckfuck—fu-ck—!”

It spills out of him like it’s been caged for hours. Like he’s been holding it back all week, saving it for this exact moment—saving it for you.

His hips shoot up once, twice, stuttering helplessly through the orgasm as thick ropes of cum spill over his fingers, down his wrist, soaking the waistband of his boxers. It’s so much. Too much.

And he’s loud about it, too. Whimpering. Sniffling. Shaking.

He grabs the nearest pillow and shoves it over his face, burying the noise. But it doesn’t help.

His thighs twitch. His toes curl. He’s still leaking, oversensitive and flushed and humiliated by how hard he came. How quick. How he ruined himself to the idea of your mouth, your lip gloss, your bikini picture on Instagram that probably wasn’t even meant for him.

He turns his face to the side, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes now. Guilt mixing with the pleasure, the crash, the ache in his chest.

“‘M such a loser…” he whimpers again, barely audible. “So fucking gross—fuck…”

His voice is wrecked. Throat raw, lips parted and swollen from biting down on them too hard. His heart won’t slow down. His stomach’s sticky. His cock’s still leaking, twitching in the air like it doesn’t get that it’s over.

But his brain—his brain is worse.

Because in the haze of it, you’re still there. Hovering behind his eyes. Not a bikini pic anymore—no, you, in real time, sitting on his lap with your glossed mouth parted and your voice all syrupy and cruel.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” you’d murmur, smiling down at him like he’s nothing. “Touching yourself with my lip gloss like a desperate little perv.”

He whines again into the pillow, hips jerking like he might get hard all over just from that thought alone.

You’d laugh at him. You’d straddle him and not let him inside. You’d slap his hands away every time he begged to come and ride his thigh until he was nearly in tears.

He grinds helplessly into the mattress at the thought, sensitive cock brushing the sheets. It makes him gasp, toes curling.

He’s gonna do it again. He knows he is.

He’ll come again tonight. Probably twice.

He’ll stare at your bikini pic until he’s hard again. He’ll sniff the empty gloss tube like it’s laced with something. He’ll rut against the pillow and pretend it’s your cunt.

Because he’s a loser. Because you’d never touch him. Because this is the closest he’ll ever get.

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"𝓨𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙈𝙮 𝘼𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙄𝙩"

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

Pairings: dom!jeongin x sub!fem!reader

Summary: your boyfriend was on his phone but you were being needy but he ended up needing you..

Warnings: multiple positions, sub and dom roles, unprotected sex, rough sex, choking, swearing, overstimulation, minors gtfo.

nina's notes: this was hella fun to write, but if you want more or any suggestions lemme know enjoy. -nina <3

Word Count: 1.7k

You had just walked out of the bathroom from a steamy shower your hair still a little wet but dry enough to sleep on it.

Jeong-in was on TikTok scrolling not even noticing you had just came out of yall's bathroom, -"Jeongin" you call lightly and he looked back and said -"hey baby" then looked back at his phone.

you scoffed lightly, and just walked over to the bed, once you got in you snatched his phone and said -"can you talk to me please".

He replied with -"yeah if you give me my damn phone back" you knew that he had nothing to hide but it was like he was keeping you from seeing something which never happened before. But you gave it back and he stopped looking at his phone for a little while.

"What do you need baby" he said, -"i just want to", until you stopped -"why'd you stop" "no reason" you replied with and at that he pulled you closer with one arm and got back on his phone.

you were shook by the sudden movement, He randomly looked up at you and said -"have you figured out what to say yet?" "no" you replied crossing you arms like you were mad, but little did you know he could read right thru you and he already knew what you wanted. its like he was reading you mind watching your facial expresion's carefully.

you pretty much soaked your pantie's with how wet you were, then you acted on your want for him and took his phone again but this time you took it and put is in you safe that he still dosen't know the code to, he looked at you with that glare In his eyes the look that made you know you messed up but it was also lustful needy

he got up and walked up to you, choked you softly but just enough to scare you he said -"You Got My attention Now so take It" you nodded lightly, -"tell me what you want princess let me know" he said and that was enough to make you drop to you knees and you did -"I want you Jeong-in I need you". -"Next time just tell me" then he pick you up and laid you on the bed, then he took of you panties, -"So wet your practically dripping" then his mouth is on you,

You barely have time to process before he licks a broad, desperate stripe up your slit, groaning so deep it vibrates against your skin. It’s not tentative. It’s not slow. It’s hungry—messy and uncoordinated, like he can’t pace himself, like the taste of you just wrecked him on the spot.

"Holy shit—" Your head slams back against the pillow, breath punching out of you. -"Jeong-in"

He doesn’t respond—doesn’t even slow down. He just moans into you, burying his face deeper, tongue flicking, lips sealing around your clit as he sucks with an obscene, wet sound.

He’s getting off on this.

You can feel it—the way he grinds into the mattress, rutting against it like he’s the one being touched, like eating you out is sending him to the fucking edge. His hands tighten on your thighs, fingers flexing like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel under him.

"God, you taste—" He cuts himself off with another groan, eyes fluttering shut as he laps at you, tongue dipping inside, drinking you in like he’s never going to get another chance. "So fucking good—so perfect—"

You gasp as his lips close around your clit again, sucking hard, the pressure making your entire body jolt. -"Jeongin—fuck, oh my god—"

He whimpers against you—actually whimpers—hips stuttering against the bed, getting himself off just from this, from the sounds you’re making, the way you’re trembling beneath him.

"Jeong-in— I’m—fuck, I’m gonna—"

"Do It... cum for me"

and you do, you shatter beneath him but Jeong-in —he doesn’t stop.

"Oh my god—"You jolt as his tongue keeps moving, dragging over your oversensitive clit, his lips sealing around it like he’s determined to wring every last drop from you'. "Jeog—fuck”

He moans against you messy and desperate wanting more "I-Cant-stop-shit-i don't want to stop". then you cum again from the overstimulation but it was blissful the pleasure coming over you in waves. now he's done.

you get on your knees in just a few seconds he's in you mouth. You started of with just the tip the slowly took more and more of him in until you almost gagged. -"careful baby" he said and he rapped his hands in you hair, keeping it out of your face, around 20 mins go by and you start moving faster and he gets harder and harder.

-"fuck-y/n-im gonna..."

Yes he came in your mouth and you liked it, when he was finished you swallowed and he whipped your lips, he the turns you onto you back

-"you ready for me?" he ask as you nod, He enter's without hesitation making you head roll back with every thrust you felt your self get closer and closer, -"JEONG-IN" you yelled his name, his reply he just started moving faster and faster feeling you clench around my made him get closer to his orgasm, Its nothing new to you that he last long for you and only you and this time y'all came together.

-"mm Jeong-in"

-" fuckk-I'm gonna cum"

It was like it was in unison you both let out a loud moan to the point of where his phone was vibrating in the safe. It was Chan checking on y'all...

he pulled out and immediately his cum and some of you arousal came out.

-"would you clean me up please" you said, he got on his knees and got up everything he could, then wiped you down gently with a damp towel. -"Better" he asked -"Yes thanks baby" you pulled him back down to you making out with him for little before getting up to give his phone.

-"next time read my mind" you said

-"oh I did believe me" he replied

Nina's Note's: Well I hoped y'all enjoyed this story If you want more just lemme know and I will happily write more. mb name mistake fixed . Mwah!! -xoxo nina

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Yall... IM NOT OKA RN. BRO I STARTED CRYING WHEN IT ENDED I NEED MORE, "give it to me Rachel" lol.

Needy Boy - H.H

Genre: smut

Pairings: sub!hyunjin x domish fem!reader

Summary: your boyfriend has been such a needy boy all day, hopefully you can help him with that

Warnings: multiple positions, sub and dom roles, unprotected sex, biting, hand holding, cockwarming, let me know if I missed anything!

Cosmos note: I asked one of my FAVORITE writers a couple of questions about what their favorite fic dynamics are, so here you go @hyunjincanraptoo! I wrote this for you I hope you like it, it's not long but enjoy <3

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It had started with a pout.

Not the fake, exaggerated kind Hyunjin sometimes gave you when he was playfully annoyed, but the soft one—the subtle downturn of his lips, the faint crinkle between his brows, and the quiet that lingered around him like static. You knew this one well. It meant something was off. Not wrong exactly, but unsettled. And when it came to Hyunjin, you didn’t have to ask. You just waited.

He spent the day trailing behind you like a gentle ghost, silent but ever-present. He’d tug at your sleeve for no reason, bump his shoulder into yours when you passed him in the hallway, nuzzle into your neck and then say nothing at all. Every time you looked at him, he looked away too quickly. Like he didn’t want you to see how much he needed you.

You didn’t push.

Instead, you waited until after dinner—after he’d taken a long, steamy shower and reappeared in your shared bedroom with damp hair clinging to his neck, skin warm and flushed in that post-shower glow. He wore one of his big black shirts and soft grey boxers, sleeves pushed to his elbows, his collar loose and slightly askew like he didn’t have the energy to fix it.

You were already curled up in bed with your back propped on pillows, a romance novel in one hand. He didn’t say a word. Just walked over and silently climbed into bed beside you, burying his face in your thigh and wrapping an arm around your waist like he was anchoring himself.

You closed your book.

“Hyune…” you whispered, threading your fingers through his still-damp hair. “You okay?”

His lips brushed your bare skin as he exhaled. “Mhm.”

“You’ve been quiet today.”

He didn’t move. Just squeezed your waist tighter and hummed again, like if he waited long enough, the words would untangle themselves.

You let your fingers trail down the nape of his neck, soft and slow. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

That’s when he shifted—lifted his head just enough to look up at you. His eyes were round and glassy, lashes still clumped from the shower. His lips were parted, expression raw and boyish, like he’d been holding this in all day.

“I just…” His voice cracked. “I missed you. I mean, I know we were together, but not like—together.”

Your heart melted.

“Missed me how?” you asked softly, stroking his cheek with the back of your fingers.

He hesitated, then pushed himself upright so he could face you more fully. His cheeks flushed deeper. “Like… your hands. Your voice. The way you take care of me when I can’t think. I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

You set your book aside and took his face in your hands. “It’s not stupid. That’s what I’m here for.”

He leaned into your palms, lashes fluttering shut.

“I just wanna be close,” he whispered. “Let you have me. However you want.”

Your thumb brushed over his pouty bottom lip. “Take your shirt off.”

He obeyed instantly, and you caught the way his breath stuttered as you sat up, kissing along the curve of his jaw, down his throat. You tasted the steam from his shower, the salt of his skin. He was already squirming under your touch.

“Lie down, baby.”

He did. Flat on his back, legs spread slightly, hair fanned across the pillows like spilled ink. You tugged his boxers down slowly, watching his cock spring free—already half-hard just from the tension, the build-up, the way your voice dipped when you called him baby.

You climbed over him, straddling his hips, and he whimpered at the contact. You hadn’t even touched him yet, and he was already trembling.

“I’m gonna take care of you now,” you murmured, letting your fingers ghost down his chest, your nails dragging lightly over his abs. “You’re gonna let me use you. Let me feel how good you can be.”

“Yes,” he whispered. “Please. I want it. I want all of it.”

You leaned down and kissed him—soft, slow, open-mouthed. His hands reached for you instinctively, but you caught his wrists and pinned them to the bed.

“Not yet.”

He moaned into your mouth, the vulnerability written into every line of his body.

You reached down, guided him to your entrance, and sank down slowly—inch by inch—until he was fully inside, your walls hugging him tight.

Hyunjin sobbed.

It wasn’t loud, but it was raw—his whole body trembling, his back arching off the bed, face flushed and mouth slack.

“Oh my god,” he gasped. “You’re so warm—I can’t—fuck, you feel—”

You started moving—grinding slow, shallow rolls that made your clit rub perfectly against him with each pass. His cock pulsed inside you, already leaking.

“Hands,” you whispered, releasing his wrists and intertwining your fingers.

He squeezed like he was drowning.

You rode him slow at first, dragging it out, watching every flicker of emotion cross his face: the awe, the desperation, the need. You clenched around him, and he whimpered. You leaned forward and kissed him again—then gasped when his teeth sunk gently into your shoulder.

You hissed at the sting. “Hyune—did you just—”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I couldn’t help it. You feel too good.”

“No, baby. Do it again. I want you to.”

He whimpered, bit down again—harder this time—right at the junction of your neck and shoulder, and you moaned through it, the pain and pleasure melting together.

You quickened your pace, hips snapping now, thighs clapping softly against his as you bounced on him. His eyes rolled back, his lips parted and kiss-swollen, hands gripping yours like a prayer.

“I’m gonna come,” he cried, “I can’t—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Give it to me. Fill me up, baby. I want it.”

He came with a loud, broken gasp, his whole body locking up under you, cock throbbing inside you as his cum spilled deep. His eyes fluttered, tears gathering at the corners, his breath shuddering with each pulse.

But you didn’t stop.

You slowed, yes, but kept moving—grinding through his orgasm, overstimulating him. His lips trembled.

“Too much,” he whimpered, “but it’s so good—I can’t stop—”

You leaned in, whispered against his ear. “Good. You’re not done yet.”

You lifted off him slowly, watched his cum leak down your thighs. Then you flipped over onto your hands and knees and looked back at him.

“Come here.”

He obeyed, dizzy and dazed, crawling toward you. He lined himself up, still achingly hard, and slid into you again from behind.

You both gasped.

He grabbed your hips instinctively, trying to be gentle, but the angle made it impossible not to go deeper.

“Fuck—fuck, you feel so good—I’m gonna come again—”

You threw a look over your shoulder. “Then do it. Come for me like this. Fill me up again.”

He did—biting down on your back this time, marking you as he came a second time, shaking and whimpering through it, moaning your name like a prayer.

When he finally collapsed, spent and panting, you pulled him close, still on your side, still connected.

“Don’t pull out,” you whispered. “Stay inside me.”

He nodded weakly, burying his face in your neck. His cock twitched again, still hard from how overstimulated he was, and you smiled against his hair.

You kissed his temple, then his cheek, then the fresh bite on your shoulder.

“You did so well,” you whispered. “Such a good boy. I love when you lose control like that.”

He whined softly, curling into you tighter, face flushed and damp with sweat. You brushed his hair off his forehead and peppered kisses down his jaw.

“Need anything?” you asked.

“Just this,” he whispered. “Just you. Please don’t move.”

“I won’t.”

Your hand slid down to cradle his lower back, holding him close, his cock still buried deep inside you. The warmth of his release coated your insides, soothing and full. He sighed into your skin, lips brushing your collarbone as his breathing slowed.

“I love you,” he mumbled, already half-asleep.

“I love you too.”

And you stayed like that—twined together, skin to skin, his cock still inside you, soft kisses and soft breaths until the world melted away and sleep claimed you both.

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uhmmmmmmmmmmmm

SKZ and the type of sex they give you + links - (maknae line)

cw: SMUT. MINORS DNI !! seungmins is a bit degrading but that’s about it?

(not proofread sorry for any mistakes)

HYUNG LINE

han jisung

omg han LOVES working you up as he rubs your clit until you’re whimpering his name and begging for him to make you cum. the way he would chuckle at your reaction seeing his baby girl feel euphoric is so heart warming. he loves you so much :’( and the way he would kiss your neck and ears throughout it ahh

“moaning so pretty for me baby girl”

and personally, I think han is just as much of a sweetheart in the bedroom as he is outside of it. so it only makes sense that he loves when you’re on top riding him just so he can look at your beautiful face and your tits bouncing for him and telling you how beautiful you look on top of him. literally the definition of ‘words of adoration’. the way his face lights up every time you’re mouth falls open in bliss and runs his hands all over your chest and tummy aww.

“you are so fucking beautiful baby, you know that right?”

felix

as soon as you tell felix you are needy and want some attention, he would make you spread out in front of him to tease your pussy as you let him just love on you for a while whilst he gives you the most amount of neck kisses. he would drop WHATEVER he is doing just to make you feel good.

“that feel good baby? yeah?” *kisses your neck again*

no one can convince me otherwise, felix loves missionary so much, just because he loves being able to make out with his gorgeous girl whilst cupping your cheek as you ride his cock. however fast or slow as you want or need, it’s all down to you, he’s just so happy he gets to make love with his favourite girl.

“fuck, you feel so good baby, yeah just like that”

seungmin

hear me out, seungmin and lee know as lovers go hand in hand. sweethearts to you outside of the bedroom, but inside…it’s more than likely they wanna take you to nirvana. the way he finger fucks you so rough until you squirt for him over and over and ONLY then will he give you his cock. he knows how much you get off on being degraded (same) so he will happily do that for you as it’s pretty much his second nature.

“fuckkk, look at you squirting for me like a little slut”

and then when he FINALLY lets you have his cock, he definitely makes you ride him reverse cowgirl because you ‘don’t get to look at daddy, look at your self in the mirror, slut’. the way he makes sure to get his cock as far in you as possible as well ahh. he pretty much just used you as a fleshlight (and I love that for you)

“fuck yeah. good girl. no thoughts in that little head is there?

jeongin

now look, I reckon jeongin is OBSESSED with your tits, like EXTREMELY. no matter what he is doing, they are NEVER left out. he loves you riding him whilst he has your tit in his mouth whilst you run your hands through his hair and whimper his name over and over again.

“urgh i love when you whimper for me darling”

like when I say he’s obsessed with your tits, i mean he’s OBSESSED with your tits so much!! he lovesss making out with them whilst you pleasure yourself on his cock. as much as he loves the feeling of you around him, it’s alll about your pleasure and if he can give you more, he will give you MORE! happily!

“I cannot get enough of these tits baby girl, they’re so beautiful !”

a/n: I LOVED doing this one! maknae line is my bias line so I very much enjoyed this one… anyways, i hope you enjoyed!!

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... urm wut

texts with situationship!chan ♡*•

• bang chan as your toxic situationship

• suggestive | smut

• i hope u enjoy these (i love a toxic man unforch)

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FIREE

One Bed, Two Problems

Jeongin x reader / enemies to lovers / only one bed / smut / possessive!Jeongin

**involves!!** sex, dirty talk, cursing, rough sex, Insulting / pain kink, cursing

enjoy xx (open for request)

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You don’t remember when exactly it started — this thing between you and Jeongin.

Maybe it was that first time he rolled his eyes at something you said during a game night, or the way he’d always challenge you on the most mundane things. What movie to watch. Who made the best ramen. The right way to fold laundry. Every moment between you turned into a petty argument — but the weird part?

It never really pissed you off. It exhilarated you. You craved it.

Which is why this trip with the friend group was already risky. You didn’t need to be around Jeongin for seven straight days, sharing vans and meals and long stares across group dinners. But you never expected this.

“We have a little mix-up in the booking,” the hotel receptionist said sweetly. “Looks like… one bed in the room for you two.”

Jeongin laughed. Actually laughed. And that smug little dimple popped.

“Perfect,” he said. “Y/N snores anyway. I’ll suffer through it.”

You spun toward him. “I do not snore.”

“Sure, baby. Whatever gets you through the night.”

You could’ve punched him right there. Instead, you grabbed the key and stormed off.

Now it’s 12:37 a.m. and you're lying as close to the edge of the bed as humanly possible, gripping your phone like it’s a lifeline.

Jeongin is on the other side — same position. Same tension. Same awareness.

Every rustle of the sheets feels like an earthquake.

You toss onto your back and exhale sharply. “Can you stop moving?”

“I’m not moving.”

“You’re breathing loud.”

“It’s called being alive, princess.”

You groan, covering your face with your arm. “I hate this.”

He chuckles under his breath, voice low and far too hot in the dark. “No you don’t.”

You peek at him. “Excuse me?”

“You love fighting with me,” he says lazily, one arm tucked behind his head. “You’d be bored if I stopped.”

You roll your eyes. “Trust me, I dream of silence.”

He hums. “Do you dream of me too?”

That silences you.

For a full beat, neither of you says a word.

“…You wish,” you finally murmur.

But it comes out too soft. Too shaky. And he hears it.

He shifts, and you feel the bed dip as he turns onto his side to face you.

“You know what I think?” he whispers.

You don’t answer. You don’t breathe.

“I think you hate me because you can’t stand how badly you want me.”

Your chest tightens. Your heart is racing, hammering. You can’t look at him.

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs, voice brushing the shell of your ear, “if I was flattering myself, you’d be begging already.”

You turn, ready to throw another insult, but the words die the second you meet his eyes.

God. His face is so close. Lips parted. Eyes darker than you’ve ever seen them. That cocky confidence is still there, but it’s coated with something else now.

Desire.

Raw and real and hungry.

“You want me to shut up?” he whispers.

You swallow hard.

“Then make me.”

You don’t know who moves first — maybe both of you. Maybe the universe finally snapped and said enough — but your lips crash like a storm.

It’s not sweet. It’s heat. Tongues, teeth, years of teasing and tension unraveling all at once. His hands tangle in your hair, your fingers clutch his hoodie like you need something to anchor you. Every kiss is a battle and a surrender all at once.

When you break apart, breathless, his forehead presses to yours.

“I knew it,” he whispers.

“You’re so cocky,” you pant.

“You like it.”

You kiss him again just to shut him up. This time slower. More desperate. You feel his hand slide under your shirt, warm against your skin, and your breath catches.

“I should hate you,” you whisper.

He smirks against your throat. “You do.”

“But I want you.”

“I know.”

You don’t remember who yanked whose shirt off first.

All you know is that one second you were clawing at each other’s clothes like animals, and the next he had you pinned to the mattress, body heavy over yours, lips swollen from kissing you stupid.

“You gonna whine the whole time?” he growls, dragging his mouth along your jaw.

You squirm beneath him. “Depends. You gonna fuck like you argue?”

His smirk is pure sin. “You want me to be nice?”

“God, no.”

He grins — but it’s feral now. Dangerous.

“Good,” he mutters, “because I don’t do nice with brats like you.”

His hand wraps around your throat — not tight, just enough to make you freeze. To make your breath hitch.

“Always mouthing off,” he says, eyes locked on yours. “Always so fucking annoying. You need to be put in your place.”

And then his mouth is on yours again, biting, claiming, owning.

You gasp as he flips you over, chest to the bed now, his weight pressing you down. You feel his teeth scrape your shoulder, and you moan — loud, shameless.

“You like that?” he whispers, fingers sliding between your legs. “Didn’t think a stuck-up princess like you could be so wet for someone she ‘hates.’”

“I do hate you,” you breathe.

He laughs against your skin, nipping your ear.

“Liar.”

You feel him rutting against your ass, hard through his boxers, and you push back just to feel him groan.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So desperate. So cocky all day, and now you’re just begging for it.”

You try to turn your head but he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking it back — just enough to make you moan again.

“Say it,” he growls.

You shiver. “Say what?”

“That you want me. That you need me.”

You grit your teeth. “Never.”

He laughs again — dark and low and absolutely wrecking you.

“Fine,” he mutters, lining himself up behind you. “I’ll fuck the truth out of you.”

And when he thrusts in, hard and deep, your brain short-circuits.

You cry out into the pillow, hands clawing at the sheets. He doesn't give you time to adjust — and you don’t want it. You want it raw. You want it rough. You want him.

Every thrust knocks the air out of your lungs. He leans down, chest to your back, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip like he’s scared you’ll vanish.

“You take me so well,” he growls. “Bet you’ve thought about this every night after we argued, huh? Bet you played with yourself thinking about how good I’d fuck you.”

You moan, helpless.

“Oh my god—”

“What was that?” he taunts. “No more snarky comebacks now?”

He reaches down, fingers circling your clit while he keeps thrusting. You arch like a live wire, crying out for him. Your entire body trembles.

“You close already, baby?” he whispers in your ear. “I’m not even close to done.”

You choke on a moan, tears pricking your eyes.

“Fuck, Jeongin—!”

“Say it,” he demands again, voice sharp.

Your pride is barely holding on — but your body? Your body is screaming for him.

“I need you,” you finally cry. “F-fuck—please—Jeongin—”

He groans at that, slamming into you harder, relentless. You’re so close it’s painful.

“God, look at you,” he breathes, watching your body quake beneath him. “My bratty little problem. So fucking perfect like this.”

His hand grabs your jaw, turning your face toward him just enough so he can kiss you while you fall apart.

And when you do, it’s earth-shattering.

You moan his name like a prayer, like a curse, and he follows with a low growl of your name, burying himself deep, shaking against you as he loses control.

The room is filled with panting, sweat, tangled sheets, and the aftershock of a storm you both saw coming — but still couldn’t prepare for.

You're still catching your breath when he pulls out, breath heavy, hand sliding slowly down your back. You're both slick with sweat, clothes tossed somewhere across the room, and your thighs are still trembling.

You don’t speak — you can’t. Your brain is fogged with pleasure and chaos and something dangerous that tastes a lot like need.

Jeongin lies beside you, propped on one elbow, staring. His skin is flushed, hair a mess, lips red from kissing — and biting.

“Didn’t think you’d actually say it,” he says finally, voice rough.

You blink at him.

“Say what?”

“That you needed me.”

You scoff, rolling to your side, back to him. “Shut up.”

He smirks — you can hear it.

“You’re such a brat.”

You’re about to shoot back something petty — “At least I’m not obsessed with me.” — but then he’s grabbing your waist, flipping you effortlessly onto your back.

You yelp. “Jeongin—!”

“I’m not done with you,” he growls.

Your breath catches. Your legs fall open without permission.

“You came so pretty for me,” he mutters, dragging his fingers down your inner thigh. “But I want to see you fall apart again. I wanna see how messy I can make you.”

You swallow hard. “Again?”

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs, “you started this.”

And then he’s kissing you again — deeper this time. Less anger, more claiming. Like he needs to remind you who you just begged for.

His tongue slides into your mouth as his fingers slip between your legs — still so sensitive, so soaked — and you whimper instantly.

“Still wet for me?” he teases.

“I hate you,” you breathe.

He smiles darkly. “No you don’t.”

Two fingers push in deep. Your back arches. You gasp.

“You love this,” he says, voice like gravel. “Love being split open by the guy you pretend to hate.”

He leans in, mouth brushing your ear.

“You like when I treat you like a toy, don’t you?”

You whine.

“You like it when I ruin you.”

You don’t answer — can’t — because his mouth is moving lower now, trailing kisses down your chest, nipping a path along your ribs, licking the sensitive spot just beneath your breast.

Then lower.

And lower.

And you already know what’s coming.

But when his tongue touches you — slow, deliberate, possessive — your hips jerk off the bed.

“Fuck—Jeongin—!”

His hands grip your thighs tight, holding you in place.

“Don’t run,” he murmurs. “You’re not going anywhere.”

He eats you like he’s starving — like he’s addicted. Like every moan out of your mouth makes him harder.

And god, he’s relentless.

He flattens his tongue, circles your clit, then sucks — and you almost scream.

“Jeongin—oh my god—”

Your fingers knot in his hair, pulling — but he just groans into you, the vibration making your vision blur.

“You’re gonna come again,” he growls. “Right on my face. Like the needy little problem you are.”

You do. Harder than the first time. Writhing, sobbing, wrecked.

But before you can even come down, he’s crawling back up, lips shiny, eyes dark.

“You’re not done,” he says.

You blink. “I—”

He kisses you, slow and filthy. “I’m not done.”

You feel him line up again, and this time, he doesn’t ease in. He slams into you in one long stroke, and your mouth drops open in a silent moan.

“Jeongin—please—”

“Yeah?” he pants. “What do you want?”

“You—fuck—you—harder—”

He grabs your wrists, pins them above your head, and starts pounding.

The bed creaks.

Your cries echo.

And Jeongin just keeps going.

“Mine,” he grits. “You’re mine tonight. Say it.”

You sob, body barely holding on.

“*Yours—*fuck—I’m yours—”

“Good fucking girl.”

And that’s when you snap.

You fall apart beneath him — again — tighter, messier, more ruined than before. He curses, stutters a breath, and follows, hips jerking, burying himself deep.

You both collapse in silence.

Breathless.

Shaking.

Destroyed.

_

You wake up to the worst sound imaginable.

Knocking. Loud. Rapid. Too damn early.

“Rise and shine, lovebirds!” Chan’s voice calls from the hallway, sing-songy and unforgiving.

Jeongin groans from behind you, burying his face between your shoulder blades. “I hate him.”

You whisper, “He doesn’t know—right?”

“Not unless you screamed really loud.”

You punch his arm. He just laughs.

But panic is very real now. You sit up, immediately clutching the blanket to your chest.

“Jeongin. What if someone heard us? What if they know?”

He props himself up on one elbow, messy hair, lips swollen, the faintest bite mark still on his neck.

“Then let them.”

You gape at him. “What happened to keeping it lowkey?!”

He grins, stretching. “You’re the one who said ‘Jeongin, harder, please—’”

“JEONGIN.” You throw a pillow at his face, shrieking.

He catches it, laughing as he drags you back into the sheets.

“I’m kidding. Relax,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss behind your ear. “We’re cool.”

Spoiler alert: You are NOT cool.

20 Minutes Later — Downstairs at Breakfast

You walk into the hotel café like you’ve never sinned a day in your life.

You are showered, dressed, dead-eyed, and pretending like Jeongin didn’t have you folded in half against a headboard exactly eight hours ago.

But the second you slide into the booth with the rest of the group, all conversation stops.

Chan stares at you.

Felix blinks.

Hyunjin looks between you and Jeongin like he’s watching a reality show finale.

“So,” Minho says, sipping his coffee, eyes sharp. “Sleep well?”

You almost choke on your orange juice.

Jeongin clears his throat and starts buttering a croissant like it’s a weapon.

“Fine,” you mutter. “Normal. Totally average.”

Seungmin raises a brow. “Right. Because totally average sleep ends with you wearing his hoodie to breakfast.”

You glance down. Shit.

Jeongin looks up with the fakest innocence you’ve ever seen. “Oops.”

Felix leans in, chin resting on his hands. “You guys were fighting so much yesterday. But now you’re all…” he gestures vaguely between you, “glowy.”

“Did you guys…” Hyunjin pauses. “Work out your tension?”

Minho: “With communication? Or—”

Jeongin: “—Body language.”

You whip your head around. “OH MY GOD.”

The entire table bursts into screaming laughter.

“You guys totally fucked!” Chan yells, slapping the table. “I knew it!”

“I heard moaning,” Hyunjin gasps.

“I thought someone was being murdered,” Seungmin adds casually.

You hide your face in your hands. “I am never showing my face again.”

But then you feel it — Jeongin’s hand slipping under the table, resting on your thigh. Quiet. Comforting. Yours.

And you peek at him. He’s smiling down at his plate, cheeks a little red, but eyes only on you.

He squeezes your leg gently.

And suddenly?

The shame melts away.

Because this isn’t just about last night anymore.

This is about what’s next. (pt.2??)

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